fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening, 7 pm on: Tannim's Birthday!

Off on the third floor of Sunset Towers, beside Lake Michigan, in Westingtown, Wisconson, socialite and party planner extrodinair Grace Windsor Wexler might have felt a strange, sudden pang of pride for her youngest daughter.

Turtle had prepared the common room for Tannim's birthday party with a discretely tasteful collection of decorations, a snack spread perfect of any event of this sort, and a great selection of bad, cheesy horror films. Now it was just a matter of people arriving to enjoy it, especially the birthday boy.

Oh, and one other thing, in light of the recent academic of wee-tiny adults. She placed a sign outside the common room:

Tannim Drake's Birthday Party! Here!
Food, fun, and bad horror movies!
(Sponsered by Turtle & Canary, for all your shopping needs)
These movies are too scary for little kids!
No one under the age of twelve admitted!

And, being only a two years (and eleven months) shy of twelve herself, she knew that was just asking for the kids to flock. So she hired out the big Mexican kid to act as bouncer.

[[ yay, birthday! ~~Please wait for OCD~~ ROCK ON! ]]

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"Didn't say you were," Chad winced at the increase in volume. "But I can't do that." 'Cause then Turtle wouldn't pay him, and Turtle was going to pay him a lot.

Wade stomped on Chad's foot. "I'm gonna get Allison to have you arrested! LET ME IN! TURTLE! TURTLE!"

At which point Turtle had to investigate the screaming. "What the heck is going on here, geeeeez?"

Wade pointed an accusatory finger at Chad. "He wouldn't let me in!"

"Good!" Turtle patted Chad's back a little. "Then he's doing his job. What'ya want?"

Wade scowled up at Turtle. "I wanted to see my friend Turtle, but you're just like him!" He pointed at poor Chad again.

Turtle frowned at the kid. "I'm nothing like this big lug....An' who are you who..." She blinked a few times. Wait a second. Jane, at the store. And Lyman in detention....could this be?

Turtle leaned in a little. "Mr. Deadpool?"

"My name's Wade, you big jerk," He replied, pouting up at Turtle.

"Okay, Wade." It was hard for Turtle not to roll her eyes. "Why are you calling me a jerk?"

"Because I wanted to see you an' an' you! You don't want to see me! I WANT MY TURTLE BACK." Wade looked dangerously close to crying, but was quickly turning sadness into rage. More manly that way.

Turtle winced. Yikes. Little Deadpool? She considered him notably crazier than Regular Deadpool. "Calm down; it's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that I'm doing something very, very, very important and I can't let anything screw it up! And that means a buncha little kids running around. Not that you'd ruin it, at all, but I can't make excpetions. If I make one exception, and then everyone's all up on my trying to make another one and then I've got ~~babies~~ kids everywhere!" And kids everywhere would totally ruin her chances of impressing the crap out of Tannim.

"Then you don't hate me?" Wade asked.

"If you keep calling me a jerk, I totally will. But, no, of course I don't hate you."

Turtle frowned slightly. This was just...weird. And mildly disturbing.

Bipolar? Wade? Surely you jest!

He bounced happily. "'Kay! Me an' Allison are gonna take over town, wanna help?"

Take over a town? Hell yeah. She already had half of the second most successful business!

But she also had a boy to impress...Woe! Decisions!

"Can it...wait? This is really important."

Wade pouted. "Tomorrow?"

Turtle nodded. Taking over the town would mean that she'd have to put off hooking up the new register system at the store yet another day, but it would so totally be worth it. She had a feeling that taking over the town with Mr. Deadpool, little size or regular sized, would be crazy fun. "Sure."

Wade cheered and went to give Turtle a hug before realizing that only babies hugged so he put out his hand for a handshake.

Turtle was a tiny bit confused at the sudden stop, but a handshake was certainly always an acceptable exchange of agreement. She gave Little Deadpool a firm handshake and a nod. "Look forward to taking over the town with ya, uh...Wade. And, Allison, you said? Who's she?"

"She's the sheriff an' the coolest girl ever!" He leaned forward to confide in Turtle. "She let me have a squirt gun an' didn't charge me."

"Coolest girl ever, huh?" Turtle smirked, leaning in, but with a smirk. "What is she, your girlfriend or something?"

"Nuh-uh!" Wade flailed. "She's just a friend!"

"Oh, really?" Turtle looked at him skeptically. "She's a girl, right?"

"Yeah, but 's not like that!" Wade protested.

"Girl. Friend." Turtle pointed out, and nodded. "Girlfriend."

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