fandomhigh | Young Entrepreneurs Club; Thursday 2pm -- 10/30.

Hopefully, everyone would get the message to meet in the sewing area of the home ec classroom for today's meeting rather than the usual classroom, because that was where Turtle was, with a bunch of supplies and papers and, of course, some holiday thematic apple cider and doughnuts.

"Hey, guys," she said. "So, I was thinking that we should probably take a look into the process of actually making a tent before we decide on how we want to produce this thing. So I went and found some instructions and some materials and thought we could give it a try, see how we can manage it, and go from there."

As she handed out the papers, she also added, "I...am not sure how good I can be with a sewing machine and a needle and thread would take forever. However, I would like to throw out there that I have a very good friend back in Westingtown who is a very good seamstress. Maybe we could even employ her to help with some of the technical stuff, or whatever. But let's give it a try, yeah?"

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Dor pulled out a pair of scissors and started to cut the fabric.

Only for the fabric to let out a blood curdling scream as soon as he started. Dor dropped the scissors and fumbled around as the fabric began to laugh.

"I can't believe you fell for that!" the fabric laughed.

"You're not funny," Dor scowled and began to cut the fabric again.

Causing it to scream one more time.

"Cut it out," Dor snapped.

"Isn't that what I'm trying to do?" the scissors asked.

"I wasn't talking to you," Dor groaned. "Can we just cut the fabric please?"

Both the fabric and scissors grumbled but allowed Dor to continue cutting.

The scream had initially startled Turtle quite a bit when she first heard it, but, once she discovered the source and the reason, she just eyed Dor a little, in a sort of If-there's-going-to-be-a-problem... kind of way.

Dor frowned and shook his head and glared at the fabric and began to cut.

It didn't make any more noise.

He looked at Turtle with a dorky grin as if to say "See? No Problem!"

Turtle, though smirking a bit in amusement over that look of triumph on Dor's face, couldn't help raising an eyebrow at the fabric. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe she should have gone with something more durable. After all, how much integrity could the cloth have if it shut up because Dor glared at it.

Then again, Dor was the one with the scissors.

Dor was happily cutting up the fabric now and if it made a whimpering he would make a shushing noise at it so it would be quiet.

Really the problem wasn't the strength of the fabric as it was really just whiny.

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