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tyler_goneRight, so Tyler had spent the last two weeks of his life (since he got his life back) sabotaging a Project Mayhem plan to blow up a bridge. He'd pulled it off, but barely, and not in the prettiest of ways.
He really, really was not in the mood to deal with asshole security guards just so he could see his ... whatever-Tony-was-these-days.
Sadly, his mood didn't matter. He had to pitch a fit to end all fits at the front desk until somebody called Pepper. She'd sounded pinched on the phone, like she thought she was done with this particular headache and good riddance, but had given the guards permission to escort Mr. Durden into the inner sanctum.
He thanked them as elegantly as a guy with a busted nose could manage, then called into the depths of the lab. he thought there was motion back there. "Tony?" he said, as if it hadn't been three months. "It's me."
[OOC: For that guy.]
He really, really was not in the mood to deal with asshole security guards just so he could see his ... whatever-Tony-was-these-days.
Sadly, his mood didn't matter. He had to pitch a fit to end all fits at the front desk until somebody called Pepper. She'd sounded pinched on the phone, like she thought she was done with this particular headache and good riddance, but had given the guards permission to escort Mr. Durden into the inner sanctum.
He thanked them as elegantly as a guy with a busted nose could manage, then called into the depths of the lab. he thought there was motion back there. "Tony?" he said, as if it hadn't been three months. "It's me."
[OOC: For that guy.]
