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]

"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."