Guidance Counselor's Office, Monday

[electrocynic]

New term!

Same old grumpy counselor in her office. Joy. The still-broken radio was now playing cello covers of Metallica on repeat, because what else? Electroclash was ignoring it – or at least doing her level bes to do so because she was trying to deal with the radio situation in general with dignity – in favour of making a half-hearted attempt at getting on top of paperwork.

Who the fuck were the people in the latest batch of new students, anyway? Maybe she needed to find that out now. The administration had already told her the randomized counseling emails were going to start going out again soon.

Sigh

[ooc: Open! I remembered Apocalyptica exists.]

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[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

With that lovely, uh, 'music' going on there, Washington was a little lost on if this was even the right office.

"I'm looking for the guidance counselor?"

He was going to be so disappointed if this was it. Mostly because he was expecting someone a little more creepy with his experience with counselors.

[electrocynic]

"Well, you found her," Electroclash drawled, looking up from her paperwork.

What, the uniform didn't make it obvious?

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Oddly no.

"Right." He was just going to take in the professional environment for a moment. "I don't even know what else I expected at this school."

[electrocynic]

Just pay no attention to the pencils stuck in the ceiling. Or the Nyan Cat drawing in that one corner over there.

She snorted. "Well you're making a bloody great first impression, yourself."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"There's a cat pooping rainbows in the corner."

That's what happens when you take Deadpool's old office. That and finding random grenades.

[electrocynic]

Electroclash looked unimpressed by this observation.

"Good, your eyesight works."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Wash blinked, almost looking amused for a moment as he couldn't help but think of basically any of the women in Project Freelancer who didn't take shit like that either.

"I'm going to guess an appointment with you was never made."

Because fuck his fucking bosses.

[electrocynic]

At that, Electroclash shrugged and paged through some of the paperwork strewn on her desk in a demonstrative manner. "Who the fuck knows?" she said. Because maybe she hadn't been around for a couple of weeks. Or several. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you a little old to be a student, anyway?"

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"You've figured me out. It's a Twenty-One Jump Street thing."

[electrocynic]

"You're clearly no Johnny Depp," she informed him raspily. "You're not even a Channing Tatum. So are you faculty or ... ?"

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Faculty. Agent Washington," he added.

[electrocynic]

"Agent?"

Keep on judging, Electroclash.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Didn't think I stuttered."

[electrocynic]

She snorted. "We just don't get a whole lot of agents around here."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"I figured that one out myself," Wash replied. "I won't hold it against you."

[electrocynic]

Electroclash rolled her eyes.

"Why are you here?"

There'd been something about a nonexistant appointment, but she'd already forgotten about it.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"I was supposed to have an appointment with a counselor, but since that doesn't seem like it was set up, I'll be going back home to not uselessly talk about my feelings."

[electrocynic]

"Excellent attitude," Electroclash said, slouching back in her chair.

In all honesty, even she wasn't sure if that was sarcastic or not.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"I... honestly don't know if you're being sarcastic or not."

Look, he was just being honest about it.

[electrocynic]

She merely shrugged.

Because she was an ass like that.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Well. Why don't I let you get back to all the work you must be doing."

Now that was definitely sarcastic.

[electrocynic]

"Yes," Electroclash replied, nodding sagely. "Go back to being as emotionally constipated as I'm sure you are."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Wow. Your professional opinion must be worth a lot."

Wash, no.

[electrocynic]

"Worth more than yours, newbie."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Since you just met me, I'll take that with a grain of salt."

[electrocynic]

She shrugged again. "I'm good at reading people," she drawled. "'S why they hired me."

And not because she applied while drunk.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Go ahead then." Read him.

[electrocynic]

She shrugged again, this time lazily. "You pretend to think highly of yourself, but really you're full of shit."

That was almost everyone, in her experience.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

That was very true. It was like saying 'you have a face' to someone. Oh, general anxiety in the general public.

"Uh huh."

[electrocynic]

"And you probably get by mostly by being moderately attractive." And she leaned back in her chair again. "But I'm only obligated to share my wisdom with the students and not random wankers who pass by my office."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Wait, you think I'm moderately attractive?"

When you pretty much lived in your armor, this was an interesting new occurrence.

[electrocynic]

Electroclash – yes, you guessed it – rolled her eyes.

"This the part where you act like you haven't noticed your face to create a false sense of modesty? Boring."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"No, no. I'll take that compliment."

[electrocynic]

"Really wasn't a compliment."

Well, no, it was. Just wrapped in a less than flattering assessment of his personality.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"So, what was it then?" Wash asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Damning with faint praise?"

[electrocynic]

"Mostly just damning," she informed him with raised eyebrows.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"I'll keep that in mind," he replied dryly.

[electrocynic]

There was another eyeroll, and she poked at her assorted paperwork some more.

"Who the fuck was supposed to book you an appointment, anyway?"

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"My employers. But they didn't, so here we are."

It was probably a test. A really annoying test.

[electrocynic]

"Another astute observation."

Sorry, she could only not be a dick for brief moments at a time.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

It was okay, he used to work with Tex. So.

"I can see why they hired you."

[electrocynic]

She offered him a rather biting sort of smirk.

"I know. I'm bloody charming, I am."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Wash replied, taking a step back. "I'll leave you to your delusions."