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Jigsaw puzzles were so fucking boring.

So why was Electroclash still working on the one she had spread out over the desk in her office? Some weird masochistic sense of 'well it's not like I have anything else to be doing', probably. Besides, she'd made some progress over the last month. One corner of the puzzle filled up an' all. Even if it was still boring as shit.

Sure, there was a pile of untouched paperwork off to one side but please, she wasn't that desperate for entertainment.

[ooc: Open door/post. Come get your guidance on.]

And here we were again.

Electroclash, bored out of her wits, in her office.

But there was one small perk compared to many, many other times this same situation had happened: there was no annoying radio! Granted, there wasn't any radio, but the lack of a possessed radio spewing God knows what drivel at an uncomfortable volume was a definite plus.

Not that it made Electroclash look any less surly, but, you know. Still nice.

[ooc: Open.]

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.]

Electroclash was predictably cranky.

The good thing was that the radio had stopped playing Christmas carols.

The bad thing was that it was now playing an endless torrent of barely-appropriate pop and overly syrupy love songs, and she did not much care for either right now.

Fandom High's guidance counselor was in. And slumped in her chair behind her desk, looking grumpy. But in.

[ooc: Open!]

There was a gingerbread house on Electroclash's desk. It had been there since she'd come in this morning when she'd come in to work. Just... sitting there. All surprising and gingerbread-like.

So Electroclash's main work task today was side-eyeing the hell out of said gingerbread house. Mostly because she didn't feel like doing any actual bloody work. But also because she thought it looked shifty.

Of course, the longer the day dragged on, the more she was starting to wonder if she should tempt fate and break off pieces of it to eat.

[ooc: Open!]

Sarah had not meant to come into the office today. Jenny, ever worried that she wasn't interacting with people enough out here (as she bloody liked it), had signed her up for some random tour of Washington DC. And honest, she hadn't gotten separated from the group on purpose, or anything. It was just that some little old tourist lady from Florida or Arkansas or one of those other places Electroclash had no idea about had nagged at her to make sure the rest of the group didn't leave her behind while she went to use the ladies'.

And Sarah had no clue when or how the old cow had escaped the restroom without her noticing but yeah. She'd gotten left behind. And then she'd shrugged and come back to Fandom. Might as well hold her office hour. If the past was any indication, it would be pleasantly quiet and uninterrupted.

[ooc: Open post/office!]

Good day, Fandom High! It was a lovely Thursday morning, and your guidance counselor was present and ready to be of help.

"How the fuck is it not here yet?"

Or maybe yelling at an Amazon order tracking page on her computer screen.

"It has been 'out for delivery' for four bloody days!"

Yeah, definitely yelling at an Amazon order tracking page on her computer screen. But maybe she'd be more helpful if someone interrupted her and distracted her? See, she already slumped back in her chair and grumbled to herself at much lower volume. It'd be fine.

[ooc: Open! And method RP.]