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Young Entrepreneurs; Tuesday [ 04/24 ]

Turtle filled her cup about halfway up with sugar before pouring in the coffee.

"Okay," she said, taking a seat at the table. "Yeah, I know. Finals week. I don't even know if any of the other clubs are going to have a meeting or not, but capitalism does not take a break for exams!" She said this quite firmly, thank you. "Plus, I just need your reports on how the glitter selling went so I can look them over and project for next year what sort of other things to pursue or if this is something we should stick with and expand or whatever. That's about it. So just get those to me and you can go study, or whatever, but stick around, seriously, 'cause it's our last meeting and look at all the cookies I brought."

She threw in a very convincing pout for good measure, too.

[[ up early because I've got to go into work early tonight. woe. ~~wait for~~ OCD is up, unlike me for my classes this morning.]]

[[ ALSO, glitter victims? Think your character figured out that the glitter did it? There's a Thread for Customer Complaints today. :) ]]

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With your top CEO name.

T.R. Wexler, CEO

Naomi Wildman

Jim Halpert

John Connor, commander of Tech-Com.

Turtle's very, very proud of her figures. How'd you do?

Or just talk about the weather. Whatever.

Any issues with the product that you'd like to bring up with the producers? Anyone can come in and bitch (or praise, if'n you want) about their Gremlin Glitter experiences.

Customer feedback is key in the development of better products!

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the glitter girl." Annette, who was so totally not feeling up to being out and about, figured out, or so she thought, that Turtle sold her messed up gremlin glitter.

Turtle's smirk was a little guarded, because, damn. Annette didn't look so good. But that didn't save her from snark. "And if it isn't the track star! Annette Hargrove! Or are you still going by Doug these days? How's that sex change operation going for you? Looks like those hormones have been kicking your butt."

Dammit! How in the hell did Turtle know about that? As far as Annette knew, Dick was the only one who knew she had run around and claimed to be Doug whoever.

"So, now I have a stalker."

"A stalker, what? Did you switch your hormones with your crazy pills today? Who'd want to stalk you anyway?"

"Apparently you if you know about the Doug thing. Give over, Turtle, you sold me some crappy gremlin glitter that made me lose an hour of my life. I want my money back." Yeah, like now girlfriend. Mmmhmm. Annette snapped her fingers.

Turtle just stared at Annette for a good, long time, because, clearly, Blondie had hit a new level of insane. "What are you even talking about, Annette? Why do I owe you a refund on the glitter?"

"Because. And stop staring at me like that, Turtle. You know exactly what you did." Annette looked around and then lowered her voice, "I used that glitter and then sort of...thought I was someone else."

"Isn't there a shrink in town now?" Turtle said, leaning in as if to match Annette's lowered voice. "Sounds like something you should take up with him instead of me. If I didn't know any better and recongize it as complete looney tunes, I'd think you were saying you thought you were someone else because of the glitter. Which makes no sense, Annette. It's glitter. It causes boykissy. Not delusions."

"Well, it caused me to be this Doug guy who I have no idea what his last name is. Dick just kept saying Doug who, Doug who...Anyway, Turtle, the glitter is gremlin tainted obviously, think you should check into that."

She gave her a too-sweet smile. "Oh, did I tell you about my final in Home Ec? My brothel room turned out really good. I even made a sign for it. Might have something or other to do with Turtle. Miss Frost took pictures. Remind me to show you later, hmm? Now, give me my money back."

Turtle in the middle of snerking and laughing at the whole 'Doug who' thing, but then she stopped dead in her tracks with a glare, what with that smile on the Perv's face, and the mention of 'brothel' and her name in one breath.

"What did you do, Annette? Don't make me get out of this chair and kick you agian."

"You can't kick me Turtle, can't you see that I'm a mess as it is? Stitches in my head and everything. Now stop being a pain in my ass and give me my money back." Annette dug into her pocketbook and took out the blue, green and pink glitter she had bought and shoved them at Turtle. "Don't make me shoot you with my holy water, Turtle."

"Oh, boo-hoo. You think just because you're injured, you can get away with being a jerk? I'm not giving you your money back. I used the glitter too, and nothing happened to me, so stop trying to scam me. I'm not stupid, Annette. You can't convince me of evil, sparkly, maaaagic glitter," waggly fingers, "just because I didn't buy your whole Doug Hoo routine."

Annette pursed her lips. "Oh, you haven't seen jerk yet, Turtle Wexler! Everyone is going to love my brothel when I post big assed pictures of it everywhere."

She turned to go, "Oh, have a pleasant evening you scam-sucking evil money-hungry cheating girl!"

Ooooh, those were some big words; Turtle rolled her eyes and let Annette go. If anything, Turtle was secure in the fact that she could beat Annette up without too much of a problem, especially if she got some tips from Mr. Deadpool first. And she knew she really wouldn't feel guilty about, either.

Turtle hummed and went back to looking over her figures, but ended up just doodling pictures of Annette-the-Hose-Beast in the margins of her notepad. Her favorite was the one where she was proclaiming, "Wah, wah, wah, I didn't get what I want, so I'm gonna throw a fit about it and call Turtle names, although I know she' so much prettier and cooler than I am and I just wish I could be like her, but she doesn't love me, wah, because I'm a jerkface."

Apparantly, Annette-the-Hose-Beast talked a lot.

(ooc: omg! *dies laughing*)

Oh, yes. Mr. Deadpool will be here this week.

Because if not? Time to put in your votes for a new advisor.

Hey! He was there!

"Hey! You're here!"

(Didn't I say that?)

"Of course I'm here!" Deadpool said happily. "Where else would I be?"

"Wherever you were for the last few meetings," Turtle said, with a critical crossing of her arms in front of her. Hey, he had to expect at least a little bit of guff for it.

"Nope! I'm hear and I'm ready for some entre. And maybe some preneur."

"Fantastic. But, hey, I gotta ask you a question."

"As long as it has nothing to do with either of the kids from last week, sure."

"Nope! It's about my Science! fair project. I was wondering if you could help me."

"Okay.," Deadpool said slowly. "What did you have in mind?"

"I wanna do something with explosions!" There was an excited bounce. "But don't know what."

Aww. The bounce is really what sold him.

"Well, building a bomb doesn't seem like something that'd go over well, but we can do something about how an explosion works."

Turtle's eyes narrowed a bit. "Explain it...by building a bomb and showing how, right? Just a little one. It's Science! class. The whole semester has been able understanding science through experiencing it. Can just get up there and babble about how, you have to show people!"

"True. You okay it with that teacher who loves exclamation points too much and I'll help you with the bomb."

"I'm almost positive she'll be okay with it," Turtle assured him. "And I only have until Thursday, so that doesn't give me much tiiiiiiiiiiime." Turtle was bouncing again. "We have to blow up something good. What's Ms. Friz's motto again? Something something, and get messy. So I'm pretty sure if I do that, it's an easy A."

He had radio tonight and then ANTM Wednesday night, but... "Stop by my house tomorrow and we can get to work."

"Yes!" Victory! Making explosions with Mr. Deadpool! "I'll stop in after work! You're the best, Mr. Deadpool!"

*twirl*

Stupid work.

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