Tyler Durden (
tyler_gone) wrote2009-01-05 08:21 am
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Office #18, All Day Monday
A new semester and new class meant Tyler should probably actually go to his office and do work, especially since he still needed to brush up on his own history before he could inflict his knowledge on anyone else.
Mostly, this meant he was paging through A People's History of the United States and counting how many ways people who didn't look like him had gotten screwed over. The answer seemed to be "a lot."
The office door was open.
Mostly, this meant he was paging through A People's History of the United States and counting how many ways people who didn't look like him had gotten screwed over. The answer seemed to be "a lot."
The office door was open.
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The name 'World War' had him somewhat disconcerted. The fact that there was a number stuck to the end of it bothered him even more. "Sounds big. Sounds like a class."
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[OOC: NIGHT.]
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... It took him a moment to attempt to piece together the possible meanings of the word.
"A war fought from the sky?"
There had been attempts to get man into the air since well before Algren's time, but sustained flight was, alas, still but a dream. The notion of fighting a battle as a bird might very nearly appealed to him. Nearly.
He trusted a horse far more, he decided.
[OOC: Night!]
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He sighed, and then nodded. "Definitely a class on its own, then. I'm almost hesitant to ask what came next."
Almost.
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Hangovers could be killer like that.
"Obviously they pulled out of it, since."
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"Wartime spending," Tyler added dryly, "is very good for the economy."
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Tony had mentioned that one, yesterday. Over drinks. Nathan still hadn't quite managed to get his head around it, yet.
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"It would seem that the more I learn about this day and age, the less novel it is to find myself here." He nodded toward the book and then held out his hand.
He could handle gruesome.
"What next?"
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"President gets shot thrilling conspiracy theorists everywhere, civil rights movement, which means black people get treated almost like they're human. Lots of big things, not sure which one to pick for a class." He considered this thoughtfully for a moment.
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He wasn't exactly in a position to weed out what was the most important event when they were playing a rousing round of 'catchup in thirty-minutes,' really.
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And then some.
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"But the new guy seems like he might be a right choice. Was in my world, anyhow, but my world's a little off from this one. If he hasn't screwed the pooch by April that might be my last class."
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The pictures in the book were fascinating. And appalling. And fascinating.
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and zomg I am not writing that class." Tyler took a deeper breath; he'd been talking a lot."But a civil war vet might appreciate why the new guy's a big deal, however he does." He edged a magazine toward Nathan. "We're past due for hope."
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Living men sometimes had a way of being far more captivating than decimated bodies.
"... Really?"
The book on history was all but forgotten now, and the magazine was in his hands as he read the cover story. And then opened it. And read the article. He wouldn't be long, really. This was just...
He smiled, then. And nodded as he put the magazine down again.
And maybe, for a moment, he even let himself look a little proud.
"I hope, then, that this is a class we'll get to keep on the syllabus."