Office #12, Tuesday

One of the few great things about your home universe going slower than where you were was that once your gobby visitor went back home, it took longer for the effects of the gossip to get back to you than it would have if everything had been going at the same pace.

Which was to say that it wasn't until today that Electroclash got the first inevitably gushy voicemail from Jenny asking for all the details ever about Guy. Was he handsome? Romantic? Nice? Ooooh, had he brought her flowers? And expensive chocolates, and had he told her she was pretty, and –– Well, Jenny could pack a lot of misguided expectations of romance in a single voicemail. Electroclash swore it was her secondary superpower.

Of course, that wasn't the only voicemail she got. There was also one from an SPA drone, reminding her there wasn't much left in her community service. As far as she could tell, it'd end at the same time as the first summer term.

So.

Depending on when anyone dropped by her office, they were either going to find Electroclash looking thoughtful, or annoyed at the fact that she'd been thoughtful for a while. She was a complex woman.

[ooc: Open office!]