Office Hours, Thursday, 4/29

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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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"I watched Machiavelli's theories in action," he admitted with something that approached a smirk, "though I wouldn't say it helped."

But his hand rose and a finger lifted.

"Plato's forms. For I know the Oz in my mind, in the minds of many, and the Oz I traveled through, where so many friends and allies walk and breathe and live, are two very very different things, the latter a battered imitation of the former."

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"Real things never live up to the ideals," Tyler confirmed, with a tiny nod. "That's philosophy, all right. Also life. As far as I'm concerned, you passed the class."

Grading at Fandom was a little haphazard anyhow.

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"Thank you, sir," and he gave a quick nod.

"Can I... help you with anything? Or just leave you get on with business?"

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"I'll take it from here," Tyler said. "You can take a book if you want any, though. They're just gonna rot in storage."

He had a decent collection; philosophy, sciences, history, mixed in with a few of the pulp spy novels he read when office hours got especially long.

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He glanced around the room for a moment before pointing to a copy of The Prince.

"It might be useful, if you don't mind."

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"All yours," Tyler decided. "That's ... not how I'd usually describe that book, so -- definitely yours."

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"One of Professor Atreides's classes said that one of the most important things one can do is know your enemy," he explained as he took the book.

"Thank you for the gift."