floating around like an oversized tinkerbell

The office looked normal when Karolina got there today, which felt like a 'for once' kind of situation. She left the office door open - you know, as a welcoming thing! - and went and took a seat behind her desk.

And immediately felt something odd under one of her feet.

She pushed her chair back, and nudged the thing where she could see it.

It was a chew toy. For dogs.

"... Nugget hasn't even been here."

The toy situation was getting ridiculous.

[ooc: Open, of course.]

Karolina was one of the people who'd found last week kinda cute, actually. Every part of it - except the cheery background music, which had gotten old after the first couple of days. Like, really old.

So of course, now that it was gone... Karolina kept finding herself absent-mindedly humming something that sounded suspiciously like it.

As a result, the radio was on kind of loud in the guidance counselor's office today. But the door was open, and the counselor was in! And maybe she could stop humming if she had actual company and not just paperwork.

[ooc: Open, SP warning in my afternoon as I go to the beach omg.]

When Karolina came to her office after yoga, she ended up stopping in the doorway for a moment, and just sort of... squinting suspiciously at the room.

Because it seemed normal.

Too normal, as if it was trying very hard to maintain the illusion that nothing was amiss. Which kind of set her on edge, because now she felt like there maybe was something amiss?

It was going to be a long day.

[ooc: Open! Some SP may occur between plot-writing and how tired I am tonight.]

When Karolina came to the office today, there was a folder on her desk with some papers in it. On the folder, there was a post-it that just said important!! and nothing else. And that was fine! What was less fine was that when she actually took the papers out of the folder to read them, they turned out to be in a language she did not know.

Also in a script she didn't know how to read.

The guidance counselor was in. Save her from trying to understand her work.

[ooc: Why yes, I am getting started on a new translation assignment today. Open!]

Karolina's office was full of bananas.

... Well, okay, fine, not full of them. But even just one bunch would've been kind of a lot for an office, and there were several - basically one on each available surface, so Karolina felt like that more than counted towards 'an office full of bananas'.

Especially once she opened up one of her desk drawers, and found several single bananas stuffed in there.

"Guess I should take these to the cafeteria for lunch time."

The guidance counselor was in. Come grab a banana.

[ooc: Open! Trying my best to brain this week.]

This... was an odd state of being for Karolina, yes. She supposed it was that for everyone, of course, given that it looked like the entire island was now fully black-and-white. But she was also pretty sure that as someone who was regularly all glowy pastels, maybe it was a tiny fraction extra weird for her? But anyway, at least today her brain had adjusted to it enough that she didn't feel constantly on the verge of a headache. And she'd take this over the last couple of weeks of creeping horror, especially the one before last - being trapped under a dome under the ocean had hit her pretty hard, given that all that pastel-y glowing was actually solar-based.

So this week counted as 'normal enough' in her book. So she was in her office, getting things in order for the second summer term and just generally making herself available for chats. She'd also been pleased to catch Sparkle's Pride posters on her way to the school, and she'd taken a couple of his leaflets and brought them with her to work, just in case someone came in who needed the info.

You couldn't really tell, but there was a pretty big Pride flag on the wall of her office today, too. Duh.

[ooc: Open office!]

Karolina had been down to the main school office this morning. That was... somehow never not anything short of an Experience. Karolina's past both as a Fandom student as well as person of alien origin from a world where superpowered individuals cropped up a whole lot had left her pretty accepting of various kinds of weird situations, but there was still something about interacting with a moose in a school office that left her at a loss for words.

And now that she'd made it back to her own office (with some files the moose had provided for her), she was trying to Google variations on 'how to communicate with moose'.

Unsurprisingly, she wasn't really getting anywhere with it.

[ooc: Open!]

From: Karolina Dean < karolina.dean@fandomhigh.edu >
To: < FH Students >
Re: Happy International Women's Day!

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY!

I'm giving out flowers at my office to celebrate the day, so come by and pick one up, whether for yourself or to give to a friend!

Talking to me about anything else is totally optional yet completely welcome.

Wishing you the best,
Karolina,
FH guidance counselor

Yes, Karolina had a bunch of flowers in her office. Mostly roses and carnations, and all of them in either red or blue or gold, because those were apparently the only colors that the woman who'd filled this order last night had available. She was thankful she wasn't allergic to anything like this, because this was really a lot of flowers to be surrounded by.

But they were all very pretty. So if no one came by, she was probably taking a bunch home with her.

[ooc: Open! Some slowness imminent later in the day.]

Was the guidance counselor doing her own homework in the office today? Yes, yes she was. She was taking a class on navigating the currrent job market this term, and this week's task was to create a LinkedIn profile and an online resumé.

The latter was the cause for the occasional, soft 'goddammit's coming from Karolina's office.

She was not very technically minded, and anyway, that site that was supposed to help her was totally working against her, and had probably been designed by a villain. And that was her frustration before even getting to the issues with what she had to fill the resumé with, which was... not a whole lot. 'Freelance superhero, 2012 - present' just didn't sound that professional.

Someone please rescue her.

[ooc: Open office!]

Karolina was in her office today, ready to talk to anyone who might want to discuss a student they were visiting, or just the school in general. She was even prepared to keep it as non-weird possible for those family members and friends who didn't seem like they were fully in the know about the reality of the island.

She also had some cookies on her desk.

Just in case.

[ooc: Open!]