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Young Entrepreneurs; Monday, Period 6 [ 02/09 ].

Turtle had very seriously considered calling off the meeting. It was bad enough having to wake up next to the guy she'd married over the weekend without having to sit in a small group of people at him in a business-type setting.

However, there was a lesson in all of this, and a successful person would strive to use that lesson to her advantage to help better move along. So she was there at the head of the table as usual, trying her best to look like her face wasn't constantly red as she drew herself up professionally.

"One thing," she started, after clearing her throat to make sure her voice didn't waver, "that is very important in business relationships, especially in small groups, is that there is a clear and distinct line between the business and the personal. One cannot let some personal incident interfere with the fact that he or she has a job to do. Your business does not care if you got drunk at the company party and said stupid thing. It does not care if you thought you were someone else and married one of your business partners. It does not take excuses like that, and so it is very important for a young entrepreneur to always exude an air of pure, unflappable professionalism. If any of you," which she knew at least one other person did, "had a weekend as weird as mine, this is a lesson we could all stand to hear. So today, that's what we're going to do. We're going to network with each other on very professional levels, completely disregarding any personal aspects that may try to interfere."

And, failing that, there was always the usual assortment of things to eat to stuff into your mouth before you said something stupid.

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"Excuse me," Alice said cheerfully. "Might I network with you, in a purely professional manner? I promise not to refer to any painful memories you might have, though my weekend seems to have been rather less dramatic than everyone else's."

He gave her a smile. "You may," he said, "Although I think that perhaps I feel less tormented about it than some others. And what profession should we assume?"

"Perhaps we emerged far more unscathed than the others," she laughed. "I very nearly enjoyed my weekend, though I would not behave in such a manner normally. What sort of profession would you like? We could be dentists, tormenting those who develop cavities. Or lawyers. I should like to stand every so often and shout, 'I object!'"

What little Alice knew of the practice of law came from American television programs.

Edited 2009-02-09 20:40 (UTC)

"I'm just pleased I'm no longer expecting twins," he smirked, "But we are to stay away from that subject. I can't say I know much about either profession on this world, but I will play any game you chose." There was a hint of a challenge in the look he gave her.

Alice grinned. "That is a dangerous offer," she said. "One I fully intend to make you regret, you realize. I could state that I should love to jump from high buildings and see which of us ends the least injured, or to wear silly hats for an entire day and adopt outrageous accents in the hopes of convincing passers-by that we are not ourselves."

Alice's games tended to the loud and disruptive. Which, in turn, usually landed her in trouble.

"You could, but if it's a game my move could be to limit the damage. If that was what I wanted." He grinned. "My stepmother would no doubt say that I might have a bad influence on you."

"Your stepmother has never spoken to any of my governesses," Alice laughed. "Very well, take your move. Mine is to declare war, though in a far kinder way than wars are generally waged."

"Hmm," he said. "That's a very ambivalent move. Surrender at this point would be cowardly though, so I would have to prepare for war. However," he watched her, eyes narrowing, "I will just gather whatever forces I have in anticipation of the first assault."

"Wise decision," Alice nodded. "I have, of course, been watching your moves and will be determining your weak spots. And now, to declare the field of battle."

This required careful consideration.

"Caucus-races never have a clear winner, and I do believe you'd best me, easily at chess," she mused.

Edited 2009-02-09 21:31 (UTC)

"So what will your choice be?" he asked, concealing his curiosity.

"My game," Alice said, bouncing out of her seat. "The rules are as follows: on your turn, you can change any of the rules, including this one. And for this turn, my rule is that you must pretend to be a flamingo."

Alice stood, bending one leg behind her, and tried to balance, carefully.

"A hopping flamingo," she amended, keeping one leg bent and jumping on the other.

Imitating Alice, Leto stood and began hopping on one leg, keeping his balance quite well. "Then my rule for this turn," he said, stretching out his arms, "Will be that any rule that is made will transform into its opposite. It is the right of the other player to determine what the opposite is."

"I have decided," she said calmly, "that your rule's opposite means that no rule must change to its opposite. So I am following your rule and destroying it at the same time, in a lovely little paradox. More importantly, that means we should switch legs."

She was now hopping on her other leg. "And recite the names of cities that we know, while looking at the ceiling."

He changed legs too and stared down at the floor. Her twisting of his rule was adorable, and he grinned. "If no rule can change into its opposite, then every rule must be reversed and shifted slightly off balance. We will not recite the names of cities, but the names of the qualities on which they flourish."

Alice was now staring at the floor, as well, as she hopped. "I quite like Fandom's flair for the unusual," she said. "London is very exciting, but smoggy. Is it your turn for a new rule, or mine?"

"Arrakeen is built on the power of Spice. My turn." The jumping stopped. "We should not move while the other can see us."

"Which means," Alice decided, abruptly stopping her own hopping, "that every time the other cannot see us, we must move in some way."

It wasn't a reversal, just an extension.

She was now waiting patiently for Leto to blink, so that she could flail her arms.

(AND I FLEE TO BED! NIGHT! SP YAY?)

He laughed, then blinked slowly, giving time for Alice to move. Standing still, he was tempted to cross the room the next time she closed her eyes, just to see her reaction, but this wasn't the place for that.

[Yay SP!]

As soon as Leto blinked, she placed both fingers in her nostrils, and stuck out her tongue. And tried very, very hard to hold that pose still while his eyes were open once more.

Of course, it would only be fair to return the favor with an extra-long blink of her own, wouldn't it?

(zomg, day of fail. sorry for mega-SP-ing.)

Alice was comfortingly crazy, Leto thought. When she closed her eyes he moved quickly, but not unusually so, to position himself a few feet behind her.

[No worries!]

"Now that is cheating," Alice enunciated, carefully. It was difficult to speak with both fingers in one's nostrils and one's tongue stuck that far out. Especially with such a wide grin. "As I can't see you, so you're free to move as you like, but I can guess that you can see me."

She considered for a few moments. "I suppose that means I need to cheat, as well."

"I could have my back turned towards you," he pointed out. "No way for you to know. And it wasn't cheating, just bending the rules to my advantage. That is the way you play any game, isn't it?"

"I meant no disrespect," Alice said easily. "I have great regard for cheating. It means you've beaten the rules at their own game. Speaking of which ..."

She dropped her hands from her nostrils and let her tongue come back in again. It was starting to go dry.

"I can't say for sure if you can see me or not, now," she related. "So I shall assume you can't. It is your duty to prove to me otherwise, as I cannot speak until you do." And thus, Alice stood very still, except for the fidgeting. Alice would fidget, whenever she had the opportunity.

He would realize how well-versed she was, in cheating, when he discovered that she had her eyes firmly closed.

"But as you can't tell whether I can see you or not you are unable to make a move," Leto pointed out. "Checkmate." He took a step forward, placing a hand on her shoulder and turning around of face her.

"You didn't twist the rule," Alice said simply, eyes still shut. "Unkind to declare the game over before taking your turn."

Edited 2009-02-11 16:09 (UTC)

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