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Young Entreprenuers; Tuesday [ 04/17], 4;00 pm.

Turtle came in and dropped a big box onto the table and drew in a deep breath. "H'okay, listen up." She turned an eye sharply around to the others and any potential...children. "Glitter stuff came in, so today's our manual labor day, because we're good little self-made capitalists here." With potential child laborers, bonus. "There's a little instruction chart up on the board to follow, but it's pretty simple. The important part is gonna be the labels. We can bottle 'em up and then tomorrow, come in, grab your supply, and start selling! Make yourselves a projected quota and try to reach it. If you don't, then...I don't know, we cut off your finger? I got nothin'. If you don't, well, then, you suck and are a shame to the club and your country."

She grinned winningly. "Let's work."

[[ ~~wait for the~~ OCD is up! ]]

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And register any kidlets, for future reference for Turtle to shake her head at what you named the poor things.

What? She had crappy name syndrome.

Turtle Wexler, delightfully ~~canoncally~~ childfree!

Alice the Egg does not count.

Naomi Wildman

Sabrina Wildman

Jim Halpert

"Invisible John" Halpert. Don't look for him. He's invisible. You won't find him.

John Connor. Josh is absent.

That's right. Make your glitter. So not dirty.

But keeping an eye on John and Jim.

And don't let your kids eat it, either. Gross.

Jim was completely planning on taking some glitter for his own nefarious purposes. It would be his version of corporate intrigue.

He looked completely innocent. That's when he looked down suddenly.

"Put that down, John!" he said.

Turtle arched an eyebrow at Jim, then glanced over to John Connor to see what the hell he was talking about, and then returned her gaze back to Jim looking even more confused.

Jim took a careful look around the room and sprinkled some glitter nearby. He gave a disappointed look when it hit the ground. "Crap, he moved," he whispered loudly. "Where'd you go?"

Turtle continued staring at Jim like he was crazy, making a mental note to announce next meeting that drinking before meetings is a big no-no.

"Hey, Turtle, have you seen my son?" Jim asked. Then he cringed as if he just realized what he said. "Bad choice of words. Sorry, son! Wherever you are."

"Actually," said Turtle, leaning forward, "I think I just saw him go out the window with your sanity. Is this, like, some sort of anxiety because everyone else has kidlets running around, so you've got to have one, too?"

"No, I have one. He's just invisible," Jim said. "He said it was something his mom could do, too. So, yeah, he's a little tough to keep track of."

"...Who's his mom?" Turtle dared to venture, because she didn't know anyone at Fandom who could turn invisible (yet), but that was probably a good thing, because, if it was a girl at Fandom, then Turtle knew she ran the risk of ending up imagining Jim and...his baby's momma...having...uh...um...doing, uhh...that....thing that, uhhhhh, y'know. Babies come from....

Ack.

"He won't tell me," Jim said. "That's how I know he's mine."

Turtle stared for just a second later, and then shook her head.

"Oh, wait, I think I heard him!" Jim said, running down the hall. "Come back, John!"

A few minutes later, he returned. "Found him and put him in a locker until the end of the meeting. He's very sorry about the disturbance."

"You put your invisible son in a locker? Nice parenting, Jim, geez."

"That was a joke," Jim said. "A friend is watching him right now. Well, you know, not watching him."

Headdesk.

"You're a dork, Jim."

"I hear that a lot," Jim said with a big grin.

Should Mr. Deadpool decide to grace them this week. Which he didn't last week. And Turtle had a suspicion it would be the same this week, in which case, Mr. Deadpool so had a shin with her foot's name on it.

Deadpool wasn't there but his daughter was. Kid tried to look very important as she sat in Deadpool's usual chair, watching the students.

Turtle crossed her arms in front of her and leaned in on the table to implore the little girl critically. "Who're you?"

She could handle mom's looks, this girl was no problem. "'m Kid. Who're you?"

"Turtle," she answered. "President." She left Kid to believe whatever she wanted as far as what Turtle was the president of.

"You're in Mr. Deadpool's chair."

Kid had met an emperor to be earlier and a her boyfriend was going to take over the world so president was small turkey. She gave Turtle a 'duh' look. "I know."

Yeah, if you didn't like democracy, which was clearly the best.

"Well, why?"

"'Cause I'm waitin' for my dad" Again the 'duh' look.

Turtle met her 'duh' look with an arched eyebrow. "Mr. Deadpool's never mentioned a kid before."

Yes, she knew about the recent invasion of kidlets. But this brat didn't seem cool enough to be Mr. Deadpool's spawn. She didn't even have a cool suit.

Kid glared. "Yeah, well, he never mentioned bein' a teacher before either."

Turtle opened her mouth to refute that, but then realized that Kid had a good point,if it was true, and her mouth closed. And she critically looked at the little girl.

"You're gonna have to move when he gets here, you know."

"I know," Kid replied. But it wasn't like he'd really mind her being there.

Tutle looked at her again for a moment before tossing her some of the glitter making supplies and a bottle and said, "Here. Make yourself useful, then."

Kid frowned down at the supplies. "What's this for?"

"Gremlin Glitter," Turtle told her, doing her best to restrain her own 'duh' look and be the adult one in the situation. "If you want to crash the YE, then you'll be expected to be a YE." Turtle nodded, importantly.

"'ma freelancer not an yeee."

"Oh really?" Turtle said. "I'll hire you then. Make the glitter, and I won't charge you for renting the space of Mr. Deadpool's chair."

Kid put out her hand. "Payment up front."

Turtle blinked at her. "It's a barter, you dork. Your payment is me letting you stay here."

The post where the actual gremlin gets into the bottles goes up lata. :D

Jim doesn't have a child. He's going to pretend to have one. I don't know.

....You rock.

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