Anakin's office [early Monday morning, before classes]

[sith_happened]

Anakin, who had been running on the power of coffee for the last week, hadn't stopped watching the Games since the last shipment of bread had been delivered. There had been interviews with the survivors' families: Anakin was looking only to see Katniss's sister and to check that she still had all of her fingers attached.

He rubbed at his eyes blearily as the games began again, steeling himself for another day of devious, horrifying death. They were down to eight. Things were going to get even uglier.

[OOC: Up suuuuper early for the Hunger Games crew. NFB for character death.]

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Re: Leave Taking

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley didn't even hear his name when Karla said it, at least not at first. But the fuzziness came and went, and eventually he was able to bring himself to hear her.

Desperate, he reached out and pressed one hand on top of hers, on his arm.

It helped.

Re: Leave Taking

[glacial_queen]

Karla wanted to draw him into a hug, as much for her comfort as for his, but wasn't sure--well, wasn't sure about anything, really. Tears were threatening again; she tried to blink them away, but they were so thick, so heavy.

"I don't--I wish--wine?"

Look, it was all she really had. And fuzzy and numb sounded like a damn good idea right now.

Re: Leave Taking

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley nodded vigorously. Yes. Wine. Alcohol wasn't something he'd needed to employ much before, but it had had its moments following his firing from the Council and it just might serve a purpose now.

"Wine," he repeated. "Please."

Then --

"There's scotch," he volunteered. "In my room. We could -- ?"

Re: Leave Taking

[glacial_queen]

Karla called in the bottle and gaged how much was left. Not enough. "Let's," she said, pushing herself to her feet. Darkness, she felt so heavy, like every part of her was made of stone.

Except it couldn't be. Stone wouldn't hurt this much.

She'd stop at her room; make sure to grab plenty of water and cash for dinner later. And they would eat, no matter how little either of them wanted to. She'd promised she'd take care of him. Letting him drink himself into a stupor counted--for today anyway--but letting him wake up with a hangover didn't.