Tyler's Office, Monday After Class

[tyler_gone]

Call Tyler paranoid -- you wouldn't be wrong, after all -- but he kept the gunpowder supplies locked up in his office. The experiment was risky enough to do, he didn't need any of the geniuses in his class trying to replicate it in their down time.

So after class, he trotted back to his office, pony in tow, and set about putting everything away. He was still trying to decide if he felt like doing Molotov cocktails this class session.

[OOC: For SP, and for he who will soon be a former pony.]