|machine give cash|

Looked like things were back to normal-ish on fair Fandom island. Electroclash had supposed that meant she should drag her bum to her office to see if anyone was traumatized enough to seek counseling after whatever it had been that had left the island so sparsely populated.

Actually, half her reason for coming in was to see if someone could actually tell her what had been going on. Because fuck if she knew, her whole week had been tea and booze, like a sensible person's. Speaking of which, she put the electric kettle on before settling into the chair behind her desk.

Tea soothed traumatized people, right? Probably more than Electroclash would. But she was still here and available!

[ooopen.]

Look who was in her office after a long absence! Yes, Electroclash was honouring the first week of classes by actually being in her office for office hours for the first time since... whenever she'd been here last year.

No emails had gone out specifically calling people to come by this week (although there were probably still people who'd gotten one last term and still hadn't come by), but there had been an email alerting the new kids to the presence of a guidance counselor. Because what better help was there for feeling freaked out about Fandom than talking to Electroclash?

Probably many things, actually. But she was still in her office if anyone wanted to do the insane thing because they didn't know better!

[ooc: Open!]