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[sith_happened]

"Skywalker" really must mean "candy" in gremlin. Anakin had barely gotten his door open before one of the little bastards adorable creatures leaped at him and bit him on the knee.

Five minutes later, Anakin was sitting behind his desk with his hair teased up, wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a shirt cut low to expose, well, chest hair, since he didn't have assets to share.

He was examining his stapler with a terribly confused look on his face. "Chicken of the Sea?" he said in a really bad Southern-ish accent. "Is it chicken or fish?"

The door was wiiiiiide open.

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[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan, with a Wokling on her hip, knocked on the open door. She had a question about the Woklings, but whatever that question was completely left her mind when she saw what Professor Skywalker was wearing. Or rather, not wearing.

[sith_happened]

"Hey there, sweetie," Jessica cooed. "You don't happen t' have a can opener, do you?"

To open his stapler.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Sweetie. Her very scary Ethics professor just called her Sweetie. And asked her for a can opener.

Oh my.

"No, can't say that I do. They probably have one in the cafeteria though. What are you trying to open?"

She didn't see any cans.

[sith_happened]

"My Chicken of the Sea," she said, holding up the, well, stapler. "Do you know if it's chicken or fish?"

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Oh, Joan wished she had a tape recorder. Wait, her phone would record brief audio and video. She shifted her Wokling to the other hip and dug her phone out.

"I... am not sure, let me see if I can find the answer on this."

Right, she was trying to figure out how to record. And maybe snap a few stealthy pictures. Because OMG.

[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

"I thought I heard your typical confusion from next door," Nick said, hanging in the doorway. So he had dreadlocks and leather pants on. Details.

[sith_happened]

Omigod, Nick. Jessica adjusted her shirt. Not that she wanted him to notice her awesome, awesome boobs. God. She was soooo over him.

"I'm not confused," she retorted, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm just...curious."

Uh huh.

[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

Like he wasn't already checking out her rack. Damn, she still looked good.

"Sure baby," he snorted. "Like you were curious about mom jeans."

[sith_happened]

"The camera adds at least ten pounds. God, Nick. And that belt was awesome."

[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

"That belt was a three thousand dollar travesty," Nick shuddered.

[tyler_gone]

Fred leaned into the doorway, still looking for more people to interrogate about the break-in. "Sir? Are you having some problems with that?" he asked, nodding to the stapler.

It always helped to be useful before you started interrogating.

[sith_happened]

"Sir? Sir?" Jessica shrieked. "Do these," she pushed up her non-existent boobs, "look like something a dude would have?"

God. And people thought she was dumb.

[tyler_gone]

Yes. Yes, they did. There were some ugly women here.

Fred adjusted his neckerchief uncomfortably, blinking. "Gee, I'm so sorry, ma'am. I was just trying to gather some information on the break-in."

[sith_happened]

"Break-in?" Jessica chewed on her perfectly lipglossed lower lip. "Was it photographers, maybe? They're always trying to get closer to me."

[tyler_gone]

"Maybe," Fred said, head bobbling in a nod even as he wondered why anyone would want to take pictures of this man who said he was a girl.

"Or maybe there's a crook who went undercover with the photographers to get in and get at the gold buried under the hotel, and his friend is trying to scare everybody off with all the creepy noises!"

This was not an especially convoluted scheme in Fred's head.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Jem was positively frantic now. Not only could she not find her band, but Synergy wasn't answering anymore!

She'd taken to just randomly asking if they were in rooms at this point. "Aja?"

[sith_happened]

"No, Jessica," Jessica replied, frowning. What was up with the hair?

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

What was up with the lack of pink eyeshadow?

"Have you seen my band? I've been looking everywhere."

[sith_happened]

"You're in a band?" Kind of explained the hair. They must be, like, a 80s glam cover band or something. "I'm a singer."

She didn't need a band. Ha.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Jem asked. "I'm sure you're great!"

Oh, she could be so encouraging to the people struggling in this hard business.

"Maybe if you get some nice clothes, you can join a real band!"

[solo_sword]

Figures, the week Jaina thought she actually should talk to her grandfather, she walked in on him in hot pants.

Which led to a lot of staring, then a belated covering of eyes and an emphayic, "NO."

[sith_happened]

"I hadn't even asked if you had a can opener yet!" Jessica said, staring. "Wow! You must be psycho!"

Psychic, Jess.

[solo_sword]

Lowering her hand, she frowned at- Okay no, bad idea, the hand was going back up.

"And you are who?"

[sith_happened]

Wow, what kind of hell hole had she landed in? "I'm Jessica," she said.

Her agent was so fired.

[solo_sword]

"You're not going to sing at me, are you?"

Somehow this was more amusing when he thought he was a little girl.