Office #18, All Day Monday

[tyler_gone]

After putting the final touches on his first class, Tyler was starting to feel a little low on zen. Somehow, he wasn't quite in the mood to go to the gym and spar. It was time to break his routine.

Which is how he ended up in lotus position on the rug in front of his desk. Breathing. Listening to Enya. Trying to convince himself he was the calm center of the world.

Either he was going to figure out how to meditate, or he'd just fall asleep. And, hey, cures for insomnia were never bad.

[Open door, open office, though I may be on and off. EDIT: The identities of the ladies with the pie are NFB, please.]

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Anemone nodded, raising her own fist and glancing back towards the stairs before looking at Ino and mouthing 'retreat'. It would be easier to run if they weren't both aiming for the stairs at the same time.

She moved away from the door a bit more before pulling her hand back and banging sharply against the wall of his office, then fleeing quickly for their hiding spot.

[intraspective]

Ino darted silently down the hall the moment Anemone had told her to retreat, taking the stairs quickly and hearing her partner-in-pie banging on the wall before fleeing after her.

The stairs then, and they fled into the room they'd checked beforehand to make certain it was secure. Once they were both in, she closed the door and leaned against it.

Now, it was only one more step. She closed her eyes, concentrating.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler was crap at meditating, and the footprints broke through his concentration almost before the knock at his door. Unfolding himself, he rubbed his eyes and turned off the music before going to see who it was.

He found no one but a pie, which he carefully picked up, weighing it in his hands. "Hello?"

[intraspective]

Ino waited a minute, maybe slightly over that, just to make sure he'd have picked up the pie but hopefully not so long that he'd put it down yet.

Then she activated the tag. And grinned.

Ten seconds now.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler still had a general policy against eating anything he hadn't made or seen made, but the pie bore closer investigation.

Which was why he was leaned over it and prodding at it when it went off, spewing mixed berry filling all down his nice white shirt. "Not funny," he hollered into the hallway as he went to clean off.

He'd have to figure out who was behind this.