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

Anakin thought he'd been prepared to watch the Games, to help his students through such...blatent savagry...but he was fearing that he was getting close to the end of his endurance. Mags, Cecelia at the very beginning (she'd had three children, just like him...), it was all impressed in Anakin's mind, along with the faces of the other tributes as they'd been projected into the sky.

In the fifteen minutes he'd stolen to sleep in his office chair, he'd been haunted by seeing his own dead projected in the same way: Obi-Wan, Padme, Ahsoka, a slew of generals and admirals he'd killed in a rage...the faces had seemed to go on forever and he'd woken in a cold sweat completely unrefreshed.

He took a moment to step out of the room, carefully navigating through sleeping students, and called his wife, his never-fail cure for feeling a little more balanced. Then he ran through a quick Jedi meditation, took a deep breath, squared his shoulders and went back into his office.

Day two was about to begin.

[OOC: For the Hunger Games crew. NFB due to watching violence, death, and extremely icky canon.]

Anakin had spent the morning over at the Trooper Station interrogating interrogating his new staff: since he'd worked with various clones before (and was uniquely aware of their more...esoteric programming), he'd spent time with each one individually, asking about their duties at the Trooper Station, their thoughts about Fandom, and what happened if he said "Implement Order 66."

Turned out, nothing, but it was worth checking.

He went over to his office at the school around lunchtime, flipped on the link to Katniss's world (a habit he'd gotten into since she'd left), and was getting ready to write down his impressions about yesterday's class when he realized that he wasn't listening to the usual noises from Panem.

He was tuned into the Reaping. District 9, it looked like. Cursing under his breath, Anakin reached into a desk drawer and began leaving handwavey messages for the list of people Katniss had left for him to talk to.

From his spot behind his desk, he reached out through the Force to close the door. Today's office hours were by invitation only.

[OOC: For those who are watching the Reaping, and NFB.]