electrocynic | Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

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Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

Electroclash was predictably cranky.

The good thing was that the radio had stopped playing Christmas carols.

The bad thing was that it was now playing an endless torrent of barely-appropriate pop and overly syrupy love songs, and she did not much care for either right now.

Fandom High's guidance counselor was in. And slumped in her chair behind her desk, looking grumpy. But in.

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"If this goes on any longer than, like, a week, I've decided I'm running away to... anywhere. Somewhere not here."

Sparkle hadn't really figured that much out, yet.

"Options are hard."

"Spring break's coming up," Electroclash pointed out with a shrug. "You don't think this can follow us there, do you?"

"It didn't follow me and Atton to Nar Shaddaa on Sunday night, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything," Sparkle noted, with that wrinkled-nosed look that suggested that he really wasn't going to put anything past the island right now. "Like, I distinctly remember the trip to Skyrim involving a lot of ladies with dicks, too."

Stay classy, Sparks.

"If it didn't follow you on Sunday, then that does mean something, you idiot." Classy was not a thing that was happening here. "It's proof this is most likely localized."

"Or it can't be bothered to follow two jackasses to another galaxy when it can follow the whole population of the island to a cruise ship instead," Sparkle pointed out, rolling his eyes. "The word 'proof' when you connect it to like anything Fandom related? It's a nice thought, but like this place has ever been so forgiving."

... Poor Fandom. And here she was just trying to make people happy!

He was getting glared at again.

"If you're just here to depress me, you can leave right now. I can do quite enough of that on my own, thanks."

Sparkle smirked just a little. Hey, a little schadenfreude was good for the soul!

"Nah," he replied, shaking his head. "Actually, I came here, like, looking for advice of all things."

You know what wasn't good for the soul? Getting things thrown at you. So there was maybe cause to tread more carefully with the smirking stuff.

She looked like she doubted him. "Really?"

Sparkle gave his shoulders an easy shrug. Okay, so he was generally pretty shitty at taking advice when it had been handed to him in the past.

... A lot.

But still.

"Yeah, really. I mean, I'm graduating in a few months and I'm going to have to, like, accept that real life is going to be a thing one way or another once I'm not being clutched soundly to Fandom's nightmarish bosom anymore, and I have no damn clue what I'm doing or even really what I want to do. So... advice."

"And I somehow look like someone who knows what people should do after school?"

She thought he of all people should know the title was on the door mostly for decoration.

"Suppose I can try."

"This is mostly so I can say I talked to the school counsellor if I end up going back to Toronto and, like, I want to go to like college or something," Sparkle quipped. And then pulled up a seat and straddled it backwards, resting his elbows over the back. "And there aren't many people who actually have their shit together around here anyway."

See? No pressure!

Electroclash rested her elbows against the desk with a sigh.

"But there are some," she pointed out. "We ought to ask them how they do it." A beat. "Then maybe point and laugh at them."

"Seriously," Sparkle muttered. "What the hell are they doing wasting their time around here if they actually have their shit together, anyway?"

Sparkle would kick all of them in the shins, but some of them were biters.

Elctroclash would fry their electronics. It usually took people longer to notice that.

"Could be that that's their major flaw? Settling for this."

"Oh, god, that could be it," Sparkle replied, blinking. "Like, everyone who's ever talked up the island who seems like they know which way is up? Oh, oh shit. Now I feel better about myself."

Marginally! That was a start!

She was going to take credit for that, thank you very much.

"See? They don't really know what they're doing, either. At least we're aware of that shit."

"Score one for team Self-Awareness," Sparkle mused, shaking his head. "Now if I could just figure out where the hell I want to be in like four months, and I'll be all set."

A beat.

"God, I shouldn't have put like a countdown on it. Now it's worse."

"So, retract it," Electroclash shrugged. "They're not going to boot you off the island at the end of the summer, you know. In all likelihood you'll have your shit together enough by then to know where the fuck you're going next, at least, but it's not a hard deadline."

"Yeah, I guess it's not," Sparkle agreed, though he was still giving a thoughtful frown. "I don't want to burn bridges either though, you know? I'm eighteen, like, it shouldn't be a big deal, but back home I'm not yet, and I still have a youth record back there. So I go back, and it's all... parole officers and group homes and that bullshit."

But it was also Lewis. For Lewis, Sparkle would deal with all kinds of crap.

"And then at eighteen, so long as I don't piss off somewhere and I keep in touch with my parole officer and I'm not doing shit I can be tried as an adult for, it's a blank slate."

It was weird how scary 'blank slate' was, as a concept."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

For her, it would have been, so she had to ask.

"Of course it's a good thing," Sparkle replied with a shrug, "but they're not going to want to give me a clean slate if I take off and breach parole and don't go back and stick it out until I'm eighteen the way I'm supposed to. Lewis had to pull a shitload of strings to get me into boarding school out of the country in the first place."

He frowned a little at the radio, because the radio seemed like a productive direction to point his dirty look, if nothing else.

"So if I want that, I kind of do have to leave here, you know? I breach my terms and I'm never going back. That's not the kind of trouble I want to be in again."

"Ah." That made a lot more sense. "Well, it's still a long time to figure shit out," she said, shrugging. "Fandom'll have time to show you about twenty potential futures before you escape its clutches."

"Yeah, I've seen one or two of those already," Sparkle muttered, resting his chin on his arms. "There was this twenty-year high school reunion thing once, and, go me, I was trying to get integrated back into society after serving ten years in prison."

Sparkle was super on board with not living that one out, thanks.

"I didn't say they were going to be ones you should actually work towards," she pointed out. "Figuring out shit you don't want to do is equally important. Would've saved me from some bad choices."

"I don't want to spend ten years in the big house," Sparkle replied, raising an eyebrow. "Like, on the list of life goals I have set out in front of me, 'prison' doesn't even rank."

So, that was a start?

"And it, like, I don't know. Sort of occurred to me that it would suck to leave, like... people. Behind. But group home kids don't exactly go down in history as the world's best-travelled. So... I would be."

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