"Turtle's not available right now. Leave a message, and she'll get back to you. If you're not a jerkface like Doug Hoo."

Typing this up is sort of surreal; it's exactly the OOC note I've countlessly said would probably never happen ( Read more... )

So it was just T-minus about half an hour until the ice cream date with Zack and Turtle was just a ball of excitement and eagerness up until about now. She supposed this was another warning against the risk of being too girly when it came to these things; she wouldn't be in this pickle at all if she hadn't gone into the closet to change into ( Read more... )

Turtle figured she should probably get some sleep for work tomorrow, but she was feeling a little restless and, instead, was just sort of lying on her bed, staring at the wall and thinking. About clubs coming up, about when she'd hear back from various college applications she'd been sending out super early, about the elections, about a lot of ( Read more... )

In small doses, being a turtle really wasn't all that bad. However, being a turtle for as long as Turtle had been was hardly a small dose, and the human part of her trapped in this shell had been about ready to crawl on out and back to having digits and thumbs and legs that would move her faster than a millimeter a minute for quite some time now ( Read more... )

It was all starting out to be a very normal sort of morning for Turtle. She woke up, groaned into her pillow and contemplated getting a few more minutes of sleep, and then resolved that she had a whole day full of a lot of things to do, so she got up grudgingly. She grabbed her things to shuffle to the bathroom for a shower and, when she got out ( Read more... )

So, here's just a quick overview of the three businesses that have the misfortune of being in my hands. With this icon just because I like it and it amuses me.

( About Turtle & Canary )

Because it wouldn't be the beginning brim of a new semester without a heaping of OOC links to drown Tracy in, I present to you: ANOTHER ONE!

( The Students )

Turtle was sitting on her bed, legs folded in front of her, which was very common for her, but there was a distinct lack of the usual scattering of reports and charts and graphs and files. Instead, there was just a newspaper folded to recent sports scores, and she had a telephone in her hand and she was talking into it, bright and animated. Of ( Read more... )

Turtle was making a list and checking it twice of who she could remember selling umbrellas to last night and made rain checks for, just so she could have it on file and keep track of who has paid her yet or who hasn't, and she set up so that she could spend some time working in her 'office' today, since most people said they'd come by and pay. So ( Read more... )