A bit too insane

Tyler woke up with the most fantastic crick in his back from being dead sleeping in a closet all night, and crept out as stealthily as he could. He rubbed his neck, half expecting his fingers to come away stained with blood, but found no wound. And, given his distinct lack of a craving to bite anybody's throat and his (pale, but present) reflection in the mirror, he had to assume he was still human.

It had to be a case of the Fandom weirds. There was no other explanation for it, let alone his encounter with Tony or his odd urge to apologize to that chick from radio. Right. Fandom got weird, he slept with Tony. It wasn't him, really.

It was break week; did he need to be in his office? He decided he didn't care and went in anyhow. Who knew, he might even be able to make himself useful.

Which, for much of the day, involved Googling his fingers off about human sacrifice cults and vampire lore.

His readings in the latter made him very hopeful that Eliza just had a case of the weirds; it would be hell getting a vampire out of his basement.

[OOC: Open office.]

It was raining glitter in Tyler's office today. Not constantly, just occasional sprinkles of silver and purple that restarted every time he thought they were over.

Tyler decided this counted as a minor annoyance and settled in to work on his lesson plans for the next class, taking occasional breaks to glare at the ceiling and brush glitter out of his hair. It settled on his desk like shiny drifts of dandruff.

The office door was open.

It was strange given the absolute chaos of the weekend, but Tyler felt pretty good as he opened his office even though he was still worried about Tony and Sam. Things seemed quieter in his head since that whole fight that ended in a hug.

He felt ... healthy.

Weird.

Shaking his head, he settled in to work on class plans for the week. He wasn't going to just hand them the Anarchists' Cookbook again, but his other half probably wasn't wrong about cabbage juice being a lame plan.

The office door was open.