Second Floor Common Room; Early Wednesday Evening.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle felt as though her day had been very successful. She'd scoped out the town, gotten herself a job (starting tomorrow! How exciting!), and had picked up a total of two dollars and seventy two cents in change as she walked around the island. A very good day, indeed, especially since, she could tell from her handwavily grabbed copy of the Wall Street Journal that SEA hadn't continued to drop, and the one she was scoping had raised, but not enough that it wouldn't be enough for her SEA to fail to cover it in a few days. Looking pretty good!

Grabbing a bowl of cereal for her dinner, Turtle plopped out the couch, tucked her Journal beside her, and turned on the television. Now that she didn't have her mother restricting her TV time, she definately wanted to see what kind of channels they got here at the school.


[[ common room. open. duh. =D ]]

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[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco considered the options for a minute. "None of the above. I have super powers of cuteness?"

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Oh, okay then." Shawn might have been a little doubtful as to whether that could be counted as a real power. "Good to know."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"What about you? Which one?"

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

"I'm.. human, with a twist," he said after a moment's thought. He didn't think possible alien abduction changed his human-ness, really.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco filed away that description for future use on himself. "You twist yourself into a pretzel?"

[justmisplaced.livejournal.com]

Shawn laughed, "Not exactly, but man that would be a weird power."

"Nah, I got this healing gig," he continued. "So, you're ever ill or anythin', you know who to find."