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

Rory and Juliet had been released from the hospital today (and the ridiculous plastic bands to make sure no one was going to steal their daughter had been left behind. Anakin was still annoyed that those existed), and the afternoon had been a bustle of getting Lorelai settled on the sofa, the baby settled in her room, and getting Rory to nap at all.

And that was when it dawned on Anakin that a lot of people (like, all of them) didn't know that Juliet was here.

Ergo, email. Hopefully no one was on dial-up--Anakin had gone a little nuts on photos.

To: [FH-Alumni all],[F&F workshop], [FH admin], [FH teachers], Leia, Gilmore Grandparents, Paris, Lane, Lane's Terrifying Mother
From: Anakin.Skywalker@fandomhigh.edu
CC: Rory
Attachments: Juliet1.jpg, Juliet2.jpg, Juliet3.jpg, Juliet4.jpg, Juliet5.jpg, Juliet6.jpg, Juliet7.jpg, Juliet8.jpg, Juliet9.jpg, Juliet10.jpg, Juliet11.jpg, Juliet12.jpg, Juliet13.jpg, Juliet14.jpg, Juliet15.jpg

Just a quick note to let you all know that Lorelai Juliet Skywalker arrived very early on Saturday morning (June 13, 2009, for those of you not necessarily on our timeline). She's perfect, as is her mother, and both are home from the hospital and catching up on some well-deserved sleep.

--A

PS: Someone make sure Angel reads this, please? Force knows he won't check his email.

Anakin was in his office listening to the Beatles and staring into space doofily.

He'd tell you he was practicing new meditation techniques.

He'd be a great big liar.

The door was open.

Wherever You Will Go - The Calling

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...]

Vader's office was back to its normal state of barren neatness. Ikea boxes were stacked in corners, a new and heavier desk was in the center of the room and Vader had even sprung for a comfortable chair (black leather, naturally, with wheels) for himself.

The other chair was looking decidedly wobbly, but Vader didn't want to encourage visitors to linger.

Or even stop by at all, when it came right down to it.

He sat behind his desk and stared into space.

Not that anyone could tell, with the mask.

The door was open.

[OOC: Contents of conversations with Rory and Aeryn are NFB, please and thank you!]

Stupid Boy - Keith Urban