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Office #18, Wednesday Afternoon
After a busy morning of work with junior detectives, investigations and interrogations, "Fred" was on his hands and knees looking for clues under the desk in Mr. Durden's office -- and, jeepers, it wasn't much of an office unless you really liked flowers -- when the bite wore off. He suddenly remembered he was in fact Mr. Durden, sat up, and hit ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Monday, 4/6
Three hot showers, half a bottle of whiskey, an exhausting gym workout, and ten hours of fitful sleep after he had come out of the closet recovered from (un)life as a zombie, Tyler was back to his routine ( Read more... ) -
25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Evening
The zombie had spent an indignant day locked inside a reinforced closet, alternately chowing down on pork brains and trying to chew or claw his way through the door. He was missing the battle, and that would displease his master.
He was still pounding at the door with fists that had long since turned to mush when the curse liftedThe fists became ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Monday, 3/30
Tyler was hunched over his laptop, poking at ThinkGeek.com.
Tony's birthday was in a couple days. What were you supposed to get a billionaire, anyhow?
No, he wasn't going to chat up a supermodel.
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Office Hours, Monday, 3/23
Tyler frowned at the empty Word document in which he was trying to type a lecture for Friday. It turned out even if you only wanted to talk about Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima, World War II was much, much too big to cover in one class ( Read more... ) -
Tyler's room, 13 Griffin Way, Monday Night
For reasons Tyler wasn't going to pretend to understand, Steve had let Tony talk about sex in a classroom full of teenagers, unsupervised.
Actually, it surprised him even more that Tony had tried it. He ordered Chinese food and let Tony have the TV remote in hopes of getting the entire story ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Monday, 3/16
Tyler was grateful, on his way to work, to notice the students were no longer quite so young.
The bruised feelings in his muscle after fight club was familiar, almost comforting, and Tyler gloried in the aches as he settled behind his desk to try to plan that week's lesson. He wondered if Ino would actually come by to apologize, but he guessed not ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Monday, 3/9
It was Monday and a slightly bruised Tyler was in his office, idly mentally replaying the spars from the day before. He still couldn't believe someone actually wrestled a wolf; that was taking the whole man-vs-nature thing a little far for his tastes ( Read more... ) -
Fandom Fight Club, Post II
Hi hi!
Fandom Fight Club, as outlined in this post is a go. Its first meeting is set for this Sunday in Atlas Gym, and handwavey announcements have been made.
( Nuts + Bolts + Rules ) -
Office Hours, Monday, 3/2
Tyler had gratefully shed the Armani for his usual look as soon as he got back to Vegas and was sitting behind his desk, trying not to pick at the bee stings on his arm as he worked on the lesson of the week.
His thoughts kept drifting to, "Nazi bees. Seriously."
The office door was open.
[OOC: Open office, SP warning on.]