Office Hours, Thursday, 4/29

[tyler_gone]

Right, so the chatter online about Project Mayhem 2.0 had intensified instead of dying down. Wednesday night, Tyler had gotten into a three-hour IM war with one of the ringleaders that ended with the numskull proclaiming "We are all Tyler Durden," as if that settled things. But what Tyler had gotten out of the guy before he retreated behind a wall of cliché was not reassuring. They'd finally found somebody who could make paraffin bombs work. The list of targets was a couple screens long.

It was time for Tyler to have a little chat with them. The kind of chat that took place in person.

They sounded disorganized enough that he figured he had a few days -- long enough to make sure Tony was someplace relatively safe and stick around to see the last few people who had started at Fandom with him graduate. For now, though, he sent out an .

From: tyler.durden@fandomhigh.edu
To: [All staff]; ino.yamanaka@fandomhigh.edu; lindsay.boxer@stark.com
Subject:Office Clean-Out Time

Hi.

I'm leaving the island for a while to take care of some personal stuff. Probably I'll be back come July or September, but for now, anything in my office is up for grabs. Stop by today if you want to pick through the goods.

Sorry to be leaving the insanity. See you when I see you.

- Tyler

In Tyler-speak, that meant "I'll miss you all." He settled in to box things up, leaving the office door open.

[OOC: This is probably one of his last posts, at least for the time being. *clings* If you want to stop by and see him and weren't on the email, feel free to handwave other notification.]

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[intraspective]

She grinned impishly at him.

"The biggest boys in my world have the strongest fists," Ino informed him. "But your point stands. If you gotta fight, though, fight awesomely."

Because what was the point of a half-assed fight? Puh-lease.

[tyler_gone]

Something feral flickered through Tyler's eyes. "Like you have never seen."

[intraspective]

"Tell me 'bout it when you get back," she said, after a moment to appreciate his words.

Ino locked her arms behind her back. "I should... probably let you finish packing, yeah?"

If it was up to her, he'd never finish and just wind up having to stay--but Ino knew better than to wish for that. He'd said he'd come back. That was enough to work with for now.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler winced. She was right. "... probably a good idea," he said. "I'll be here a couple more days. My email should work once I'm gone."

He shuffled his feet a bit. "So ... see you when I get back."

[intraspective]

She bit her lip and studied the ground for a few seconds. "Did you want me to e-mail you while you're gone? Tell you what's goin' on in Fandom? I mean--not if you don't want me to, kinda weird 'cause you're a teacher and I'm..."

Not.

"But, you know..."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler shook his head. "Thanks, but I don't want to make you do that. If you want to tell me how you are, or what's up with Zack ... wouldn't complain. But I don't need the invasion 411."

[intraspective]

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, trying a faint smile. "I'll--go now. Otherwise I'll just keep chattering until you throw me out and that'd be rather embarrassing."

A quick smile that almost reached her eyes and she darted out the door.

[tyler_gone]

"Goodbye, Ino."

Once she was gone, Tyler flopped onto the couch and stared into space for a moment. Goodbyes were oddly hard.