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

Anakin had kept his monitor back on the station in Panem, just to see. He wasn't expecting funeral services or an explanation of what had happened after the screen went dark, and he wasn't surprised to find nothing but a constant stream of propaganda coming out of that country: the ruins of a District 13, commentators discussing how terrible things were before the Capitol, etc., etc.

It gave Anakin some hope that the Districts hadn't been as complacent about the killing of their tributes as the Capitol had been planning

He was in his office, drinking coffee and expecting more visitors than usual today.

[OOC: Who stopped by is fine, all of the Katniss-related details are NFB, please!]

After a quick trip to the Isle of Ikea to replace all of the broken glassware, Anakin's office was back to its normal state of cleanliness.

He turned on some soothing music from Ithor and waited to see how many students came in to see what he'd told their guardians.

The door was open.

Anakin had dreamed about Padmé again last night, feeling an almost irresistible draw back to the island (which he had damn well resisted, thank you very much. He was here because he had a job, not because the island wanted him), and was feeling guilty and cranky Anakin wasn't one to trust feelings of calm, warmth, and love. He wasn't really used to feeling them.

And the feel of waiting that the island seemed to be exuding had set the skin on the back of his neck crawling. His hand kept twitching toward the lightsaber he wasn't wearing on campus.

The door was open, but be wary of the twitchy Jedi.

Anakin, it should be noted, was not nervous about the potential disaster that might be walking to his door any minute now.

It was just a family dinner, all right? Leia, Jaina, and Ben.

And John and Tahiri.

And Rory and Juliet.

And five different galactic timelines to keep straight.

What's to worry about?

There was a ton of food and enough rum to blind a pirate drink. It would be a very pleasant evening.

And if he had to mindwhammy each and every one of them to have that happen, well, don't think it wasn't crossing his mind.

I want to wish you a Me-rry Christmas, I want to wish you a Me-rry Christmas..."

That rhythmic sound you hear coming from Anakin's office? His head banging against his desk. It was in time with Feliz Navidad.

And he doesn't even know about the cookies yet...

The door was open!

After his oh-so-handwavy spar with Ben, Anakin was cleaning his office in preparation for Parents Weekend.

Where he would get to meet his son. Who was at least ten years old than he was.

Anakin didn't spend time thinking about that because he like his head unexploded.

The door was open.

Anakin was in his office catching up on the radio broadcasts of the last few days. "Increased chance of gremlins, huh?" he said sourly, glaring at his computer, then around the room.

"They'd know better."

Silly Anakin.

The door was open.

After his sparring session with Ben, Anakin unlocked the door to his office and began poking around online for ideas of how advanced Juliet should be at things.

Five minutes later, he was involved in a flamewar on a parenting website.

"Remove head from ass, then parent," he chanted aloud as he typed.

The door was open.

Anakin was in his office after his weekly meeting with Ben, per usual, but this time we was sitting cross-legged on the floor putting together a very large, synthflesh-covered nanny droid.

No one had ever accused him of having a normal home life, no.

The door was open.

After his weekly sparring session with Ben, Anakin was in his office putting up new photos of baby Juliet on his wall.

She was three weeks old now! A lot had changed! She was sleeping three hours at a stretch now--which was why Anakin was not sleeping meditating in his chair for once.

The door was open.