Front Lawn; Saturday Afternoon.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle had plans to go over some business reports and some stock update and the Westing will and studying about fifty other things, but it was way too nice of a day to do all that inside. Which explained the blanket spread out in front of the front lawn of the doors with a little circle of a makeshift office of super-duper multitasking that Turtle had plopped down on. She had her headphones on and was singing along badly to songs on the radio as she worked, idly draining a handwavey Squishy. Mmmmm, Red...


[[ open for any lawn needs; I'm bogged with lots of school work, so slowness may occur or be standard, really, but we'll see ]]

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[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John wanders by, a package of water balloons in his pocket.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

As he passed by, Turtle returned to John the little head-nod that she didn't return at gun club earlier and idly scratched out more figures on the percentage of gain from switching from one kind of Squishy cup to another.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John took note of the zomgpaperattack and decided that his life would be easier without getting her with a water balloon. Today.