Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

[electrocynic]

Electroclash was back from London. Straight from London, in fact – because sometimes the way to ensure she actually made it to work at some point was to just skip going home at all so she didn't get distracted by the fact that she didn't actually have to deal with anyone at home if she didn't want to. Because that kind of freedom could be awfully distracting.

Anyway, so, she headed straight up to the school after getting back. And unceremoniously dumped her Jen-given souvenirs onto her desk: a small bag of handmade fudge... and a 3000-piece jigsaw puzzle. Jenny thought it could be fun. Somehow. Something for her to do at the office! Because apparently everyone was obsessed with her not doing her job enough, Jesus fucking Christ. Whatever.

But she was looking the box over now all the same.

[ooc: Open post, open office, I'm done filming things for the week, aw yisss.]

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[captainskullpoopl]

And Deadpool? Deadpool sauntered on into the office with a tape measure in hand to start measuring the wall. You know. Because he was making plans here.

There was also a jaunty whistle accompanying it.

[electrocynic]

"Get the fuck out, Wilson," she told him, barely looking up. Come on, like anyone needed more than a peripheral glance at that suit to know it was him?

[captainskullpoopl]

"Just measuring my office!" Because he'd get it back. For the first time. Oh snap.

[electrocynic]

"It's not your office."

And it was never going to be his office again. For the first time. Whatever.

[captainskullpoopl]

"Oh, isn't it?" He had no problem following an illogical argument here, Sarah. None at all.

[electrocynic]

She glared at him, half-heartedly.

"No."

[captainskullpoopl]

"I have to know how much room I have to work with here," Deadpool replied. "For renovation plans."

Nyan Cat could stay, though.

[electrocynic]

"Didn't ask you to renovate shit," Electroclash drawled, finally setting the jigsaw puzzle box down, at least.

[captainskullpoopl]

"Well, thank god its not for you," Deadpool pointed out. "Why do you have an old lady puzzle?"

[electrocynic]

Sigh.

"Because my friend is a thirty-something old lady." Sorry, Jen. "Now fuck off."

[captainskullpoopl]

"You're sassy," he replied, hopping onto the corner of her desk to sit.

[electrocynic]

And Sarah was just thrilled about that, really. As you could tell by how much less half-hearted the glaring was, this time.

"Get your arse off my desk."

[captainskullpoopl]

"And you say 'arse!'" Deadpool continued heedlessly. "Can you say 'cuppa tea' or 'I'm sick if these motherfucking snakes on my motherfucking plane?'"

[electrocynic]

"... Why the fuck would I say that?"

She had not missed this. Just, for the record.

She leaned back in her chair.

[captainskullpoopl]

She had totally missed this. Don't even.

"Now, since this is text based, I have to ask: did you say 'fuck' or 'fook'?" he asked, resting his chin in his hands like this was girl talk.

[electrocynic]

"I said fuck."

So, 'fook'. In fact, it was even more pronounced this time, because he was annoying. Being annoyed brought out the Midlands in her.

[captainskullpoopl]

So, basically he was never gonna stop annoying her.

"Aw man, I wish you were a villain. Well. More villainous than me. Though, really, I consider myself am antihero."

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Look, I just got back from a week around Don, I don't want another round of unstable antihero."

[captainskullpoopl]

"I have no idea who Don is, but he sounds handsome and charming."

Deadpool, no.

[electrocynic]

"Well," Sarah drawled, "you're half right."

[captainskullpoopl]

"He's a charming troll doll Quasimodo?"

[electrocynic]

"Sure, let's go with that." That was so dry. Like the Sahara. "Why are you still here? I'm not going to fucking counsel you."

Mostly because she barely did that for the kids. But anyway.

[captainskullpoopl]

"You don't want me to share my tragic past as an orphan billionaire who dresses up like a bat to assault the mentally ill?" Deadpool asked sadly.

[electrocynic]

Sarah squinted at him, complete with a head tilt.

"No."

[captainskullpoopl]

"What about the one where I'm the chosen one, liberated from slavery by a creepy ass cult only to turn on them all because boy howdy do I have mommy issues?"

Somewhere, Anakin was not pleased.

[electrocynic]

That sounded like a terrible backstory. Just saying.

Not that Sarah particularly cared. "Do any of these stories end up with you as a student at this school? Because otherwise, I'm not interested." A beat. "Even then, I wouldn't be interested. I just might be contractually obligated to pretend I give a shit."

[captainskullpoopl]

"Yeah, George Lucas," he said, shaking his head. "George Lucas."

No one should trust that man.

"You're a terrible guidance counselor."

[electrocynic]

"And you're here talking bollocks and trying to steal my fucking office," Sarah retorted with another eye roll. "Glad to bring you up to speed."

[captainskullpoopl]

"Ah, ah, ah. My office."

[electrocynic]

She shook her head. "I know you're not all there under the mask, but delusions like this are really something else."

[captainskullpoopl]

"You can't stay in here all the time and I'll get this place back. For the first time." A beat. "I fucking hate alternate timelines. This is some Nate Grey shit here."

[electrocynic]

"This is the guidance counselor's office, it says so on the door."

It possibly didn't - it wasn't as if she paid that close attention.

"And I'm the bloody guidance counselor. So, drop it."

[captainskullpoopl]

"For now," Deadpool said, standing up to back away in an ominous fashion. "Oooo, I sound threatening. I like it."

[electrocynic]

Sure.

"You sound like a twat, Wilson."

[captainskullpoopl]

"Love you too, smooches!" he called back cheerfully. "I feel we're connecting here!"

[electrocynic]

Sarah gave him the finger. Or the doorway. Whatever.

It was the thought that counted.