Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

[electrocynic]

Electroclash had missed all that reunion business in favour of a trip back home to London, and maybe it was for the best. The future was uncertain when you were a superhero. Even if you were one so committed to heroing as little as possible.

So, having dodged that bullett, she was in an okay mood as she restocked the mini fridge in her office with (non-alcoholic, sigh) beverages, and stuffed those small Walkers crisp bags into a drawer.

Except for the one that she tore open as she flopped into the seat behind her desk. Mmm, crisps. They made work better.

[ooc: open!]