Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Afternoon.

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It was kind of surreal, really, thinking about the fact that she was back in her own body but it still felt weird because she had started getting used to Viki's body. Turtle had spent the morning stretching and getting used to her own again, and had kicked almost everything that wasn't moving in the room to revel in the fact that her kick was back, in a way that didn't deeply wound either her boyfriend or his dog.

They did, however, need new desk chairs.

Kicking done, Turtle then went to experience snacking in her own body, grabbing lots of things bad for it so she wouldn't feel guilty for giving someone else bad cholesterol or a toothache, and then plopped on the couch to watch a little TV, still occasionally getting up to stretch and shake out her limbs and, perhaps, a little, lament the fact that she was back to being relatively flat chested, but that was okay, because that was her.

She wondered if there were any stretches someone could do to help with that, since, clearly, puberty hadn't helped her out there.

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"Oh, I've no doubt that there's that many," Turtle said, shrugging slightly. "I mean, I'm even from a mix-religion family, and imagine if you knew about a place like this and had all the religions from different planets and worlds to add to it. And I've no doubt that it is exactly what it sounds like. Which has got to get kind of boring."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Ned needed to go to the library. "Well, anyway, my life is boring save for identical not twins. What classes are you taking?"

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"I've got my usual two important ones and one just for fun. The one for fun is Childhood Games, and the Important ones are Karaoke for Fun and Profit and the Right Tools."

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"Karaoke?" Ned asked, almost smiling. "Getting graded for singing?"

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"And profit!" Turtle chirped, with a small, excited sort of bounce. That was, after all, the important part. "Mister Cannon said that if I can find a business to sponsor it, we can have a competition for actual money, and, of course, that's easy, because I own a business that can sponsor it!"

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"Competition?" Ned didn't pale because hey, he didn't have to enter but he'd sure as heck go and watch. "Singing competition? For anyone?"

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"Um, I think just for the class," Turtle said, thoughtfully. "But I could talk to him about opening it up more if you'd like! I think that could be fun. Would definitely up the stakes a bit."

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"Oh no, no singing for Ned," he said, waving a hand. "That's certain doom for all involved."

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"Awww, come on!" Turtle said with a laugh. "It can't be that bad. I'm no songbird, myself. And I don't think anything can beat the awful karaoke we had to listen to last week, oh, man."

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"Who sang last week?" Ned wondered. "I bet I could beat them in badness."

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"They were, thankfully, just simulations of people singly badly," Turtle said. "I'm pretty sure Mister Cannon did this because the real thing would have been deadly."

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"Was it to prove that singing can be used to kill?" Ned wondered.

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Turtle probably gave this more consideration than she should have.

"...noooo," she said slowly, "I don't think so. I think the point was that there will always be people who just can't sing, but, if you have fun with it and don't take yourself too seriously, it can still be not so bad."

There was a slight pause.

"I'm not sure the lesson succeeded."

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"So, what type of songs have you sung so far?" Ned asked curiously. "I've been trying to guess in my head but I'm sure I'm wrong."

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"I've only done one so far," Turtle said, "and I'm pretty sure I kind of just made up the words as I went along." She shrugged. "I'm a big fan of America the Beautiful, though. What sort of songs have you been guessing?"

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"I guessed rock and roll," Ned said, shrugging. "It's kind of a personality thing, I guess? You own a store so there's a lot of initiative and I'm sure you have to advertise and make noise so...rock and roll."

Pause.

"I suck at philosophy."

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Turtle couldn't help grinning at that. "It was kind of rocky," she admitted, and then beamed a little more. "I like that I come off as a rock'n'roll chick, thanks!"

She didn't actually see it, but his philosophy was at the very least...interesting, and so she'd take it, sure why not?

"I'd say you seem like you could sing pie-making songs, but I don't know what those would be. But you're nice, Ned, so maybe something nice. Soft jazzy, maybe."

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"If I ever sang, it'd be something soft," he agreed. "Like soft serve ice cream, I think. Vanilla. Kind of bland but maybe it's okay. That's me."

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"Awww!" Turtle chuckled at that. "But vanilla's also a classic! So you've got that going for you."

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"Exactly and it's stayed around for years," he added. "You can't get rid of vanilla no matter how hard you try."

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"And why would you want to?" Turtle agreed. "It's got that basic simplicity that the other, more complex flavors just don't have."

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"And things can always be added to me for flavor!" Ned said like it was the greatest thing ever. "Wow, do you want ice cream as bad as me now?"

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Considering that they were relating ice cream directly to Ned?

...Turtle's eyes shift. "Uh, no," she said, with a small shift and hoped this didn't mean that she would from here on in think of eating vanilla ice cream to be like metaphorically eating Ned. "But I'm pretty sure there's some in the freezer if you want; knock yourself out. Of course, it's probably not as good as what you could get at Chilly Boulder, but it saves you the walk."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"That's okay," he said, oblivious to the weirdness as he usually was. "I'll end up giving myself an ice cream headache so severe, I'll have to go to the clinic."

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"So then you'd have to make the walk anyway," Turtle thought with a nod, "but this time in pain. Good call."

But now she almost kind of did want ice cream. Weird.

...but just not vanilla. She wanted cookie dough. Definitely cookie dough.