Guidance Counselor's Office, Tuesday

[electrocynic]

Oh, look who'd actually been doing her job! Electroclash, that's who. The emails she'd been sending back and forth with the administration were bearing fruit, finally. After careful consideration (though not on Sarah's part – maybe the moose had done it) of the situations on the island, they'd come to the decision that it'd be best to just start pulling kids at random for counseling. Let's face it, everyone on Fandom was probably a little messed up from all the fucked up things that kept happening. Might as well help people at random.

Though how they'd benefit from talking to Electroclash, well, they'd see.

So, some emails had been sent to random students, and Electroclash was in her office, ready to listen and ofer advice. Possibly terrible, terrible advice. But advice nonetheless!

[ooc: Open! Feel free to mod your character having gotten an email asking them to come see the counselor! The same will be happening in the coming weeks as well, because I figure this is a good way of IC-ly forcing people in that wouldn't come in on their own even though their players would OOCly like it.]

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[electrocynic]

"My office, my rules, kidlet," she rasped easily, leaning back in her chair and picking lint off her sleeve. "Wasn't your video to show. You need to respect other people, and shit like that."

[dollpocalypse]

"But that's stupid," Topher informed her. "What, like I'm not allowed to Google anyone? Ever?"

[electrocynic]

Oh, there came another eye roll!

"There's a difference between Googling someone, and letting everyone else see what you found. How is that not as clear as fucking daylight? The first is what pervs do on their own, the other is tabloid magazines."

[dollpocalypse]

"Hey! I'm not a perv." That was totally the point, Topher, yes. Good job. "And I was only watching it in the common room because I was already there when it occured to me. I didn't, like, invite people to come in. Usually when I'm there it's all freaky quiet."

[electrocynic]

"With those social skills, it's hard to imagine why," Electroclash drawled, because she was not suited for this job. She leaned forward again. "Look, kid, you're going to have to apologize to her."

[dollpocalypse]

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh," Topher whined, leaning back in his chair dramatically. "That's what Victor said too. But shouldn't she apologize too? For, like... making a boring webcast?"

[electrocynic]

"No." And that was final. "People don't need to apologize for being boring, no matter how much you want them to. But if you make them feel like shit then yes, you do need to apologize."

[dollpocalypse]

"Fine, I will," Topher groused. "The world would be better if people had to apologize for being boring, though."

[electrocynic]

"Can't argue with that." Because she was a horrible person. "But that's the way it is."

Not that she followed that guideline herself but whatever, she was being a counselor right now.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher heaved a sigh. "Well, the world's dumb," he decided. Maturely. "Anyway. Do I pass? Can I go?"

[electrocynic]

"Yup." Oh, wait. "But you'll need to report back on your progress."

Or something.

[dollpocalypse]

"Ugh." That was a great attitude, Topher! "You here every week?"

[electrocynic]

"Mmhmm. Tuesdays or Wednesdays. Depends on other obligations."

By which she meant whether she was able to get out of bed in time on any given Tuesday.

[dollpocalypse]

"Then I'll be back here at some point in the future," Topher said, with a sarcastic little salute.

You know. Depending on other obligations.