Office #12, Wednesday
Electroclash was bored.
This was never, ever a good thing, because a bored Electroclash was an Electroclash that got stupid ideas that landed her in trouble. Or on a small island off the coast of Maryland, which was essentially the same thing. And since she'd already exhausted the entertainment you could get from using her power to play with the electronics in her office, being a bored Electroclash led to wondering whether she should call the SPA and try bully them into giving her the funds to redecorate her office. Maybe get one of those ludicrously big flat screen tellies and some kind of an entertainment system.
Or maybe she should just call them and bully them for no real reason.
Or, maybe she'd just prank call her TA or something. Who knew. For now, she was just slouching behind her desk and looking as unteacherly as (super)humanly possible.
[ooc: Open office hour, yup.]
This was never, ever a good thing, because a bored Electroclash was an Electroclash that got stupid ideas that landed her in trouble. Or on a small island off the coast of Maryland, which was essentially the same thing. And since she'd already exhausted the entertainment you could get from using her power to play with the electronics in her office, being a bored Electroclash led to wondering whether she should call the SPA and try bully them into giving her the funds to redecorate her office. Maybe get one of those ludicrously big flat screen tellies and some kind of an entertainment system.
Or maybe she should just call them and bully them for no real reason.
Or, maybe she'd just prank call her TA or something. Who knew. For now, she was just slouching behind her desk and looking as unteacherly as (super)humanly possible.
[ooc: Open office hour, yup.]