Room 311, Early Thursday
Tyler scrolled down through his e-mails and sighed.
He'd been getting a couple of messages a week about Fight Club for most of a month. Little, nonsensical blipverts that called him sir and spit his words back at him, as if he didn't know what he had said.
Never mind that a lot of the time, he didn't.
He'd been ignoring them, deleting them, sending increasingly concerned notes to Marla -- who had either gotten sick of them or run off somewhere (and he refused to acknowledge any other possibilities). Either way, she'd quit answering him.
It wasn't so hard, trashing the e-mails. They weren't for him anyhow.
But today there were four messages with links showing Project Mayhem was starting to go into action in Philadelphia. Reno. Eugene. Wichita. Three destructions of corporate art, one attempted murder on a bank CEO, and cryptic messages that showed this was just a start.
Tyler wasn't sure if he wanted to stop the madness, or join in. Get his hands dirty again, either way.
Abruptly, he stood up and started jamming a few changes of clothes into his backpack. He scrawled a note for Alec -- hey, he'd want to know if things were the other way round -- and then set off for the mainland.
Alec -
Heading out for a while. I know, Student Council will be so sorry to see me go. Move my stuff if you need to.
See you for Christmas.
-Tyler
[OOC: So the good news is, I'm pregnant. Yay. Bad news is, that means I'm tired all the time, so I can't play at night most nights, and work is being all worklike and not letting me play. (Blah blah blah understaffed.) Given how limited my play time is and will be for the next several weeks, it's better if I send someone off and try to focus on my two other characters. The psycho should be back sometime next month if all goes well.]
He'd been getting a couple of messages a week about Fight Club for most of a month. Little, nonsensical blipverts that called him sir and spit his words back at him, as if he didn't know what he had said.
Never mind that a lot of the time, he didn't.
He'd been ignoring them, deleting them, sending increasingly concerned notes to Marla -- who had either gotten sick of them or run off somewhere (and he refused to acknowledge any other possibilities). Either way, she'd quit answering him.
It wasn't so hard, trashing the e-mails. They weren't for him anyhow.
But today there were four messages with links showing Project Mayhem was starting to go into action in Philadelphia. Reno. Eugene. Wichita. Three destructions of corporate art, one attempted murder on a bank CEO, and cryptic messages that showed this was just a start.
Tyler wasn't sure if he wanted to stop the madness, or join in. Get his hands dirty again, either way.
Abruptly, he stood up and started jamming a few changes of clothes into his backpack. He scrawled a note for Alec -- hey, he'd want to know if things were the other way round -- and then set off for the mainland.
Alec -
Heading out for a while. I know, Student Council will be so sorry to see me go. Move my stuff if you need to.
See you for Christmas.
-Tyler
[OOC: So the good news is, I'm pregnant. Yay. Bad news is, that means I'm tired all the time, so I can't play at night most nights, and work is being all worklike and not letting me play. (Blah blah blah understaffed.) Given how limited my play time is and will be for the next several weeks, it's better if I send someone off and try to focus on my two other characters. The psycho should be back sometime next month if all goes well.]