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Office hours [all day]

Anakin opened his office door.

And stared.

Someone had redecorated.

Anakin stomped around the office examining streamers on the ceiling and paint on the wall, then the glitter-bestrewned Farrah Fawcett poster, and finally flounced over to sit in his chair.

With its pink boa.

He waved a hand and started up his little galaxy of stars, then picked up a pen that had been decorated with feathers--all of his pens had been decorated with feathers, what the hell?--and hoped no one visited today.

Though that didn't seem very likely.

[OOC: Door's closed, post is open!]

I Am What I Am - John Barrowman

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"Come in, Isabel," Anakin called.

"You think I'd be used to that by now," she said as she came in the door. Then Isabel stopped and stared. "This is a different look. It's very, um, bright? And glittery?"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Someone had a wonderful time in here, yeah," he said. "I'll fix it later."

"If you find out who did it can you let me know?" Isabel asked, snickering as she looked around. "I can use that energy, granted in a slightly more tasteful manner, decorating for prom."

Anakin smiled vaguely. "I'll point them in your direction," he said. "What can I help you with this week?"

She perched on the edge of the chair, looking sheepish. "There's something I want to learn to do. I'm not sure if I'd be able to do it, but I figure that if I want to learn how, you'd probably be the best person to teach me."

Anakin gave her a small smile. "I'll do what I can," he promised. "What are you trying to learn?"

"Okay, this is going to sound silly, but the first time I kissed Greg, I was able to pick up a series of memories from him, while at the same time, I gave flashed him some memories of my own," Isabel explained, shaking her head because it really did sound silly. "Max and Michael," and wow, thinking about them still made her ache, "had had similar experiences with their girlfriends. I never had it happen to me before Greg. I think because I never had an emotional connection with the person I was kissing before, if that makes sense? Anyone back in Roswell that I dated, that was just for show. To be normal."

Anakin looked a little panicked. "I'm not going to kiss you, Isabel."

"What?" she asked, puzzled for a moment. Then she facepalmed. "Oh my god, NO! Worlds of no!" Face buried, in the hands, Isabel's shoulders shook as she laughed. Finally she looked up, occasionally still giggling. "No, I want to learn to do it without kissing someone. And to be able to control it, so that I can control what a person sees from me while at the same time, not seeing anything they're not willing to give."

Anakin nodded. "Okay, I think I can work with that. It's a matter of mental discipline. Maybe you're not concentrating hard enough on keeping your thoughts and memories to yourself when you're...distracted."

"Maybe," Isabel said, still snickering. "I was able to figure out how to stop it completely pretty quickly. And then I never really tried to figure out how to fine tune it. Most of the time I like keeping my thoughts to myself. At least in that situation."

Anakin's cheeks turned red. "Definitely preferred," he mumbled.

There was a story there that he wasn't about to share. "So this should just be a twist on what you ordinarily do to block your thoughts from streaming out where the rest of us can hear them," he said, all business.

She wondered about the blushing, but wasn't about to ask. "Well, not out to everyone, just to whoever I happen to be kissing. Which really isn't that much of an issue anymore but still. I do want to learn. I've got an idea."

"Yeah, I ran into Greg yesterday," Anakin said. "I'm sorry to hear about that." He put his hands on top of the desk and leaned forward. "What's your idea?"

"It's probably for the best," Isabel said quietly. "I don't want to hurt him again. And if I do what I have to do, there's no way I can't."

"As for the idea, it's not about how to do it. It's just why I want to do it," she explained. "I want to learn how to do this because I want to show someone something.. I'm thinking of it as a gift for them."

Anakin knew that excuse only too well.

He nodded. "Project a thought, you mean?"

"Exactly, the thought, the memory, the feelings that go with it. Is that possible?" she asked hopefully.

"I think so," Anakin said, nodding slowly. "I've never done it," --which wasn't surprising, Anakin made Fort Knox look open and inviting --"but I know of those who have."

"I know it's possible. I mean I've done inadvertantly." Isabel smiled fondly, "I got this pretty clear memory of how Greg felt about his grandmother's cookies. He got me being afraid of the sheriff. I just want to learn how to control it so I can send the right memory." It certainly wouldn't help things if she wound up broadcasting her feelings about everything that happened when Kivar had her.

Anakin's blush was back. "Yeah, sending something laced with emotions can go badly," he said. "Want to try it out? Think of a memory, try to project it at me. Make it something simple."

Simple was difficult. Isabel was pretty certain that any memory of Max or Michael was going to wind up tainted by her sorrow and uncertainty of the where things stood right now. Finally she smiled and remembered yip, yipping as aliens with Dawn as they made Jack laugh.

Anakin laughed as he saw the memory clearly in his mind. "Good," he said. "You've got the projection down pretty well. Now you wanted to be able block what other people were shooting at you, too, right?"

"I'd like to," she nodded. "Especially around here. I wouldn't want to hear anything they weren't willing to give."

"In a school known for its oversharing, that is very considerate of you," Anakin said with a sly smile. "Okay, I'm going to give you a memory of mine. Try to block it."

He close his eyes and remembered their dance at prom, the music that was playing, the dress she was wearing, and they way he was not very good at dancing.

Then he tried to send her the entire memory.

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