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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[atreideslioness]

"Do you even have anything in here worth taking?" Which was Ghanima speak for 'I can't believe you're leaving me with the hellions' as she breezed into his office, coming in to sit on his desk and steal a nice pen. "Or is this some madcap scheme in the vain hopes that your office will be clean, tidy, and freshly painted when the fall semester arrives?"

[intraspective]

The beauty of getting your e-mail routed to your phone meant that while Ino had been out training... she still got to read it all without being anywhere near a computer.

Which meant that training got derailed as she absolutely had to go and find him. And pout.

(And be smug and pleased that she was the only student who'd gotten the e-mail, ha! Especially since he did say he'd be back which was--more--than she normally got when people left.)

So, all of a sudden, there was a blonde ninja standing in the doorway. Pouting. "Seriously?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Professor Durden?" came a voice that the man hadn't heard for, oh, a month or so. It was, to be fair, slightly different than it'd been before: the strange accent that had been only a trace before was now more pronounced, almost swarthy if words could be, and a little less careful.

[if you'd rather not, I can just nix this!]