Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday

[electrocynic]

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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[electrocynic]

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

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

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

[electrocynic]

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

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

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

[electrocynic]

"Eh."

Electroclash was the best hero ever, obviously.

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