Office # 12, Tuesday
Electroclash (yes, in uniform) had just come into the office to collect her belongings, really. God, she'd practically been humming as she came in. Coz, you know, she was getting out of this hellhole and off this stupid island, and was intending to pester her friends into throwing her a birthday/welcome home party on Friday. So, good riddance, Fandom. (Yes, yes, even if the dates here were sort of amusing. Kindly shut up about that.) She'd gathered up her personal shit and then picked up the phone for a last check-in with the SPA. Mostly to gloat, really, about how her sentence here was over and done with.
Except of course how the SPA person on the other end of the line didn't agree. In fact, they were saying she still had time to go. In fact, they were saying some bollocks about how she'd only been here for two months. Some... interdimensional thing. And they were saying that her four months here in Fandom time didn't count.
"Oh what the fuck?!"
Furious, her voice crackled like an electrical current on the last word.
Annnd then her phone died. She slammed it on the table and scowled at her office.
[ooc: Door and post open, lady is pissy, bwahahaha as if I'd let her leave this soon.]
Except of course how the SPA person on the other end of the line didn't agree. In fact, they were saying she still had time to go. In fact, they were saying some bollocks about how she'd only been here for two months. Some... interdimensional thing. And they were saying that her four months here in Fandom time didn't count.
"Oh what the fuck?!"
Furious, her voice crackled like an electrical current on the last word.
Annnd then her phone died. She slammed it on the table and scowled at her office.
[ooc: Door and post open, lady is pissy, bwahahaha as if I'd let her leave this soon.]