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Second Floor Common Room; Monday Morning.

Turtle sat with her legs crossed in front of her in front of the TV with a big bowl of insanely sugary, chocolatey, bad-for-you cereal, with extra sugar and some strawberries for good health put it. She shoveled some into her mouth without taking her eyes off the little stocks ticker on the bottom of the screen, and forgetting that she'd just shoveled some in when the men in their suits and balding heads said something objectionable and she argued right back at them, calling them pompous snotfaces and saying that their liver spots looked like something she'd founded rotting in the fridge earlier.

Oh, yeah. The media was going just love her when she really got on the scene...

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Charlie has no workshops today, so she's just wandering. She stopped for a minute to watch the Turtle vs. the Brokers show, then grinned and joined her friend. "Hey. Can I have a strawberry?"

Turtle was in the middle of a slurp when she grinned over at Charlie, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "You can have several if you want," she said. "There's still a bunch of them in fridge."

"Coooool." Charlie bounced up to get them out of the fridge, washing off a half-dozen to eat before rejoining Turtle at the couch. "So, why are you giving the brokers such a hard time?" She popped a strawberry in her mouth. "And hey. I met Jeff."

"Oh, they're just being comple--"

And then the rest of what Charlie said caught up with Turtle and she stopped, mid-word, mouth hanging slightly open. She seemed to have paled a bit and seemed without an clear idea of anything to say until her jaw snapped shut again. Her head turned very mechanically from Charlie back to the TV screen, and she blinked. Then her shoulders sunk with a heavy sigh. "Well," she said, taking another bite of cereal, "it's a small island. It was bound to happen...."

Charlie blinked at her a little, half-amused and half-perplexed. "Yeah, and we go to the same school. And he's dating my best friend." She nudged Turtle's arm. "He said something about not being allowed to look at me? What's up with him?"

"He is not dating your best friend," Turtle said sharply. "Nothing is official yet, got it? And I don't know what's with him. I told you he was weird, did I not?"

Charlie held up her hands in a warding off gesture, and said, "Got it, got it. And you were *so* not wrong. He's kind of a spaz. And he was said you were allowed to hurt him?"

"Kind of?" Turtle's palm met her face. "Oi. And that's really good to know, because I just might have to. But this whole thing about him not being able to look at you and me being able to hurt him is all news to me...All probably from whatever in the world goes on in that bizarre head of his...."

"I can't even remember how we got onto that. Something about women possibly being aliens, because he didn't know about all the extra parts. Except breasts." Charlie started giggling. "And how sometimes on TV they just came out. And after I said I knew you, he wouldn't even look at me, just ended up staring at the walls, and then got out of there fast. Maybe he had too much caffiene?"

Turtle just stared at Charlie for a long time, like her best friend was telling her that all her stocks went toe-up, and then she let out a long groan. "How the heck am I supposed to read that?" she asked a little desperately. "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"

"I don't know, seriously. He's too odd for me to guess," she said, shaking her head. "He just came in wanting music, then ended up all twitchy. Something about 'you're everywhere!' and it all went downhill from there."

Turtle set down her cereal bowl so both hands could work at rubbing her forehead. "Charliiiie," she whined slightly. "What the heck is wrong with my brain that I..." She lowered her voice in case of squirrels and really out of habit now, "

"Ummmm.... I am so the wrong person to ask." Charlie shook her head, taking another bite of strawberry. "He's kind of cute? And he's amusing?" She blinked at Turtle. "Maybe you like that he's unexpected, even if it's in a spazzy way?"

Turtle frowned a little thoughtfully. "And that did sound a lot spazzier than when he's around me, actually, if I think about it," she said. "And...sometimes there are whole chunks of conversation when he's not spazzy at all. We talk about accounting and stuff...he...really knows his stuff there, that's for sure."

And it was there that the uncertain little smile showed up that suggested that maybe it wasn't so crazy that she saw something in him.

Charlie might have made a gleeful noise, but that was it. She so wasn't going to jinx this. "Not too many guys into accounting," she said, judiciously. "And, you know. If he's less spazzy around you, I'd think that was a good sign?"

Turtle bit her lip a little. "Maybe," she said, with a little intake of breath. "But what about the spazzing out when you mentioned knowing me?" Her nose wrinkled. "I haven't actually talked to him since right after the Mister Deadpool Situation. Maybe...I should? I think he works tomorrow, I could stop by after..." She shifted a little, fighting down a flail. She hated being so uncertain about stuff.

"Where does he work?" Charlie asked, looking interested. "Maybe there's a perfectly legitimate reason to go by, and just... see how it goes?"

"The Arms," Turtle said with a slight frown. "I guess I could stop in and say I'm looking for Mary...to see how she's doing or about an order or something because she is one of our best customers at T & C....yeah...." She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "That could work..."

Charlie nodded enthusiastically. "And if it looks like he's busy, you can say you'll come back. Or if he freaks out, you can just say you don't want to bother him at work." She grinned. "Sneaky. Sort of."

"I like that...." Turtle said, thoughtfully drifting into the scenarios in her head, nodding. "That works. That works nicely....That's good thinking, Charlie."

"Yay for scenarious." Charlie popped another strawberry in her mouth. "Hey, did you try out for the play? I volunteered to be on the tech crew with A.J."

Turtle shook her head. "I'm not really one for acting, but I did stop in to see about maybe investing."

"Cool! Backer of flag football *and* community arts." Charlie grinned at her. "The stock report can mention that next quarter."

"It's important to have a good standing with things like that," Turtle said with a nod. "It establishes that you use your money for more than just yourself, and you're giving back, philanthropy. It's all well and good to be successful, but if you're just hording it all for yourself...." She shook her head. "Then it's all just pointless."

Charlie grinned at Turtle affectionately. "Awesome. If I ever become a totally famous writer, I'll do that. Maybe scholarships for younger writers, stuff like that."

"Scholarships are definitely big," Turtle nodded. "Plus, I mean, not to sound too businessy, but it's really good publicity. People want to buy your stuff more if they know you're not a selfish boar. Which these guys," she cocked her head toward the forgotten pundits, "don't seem to understand..."

Charlie blinked at the screen. "Not supporting philanthropic causes much?"

"Not really, no," Turtle frowned. "More interested in taking over land that could potentially be used for a school for another factory..."

"Jerks. Where's popcorn to throw, when you need it?"

"...We do have a box of Sugar ChocoSprinkle 'Splosion," Turtle pointed out.

"We do!" Which bounced nicely off the TV screen, when thrown.

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