All Around the Dorms; Thursday.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Especially after encountering Dor, Turtle realized that she had slacked off on this so inexcusably that part of her was feeling she should lose the election just because she had been so slow to the punch. She'd worry about finding that Toby fellow to revoke his remarks later, because, at the moment, a button proudly announcing her campaign, she went around the dorms, putting up her posters. They were clean, colorful posters, a medley of red, white, and blue, with great sparkling stars of glitter:

Vote T.R. Wexler
for Junior Representative
A vote Wexler is a vote for experience and determination.
The T.R. doesn't stand for 'tenacious' and 'revolutionary,' but they may as well!
Please take a pamphlet for more information about the Wexler for Representative campaign

There was an arrow on the posters pointing down to a small little paper basket built into each one, and each basket contained brochures listing all of Turtle's credentials and experience, among patriotic pictures of eagles and some gremlins to represent her love for the school. It also discussed some of her platforms, like funding for clubs, better cafeteria food (always an important one), and more events to create a deeper connection between the student and the townie populations. There was also a coupon on the back for 50% off any purchase at Turtle & Canary, some buttons for the taking, and some lollipops.

With each poster she put up, she drew in a breath and looked them over, with a faint smile of satisfaction for her work, faint under the heaviness of doubt and worry. She smoothed out the poster, made sure the basket would stay under the weight of the goodies inside of it, and told herself that she just had to keep positive and do her best, and everything would be fine.

She hoped.

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[[ETA: The posters now, thanks to Dor, will vocally encourage people to vote for Turtle when they pass by =D ]]

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[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco wasn't exactly avoiding Turtle, but well, seeing her was not high on his list of things he wanted to do in the morning. "I didn't say that!" He yelped.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle glanced over from her poster with a sullen type of face, looking at Marco as if trying to decide exactly what would be the best thing to say to him right now. She wanted to yell at him and possibly even kick him if it weren't for the fact that he had stupid kicking immunity (worst idea ever, Wexler?), but it campaign time. She had to conduct herself in a respectable manner, especially since it felt like the forces of democracy were making sure that she worked her little butt off to secure a position.

"You know, Marco," she finally said, turning back to smooth out one more thing and plucking a lollipop, wrapped, of course, in a red-white-and-blue 'Vote Wexler' wrapping, from the little basket. She turned slightly and tossed it, lightly, underhand, toward him, "it's campaign time. That's a very important time for me, and I'd appreciate it if you'd help me get elected rather than hinder me. I mean, you're my friend, right? I would kind of think that our friendship would be more important than some new girl you've got a crush on, but I guess I thought too much of our friendship...."

...yup. That would do.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco fumbled the catch but managed to keep the box from falling. "What I said was, that you're special and that's why I'm friends with you. It's not my fault the idiot who thinks I'm short can't read." He said hotly.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Well, he was a little on the short side, but Turtle wasn't an idiot, so she didn't say that and she sighed a little. "It could have very well have been the squirrels, as well," she reasoned. "They have a tendency to mishear things sometimes, I swear, and I'd know, I work with them enough as it is. But you...you really meant special in...you know, a good way?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco nodded quickly, though still not getting close enough to get kicked. "Best way. That's why we're friends."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle nodded a little back, a light, although still heavy and doubtful smile on her face. Election time was just the worst thing ever for her emotions. "Good," she said, and then allowed a little bit of a laugh, a bit self-depreciating for potentially over-reacting, although, really, Marco wasn't kicked, so he got off way easy. "I mean, I didn't really think that you'd think that, but sometimes you're just not so sure, and you worry..."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Seriously?" Marco asked, never lacking for confidence. But still out of kicking range.

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

Ella's expression when she noticed Turtle putting up the posters was a hard one to read; on the one hand, it was a nice display, and she wished the best for her former roommate. On the other, it reminded her that she'd done nothing in terms of a campaign, and, well, Turtle would be a formidable opponent.

So she just sort of stood there, reading the brochure like it was going to tell her what to do.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Ella," Turtle gave her former roommate a small, but very friendly smile, trying to not seem intrusive when she noticed the other girl reading through the brochure. "How are you? Did you get a sucker?"

Even if she had, Turtle was already producing another one from her bag and offering it to her.

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Ella said, reaching for it reflexively and changing her mind even as her hand went out. "I mean, yes, I do, but I'm not sure you want to give me one. I was going to run, you see..."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

...oh. Turtle blinked at Ella, face paling and looking faintly like she'd been threatened to be slapped, but then the expression shifted back into a smile, lollipop still held out. "I don't see why that means you can't have a sucker," she said. "What's a democratic campaign without competition, after all?"

A...lot of competition. Turtle struggled to keep the smile on her face as her stomach twisted again and she felt the hot sting of tears in the corner of her eyes. But it was okay. Democracy. She didn't care what anyone else said, she believed in the system, and the best person won, and, if she didn't win, well, then, she clearly wasn't the best.

And she'd, somehow, have to deal with that. Although she had no idea how.

She gave an encouraging nod of her head, urging Ella to go ahead and take the sucker.

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

Ella took the sucker, though she didn't unwrap it. "It is the democratic way," she said, almost defensively. "The best woman should win, right?"

She looked at the flier again. Turtle did have a lot more experience.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Exactly." Turtle had to admit that she kind of had to love Ella for her word choice there. "So, good luck, yeah? It's a stiff competition this year, but I personally see it as a challenge to make sure I do my best, you know?"

She had to see it that way, really.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"You're very well prepared," Ned said, carefully taking a pamphlet. "This is an important thing to win?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"In the grand scheme of things," Turtle said, smiling an almost exhausted smile at Ned as she repeated the mantra she'd told herself so many, many times already, "probably not. But for me, it kind of is, actually. It's probably one of the most important things ever for me right now."

She'd, of course, studied the student list until she went cross-eyed, and so she knew Ned wasn't in her class, but she liked Ned, he was a friend, and maybe he could help support her.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"If preparation is important, you should win," Ned said, smiling lightly. "Want me to get you some coffee or something?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle's nose wrinkled a little. The last thing she needed was coffee. Not only was it gross, but her stomach was already rebelling against her. "No, that's okay," she said. "I appreciate the offer, though. I've got enough adrenaline to keep me going for hours, believe me. If you're interested in helping, though...."

She dragged off a little, looking at Ned hopefully. She didn't want to seem pushy, though, so she was going to leave it to him if he wanted to know how to help.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Helping?" Ned hadn't ever helped something like this before. "Uh. Is there anything specific I have to do to help and not hinder? I can hinder a lot."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, Ned," Turtle couldn't help a bit of an apprehensive laugh. "There's nothing you could do in the way of accidentally hindering my chances than Jeff could do. And let him have free range, God help me. I actually think you could help me a lot. I mean, the easiest, of course, would be one of these..." She fished out a button, handing it to him. "Simple name recognition is some of the best advertising one can have. And, if you'd really like to help, I...have a really, really good idea for you and the campaign effort, but I wouldn't want to impose or anything...."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was on her way to town when she spotted Turtle and all her campaignery goodness. "Hi, Turtle!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Amber!" Turtle met her with a bright smile. She knew Amber was an upperclassman, but that just meant instead of pushing the vote, she'd have to push the support. "How's it going? Did you get a sucker?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"It's going great and no, I didn't get a sucker," she said, grinning cheerfully. "You seem to have it all together, Turtle. Not that I would doubt anything less from you."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Well, I try," Turtle said, smiling a little and shrugging, as cutely and modestly as she could, and hoping it came off that way. "I really love Student Council and hope to get in, so I'm definitely trying to keep on my game."

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"If I could vote for you I would," she nodded firmly. "But since I can't, I can support your efforts."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"That would make you one of the greatest ever," Turtle said, smiling brighter, and drawing in a grateful breath. She certainly hoped that all of the support she was getting from seniors would reflect well on her. If upperclassmen thought she could do well, after all...

She reached into her bag to pull out a button. "You'll need one of these, then. It'll look great on you; the blue will bring out your eyes!"