"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin had been coping with the ever-growing list of students and friends that had been added to the board of the missing, even as he received final messages of his own.

But the one he woke up to this morning left him sitting quietly behind his desk and staring into space. Rory was the great love of his life, and his best friend, but Aeryn--they'd boggled at the strange Earth traditions together and commisserated about the abject evil of Santa Claus and had been thrown out of every paintball course in a three-state radius of both of their homes...and now she was gone.

Anakin wasn't quite ready to deal with a universe without Aeryn and John in it. He definitely wasn't ready to tell his wife about this.

So his office door was open, but it might take a minute to catch his attention.

If it looked like Anakin hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately, well...he hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately.

Nightmares were a pain. After spending far too much time close to home, he finally headed back to the island, hoping a new location might help him shake the bad feeling he had.

Five minutes into sitting in his office and he'd already decided it wasn't really working. He began tinkering with the holoprojector for something to do with his hands.

The door was open.

[OOC: For students, parents, or alumni to stop by!]

Paintball, like RISK (and knitting and cooking, and anything else Anakin ever attempted in his life) was Serious Business.

Woe be it unto anyone on the course who was not going to take it as seriously as he was just because they were on a date, or twelve, or something. Anakin was armed and ready to inflict pain on all comers.

"I'm going to win," he said, "even if this is a random, uncivilized weapon."

[OOC: For Aeryn, who also thinks this is srs bzns omg]

It had been a long, long few days, and Anakin had spent the time since he'd arrived back from Colorado staring at the walls of his office and hoping he'd done the right thing.

He knew he had office hours the next day. He knew that it would be a long drive up and back.

He didn't care.

Which was why he slipped into Rory's suite with the key she'd given him--after checking to make sure Paris wasn't around (she looked like she could wield a mean frying pan)--and slid into bed with her.

Now he could relax.

Cannonball - Damien Rice

Anakin was in the office finishing up his grading.

Which meant that he was more than a little eager for a distraction.

Any distraction.

[OOC: Open, especially for departing seniors, arriving alums, and family members who would like to traumatize him...]

For the first time since Anakin had arrived back in Fandom, he actually looked relaxed.

Might have been his late-night visitor last night.

Whatever it was, the door to his office was open, soft music was playing and he was repainting his office from the damage Certain Skywalkers had inflicted on it in recent weeks.

[OOC: Open!]

Over You - Chris Daughtry

Anakin hadn't slept in a couple of days.

Not that this was so terribly unusual for him since coming back from his galaxy, but today the shadows under his eyes were particularly noticeable.

He was flipping absently through a magazine that was six months old and fighting to stay awake.

The door was open.

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

Anakin's desk was covered in electronics as he spun a tiny screwdriver between his fingers and consulted his schematics again.

It was easier to keep his mind off of unpleasant thoughts when his hands were busy.

The door was open.

[OOC: What Anakin and Molly talked about NFB, please.]

Darth Vader's office door was open, but there was no trace of the dark caped monster.

Instead, there was a tall young man cleaning the room with the vigor of the truly dedicated.

The soft music coming out of the room made it very obvious that there was someone new in charge.

[OOC: Open, but slowplay because work sucks unto a Hoover...]