fandomhighdorms | First Floor Lobby; All Day Wednesday.

There was a table, there were clipboards, there were big signs with glitter and a little safebox for money. Turtle Wexler? Was in her element, bouncing excitedly as she made sure to meticulously keep everything set up nicely, with the yearbooks and the glitter to go along with the theme of Fandom memories and maybe inspire some people to share them if they wanted to help with how the StuCo was going to make everything work. And, of course, there was doughnuts and cookies and cupcakes and tea and coffee and Squishies.

Well, Turtle had thought to bring Squishies because it was kind of her thing, after all, but then she had left out considering that they needed to stay cold. So there was Squishy flavored water.

The clipboards were neatly arranged for sign-ups for carnival booths, and the voting box was ready to receive last minute nominations for court before the polls went up tomorrow.

Turtle cracked her knuckles, and settled in, ready to sell what tickets remained and be a successful representative of her Fandom High Student Council. Oh-em-gee, YAY!!!

[[ ~~plz be waiting for~~ the OCD, it is up! *copy-pastas from Peter*: Each student can nominate two boys and two girls from their class for the Homecoming Court. The voting on the finalists will go up Thursday night and the Court will be announced at the dance. And I'll include the links for the booths, too. ]]

[[ also, up early because I work ridiculously early for how late I'm up right now, see OOC for more wonderful, sleep deprived details ]]

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"Either or," Turtle said with a grin, handing the tickets over. "But just let it be known that there will be an interest fee, should you choose later over sooner."

Anders took the tickets, and gave her a mock long-suffering sigh. "Gatorade, or Vitamin Water? And do I get a low interest rate on account of being cuter than Marco?"

"Vitamin Water," Turtle decided with a nod. "And sure, why not? Especially with that blue hair. That ups the ante a bit, I think."

"Oh, sure. Tempt me to keep it this way." Anders pulled out his Palm Pilot, jotted down a memo, and dispensed a handful of jujubes, offering a few to Turtle. "Energy, Essential, Green Tea, or that really good XXX flavor?"

"Energy!" Turtle declared, throwing up her arms, because, clearly, she was in desperate need of energy. Her hand then took a dive for the offered jujubes. "Thanks!"

Anders miiiiiiiiiight be starting to regret the offer, just a tiny bit -- no, really, he was just fearing for the structural integrity of the school.

. . . oooh, maybe if she got all energetic and knocked it down they could bring back the alumni to reconstruct it again and then there could be shirtless ogling and Turtle would get to say that really long phrase on the radio again and everybody would be happy.

Okay, maybe not.

"Um, you're welcome?"

First Floor Lobby; All Day Wednesday.

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