Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday

[electrocynic]

Look who was in her office after a long absence! Yes, Electroclash was honouring the first week of classes by actually being in her office for office hours for the first time since... whenever she'd been here last year.

No emails had gone out specifically calling people to come by this week (although there were probably still people who'd gotten one last term and still hadn't come by), but there had been an email alerting the new kids to the presence of a guidance counselor. Because what better help was there for feeling freaked out about Fandom than talking to Electroclash?

Probably many things, actually. But she was still in her office if anyone wanted to do the insane thing because they didn't know better!

[ooc: Open!]

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[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Ready to work on shapin' minds?" Hello to you too, Guy.

[electrocynic]

"Always," she drawled. "Or taunt them about their spotty teen problems. One or the other."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Such a caring guidance counselor."

[electrocynic]

"Hey! I've done okay." Not really. "For a counselor no one visits. Kidlets like stewing in their problems, apparently."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they're all sane." Ahahahaha, oh you.

[electrocynic]

Sarah snorted.

"Yeah, and I'm the Queen Mum."

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

"Your majesty," Guy said, giving a bow. Because he was a dick like that.

[electrocynic]

Hey, she'd expected a jab either about her being really old, or dead. So, that wasn't half bad, and she was just going to smirk at him.

"Whatcha want, loyal subject?"

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

She didn't even know the Counselor and Emily already had something of a deep hatred brewing inside of her. Nothing personal, Electroclash.

But she still better made sure she knew who she might or might not end up dealing with in the future.

Have a totally relaxed, smiley blonde knowing on your door as she leaned inside.

[electrocynic]

"You're smiling," Electroclash rasped, glancing up at the door. "Are you looking or the guidance counselor? The smiley ones usually aren't."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"I'm just checking in to make your acquaintance." The smile was still there. "I believe that if I ever need of your help in the future I should have already introduced myself, and learned about you."

Even Emily hated herself from saying that.

[electrocynic]

And Electroclash was just going to raise an eyebrow. "Learn about me?" she questioned. "What the fuck is there to learn about me?"

Well, the fact that she had no problem with swearing at students, for one.

And that she was quite obviously British. That, too.

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Wow, this one was at least entertaining. Not like the crap for doctors she was used to talk to.

"How can we talk if we don't know each other? It's a matter of trust, right? Let me start. My name is Emily Thorne. See? Easy."

[electrocynic]

"Electroclash," Electroclash said, looking like she was trying to decide whether this girl would be amusing or not. Because clearly that was part of her job. Clearly. "Is that trust enough for ya?"

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"That's not even your real name. It's a bit of a mouthful to repeat over and over though." Emily could be amusing if she wanted. That was yet to be deemed necessary.

But she was going to walk in and sit, feeling all too familiar with the scene to manage a normal reaction. "So, you've been the counselor for long?" At least she wasn't taking notes.

[electrocynic]

Electroclash gave a quiet snort to that. "It's as real a name as Emily Thorne, kidlet." Oooh, irony. "And it's the only one I need professionally."

And since she was in full costume, it was the only one she'd be using.

"Been a conselor for, what? 'Bout six months, now. Was a teacher for a while before then."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

God, did that make Emily roll her eyes. She knew Electroclash hadn't meant it to sound like that, but she really didn't need to start her stay in Fandom having to deal with that out of all things. "It's my name, not something to keep my real identity safe or something." She was very good at lying, alright. That and she had repeated the same line to herself a million times in front of the mirror for the last two years or so.

"You taught here too? It seems like an interesting change of pace. I just got here, by the way."

[electrocynic]

Electroclash raised an eyebrow a bit at that first statement, but let it go. "So I gathered," she said to the second one. "Are you expecting the need for counseling, or just trying to be a good little student in the eyes of the faculty?"

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

What she could totally say stuff like that to someone in costume. She could! Not that she would ever do so again.

The question though, made her smile as she crossed a leg over the other. " Perhaps a bit of column A and a bit of column B. God knows this place has enough weird stuff and I would like to know I can be freaked out and speak my mind to somebody at least marginally willing to listen and perhaps join in the rant."

Because let's be real, Emily wasn't expecting any real counseling here.

[electrocynic]

Well, having learned that, she was at least ahead of a whole bunch of other students. Though really, you didn't have to do much other than meet Electroclash to figure that out.

She gave an easy shrug. "That's sort of in the job description. Most of you brats seem to prefer doing it on your own, but I still sit around here every week with my door open."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

"I like dealing with things on my own, but I'm not beyond asking for help." Although it usually involved pacts with mysterious ninja cults and/or manipulating someone to adore you like crazy and exchange names for the name of revenge.

She could pretend to ask for help while in Fandom, though. "I might take your offer in the future then. Certainly hoping I don't though." It was as honest as she was going to be with Electroclash.

[electrocynic]

Electroclash shrugged her shoulders again. "I'll be here. All eager to help, and shit."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Emily clapped once as she stood, all fake smiles and cheerfulness. "Great! Then I'll be leaving you now. Don't want to bore you with more formalities and stuff. See you later then, Electroclash." And she headed to the door. Well, that had been interesting.