tyler_gone | Office Hours, 11/24

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Office Hours, 11/24

The first thing Tyler did when he got to his office today was to fasten the head of Smoochy to the wall over his desk, like some perverse big-game trophy.

The second thing was to grimace and swallow a palmful of Tylenols. Stretching and hammering things in was not the brightest idea given his cracked rib.

But being able to glance up at ol' Smooch's disembodied purple plushiness as he did his paperwork totally made it worth it.

[OOC; Open office!]

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Dale knocked a couple of times to alert Tyler of his presence. "Mr. Tyler? Dale Cooper of the Fandom Police department," he said genially. "Can I have a moment of your time?"

Oh, this was interesting. Police were rarely good news in Tyler's experience.

Well, best to go through this and see what he needed.

"Tyler's my first name," he cautioned, standing stiffly to gesture the officer in. "But sure. What's up?"

"I'm following up on a report from last week saying that you were abducted by some 'police dudes'," Dale replied. "Since our department wasn't involved I thought it required investigation."

Tyler had to snort at that particular description. "They were military, not police," he said. "I looked like somebody from their world. They're into dissect first, check ID never."

Dale frowned at that. "And I know this is an odd question but I'm assuming this was the US Military?"

Because in Fandom you never could tell.

"Yeah, but not from my world," Tyler said, not finding the question especially odd because you really did need to be very clear about such things. "They were from Tony Stark's world, or close to it."

"The guy who looks like me was involved in some research that went wrong. I didn't get too many details."

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Dale sighed. "I'm well too familiar with the troubles a doppelganger can bring. Would you like to make a formal complaint? I may not be able to engage in formal charges but I can at least put what happened on the record."

Tyler leaned forward on his desk, astonished by the naivete of that statement. "No offense, but I don't see how the Fandom Police are going to take on a general in the U.S. Army. No point in complaining."

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Dale gave a nod in acknowledgement. "I understand that our police deaprtment isn't up to fending off an army, however if that general would happen to show up here again..."

Dale shrugged and grinned. "Well one man is only one man. One man can be arrested or blocked from setting foot on this island. Especially if he harms a citizen who lives here. I understand your point of view, sir but if you change your mind just ask for me down at the station."

"You're the new sheriff, aren't you?" Tyler said, finally remembering where he'd heard Dale's name. "I didn't get the general's name, anyhow. He didn't exactly introduce himself before slapping cuffs on me. But I can file a complaint once I have that."

"That I am," Dale said admitting to his title. "And if you don't mind I may follow up with Mr. Stark to see what he knows. If he does know the general's name, let me know and I can put the wheels in motion for you."

"I think talking to Tony is probably a really good idea," Tyler said, a little grateful. "Is there anything else you needed to know?"

"We can wait until ypu wish to make a statement," Dale replied with a nod. "You've already had a rather bad experience and I'm sure you'd prefer to get back to your routine."

"Wait," Tyler said. "So if I don't make a statement today, I have to rehash it later? Call this my statement and just ask ... you know. Whatever you would ask at the station."

He remembered his manners and added a, "Please."

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"Fair enough," Dale replied and took out his notebook and began to take notes. "Again this took place at Mr. Stark's place of business. Can you give me a ~~handwavy~~ detailed account of what happened when you arrived?"

"Absolutely," Tyler said, then explained what had happened to Dale, from walking into the store to the fight in New York, fudging only the parts where Tony flew around in a shiny metal suit. "We drove home Friday morning for my class."

Dale raised his eyebrows a couple of times during the story but kept silent until Tyler was done. "Sounds like quite an adventure," he commented with a frown. "You're lucky you made it back. I'll take this notes back to me and then have the statement dropped off for your signature later this week. If you have any additional details to ask, please feel free to give me a call."

"It was," Tyler agreed."And thanks, Sheriff Cooper. I'll do that."

For an encounter with the law, that was painless.

Stopping by like he promised, Tony was on his cellphone. "No, it's going to be pink. Yes, market it for women." A beat "I don't care what marketing says, do it."

Hanging up with more force than necessary, he smiled at Tyler. "I think I'd almost like your job at this point."

"Despite the stupid kids?" Tyler inquired, with a smile of his own. "Sub for me sometime, see how you feel then. Though I kind of admire some of their handywork." He nodded slightly at Smoochy's mutilated and disemcostumed head.

[OOC: Getting no notifications, heading home and AFK for a bit in half an hour. SP = love?]

"Well... that's disturbing."

[[SP is always awesome!]]

"I think one of my TAs decided my Halloween costume had to die," Tyler explained, with a slight frown. "She had to have had help, but dunno who."

"I could always give you a few spare bugs," Tony replied dryly.

"Strangely enough, I'm going to turn down that offer," Tyler said, finally remembering why Tony had visited. "Did you get rid of the ones in your place?"

"I've found a few of them," Tony said, sighing and sitting on the corner of Tyler's desk. "I'm trying to track down who they belong to now."

"It wasn't our friend the general?" Tyler asked, spinning his chair a little. "He could have sent somebody up while you were distracted."

"It's short range so it would have to be someone on the island," Tony replied.

Tyler thought about this, but gave up quickly. "I don't know everybody well enough to have a good guess," he admitted. "Could you tell when they were put in?"

Tony shook his head. "No, but I'll be working on tracing them back to the receiver as soon as I can crack into the technology."

He was almost gleeful about it.

"That sounds kind of hot when you say it," Tyler observed flatly.

He might have been teasing.

"No, hot would be me bringing up how I'm going to rewire the bugs to lead me back to whoever they belong to, then figure out the technology and utilize it for myself."

"So you get the profit without doing the development work?" Tyler said. "I dunno. That might be kind of lazy."

He was definitely teasing now.

"Have you ever tried to reverse engineer something?" Tony asked haughtily. "It's not easy, I promise you that."

"I have not, but I'll take your word on that," Tyler said. "COuld you tell how long they'd been there?"

Tony shook his head, glancing away. "If someone was going to blackmail me with what they heard, it would've happened by now."

"Then whoever it is, they just want the information," Tyler summarized, grim. "That's creepier, Tony."

"It's my apartment, Tyler. Believe me, I know."

"I know you know," Tyler told him, eyes skittering to the ceiling like it would have something intelligent to say about all of this. "Offer to stay with me is open anytime."

Tony looked at him out of the corner of his eye for a moment, thinking it over. "And have bugs at your place?" He said lightly. "I'll just have to up my security systems."

A beat.

"Speaking of which, I met the bodyguard."

"The babysitter?" Tyler asked, setting the question of the bugs to the side for now. "What's she like?"

"Attractive. I think she could kick my ass."

"Always a nice quality in a woman," Tyler said. "Which reminds me, we have to get in some training before we go to my world. You up for it?"

"You just want to knock me on my back," Tony replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"... and there's a problem with that?"

"...no, but I'd like to have a drink bought for me first."

"I can do that too," Tyler informed him. "Wednesday?"

"I'll meet you at the gym," Tony replied. "You can buy me a drink after."

"Perfect," Tyler said.

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