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Second Floor Common Room; Monday Evening.

Apparantly, while Turtle was away ~~on the most handwavy trip ever heh~~ in Savannah, the mail problem fixed itself; either that, or every single one of the Wall Street Journals had decided to magically manifest themselves all at once. Around here, Turtle wouldn't be surprised. But she had a small stack of them now and brought them with her to the common room, spreading them and herself out on the floor with a bowl of cereal for dinner to read them idly while she watched TV. She wasn't paying so much attention to the TV, really.

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Irulan left her room and walked to the common room to check if there were any drinks available. She saw Turtle and greeted her with, "Good evening."

Turtle looked up from where she was belly-down on the floor in front of her newspapers and smiled at Irulan. "Hey, what's up?"

"Not much," she said, she looked at Turtle and the papers, "How about you?"

"Not much," Turtle nodded, agreeing with Irulan's assessment. "Kinda bummed to have spring break over. I complained a lot at first, but now I'm really feeling all 'booooo, school' again."

"The rest was satisfactory," Irulan agreed but since she spent most of her time mulling reports on her home planet she hadn't enjoyed much. "Are Ethics professor is certainly different from our last."

Turtle wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, he is. I don't know if I like him, and I was just beginning to make progress on Vader, too. It's annoying. I might jus thave to focus on Mr. Yuki, rather than taking the trouble to bother with figuring out a way to crack this one."

Irulan raised her eyebrows, "What were you hoping to achieve with Vader?"

"Either one," Turtle held out a hand and counted off her objectives on her fingers, "drive him absolutely insane, which I like to think I was doing quite well, or two, break through that thick helmet of his and see what makes him tick." There was a small, thoughtful pause. "Both mentally and physically."

Irulan considered Turtle and smiled slightly, "You're far more interesting than I thought you were."

Turtle quirked an eyebrow at Irulan with an expression half frown, half smirk, because she didn't know whether that was a compliment or not. "Why wouldn't you think I was interesting?"

"I already thought you were," Irulan said, taking a glass, "I just didn't know you were this... I believe, 'twisted' is the term?" she looked to Turtle for confirmation and continued, "And quite possibly, mad. I don't think Vader would appreciate the mental breaking. I would never have the courage to even think of attempting what you sought to attempt."

Turtle couldn't help giggling at that, her head ducking down so her braid slipped off her shoulder and plopped onto the newspaper. For some reason, the idea that she might be percieved as mad amused her far too much. She liked it. A lot. "I'm a stocks girl, Irulan. You've got to be crazy and with nerves of steel to handle the market, especially as well as I do. Vader's got nothing on Wall Street, lemme tell you."

Irulan frowned, "Stocks? Is this another cultural reference?"

"It...might be? Stocks are shares of a company that you can buy and sell and trade. So that anyone can own a part of a company, and, depending on how well that company does, they can reap the benefits. It the company does well, your stock becomes more valuable and you can sell it at a higher price than what you bought it. However, if the company doesn't do well, your stock loses value and you essentially lose money."

Irulan nodded, "Ah, yes, so that's what it means." She thought about the CHOAM, "Tell me, if your family owned a considerable 'stock' in a private company how would you make sure you would maitain a firm hold of the company?"

Turtle's head tilted slightly, and she shifted, rolling over so that she could sit up with her legs crossed in front of her as she looked up at Irulan. "Well...does the family just own stock in the company, or do they have any more links to it? Someone employeed under them at a higher position, or personal ties with the owners of the company, investments in any capital beyond the stocks?"

"The family help found the company, the other parties with stock have... considerable power over the outcome over the votes." Irulan frowned, "And not only within the company but they have considerable power over the government too."

Turtle nodded a little. "And the main concern is not letting the other parties get so much more influence that it puts the family out of the sphere of influence all together?"

Her nose wrinkled slightly; she so hated when politics and economics mixed like that. Politics were so messy.

"Precisely." Irulan said, hoping to minimize the Spacing Guild's hold on the Empire, "Whoever controls the company more or less has an influence in the decisions of the government."

Turtle grunted a little. "Hardly a free market economy...but I guess what you do then is just major, major kiss ass. Get them to like you more. Even better, do something to prove you're a more valuable asset to the company than the other guys. Secure certain markets, open new ones, make investiments supporting capital, let 'em know that you're almost as valuable as the product itself."

Irulan considered those options, "What if there is no other market? In my universe there is only one important commodity. It practically drives the whole Empire, if something happens to the source the whole Empire will fall to ruin."

"Definately not a free market economy," Turtle's eyes were wide with something akin to fear, and then she shook her head. "Well, then the solution is simple, if there aren't really any other options. You gain as much control over the source as possible."

"Spice must flow," she murmured then smiled, "Thanks for the advice, I have been mulling such things for a long time now."

Turtle nodded, and grinned. "Usually, people charge to give stock tips, but I'll call this one a freebie."

"I'm fortunate then," She said and smiled.

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