A bit too insane

So Tyler started his office hours in his normal way: Door open in case anybody was trying to find him, coffeemaker on, Motion City Soundtrack playing loudly to help him think as he toggled between different websites about the ontological argument.

It quit being a normal day in the office about midmorning, when a creature padded in, pulled itself up onto a comfortable chair, and stared at Tyler.

"Hi," he said.

The creature stared.

"Tony?" he tried.

The creature stared.

"If you're a person, tell me."

The creature chittered, hopped off the chair, and waddled out.

Fucking adorable. Fucking weird. Tyler was going to go back to work.

[OOC: Open office hours!]

Posters had handwavilyshhhh! gone up in a variety of locations all over the island this week, and now it was Sunday evening, with Ghanima and Tyler waiting in the gym.

"Welcome back to our returning members, and hello to those of you that are new," Ghanima began crisply. "I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, he's Tyler Durden. You should have seen the rules on the door when you came in, and if you don't agree with them, you may turn around and leave now."

Tyler nodded, and folded his arms in a way that suggested he would do the ejecting personally if dissidents didn't go on their own.

... it had seriously been too long since his last fight.

"You've been doing introductions for a week. You're probably sick of it, I know I'm sick of it, let's fight. If there's anything weird about you -- you turn into Jello when somebody punches you, you can't be bruised, you can only fight wearing a cape, whatever -- tell one of us before you go and get hurt or hurt somebody else. For now" -- he gestured into the group -- "you two, you two, you two, and, Ghani, I thinkwe should have matches today. I say you fight the mayor."

"If we're doing exhibition fights, then Miss Walters, please indulge me by showing Tyler how much you've improved," Ghanima said sweetly. "And you and you, as well. Everyone else, grab someone you haven't fought before. Make a new friend, and then hit them."

[OOC: OCD up. We are living dangerously and leaving this in the wrong place. Edit: Also, I worded it badly, but yes, you can sign up or drop anytime.]

After listening to the radio for the last two days, Tyler was extra grateful to have had a quiet, boring week.

He was celebrating by having his Hostess cupcakes before the rest of his lunch.

Occasionally, his celebrations were small and odd.

The office door was open as he worked to finalize his plans for a final exam.

Somewhere along the line Saturday, Tyler took a break from mocking the turkey and shopping with Tony to send an email.

To: Fight Club [List]
From: Tyler.durden@fandomhigh.edu
Subject: Club Canceled Tomorrow

Hi.

Professor Atreides and I are both out of town, so no club this week. We'll be back on the fifth.

Don't go soft,

Tyler

[OOC: Sorry! It just feels like time for a break. Of course, if you still want to go to the gym to spar, we can't stop you.]

Tyler's office hours today could be divided into three parts.

There was the morning, when he actually did his work and only occasionally glanced over at the Tony-pony napping on his office couch. (He'd told the pony that his hooves would ruin the upholstery. Tony's glare in response somehow managed to communicate he'd pay for it. Also that Tyler was ridiculous and very, very feminine for saying the word "upholstery.")

Then there was the really fun part when he tried to brush the pony and wrangle him out of the office to meet Steve. He got bitten on his thumb. Pony teeth hurt.

Then, in late afternoon, there was the odd feeling of not having a pony in his office anymore ... and sort of missing him.

[Open door, open office.]

Tyler totally did not forget to post this after promising like seven times he'd do it, rly was a little late to his office today. He was lugging a second rhino head to mount, and there'd been a trip to the gym, and ... stuff happened. Like it does.

Anyhow, the flowers were already there when he got to work.

Some people might be annoyed by the card and by the fact they were almost a week late.

Tyler was not one of those people. If anything, Tyler was ... possibly even touched.

His office door was open and he was humming, almost jauntily.

Tyler was in his office crazy early this morning. He's gotten bored with infomercials and Barney & Friends and decided he may as well do something productive with his day.

So here he was. Doing something productive. Wasn't like that Farmville raspberry crop was going to plant itself.

It was Homecoming; he was hoping to catch up with a couple people if they swung through town.

[OOC: Open office. My daughter is allergic to sleep.]

Hi!

Could people who will be at Fight Club this Sunday (and not on their way to the land of dirty dancing and watermelon carrying) and want to fight please comment to this post so we can rig up an RNG (or decide to ditch the RNG altogether)? We are far, far too lazy to cross-reference the Fight Club roster against the trip roster.

Thank you! Comments are screened, questions will be unscreened. Your regular FC will return on the 18th.

Tyler was in his office, and more than a little curious about what this year's crop of parents might be like.

He'd fill the time until anybody showed up by trying to read the xkcd archives.