Office #12, Wednesday
The decidedly sexual sort of restlessness apparently was still not going away. That was just grand. Add to that that Electroclash had just caught up with the radio broadcasts from the last couple of days and heard herself being identified by cape name as leaving Guy's apartment after all electronics had been fried, and she was just having a banner fucking day.
She didn't even know why she'd come in today other than because staying home alone was driving her up the wall. So, she'd put on her costume, she'd come to her office and, God forbid, she was actually trying to get work done by reading some of the stuff the SPA had planned for her for after the break.
"Well this is just utter shit."
It was not making her any happier.
[ooc: Open office hour, with a bitchy twitchy person! You have been warned.]
She didn't even know why she'd come in today other than because staying home alone was driving her up the wall. So, she'd put on her costume, she'd come to her office and, God forbid, she was actually trying to get work done by reading some of the stuff the SPA had planned for her for after the break.
"Well this is just utter shit."
It was not making her any happier.
[ooc: Open office hour, with a bitchy twitchy person! You have been warned.]