Second Floor Common Room; Tuesday Evening.

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Cereal! Dinner of champions! Turtle got herself a bowl of chocolate cereal and poured chocolate milk over it and then plopped in front of the television to kill a few braincells. She'd been working on her stocks portfolio all day and was so ready to veg.


[[ open as common rooms are; if I disappear or don't respond, I apologize and blame the call of school work weighing be down before work-work ]]

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Shawn for once isn't eating breafast food at night. He does have a packet of gummi bears. It probably would've been better for him to stick with the poptarts.

He plonked himself down on a spare sofa, and greeted Turtle with a cheerful, "Hey."

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Shawn had caught Turtle while she had a mouthful of cereal, but that didn't stop her from saying, slightly muddled, "Hey, Shawn," back, a small bit of chocolate milk dribbling down her chin. She chuckled a little and hastily wiped it away with the back of her hand, and swallowed before adding, "What's up?"

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Jake was looking for random snack foods, and possibly a tv-show to kill a few hours with. "Hey guys."

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"Hiiii, Jake!" Turtle greeted as she flipped another channel, settling for a moment on a station currently on its commerical break.

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Jake paused for a moment in his search, watching the tv. "I have no idea what that's a commercial for," he said finally.

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Turtle nodded a little, spouting out the very long and technical name for what was either a new vehicle or some newly discovered STD. Hard to tell, these days. "Their stock is actually currently down three points than what was projected so far in this term," she added, grinning at him. "I think we can chalk that up to ineffective advertising, then."

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Shawn raised a hand in greeting. "Hey, man," he said, not actually knowing who the guy was, but wanting to seem sociable all the same.

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"Just making the most of my free day," Shawn said as he stretched out on the sofa. "What'cha watching?" he asked, opening his packet of gummi bears and offering them out towards her.

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Jake's eyebrows went up and he gave her a look of respect. "Beauty and brains. Very cool. Hey, have you seen a box of triscuits anywhere?"

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"How you're doing?" Jake glanced towards him. "Hey, you got gummi bears!"

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"Commercials," Turtle answered, diving her hand into the offered bag of gummi bears and fishing out a few, then plunking them into her cereal bowl. Look. THey were swimming now! "Keeping an eye on how certain companies are advertising so I can take that into conseration when reviewing their stocks...."

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Turtle gawked for a moment. There so wasn't a 'beauty' in there...was there?

She lifted her chin a little in the direction of one of the cupboards. "Is it the one all the way to the left, behind all the Pop-Tarts?"

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Jake went to investigate. "Ah, yes, here it is." He dug it out, and went to join the people on the couch. "People are far too fond of pop-tarts," he commented. "So what's your portefolio like? I mean, you sound like someone who'd have one."

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Turtle held up her bowl of chocolate on chocolate, now with drowning gummi bears. Also known as her next tooth ache waiting to happen. "Agreed, although, now that you mention it, maybe I should look into whoever makes them. As for my portfolio," she shoveled a mouthful of dental death in, slurping up the milk a little, "I got a portfolio that would make men three times my age with half the carreer cry in their sleep."

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Shawn raised an eyebrow at her choice of meal combination, but didn't say anything. He had offered them to her after all.

"Any of them manage to tempt you into spending large amounts on a multipurpose tool or an MP3 player or anything?" he asked digging into the packet himself. He figured that was the sign of a good commercial, after all.

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"Doing good," Shawn replied. "Want some?" he offered, holding out the bag.

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"Nope!" Turtle chirped brightly. "But I do like to think that I'm a wee bit savvier than the average consumer, though I am going to have that iPod commerical song stuck in my head all. night now."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please," Jake said politely and dug into the bag, coming up with a handful. Yay gummi bears!

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"Well, I'm impressed," Jake nodded. He pointed a triscuit at her. "I've been meaning to call you or something. To see if you're interested in posing some day. I'd really love to draw your hair some more."

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"Draw my hair?" Turtle beamed at the amazing compliment to her pride and joy, one hand reaching behind her head to pull her braid out and flop it over her shoulder. "That would be pretty cool! I've got one condition, though."

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"There are worse earworms to have," Shawn pointed out. "The iPod commercial is innocent in comparison to some."

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Shawn jerked a thumb at Turtle. "If you find a weirer way to eat them than her, you get a bonus prize," he said.

Of course, Shawn doesn't actually know what this prize is yet, but he's sure he can figure something out.

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Turtle smiled a little. "This is very true."

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"What?" Jake said cautiously.

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Jake looked at Turtle's bowl. He looked back at Shawn. "...I think she wins," he decided, and popped a gummi bear into his mouth.