Tyler Simms (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} baby_boy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} indarkness_logs,@ 2010-06-13 16:14:00 |
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Characters: Tyler, open
Time/Date: early evening, June 13, 2032
Location: 1st floor of the hotel
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Tyler tries to figure out what's going on
Status: Open, ongoing
He was waiting for the punchline.
So, all right. The guys probably wouldn't do anything like this on purpose, and it was too elaborate for Reid to have thought up - with the note and the line and everything else. Caleb and Pogue wouldn't have supported him anyway. It was a waste of magic, and they were all Ascended. Tyler couldn't even begin to guess at the amount of magic that would have had to go into something like this.
He'd poked around the hotel, poked around outside. After he'd ascertained that the place was more or less stocked and there was no immediate, visible way of escape, he thought he'd call their bluff.
Wandering into the rec room, he plunked himself down in front of the TV and scrolled through the movies on demand before settling on something with lots of car chases and violent explosions.
A smug smile slipped across his lips. He'd wait. Eventually the other Sons would get tired of waiting on him to panic or freak out or whatever else they expected, and they'd undo the very, very elaborate illusion they'd trapped him in.