Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

[electrocynic]

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.

[ooc: Open!]

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[electrocynic]

"There's an entire fucking multiverse," Electroclash agreed. "It doesn't have to go like Fandom's been some tiny visit outside of where you're from, and afterwards you're stuck in your original world. No."

[myownface]

"It's weird," Sparkle decided. "Like, literally having the whole fucking universe out there and then some. I have to stop and recalibrate, because everything until I came here was pointing to me being stuck in Toronto forever. It's just, like, I want to wait until my record's clear. I want to leave that place on good terms, because if the rest of the universe doesn't work out, at least that way there'll still be Toronto."

[electrocynic]

"There's the logic you should keep in mind," Electroclash said, approvingly. Even if in the middle of that she glared sharply at the radio, because Ginuwine, seriously? "Toronto doesn't have to be forever, and everywhere but Toronto doesn't have to be forever. Waiting for your record to clear sucks, maybe, but it's a relatively short time."

[myownface]

"Yeah, I guess. Like a few months. Maybe a year, I don't know. I don't even know what month it is back home right now. Kind of afraid to look." He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. "But what's another year, I guess? It'll give me more time to figure out if I even want to be in Toronto."

He was starting to wonder.

"It can't possibly feel the same being back there after being in this screwed-up place so long."

[electrocynic]

"Nah, Fandom does that to you," Electroclash agreed, leaning back in her chair. "Gets you to take the most bonkers shit as normal. Weird to go out to places that are just... mundane."

And her mundane had capes and supervillains.

[myownface]

The corner of Sparkle's mouth twitched a little. God, he hated that word.

"See, and here I used to think that the hard part was not falling into old habits again, or maybe hiding the whole thing about how I sometimes have girl parts or turn into a tiny unicorn or a little kid from people who would freak out about it. And now I don't even know what to expect. Like... it's just going to feel wrong."

[electrocynic]

Electroclash shrugged.

"That's when you have to be brave, I s'pose."

[myownface]

"I keep getting brave and reckless confused," Sparkle sighed. "But, hey, I just have to hang in there until I can leave, and then, whatever, maybe the distinction between the two won't matter as much."

[electrocynic]

"It'll still matter a bit."

Take it from someone who'd also gotten the two mixed up a lo, but for twice as long.

"Whether you have to give a flying fuck about that is a different thing, of course."

[myownface]

"And whether I decide to even after it becomes obvious that I probably should," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "But it seems kind of... I don't know... doable. Unless I end up behind bars, I've got options. That's... it's neat."

There were better words for it than 'neat.' Probably. But that one was a little less full of feelings overshare than the rest.

"... Thanks. I needed this."

[electrocynic]

Electroclash shrugged. "No problem."

In all honesty, she was always amazed when it looked like she'd done anything at all right when it came to this job. But maybe her small successes were more down to recognizing something familiar in Sparkle, rather than any actual skill on her part.

"Want to take a stab at taking the radio apart before you go?"

[myownface]

"Oh my god with pleasure," Sparkle declared, shooting her a grin just as Nice & Slow started playing on it. "Damn thing has it coming."

Like, a lot.

[electrocynic]

"Agreed," she nodded, leaning back.

Because she despised that thing, and she was sure it would be here and whole again come next week, but destruction could be satisfying even if it was temporary.