fandomtownies | Caritas - Monday [Open]

Entry tags:

Caritas - Monday [Open]

GOB wandered over to Caritas and was surprised to find it closed. He didn't think that he would get away with pretending to be sick if he was opening it himself tonight, but he wanted a drink. If Emma didn't dress wildly inappropriately all the time, she would be in some kind of trouble with GOB for making him ditch his perfectly believable excuse for not doing work.

[OOC: I am around. Huzzah!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

GOB poured Turtle a Coke, but he did so reluctantly. He wasn't about to let her know any of his team's strategies. And not just because he didn't know any of them.

"I've been fine. Plenty of employees of my own and all, so I have a lot of free time. How about you?"

"Very well, thank you!" Turtle chirped brightly, bouncing slightly as she plunked a straw into her drink and took a quick sip. "Hired in a full weekend staff, all new students, and they've been doing very well. Also, I've formed a bit of a partnership with a new business in town, which, actually," sip, "is the reason for my stopping in today, Mister GOB." She looked over at him expectantly for a reaction.

GOB picked up his glass and sipped while seeming to ponder what Turtle told him.

"Oh?" was his carefully considered response. "What does this have to do with me?"

"I may have heard tell of a previous business venture into the banana stand business, Mister GOB," Turtle said importantly, straightening to show that she wouldn't be deterred. "My informant wouldn't speak anything more on it, so I came straight to the source. Do tell, Mister GOB, do tell. How hard can it be to run a banana stand, really?"

"It's simple," GOB said. He had twice before run banana stands. One time was a part of a bitter rivalry between him and his brother, Michael, that ended in fire and a fistfight. The other time was here in Caritas, which just ended in fire. "You just need good advertising and the bananas sell themselves. I mean, really, who wouldn't want a frozen banana?"

Turtle took another big sip before asking, "Then why did you fail, if it's so easy, huh?"

"I didn't fail," GOB scoffed. "I gave up."

"Giving up is a failure, Mister GOB," Turtle informed him.

"No," GOB corrected. "Giving up is quitting BEFORE you get to failure. Trust me, I know failure and I know giving up. Giving up is much better."

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," Turtle waved a hand. "Did you succeed? No. Then it was a failure."

"I succeeded at not failing," GOB argued. "Therefore, giving up makes you a success!"

Turtle's eyes narrowed. "Still not buying it," she said, crossing her arms in front of her with a challenging glare set dead on GOB.

"Sounds like you fail at buying it," GOB argued.

"If you're going to argue that," Turtle argued back, "then you might as well say that I fail at being a complete failure, too, which then negates the fact, at which point, we keep doing that and it's like dividing by zero ~~or forgetting OOC~~ and the world ends. And then we fail at preserving the world; this is a vicious cycle you're threatening to step into, Mister GOB. You can't tread lightly on this sort of territory."

"So you're giving up on treading lightly? According to you, that means you fail," GOB argued. "And that means you ended the world. Thanks a lot."

GOB thought this was an iron-clad argument that would win it for him.

"I am certainly not giving up!" Turtle thunked a fist on the counter in determination. "I am just making sure you are aware of the possiblilities of your actions, here, Mister GOB. And, furthermore, by you suggesting that if I were to give up on treading lightly, I would be failing and thus ending the world, you accept my argument that giving up is failing!"

"But the world would be over so it wouldn't matter," GOB arrgued.

"But it's not over yet," Turtle insisted, "so it does matter now."

"But if the world didn't end, then it proves you wrong," GOB said even though he wasn't sure how.

"No, no, no," Turtle shook her head. "The world ends if I fail by giving up. But I'm still arguing with you, so I haven't failed yet."

There was a confused pause.

"I think."

"Only failures pause to think like that," GOB said. "Successes just do."

GOB was wrong about that.

And Turtle knew that all too well.

"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard," Turtle said with a snort. "Success takes careful thought, planning, and consideration, Mister GOB."

"This place is the biggest success I've ever had and do you know how I got it?" GOB asked. "A guy with horns was running off to host a kid's TV show on no notice and offered it to me for cheap. I took over two days later. Checkmate."

"Oh, I think not!" Turtle announced with a winning chuckle. "I got where I was by offering a proposal for a cash register, and the next thing I know, I'm partner at fourteen and my business is named after me. I don't see that here. Either way, I had to put thought into that proposal that inspired Jane to create such a partnership, and, therefor, you're just lucky. I suppose their are always exceptions to the rules, after all."

"So you fail at being right about my success," GOB pointed out.

Caritas - Monday [Open]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]

Re: The Bar [9/17]