Office Hours, Monday, 3/2

[tyler_gone]

Tyler had gratefully shed the Armani for his usual look as soon as he got back to Vegas and was sitting behind his desk, trying not to pick at the bee stings on his arm as he worked on the lesson of the week.

His thoughts kept drifting to, "Nazi bees. Seriously."

The office door was open.

[OOC: Open office, SP warning on.]

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[tyler_gone]

Tyler brought his arms around behind his head, seemingly pensive. She was talking about Fight Club, of course, before it went completely crazy.

"I'm in," he said. "I'm not trained enough to train anyone in anything beyond throwing a punch without breaking a hand, but I'm good at babysitting and motivation."

Considering it, he added, "We could maybe do it at the gym in town, so everybody on the island can join in."

[atreideslioness]

"It would be a nice chance for the students to interact with the adult population outside of classes," Ghanima mused. "And it would give the adults a social option beyond just going to the bar."

[tyler_gone]

"Only in Fandom is beating people up a way to meet girls," Tyler said dryly. "I bet we could rent the gym."

[atreideslioness]

"Matchmaking through violence is a time-honored tradition," Ghanima objected. "Although not exactly the primary intent of this exercise."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler laughed. "So, no Fight Club eHarmony? Break my heart."

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima looked at him blankly. "I have no idea what half of what you just said means," she informed him cheerfully, "but if you wish to call it 'Fight Club', I think that is appropriate."

Ah, the joys of being almost-completely internet-ignorant.

[tyler_gone]

"It's what I've called things like this before," Tyler explained. "I like it' It has panache."

"What do we have to do to make this happen?"