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Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday

Looked like things were back to normal-ish on fair Fandom island. Electroclash had supposed that meant she should drag her bum to her office to see if anyone was traumatized enough to seek counseling after whatever it had been that had left the island so sparsely populated.

Actually, half her reason for coming in was to see if someone could actually tell her what had been going on. Because fuck if she knew, her whole week had been tea and booze, like a sensible person's. Speaking of which, she put the electric kettle on before settling into the chair behind her desk.

Tea soothed traumatized people, right? Probably more than Electroclash would. But she was still here and available!

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Emily was going to visit her, of course. "So, trauma," the girl said as she strolled into the office. Besides the lack of sleep, Emily looked pretty damn okay. She had to be good at pretending after all.

"Were you abducted too?"

"Nah," Electroclash replied, as you did when you were serious about things. Look at her slouching in her chair all seriously and stuff. "Is that what happened?"

"Uh, yeah? Doesn't anybody here write reports or something? I mean, there were lots of adults around," Emily said as she frowned a little. Useless adults, seriously. "So I take it you don't know the details yet?"

Oh, there were probably reports. But there was very little hope of Electroclash reading something like that.

"Nope," she said, shrugging. "Was it bad?"

That, at least, was somewhat sincere.

"It was a lot more than bad," Emily said as she leaned forward. "I don't know how many people got there, but basically everyone was in their pajamas, or less. It was some sort of dungeon thing with corridors and doors that took to what I'm going to assume were other worlds." Which she had later learned that had to do with things that had happened in the past.

Electroclash raised her eyebrows a bit.

"Does sound pretty nasty." Way to understate it, Sarah. "I take it no one managed to die this time around either, though?"

"A lot of people died, actually," Emily said with a nonchalant shrug. "But we then realized they were all being held in some stasis pods in the...how to put it...the Final Room? The Big Boss Room? Although there was no big boss, just a big black sphere with a teacher strapped to it."

Emily sighed. The things she was getting used to say.

Fandom: come for the education, stay to find yourself talking like a crazy person.

"A teacher? Which one?"

"Professor Skywalker," Emily said. She didn't know the guy, but apparently he was really powerful or something.

"Huh." She shrugged. "Well, he always did look a bit dodgy."

"Guy wasn't all that pleased of the situation, though," Emily pointed out, not wanting to let Electroclash think anything she hadn't explicitly say. "But we managed to talk sense into him and save the day." And then it hit her. "Hey, I actually saved the day, kinda."

It wasn't what she had came to do in the island, but it wasn't also half bad.

"Congrats, kid." Again, that was actually half sincere, which was better than nothing. "Sounds like the usual Fandom deal, then. Nice that that was sorted, and now it's back to same old, same old."

Also known as waiting for the next disaster to strike.

Emily knew all about half sincere, and she didn't mind it. "I still can't understand how people just go back to their usual lives. I mean, that's some serious repression right there," Emily said, basically describing herself as well.

"Well, you get used to it." That was the best she could offer, really. You got used to it. "Or, you move away. That's the other option, 's far as I can see."

Maddie had been putting this off for weeks, but she thought someone at her old school just wanted the administration to watch her and her potential supervillainy. Today though she figured she should probably bite the bullet and come down already.

"Hi," she said. "I got an email a couple weeks back to come down here...?"

Electroclash looked up from her highly important task of... trying to choose a tea bag. Shush, Jenny had bought her a selection.

"Come on in," she said, waving the girl in. "Probably one of the check-up emails the administration sends out."

"I guess. Does everyone get those?" Maddie asked, coming in and being just a little hopeful that meant she didn't actually have people watching everything she did.

"I don't know, they have a system." They could have been watching her... but probably not. Electroclash gestured at a seat for her to take. "Unless of course you think there's a reason you might've gotten one."

Maddie took a seat and said evasively, "Well, I haven't done anything wrong."

Since she'd been here, anyway. Which was shocking, by the way.

Electroclash shrugged. "Well, then it's just random." She liked taking people's word for it. Less work for her than trying to verify it from files or something. "So... Anything in particular you'd like to talk about now that you're here? You're a teenager, you lot've always got something on your chest."

And Maddie officially loved this place.

"Um. I don't know," she said. "I mean, I got kidnapped and everything."

"You mean the thing this past week, or some incident?"

She was a superhero, and therefore had a slightly peculiar take on things, yes.

"Yeah," she said, tilting her head. "Do you have a lot of kidnappings here or something?"

Electroclash waved a hand dismissively. "Not so much here, but it happens a fair bit back home. Usually with some pretty fucking tragically inept supervillains behind it."

And now Maddie felt totally comfortable. "You too? I mean, they're not always inept, but like, I just went through this sort of thing back home. And wham, then last week happened. That's not even fair."

Hey, someone who actually got this, would you look at that? Electroclash leaned forward a bit. She held up a finger.

"Rule number one of Fandom –- no, actually of being a cape. That, too. Rule number one for both those things: it's never ever fucking fair. Usually it's annoying, and sometimes it's life threatening. Never fair, but you learn to live around it."

"I kind of left home so I wouldn't have to live around it," Maddie admitted. "But we didn't even get the bad guy this time. I don't even know who it was."

Electroclash leaned back again, and shrugged. "Happens. Got to learn to live around that, too."

"But it sucks," she said. "When you don't get them, it just means they can do it again."

"And if you do get them," Electroclash retorted, "does that mean there won't be others?"

"No, but it's still one less person hurting people," Maddie reasoned.

"Eh."

Electroclash was the best hero ever, obviously.

"There's always more where they came from. I wouldn't get too mathematical about it."

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