fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening.

So it came to be that a deal had been struck. Turtle really wasn't sure if she understood it, but, apparently, there was some doubt in Marco about his animal shifting talent, something about a time limit, and so that put a big fat stopper in his usual plans to mess a little with the newbies or people who didn't know about his skill. So when Marco proposed that she helped him out by keeping an eye on the time and coming up with a grand old scheme on how to get his animal self out of the common room before the limit was up, she promptly charged him ten bucks for the favor, then dropped it down to just five when he gave her those stupid pouty, puppy dog eyes and reminded her that friends didn't charge friends for favors.

Like heck they didn't.

Either way, they worked it out and now Turtle Wexler was sitting in the fourth floor common room (easier access to Marco's room in case they had to cut things real close), on the couch, sipping a cup of hot cocoa while watching the evening economics report, but keeping a very close eye on the clock. She also had her wristwatch set to give her the alarm when they came close to five minutes left in the suspected time frame. The chimpanzee formerly known as Marco was swinging around, and there were a few bananas on the coffee table in front of her.

The chimp kept trying to take the remote from her, but she would have none of it.

"Monkeys don't get to pick what we watch," she told him firmly, and then sipped her cocoa again.

Monkeys probably wouldn't have so much a problem with it if Turtle watched anything interesting.

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< Your TV taste sucks. > Marco complained bouncing a little on the couch next to Turtle.

"Hey," Turtle said, giving Marco and his little mental assersion about her viewing interests a little look. "This is important stuff. And stop that. If a newbie comes in here when I'm talking to you, it'll ruin the whole thing. If you'll shut up, maybe I'll change it something more interesting. Like...CNN or something."

Edited 2008-07-07 19:31 (UTC)

Marco froze in his bouncing to stare at Turtle. < Sometimes, you really scare me. > With a shake of his head, he went to bounce on the table.

Turtle blinked after the monkey a for a moment and then, confusion spread across her face, held up her hands in a shrug of futility.

"What?" she asked, befuddled and a little hurt. What was so scary about what she said? Honestly?

The chimp shook his head. < CNN is only fun when I'm being interviewed. >

"And when they have the James Earl Jones promo," Turtle argued because she would say right then and there that she couldn't trust anyone who thought that wasn't fun, and she took in a deep breath, deepening her voice to imitated it, "This is CNN."

"Come on! Totally fun! But this is important stuff here. We can switch to something like cartoons at the next commercial, okay? Cartoons are fun, right?"

She had to ask, since, apparently, her sense of fun was a little skewed.

The monkey nodded. < Cartoons are very fun. Especially the old ones. And traumatizing new students why are none of them exploring the common rooms? Seriously boring. >

Turtle sighed a little and reluctantly went ahead and changed the channel to cartoons. "I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe the fact that we're in Antarctica was enough to already drive them to hiding in their rooms..."

< Save body heat, gather together? > Marco suggested.

Turtle frowned at Marco a little, and then shook her head. "I don't want to think about saving body heat with anyone except my boyfriend." And even he didn't get the privilege half the time. "That's why we have heating vents that work as good as they do."

There was a slight pause. "And it's still not even that cold out, California boy."

Pause.

"Monkey."

< Chimp. > Marco corrected. < And I don't want to know what you and Jeff do in your spare time, really. >

"What's the difference?"

And that last one she just wouldn't touch because she didn't want to tell Marco anyway.

Marco paused. < Wikipedia? >

Turtle, also, paused.

"I'd have to run upstairs and grab my laptop," she said, and checked her watch. "...Plenty of time."

Marco froze. < Yeah, right, plenty of time. >

Turtle shot him a firm look. "Plenty of time," she repeated. "Paranoid. Trust me, okay? And I'll hurry, too..."

Getting off the couch, she didn't wait a moment longer for Marco to get all weird on her again like he did at the store the other day, and, no more than five minutes later, she'd dashed up to her room, then dashed back, returning breathless at the common room door with her laptop and plopping ungracefully back where she was sitting before.

Thank goodness she was living on the fifth floor now instead of a whole 'nother floor down.

"Ho-kay," she breathed out, settling the laptop on her lap and booting it up. "Let's see what Wikipedia says. Because you can trust everything you read on Wikipedia."

Wanderlust had gotten into Sora's blood for the first time in well... forever and he found himself in the door way to the 4th floor common room, stairing at the Chimp swinging it's self around.

"Are people turning into animals again?" He asked curiously as he walked in.

Momoko was a newbie. And she was also randomly exploring to see what the place was like. Hearing the sounds of the tv, she poked her head into the room. Seeing it was a lounge-y kind of room instead of a private one, she bounced in, making her way closer to the television and a seat.

"Cartoons? What's on?"

"Nope," Turtle lied. "Just a random monkey."

A random monkey that was, excuse her, actually a chimp, that she gave a bit of a look to, because, hey, not a new kid, but Sora probably didn't know about the transformations.

This didn't seem to matter to the chimp right at this moment ~~since the chimp mun was at work currently~~.

"Hi, Sorra; how've you been?"

"Um, we can get to the cartoons just as soon as this report is done," Turtle said, with a slight nod, and a lot of attention on the screen, which was still locked onto her economics report. They were talking about a new paper products company. This was very important.

He shrugged. "Okay, hiding in my room from the cold," he shivered slightly. "I'm from a tropical island, I'm not good with long periods of cold," Sora smiled and plopped on the arm of the couch.

Sora looked at the girl curiously, tilting his head back and forth. "Are you one of the new students here?" He asked with a bright smile.

"Sorry, something in the show sounded familiar." She sat down in an open chair and looked over at the girl who had talked to her. If the girl was looking that intensely at the screen it must be interesting. Momoko turned back to the tv, hopefully, but "They're talking about paper?"

Turtle snorted slightly, shaking her head. "You guys and your tropical climates and your lack of resistance to the cold. This is nothing. I've been snowed in an apartment building for a month before."

"Yup," Turtle nodded. "Very important business, the paper industry. I've got a lot of money invested in it, and if this new company they're talking about is going to do as well as they're predicted, my company might suffer a bit. I'll have to kick it up a notch."

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