ext_19147 ([identity profile] goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-10-07 07:35 pm

2nd Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening

Meg was bored. When Meg was bored she tended to get the urge to cook something. So now she was in the kitchen, making chocolate chip cookies. There was no telling how many cookies will actually end up in the oven since she kept eating the raw cookie dough. It was good, dammit.

[Open, yo]

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Isn't that weird," Turtle began to formulate a theory, tilting her head thoughtfully at her spoon, "how cookie dough is soooo good, and cookies are soooo good, and yet they are like two completely different things? You like both, both are very tasty, but still...different. Huh."

Apparently, Duchess Turtle was feeling very philosophical today.

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Turtle shook her head ruefully. "I wouldn't have told anyone, and then I would have tried to work it somehow into a clever marketing scheme; that guy could have made millions, but, if that's how it went down, look, we don't even know his name, just petered out into obscurity. Did it alllll wrong."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Turtle was looking mildly disturbed, and kind of uncomfortable all of a sudden. "Why would anyone want to be into that?"

Wasn't the point of philanthropy to let everyone know how generous you were?

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Turtle gave Meg a very doubtful look. "Lots of people are genuinely interested in helping the world, sure," she said; she herself was one of them, really, but... "...but if they say they're not also interested in getting recognition for their work, they're liars."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"How would those people even manage to make that much money?" Turtle was feeling direly confused, like Meg was proposing a nearly impossible vision of the world. "I mean, if you want to be successful, you have to be in the spotlight. That's how you get successful..."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, yes. That line. Turtle looked over at Meg with a cool expression for a moment before offering, "What did you use to get the things to make these cookies?"

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"And how do you think it got in the cupboards?" Turtle asked, a little worriedly as she realized that, hey, this was Fandom, and it actually was entirely possible that cupboards would randomly generate cookie supplies.

But there was still no such thing as a free lunch! Something had to pay for that manifestation somehow.

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Curses!

"Um, well, the school probably supplies stuff like that for us. I mean, come on, they've got everything at this school. And, therefor, the school had to pay for it. Using money. Be as idealistic as you want, but money is still important. Unless maybe you fast forward to Hoshi's 22nd century, where apparently they don't have currency, but I still don't believe her on that."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Turtle nodded. "That's much better," she agreed. "I mean, actually, and this might surprise you a bit, but being rich isn't actually that important to me."

That was very easy to say when you were sitting on a secret twenty mil. "It's being successful that's important. However, being successful is just so much easier if you're rich, too."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
A goal was a goal was a goal. Turtle smiled and nodded. "Then I hope it's a success, too! Unless you're in direct competition with me, Meg, in which case, no offence, thems just the bricks."

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-10-08 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Turtle's eyes were wide with certainty as she lifted her chin and bobbed her head a little. "Believe me. I will."