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Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday
Aug. 15th, 2017 12:46 pmElectroclash was in her office.
Packing.
Not that there was a whole lot to pack. She hadn't really brought too much of any personal shit in here in the first place, over the years. So mostly she was just pointlessly re-arranging some of the old paperwork that whoever her replacement was going to be was probably not even going to look at. At least if they were anything like her.
Her home was about half-packed away. Still needed to ship a ton of her crap back to London, where it'd either get divvied up between her friends or it'd wait for her in storage if this Oa business all went to shit. She wasn't going to be packing heavily for space.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
This was really happening.
[ooc: Open post/office! Likely to be her last open post in the game so come and get her while you caaaaan.]
Packing.
Not that there was a whole lot to pack. She hadn't really brought too much of any personal shit in here in the first place, over the years. So mostly she was just pointlessly re-arranging some of the old paperwork that whoever her replacement was going to be was probably not even going to look at. At least if they were anything like her.
Her home was about half-packed away. Still needed to ship a ton of her crap back to London, where it'd either get divvied up between her friends or it'd wait for her in storage if this Oa business all went to shit. She wasn't going to be packing heavily for space.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
This was really happening.
[ooc: Open post/office! Likely to be her last open post in the game so come and get her while you caaaaan.]
