A brief message went out by email and via note from the principal's office:

Insufferable teenage brats Students,

The school has been notified that Meg Manning was in a car accident in Neptune. Since she's currently unconscious, she will not be returning to school.

Enjoy the rest of your break.

- Principal Randall

Look, no one had ever put her on the short list for Principal of the Year for a reason.

[OOC: Receive the message or not as works for you; consider the email bounced or the note lost en route if necessary.]

As luck would have it, the Invisi-Portal opened up and dumped Elsa three feet from the ferry landing. By necessity, although she didn't particularly like it, she was already in her human guise, all severe business suit and practical heeled shoes; with one finger, she pushed her glasses up delicately and looked at the landing with a condescending smile she didn't bother to hide. Ferry landings, she opined, were for ordinary mortals, not Mesogog's right hand cyborg.

Would-be right hand, anyway, if not for Zeltrax and his annoying little crush on her.

"Oh," she sing-songed sarcastically as she began to pick her way down Yellow Brick Road. "What a quaint little town. I'm sure I'll just love it here."

Not that she'd say a word -- out loud -- against Mesogog, but sometimes he had a twisted sense of humor. Setting her up with a job to pad out her resume a little bit . . . okay, to give her some kind of work experience at all before he was ready to put his plans for Reefside into motion was one thing, but sending her to a town like this? She couldn't pretend she was too pleased about that. The climate around here wasn't going to do her leather outfits or her mechanical enhancements too many favors.

This didn't make Elsa terribly happy. This wasn't exactly a change from her usual demeanor, but. Well. That'd just be one more thing to take out on the students, wouldn't it?

That was a fun prospect, and the only real reason she was smiling as she picked up her bags -- missing the luxury of Tyrannodrones to do the grunt work -- and headed up toward the school.

[OOC: Just establishy, and yes, I just padded out my writing sample a bit because I have no shame.]