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Young Entrepreneurs; Tuesday [03/06]

Turtle had cookies and coffee available for everyone when they came into the classroom today. And sugar. Lots and lots of sugar because coffee was actually really, really gross.

"I'm not going to talk everyone's ear off today like usual; we're just going to talk about ideas for what sort of product we want to work on selling to earn the club some money and some placement in today's bustling free market."

"I would, however, like to take a small moment of silence for the recent plunge in the stock market. Yes, it looks like it will recover nicely, but it was still a big stress and a pain in the butt, so if we could bow our heads and hope the bear isn't clawing at us soon..."

When that was over, she lifted her head with a bright smile. "So, what've we got?"

[[ guess who forgot about clubs until just now~! *raises hand* Sorry for the lateness. ]]

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Even if collapsy weepingly reminds Turtle of the recent plunge.

Naomi Wildman

Turtle Wexler

Who forgets to sign in for her own club.

John Connor. Who totally signed in on the right day.

Turtle feels she has a great idea, but she'll wait before revealing her genius.

"Weapons? Or, p'haps, Fandom High brand ammunition."

Turtle arched an eyebrow. "That ain't half bad. Only problem with that is it couldn't be used anywhere, and it doesn't appeal to all the student body. I know there's a crazy amount of people who weild weapons like its going out of style around here, but I know I'm not one of 'em...."

"Different style, with the Gremlin mark on 'em. Blades, clubs, cricket bats and hockey sticks, that sorta thing."

And as for ammo? John's just trying to justify spending the money on a reloader.

Turtle had to admit, she was rather intrigued about the whole idea of a Gremlin mark as an icon for their business. "...Possibly. It's a considersation. Personally, I was thinking what we need to do is corner the market on glitter around here."

"Considering that people use a metric ton of it by the week? Ohyeah. I'd rather be rolling in dough than rolling in tiny shiny particulate matter."

"Gremlin Glitter certain does have a certain ring to it, too..."

"Just as long as it's not made from actual gremlins. Ew."

" 'No real gremlins were harmed in the making of this product.' It will get us on PETA's good side."

"No, not that. I think glitter made from actual gremlins'll screw people up. Like gremlin bites do."

Turtle kind of just stared at John.

"....you haven't had a gremlin bite, have you?"

"...I've actually yet to see an actual gremlin."

"Tehyr'e mostly gone. Hopefully completely gone. Nasty. Bite is toxically hallucinagenic."

"Huh. Good to know. So, yes, definately no use of actual gremlins in the glitter. Although, after all that, I wonder how we've even catch them to use them in the first place. Talk about a hazard pay..."

"There are stockpiles. ~~I have some.~~ Just... if you see a green thing about knee or thigh high? Scaly? LOtsa teeth? Run. Don't even kick it, run. Can bite through shoes."

As soon as he arrives, that is.

Deadpool was there. And he was still wondering where on the island he could get a hold of some gay porn.

"Oh! Mr. Deadpool!" Turtle looked utterly relieved when he got there, a hand over her heart as she breathed out. "Thank gawd..."

"I was on time! I was just being all ninja-y," He protested.

"No, it's not that," Turtle assured him. "You can be as late or as ninja-y as you want, just as long as you're still you."

He paused. "Was I supposed to be someone else?"

Turtle shook her head vigerously, braid whipping back and forth dangerously. "No way, and that's a good thing. If I found out they were replacing all my favourite teachers with complete tools with pretty hair, I don't think I could handle it."

"Okay."

(I missed something, didn't I?)

"So, I shouldn't get pretty hair?"

"I guess if you wanted to, you could, just so long as you're still Mr. Deadpool and not some nerdy replacement."

"Aww, you're sweet." Deadpool gave her a pat on the head. "Hey! Did you want to learn about fighting on Thursday?"

Turtle's eyes darted upward as if she watch that hand on the top of her head better, making sure it stayed good and clear of a certain braid. "Sure," she said, not keeping her eyes away from their upward position. "Not much of a fighter, though. I'm more of the brains behind an operation."

"Doesn't mean that you shouldn't know how to throw a punch should the need arise," Deadpool replied sagely. "What kind of person would I be if I didn't teach my minion to defend herself?"

"Or kick," Turtle pointed out. "I can always kick pretty good."

He nodded. "Of course. You can kick anyone you want."

"Awesome," Turtle decided. "I'm so there, then."

For anything else.

*twirl*

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