Office Hours, Monday, 12/15

[tyler_gone]

There had been a shiny new packet of colored pencils in Tyler's keyboard tray when he slid it out.

That would have been more exciting if he hadn't been tending to a miniature pony.

A miniature pony with a hangover.

Tyler had a feeling he was going to need to talk to Lindsay about that one. For now, he was alternating between pretending to work and resisting his urge to film the hungover miniature pony.

[OOC: Open office, but weird day IRL. Should be on and off.]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben was taking careful notes. "I think that would work really, really well," he said, smiling. "Thank you."

[tyler_gone]

"Anytime," Tyler said, with a smile of his own. "Let me know what they think of it back home. Oh -- and if there's a little extra time in the scenario, maybe leave a note pinning the bombing on a rival faction to make things even more crazy."

[momslilassassin]

"Oooh," Ben said. "That would be even better! They took the credit for killing a different political leader a few months ago, so it's not outside their realm of expertise."

[tyler_gone]

"Then I think you have a plan," Tyler nodded.

Then he paused. "Which of course you aren't going to put into action, right?" He had the feeling this one was related to Anakin, and he had no desire to get on Anakin's bad side.

[momslilassassin]

"Of course not," Ben lied sunnily. "It's just hypothetical."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler wasn't sure he believed that, but on the other hand the boy was awfully chipper if he was planning on faking a death. He'd covered his ass as much as he felt the need to, anyhow.

"...Good," he said. "Glad I could help."