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sith_happened) wrote2011-05-18 09:56 am
sith_happened) wrote2011-05-18 09:56 am
Anakin's office [from noon onwards]
Anakin had spent the morning over at the Trooper Station interrogating interrogating his new staff: since he'd worked with various clones before (and was uniquely aware of their more...esoteric programming), he'd spent time with each one individually, asking about their duties at the Trooper Station, their thoughts about Fandom, and what happened if he said "Implement Order 66."
Turned out, nothing, but it was worth checking.
He went over to his office at the school around lunchtime, flipped on the link to Katniss's world (a habit he'd gotten into since she'd left), and was getting ready to write down his impressions about yesterday's class when he realized that he wasn't listening to the usual noises from Panem.
He was tuned into the Reaping. District 9, it looked like. Cursing under his breath, Anakin reached into a desk drawer and began leavinghandwavey messages for the list of people Katniss had left for him to talk to.
From his spot behind his desk, he reached out through the Force to close the door. Today's office hours were by invitation only.
[OOC: For those who are watching the Reaping, and NFB.]
Turned out, nothing, but it was worth checking.
He went over to his office at the school around lunchtime, flipped on the link to Katniss's world (a habit he'd gotten into since she'd left), and was getting ready to write down his impressions about yesterday's class when he realized that he wasn't listening to the usual noises from Panem.
He was tuned into the Reaping. District 9, it looked like. Cursing under his breath, Anakin reached into a desk drawer and began leaving
From his spot behind his desk, he reached out through the Force to close the door. Today's office hours were by invitation only.
[OOC: For those who are watching the Reaping, and NFB.]
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"If we had to play nice to whoever's in charge, I'd say horrible," she admitted. "Something like this, I'll be fine. My background is in child abuse and sexual assault. Traumatized kids ... are good at reading cues."
She shuddered, slightly, trying not to put faces on those particular memories.
"Are we sure ..." She trailed off, not even sure how to ask this. "You said it's brutal. Is this an unedited feed? And if so ... should we play censor?"
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"So we wait," she said. "And we ... hope sounds like such a weak word, and I don't think I have it in me to pray any more."
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