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Anakin was running a little behind today (for some reason Rory hadn't been all that anxious to let him leave the house...), but after getting a slightly garbled version of what had gone on last week, he had a feeling that people might be a little interested in checking in on him today.

So there he was, in his office, with plenty of tissues, pastries, and coffee (and something a little stronger in the desk for Zoe). He was contemplating putting up a "Not Dead Yet" sign, but figured that was probably not entirely necessary.

[OOC: Am back! Ish! At least for the next few days. And I'm now living five hours ahead of East Coast time.]
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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!]
sith_happened: (Anakin: from behind)
Anakin was in his office as usual today, glaring angrily at the Christmas themed ads as they popped up on his computer screen.

"Can't I get through Thanksgiving first?" he complained aloud.

The door was open.
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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.
sith_happened: (Anakin: i can has a tie!)
Now that Ethics class was on Thursday, Anakin switched his office hours back to Tuesday. He worked on his syllabus as ABBA played in the background.

...no, he wouldn't admit to missing Drake, so don't ask him. The door was open.
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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.
sith_happened: (Anakin: b&w intense)
After his weekly spar with Ben (this time on the beach, despite Anakin's innate loathing of sand), Anakin went to his office to finish grading his final exam papers.

The door was open and Tatooine cantina band music that Luke had sent was playing.

Anakin wasn't sure about the music.
sith_happened: (Anakin: wai so hot?)
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.
sith_happened: (Anakin: *gives attitude*)
After his weekly sparring session with Ben, Anakin was in his office with his class syllabus, rewriting lessons that used examples Leia shouldn't know about quite yet.

...this was going to take a while.

The door was open.

[OOC: Hello, squirrel! Please to be making the specifics of what Anakin and Jaina talked about NFB. TY! *leaves rum*]
sith_happened: (Anakin: cranky)
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!
sith_happened: (Anakin: cranky)
After lightsaber practice with Ben, where Anakin had thumped his grandson around the gym because the boy wouldn't stop smirking about the weekend's sparring session with Luke, Anakin hobbled stalked slowly (stupid knee injury) back to his office.

He'd listened to his messages, so he was a little anxious to see if Raven came in today.

The door was open. The Jedi was grumpy. Just an average Tuesday.
sith_happened: (Anakin: from behind)
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.
sith_happened: (Anakin: i am kind of a dork)
Anakin and Ben had rescheduled their sparring to take place that evening, so Anakin was early arriving to his office.

He was pleased with this, as it gave him a chance to reply to some of the parenting boards he trolled followed.

The door was open, and Anakin was typing away.
sith_happened: (Anakin: A is for Anakin)
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.
sith_happened: (Anakin: intense)
Anakin, as usual, was in his office.

Today he was sitting on his floor practicing his meditation skills.

It only looked like napping. Really.

The door was open and soft Alderaanian music was coming from his ridiculously tricked out stereo.
sith_happened: (Anakin: eyes)
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.
sith_happened: (Anakin: wistful staring)
Anakin was still not a fan of August, dammit. After making a slightly belated call to Luke for his birthday (which was always going to be wrapped up in Padmé guilt, unfortunately), he settled into his office with a hugely complicated doodad to take apart and reassemble, mostly to keep his hands busy (and away from the basket of muffins Rory had sent him to school with. They weren't for him).

Every now and then, he'd look at the door rather anxiously. He expected there might be some students with questions.

[OOC: SP during the day, but I'll be around!]
sith_happened: (Anakin: drunk with power)
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.
sith_happened: (Anakin: I'm going to regret this)
Okay, so the rendition of "Everything You Can Do, I Can Better" with Ben had been...uncomfortable.

But Anakin had decided, very maturely, just not to talk at all for the rest of the day.

Yeah, that'd work.

Especially with the door open.
sith_happened: (Anakin: lectured at)
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.

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