Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

[electrocynic]

Electroclash was sneezing a lot today.

She had not been sneezing a lot yesterday. Or even this morning. Or, in fact, any time before she'd come into her office. So, naturally, the only logical explanation was to assume that there was something she was allergic to right here in the office.

Now, other people might have taken this as their cue to leave. Electroclash took it as her cue to turn everything upside down, trying to find whatever the fuck was causing this incredibly annoying reaction, so she could maybe electrocute it or throw it out the window, or perhaps set it on fire. There was no satisfaction in just leaving. Revenge was where it was at.

Sorry, kids, your counselor was a bit busy pulling open all the drawers and getting paperwork strewn all about. But enter if you dare.

[ooc: Open! Only method RP as far as the sneezing goes.]

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[justbeingbay]

"I didn't do anything," Bay announced as she appeared at the door to the office with a print-out of the email inviting her to see the counselor in hand. "And ... are you actually seeing kids now, or is this office clean-up time?"

[electrocynic]

Electroclash sneezed.

That was as good a greeting as any.

"There's something in here I'm allergic to," she informed Bay, barely looking up as she turned one drawer upside down over her desk. Thankfully this one did not have much stuff inside. "Trying to find the fucker. But come on in."

[justbeingbay]

"Allergies suck," Bay sympathized, stepping in and finding a relatively empty chair to sit on. Her eyes slid to the pile of stuff on Electroclash's desk as she did. "I'm Bay. My email said to come see you."

She didn't exactly mind talking to a counselor, but it wasn't anything she'd been planning on either. Mostly, she was curious what somebody called Electroclash would have to say.

[electrocynic]

Many curse words with the occasional bit of insight thrown in, probably. "Yeah, the administration sends those out for random check-ups," she rasped, sifting through some of the stuff before shaking her head and plopping herself back in her chair.

"So, standard question: how high is your level Fandom-induced emotional trauma so far?"

[justbeingbay]

"It's ... fine?" Bay tried. "I mean, the place weirds me the heck out, but since the dungeon it hasn't been trying to kill me too hard. So, hey, points for that."

[electrocynic]

"Fair enough." That dungeon thing had not been anyone's favourite. "And at least you're not throwing post-traumatic stress tantrums at the mere question, so that's good. Not that I was expecting you to. I don't think I ever see the ones that get damaged worst by all the utter shit the island throws out."

Which may have been the best for everyone.

[justbeingbay]

"Well, that's depressing," Bay said, slumping a bit. "I dunno, after all the crap real life throws at most of the kids here, maybe it's kind of a vacation to know that whatever's going on, it'll end. The ones who get all PTSDy about flying jalapenos maybe had it easy at home."

[electrocynic]

"Or they might have had some truly disturbing visits to their local Mexican restaurant."

Yeah, Electroclash looked like the idea was highly amusing.

[justbeingbay]

Bay grinned back. "Or they're vegetarians, and now they're going to be guilty about eating vegetables too."

[electrocynic]

It had now been decided that this kid was maybe okay.

She snorted. "Dunno, I think those buggers deserved it. But I can see how it might upset some people's delicate fucking sense of justice."

[justbeingbay]

Bay shrugged. "My sister used to know this guy who worked at a slaughterhouse and she still won't eat chicken 'cause he grossed her out so bad. But she loves seafood. Figure that one out."

[electrocynic]

Electroclash waved a hand dismissively. "Seafood is revolting. Clearly she's not right in the head."

[justbeingbay]

"Obviously," Bay agreed. "I just don't get it. If you aren't going to eat animals because it makes you sad when they die, how are you not sad when shrimp die?"

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

After talking to Bay yesterday, Theo had finally decided to seek out the school's counselor. Dr. Brockton would be so proud.

He knocked gingerly on the door when he heard the commotion and stood in the doorway, looking a little...uncertain.

[electrocynic]

"It's ––" Mid-sentence sneeze. "Ohforfuck'ssake. It's open!"

Don't mind the paperwork on the floor, Theo. ... And all the other assorted crap she'd strewn all about.

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

"Bless you," Theo said, eyes widening slightly at the cursing. That was...not something he experienced with Dr. Brockton. "Should I come back?"

[electrocynic]

Electroclash was probably not going to measure up favourably to a Dr. anything, to be honest. And she preferred it that way.

"Dunno. Did you do something hilariously idiotic to get sent here, or are you just one of the brats who got an email?"

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

"None of the above," Theo told her, still standing in the doorway. "I was using someone back home and he wanted me to check out this school's counselor."

Dr. Brockton was going to love hearing about Electroclash...if Theo decided to tell him.

"I haven't done anything idiotic in awhile."

[electrocynic]

"Good for you."

That was half sarcastic and half not.

"Well, I probably won't be the same as whatever other counselor you've had before." Wow, really? She finally looked up from inspecting a pile of random crap on her desk. "And don't just stand there like a dolt, come on in."

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Theo said, scooting inside the office and glancing around. He needed to stop comparing everything to Dr. Brockton because she...was not Dr. Brockton at all.

"I'm Theo," he said tentatively, moving to take a seat. "I'm new."

[electrocynic]

"Electroclash," she replied, with a little nod. See, she could be polite! Ish. "Not even remotely new. Are you bonkers yet?"

That was an excellent thing to check first.

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

"What's your definition of bonkers?" Theo asked because it was such a subjective term.

[electrocynic]

Electroclash shrugged, rubbing the side of her nose. "Rocking back and forth in a corner, sobbing? Thinking the entire town is out to get you? Complete inability to trust anyone is actually the person they look like?"

There were so many options.

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't do any of those," Theo said, scratching his cheek thoughtfully. "I barely know anyone in town so I really can't get paranoid about them being out to get me."

And there were far dangerous people that would love to get at him. They were just in another realm.

"So, I guess I'm not bonkers if we go with those definitions."

[electrocynic]

"Think the point of paranoia doesn't hinge on knowing the people in question." Reassuring. "But, good. It'd be far too much fucking pointless paperwork for me if you actually were completely off your bloody rocker."