Office hours [all day]
Mar. 30th, 2007 07:54 amAnakin 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
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 BarrowmanVader was in his office carefully working on a list of everyone to kill who might possibly be responsible for this weekend, then anyone who might have seen him.
The only reason he wasn't hiding under his desk was because he couldn't fit.
The door was very much closed.
[OOC: Door closed, post open. Up early because of work tomorrow, woe.]
The only reason he wasn't hiding under his desk was because he couldn't fit.
The door was very much closed.
[OOC: Door closed, post open. Up early because of work tomorrow, woe.]
33 Apocalpse Avenue [afternoon]
Feb. 18th, 2007 12:55 pmDarth Buckethead, still wearing his bucket, pressed his hands up against the window and sighed.
He wanted to go out and play, but he couldn't find his robe.
Life was very hard.
Looking around quickly for Logan, he darted back to the phone and began to entertain himself by leaving messages again.
Whee, crank calls!
He wanted to go out and play, but he couldn't find his robe.
Life was very hard.
Looking around quickly for Logan, he darted back to the phone and began to entertain himself by leaving messages again.
Whee, crank calls!
Office hours [all day]
Oct. 17th, 2006 11:13 amVader'd had a terrible week: Rory'd stopped wearing a necklace moved on forgotten about him yelled (not that this had been a shocking change of pace) and he'd thrown her into detention, the hooker over at the Sin had turned him down, he'd gotten into a fight with the ninja, and then someone had stolen his TIE fighter.
It didn't matter that it was back. It didn't even matter that he'd gotten to pretend to kill a bunch of students in detention on Saturday.
He was in a mood.
Enter at your own peril.
It didn't matter that it was back. It didn't even matter that he'd gotten to pretend to kill a bunch of students in detention on Saturday.
He was in a mood.
Enter at your own peril.
