Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Morning.

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Even though it was still probably early enough in the morning to cancel out any idea of 'laziness,' Turtle Wexler decided that, since she had no classes today and was already up and kind of hyper, she'd have a lazy sort of day, lounging in the common room in the PJs, slippers propped up on the coffee table, with a bowl of the most sugary cereal she could locate in the cupboard, seasoned generously with more sugar.

She was even watching cartoons as she slurped her spoonfuls of goodness waiting to spring cavities on her. Because, as much as she loved it, sometimes the business news was just way too depressing these days for a morning like this.

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"Well," Turtle said, "I wouldn't say I really have it, since it's not mine and belongs to the common room as a whole, but, yeah, we have a talking box. It's on cartoons right now, because, apparently, no one else thinks the news is interesting."

Which wasn't why she didn't have the news on right now, but she didn't want the new girl getting the wrong idea. She wiggled her toes in her fluffy slippers a bit.

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"The news?" Viki asked. "How does a talking box know the news?"

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"Well, the talking box doesn't," Turtle explained. "But the people inside of it do."

Of course, Turtle had meant to say the people on it, which may have been equally confusing, but she was still a little sleepy, and wasn't quite with it yet.

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Viki was never going to understand television at this rate.

"There's people in it? Can they get out?"

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"Well..."

Turtle took a breath, deciding that it was way too early to try to explain TV.

"It's complicated. They're actually in another place, you know, somewhere else, and it's just their image in the TV."

Well, explaining it any further than that, anyway.

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"...and everyone's okay?"

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Turtle nodded. "A-Okay. It's a completely one hundred percent safe procedure."

She paused.

"Okay, probably more like 98.3 percent, but that's still pretty good."

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"It's amazing," she bubbled. "I've never seen anything like this before."

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Turtle's head tilted thoughtfully at the TV. "I guess it is pretty cool," she admitted. "I've never really thought about it before. I'm used to having TV, so I guess that kind of takes some of the magic out of it, but, yeah, if it was new? Totally mind-boggling."

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"Everything here is very exciting," she confided. "I've never really been to school before and Mr. Deadpool gave me crayons."

Because Mr. Deadpool thought she was 'special', but that insult went way over her head.

"And I'm Viki!" she added, hoping she hadn't mentioned it and then forgotten it already.

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Turtle couldn't help a small, somewhat sad smile when she mentioned Mister Deadpool. "That was nice of him," she said, quietly, and hoped to forge on past that with the whole introduction thing. "I'm Turtle; it's nice to meet you."

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"Very nice to meet you," she said. "...are you really a turtle, then? My roommate is a bee."

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Turtle shook her head a little. "Nope; I'm one hundred percent human. It's just a nickname."

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"Oooooh." She beamed. "It's a very lovely one then."

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"Thanks!" Turtle beamed back a little, shoulders straightening proudly. "I rather like it, too. It's sure a heck of a lot better than my real name."

She paused, eying Viki slightly, but jumping the gun on the possible question she would likely ask, anyway.

"And, no, I'm not telling you what my real name is."

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"Okay," she said easily. "As you wish." Viki really couldn't care.

"Does Turtle mean anything specifically important to you then?"

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Turtle shrugged. "Only in so much as it's practically what everyone except my mother has called me since I was born. It all started because my older sister Angela thought that I looked a turtle when I was all wrapped up in blankets, sticking my head out." Which she kind of mimicked now, with a long stretch of her neck and a slight stoop of her shoulders.