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]

"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.