Anakin's office [from noon onwards]

[sith_happened]

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 leaving handwavey 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.]

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[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

Alex had been at her office when she'd received the message. She'd call it a late lunch break, then. She knocked on the door impatiently, but tried to look outwardly composed.

She was one of the adults, here. She should act like it.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper had been waiting for this, for some sort of word from Katniss's home. That it had finally happened brought a feeling of... well, it couldn't be called relief. Not when she knew what was at stake here. It was more like, she realized, as she and Blind Seer waited for Professor Skywalker to open the door, she finally had a target for her concerns. This business of being anxious over possibilities was not at all wolflike.

[trickydemigod.livejournal.com]

Luke had been in Alexandria hanging out at that temple he probably shouldn't be hanging out at when he got the message. Luckily his powers gave him the chance to get back to the dorms without a ton of walking, which meant he didn't give himself a lot of time to get broody over things.

Which was for the best 'cause really the last thing the world needed was a Anakin/Luke brood-off.

He knocked on the door to the office and tried to force himself to keep a calm, collected attitude about everything.

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

It was her lunch break, anyway, so Gabrielle told herself it was all right to slip away from the library for a while; this was a justifiable reason, in her mind.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, torn between trying to be optimistic and just resigning herself to bad news.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley would have been one of the first to arrive, but LJ mobile decided not to work slipping out of NPC class had been difficult. Regardless, he arrived, worried and harried, not too long after receiving Anakin's message. He knocked rapidly on the door, trying to remember that this was just the reaping and already set in stone, and nothing bad would happen. Probably.

[glacial_queen]

Karla had known that her good mood from Kaeleer couldn't last forever, but she'd been hoping it would last longer than three days. Triela last week. And now she had to watch Katniss get chosen to die, even if the even itself was several weeks away. For a minute, she wondered why she was doing this. Why couldn't she just keep walking and pretend like nothing awful was happening?

The answer came down to what it always did. Pretending to be ignorant of it all didn't make the horrors go away. And Katniss had been--still was--her friend and had asked her to be here. So she could stand witness for those that fell and remember who they were and why they'd died.

For remembrance. As a reminder.

Karla knocked on the door.

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima rapped on the frame lightly as a courtesy She knew perfectly well that Anakin would know it was her before her fingers even hit the wood, but when it came to chaos like this, going through the motions mattered.

[wwiii]

All of this still left a bitter taste in Warren's mouth. It was only just beginning, but he knew how Katniss expected for it to end, and just because she had assured him that it was the only way...

He didn't feel any better about it.

Warren was holding his breath as he knocked at the door.