Fandom High Hallways, very late Friday

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

... and now, it was time for his year here to come to something more than grades and a worthless Student Council seat.

It was time to remind the island what the name Tyler Durden used to mean -- could still mean.

It was almost midnight when Tyler stepped into the hallways and began delivering "packages" to a few of his favorite teachers -- and a few he didn't know at all.

And he had learned; he had not used paraffin this time.

[OOC: Posting this early for time zones. This is for teachers in the goodbye plot to tag with their offices; if you don't get a chance but want to assume you were attempted-bombed anyhow, I've no objections. Not for interaction. Tyler being in the hall is for broadcast, but what he's doing is not. No penguins were harmed while I spammed your f'lists.]

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[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John had an office that looked like something out of an old Bogart movie. Not that he'd admit it, but John had become very fond of it. The cork bulletin board that took up most of one wall was covered with notes for his Hunting classes as well as random bits of research on various subjects he'd been pursuing for years.

Something happening to all of that research would definitely make John a cranky Winchester.

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler read the clippings, eyes flickering over them. "Freaky," he muttered, before pinning the bomb right to the middle of the board.