Office hours [all day]

[sith_happened]

After oh-so handwavily leaving messages for the students he'd been with over the weekend offering to listen if they needed a place to vent (and not leaving one for Max because he didn't really care how Max was doing), Anakin spent much of the morning scrubbing his office down with the dedication of a person who didn't want to be alone with their thoughts. The fact that it was freezing and dark in his office hadn't even occurred to him.

If he kept busy, maybe it wouldn't hurt so severely to realize that his weekly office visitor wouldn't be coming through the door ever again.

The door was open.

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[likes_scoundrels]

Leia had absolutely no idea what was going on other than that her father's fangirl was apparently gone, though she was pretty sure he'd somehow been involved since the radio had mentioned something going on outside his office. She wanted to make sure he was all right, so she braved the cold and the lack of power to head over to his office in hopes he'd be there.

She lingered in the door for a moment, watching him. "Are you all right?" she said.

[sith_happened]

Anakin's answering smile didn't reach his eyes. "I'll be fine."

So...no.

[likes_scoundrels]

"Liar," Leia said. She didn't need to be a trained Jedi to tell that much.

She stepped inside the office and sat down. "What happened?"

[sith_happened]

"Her father," Anakin snarled, showing real anger--the kind that he normally kept carefully under control around Leia. "And I couldn't stop it."

Because this entire thing was clearly Anakin's fault. Really.

[likes_scoundrels]

Leia didn't flinch. "You tried," she said. "You did all you could." She hadn't been there, true, but she knew her father.

[life_inshadow]

Tara had been surprised to get the message, but she stopped in at Anakin's office anyhow. Maybe he'd know -- something. How to feel, what to do, something useful.

"Hi," she said from the doorway, as if she wasn't quite sure how she'd gotten there. "Are you busy?"

[sith_happened]

"Nothing that can't wait," Anakin said, waving her inside. "It's entirely busy work."

[life_inshadow]

"Avoiding idle hands, huh?" Tara asked, almost managing a lightly teasing tone as she took a seat. "I get that. I k-keep ... falling into what ifs, when I'm not busy."

[sith_happened]

Anakin nodded. "How we could have done it differently," he said, "or seen it sooner?"

[life_inshadow]

"Did you know?" Tara asked cautiously. "Karla and I knew th-that Raven was off, and we just -- she kept saying she was okay. We were going to talk to somebody but ... time ran out."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool was not emo beyond the usual existential crisis all people faced upon the realization that they're just characters in a game. For fangirls.

But he'd also just managed to escape a pillow fort and day of watching Dora--which actually wasn't so bad, but that Dora chick kept interrupting every time he tried to answer what his favourite part was. Luckily Nate had been left in his place and they were probably listening to Mozart or some other boring crap. Anyway! His narrative digressed.

"So, why are we pulling a Lady Macbeth?" Deadpool asked, peeking in. Sometimes he did his job and was at the school. Sometimes. "If it involves more Shakespeare crap, I so don't wanna know. Nate left Masterpiece Theater on one night and I had some freaky dreams."

[sith_happened]

Anakin blinked at him for a moment. "No," he finally decided was a safe answer. "Lady Macbeth was way crazier than I am."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Look what you did, Anakin. Deadpool was.just gonna stare at that. Stare so damn much.

[sith_happened]

"...you think I'm crazier than a lady who washed invisible blood from her hands?" Anakin asked. "I only wash real blood from my hands."

And there had been a lot of it, but details!

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well, washing real blood is more a matter of cleanliness, so..."

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa still didn't know most of what had happened. Just that Raven was gone, and that several people had been trying to help her when it happened. Professor Skywalker had been one of them, if radio was accurate.

So she wasn't even sure if he'd be in his office, today, but she was going to poke her head in, anyway.

[sith_happened]

"Come in, Rinoa," Anakin said with a forced, very small smile.

[angelo_wings]

"Hi," she said, lingering in the doorway for a few moments before taking a tentative step in. "Are you okay? I didn't know if ... you'd be here."

[sith_happened]

"It's Tuesday," Anakin replied. "This is where I am on Tuesdays. I wanted to be where students could find me if they needed to."

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa nodded. "I'm ... sorry," she said, hesitantly. "I didn't ... know her very well. I wish I had."

[furnaceface]

Jonothon... was putting himself through a lot of the motions, today. Get out of bed. Dress himself. Go to class. Her memorial was today. He should go to that.

He wasn't quite certain when his walk through the school hallways had led him to the outside of the office that they'd all gone after her from, that they'd all come back to, but here he was, staring in the doorway.

... He had been doing a lot of standing around and staring, lately.

[sith_happened]

"Jono," Anakin said, not bothering with asking stupid questions like "how are you?" "Come in, please."

[furnaceface]

Jonothon glanced at Anakin for a moment, as if he wasn't entirely certain what he was doing here in the first place, or as if maybe he hadn't been expecting anybody to actually say anything to him, or possibly some weird place somewhere in between, and then looked down at the floor. He nodded his head a little, and then stepped into the room.

After a moment of hesitation on the direct other side of the doorframe, he glanced at it, and then looked questioningly back at Anakin, as if looking for permission to close it behind himself.

[sith_happened]

"Of course," Anakin said, nodding.

A horrible thought struck him. "You haven't just been wandering around since that night, have you?"

[furnaceface]

Jono glanced up at Anakin, and then shook his head a little as he closed the door.

//Not... th'whole time, no.//

That was probably wholly reassuring, right?