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Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 09/13 ]

Turtle was a very busy girl today. She came into the store early to make sure she could get all her technical things finished, leaving her with plenty of time to attack the task she'd been looking forward to completing. It was much more efficient to do it at work, too, when she didn't have to worry about Jeff's awful dog drooling on her posters or Jeff accidentally getting jam on them. There was plenty of room to spread out her materials all over the counter to work on between customers and all the supplies she could ever need were just a stone's throw away in Aisle ~~Handwavey~~.

Campaign posters. The crux of any good run for student council.

Well, besides your platform, but what good were the things you stood for if people didn't even know who you were?

Plenty of red, white, and blue, enough glitter to make any true Fandomite proud, and a driven determination. What more could you want in your candidate's campaign poster?

No, seriously, what? Turtle needed to know if she planned on making sure she could stand for it and be your girl for junior representative!

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Thank you, come again!

If you can find her beneath all the art supplies.

Dor wandered into the store. After talking with Turtle in class the other day he figured he should at least check out her store. Luckily the streets knew the way and guided him there without a problem.

"Hi, Turtle," he said with a wave. "Got an art project going?"

"Hi, Dor!" Turtle beamed a greeting at him; it was always a good sign to see one of the new kids stumbling in after she'd talked to him or her. It was just a good sign for her business strategy. "How are you? And, no, not an art project. I haven't got art this year. This is for my Student Council campaign. What do you think?"

She picked up her current poster, blue with red stars and white lettering advertising Turtle's prior experience and hard work and determination.

"Is that what Mr. Petrelli was talking about in class?" Dor asked as he tilted his head and looked at the poster with a somewhat baffled look. "I'm not sure how this whole voting thing is supposed to work."

Turtle nodded, with a faint smile. Like she'd ever pass up the chance to tell anyone about the democratic system! In fact, if Dor didn't quite get it yet, then she'd also be helping him for Mister Petrelli's class, too. "Yup, this is it. I take it they don't have democracy where you're from?"

"No, we have a king," Dor replied hoping he wouldn't have to get into too much detail. "And he's usually selected based on the strength of his magical talent."

"Huh," Turtle said, thinking that she, notably without any magic despite any childhood dreams of being a witch, would hate it there. She'd go insane, not being able to lead just because she couldn't wave her hand and have things happen. She shook her head slightly. "Well," she continued, "here in America, we have what's called a democracy, and what that means is that everyone has a say in how things happen. But there are way too many people in America for that to really work, so they get to pick people to represent them. Student Council works like that: the student body chooses two people in their class to represent them in meetings and to help make things they'd like to happen happen. These things are decided in a student council election, which is coming up. Everyone places their votes for who they'd like and then, whoever has the most votes, they get the spot!"

Turtle beamed, utterly proud of the system. "I," she added, very stately, "am running for a spot for the junior class this year, and I was a member for the sophomore class last year, too! I really, really hope to continue..."

"And as a junior you want my vote," Dor said shrewdly. "Which of course leads to the next question for myself which is what exactly would my vote get me?"

Turtle blinked at Dor for a second. He was a junior? Why hadn't she grilled him about this in class the other day? And then she gave her head a small, subtle shake, followed by a settled gaze on him with a cool, collected lift of her eyebrow. "What does your vote get you?" she repeated his question. "Only the best dang student council representative you could ask for, that's all. And if my word's not enough to convince you, Dor, have a look at my credentials. I'm the youngest prosecutor to serve a courtroom in the state of Wisconsin and win, I have experience serving the student council and the school as a whole as I've donated money to our sports teams, particularly the flag football team, and my management skills have proven to be effective and successful and all you need to do for that is have a look around my store and see how well I can manage my affairs."

"And how does that effect me exactly?" Dor asked seriously. "How would I benefit?"

"You benefit because you have me representing you," Turtle tried again. "A good, honest person who believes in making sure that what you'd like done around this school gets done, assuming that it's a good idea. If it's a bad idea, then everyone else benefits because I'll point out it's a bad idea and they won't have to deal with it."

There was a slight pause.

"It's like, okay, if politics was a magical talent? I'd be king, because my magical talent for politics is the best. And you want to choose a king with the best magical power, right, because you'll benefit in the long run by having a powerful and capable king, right?"

Dor smirked. There were aspects of Turtle that reminded him of Irene.

Not the hair of course.

"Well you've sold me," he said with a grin. "You have my vote. But only if you tell me more about this America place."

After all if he was going to school in Mundania he better learn more about it.

"Yaaaay!" Laughing a little, Turtle applauded, beaming. "Thank you, Dor! I promise you, you won't be disappointed with your vote. And I'd love to tell you about America! What would you like to know?"

"Well... what does it look like?" Dor asked trying to think of questions. "And how big is it exactly?"

"Very big," Turtle said with a nod, and then tried to hold up her hands to help denote a shape, "And it's kind of like..."

"Wait." She held up a finger. "Hold on, I got it."

She quickly hopped out from behind the counter, disappearing down an aisle. She returned a moment with a large book, which she thunked onto the counter as she resumed her position behind it. "Let's see," she muttered, as she opened it up and flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for.

"There it is! Home of the Brave!" She proudly beamed over the atlas picture of the United States of America.

Dor tilted his head at it trying to get an idea of the scale.

"Just how big is-"

And then he paused as he looked at a particular state.

"What's that?!" he shouted poking at Florida.

"I'm a map!" the atlas replied. "Watch that finger buddy."

Turtle couldn't help giggling a little at the atlas' reply. "That's Florida," she explained. "The Sunshine State. That's where everyone goes to retire."

Dor boggled at the state and then the rest of the map and then at Turtle and then back at the state.

"That's Xanth!" he croaked. "That's my world. It's not connected or anything like your world but that it!"

Turtle stared at Dor for a minute, half tempted to reach out and check his forehead for a temperature to see if he was all right. "Noooo," she said, very slowly and carefully. "That's Florida. See? It says so right here."

Her finger traced along the lettering. "Flor-rid-daaaa."

"No!" Dor replied peering closely at the map. "It's Xanth! Or at least it looks almost exactly like it."

He peered even closer. "Except it doesn't those weird lines on it."

"Those are roads dimwit," the map replied. "And it's not Xanth. The broad is right. It's Florida. Has been for centuries."

"I'm not saying there's no Florida," Dor replied. "I'm just saying Xanth is... Well. I don't know. It's just my world and it looks the same."

"Broad!" Turtle sent a scathing glance down at the atlas, and then huffed slightly. She was going to have to make sure she stocked less rude atlases next time!

"Ugh." She shook her head and brought her attention resolutely back to Dor. "So, what you're saying is that Xanth looks like Florida?"

"I guess so," Dor reaching out to take the atlas. "Though there doesn't appear to be any jungles, forests or moutains on it."

"Well, you can't see any of that stuff on a map," Turtle explained, frowning slightly. "Well, not unless it's a super good map."

"Book do you have any pictures of Xanth?" Dor queried. "I'd just like to compare."

"Pal this is America," the Atlas replied. "I'm an American atlas. Not an atlas for some foo-foo made up country."

"I guess not," Dor said glumly as he wondered if King Trent and Humphrey were aware of this Floor-ida.

"Sorry," Dor said to Turtle. "Didn't mean to freak out on you."

"It's okay," Turtle said, with a faint smile. "If you'd really like, I can see what I can do about finding a Xanth atlas for you? We don't currently stock them, but I can look into it?"

"I'm not sure how good that will do," Dor said with a frown. "Xanth geography changes so rapidly a map is a hard thing to keep up to date. It was a silly question to ask."

Oh, day off! I LOOOOOVE YOUUUUUU.

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