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Anakin was in his office prepared to talk to any parents or guardians or friends or whatever about their students at this school. Especially any who until now had thought this was a very normal school in Maryland.

So...oops?
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Anakin was in his office getting ready for the summer when his comlink went off.

He'd checked the calendar, so he knew what to expect (even if he had no idea how Ben kept track of what day it was in Fandom).

"Skywalker," he said, sounding world-weary.

"MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU."

"It's just as hilarious as it was a decade ago," Anakin said dryly.

"I know you love it, Granddad," Ben told him, laughing. "I'll see you soon."

Anakin hung up, shaking his head. His family was so odd.
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Anakin was taking advantage of this nice, normal week to do nice, normal paperwork.

Mmm, boring was soothing right now.

His door was open!
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Anakin didn't make it a habit--especially since he'd move to the island--to sleep in his office, but his nightmare on Wednesday had been enough to wake up both Juliet and Christopher just from the residual distress he was feeling in the Force.

And that had been far from his worst memory, so here he was, camping out in his office and working on increasing his mental shielding.

As you do.

[OOC: Open!]
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When Anakin had become part of the school administration approximately a hundred-billion years ago, he hadn't realized there would be quite so much paperwork involved.

Or that there even was a form called "Murderous Clown After-Action Report."

But here he was, filling it out. Someone please save him from it?

[OOC: So open!]
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Anakin hated this time of year: Juliet and Christopher had been in school long enough to have brought home germs, and he was now sniffling his way through a box of tissues and spraying his office with Lysol every few hours.

Ugh. Cold season.

The door was open. Have some tea. You'll have to provide your own sympathy, though. Anakin was feeling very sorry for himself.

[OOC: Not at all inspired by a cranky, snotty toddler who's lost her voice. Rly.]
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Anakin would go around later and chat with Nina's teachers like a proper faux parent-guest-thing later, but for now, his office was open for all visitors!

He even had caf.

He wouldn't be sharing it, but he had it.
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Anakin was back in his office, looking practically like himself again.

Just don't ask him to fight off an invasion just yet.

But he was there, working on his ethics syllabus for the next year with the door open and soft music playing.

[OOC: Trying to get back in the office hours habit. Open!]
sith_happened: (Anakin: wistful staring)
Anakin was in the office filling out post-Spring Break paperwork, (Turned out there was a form for "going over a waterfall in a barrel". Go figure.) but the door was open and he was trying out some new music that Luke had sent him from his trip out to the planet Honoghr.

Anakin kind of hated it, but he was trying, okay?

Please distract him.
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Anakin came into his office to find everything in order, except for a small, innoculous looking box over in the corner with an "ARM/DISARM" switch.

He snorted, then pulled his comlink from his robes and checked to see what weird Earth holidays were celebrated on September 15. "National Linguine Day!" he said triumphantly, glaring at the box. "If you think I'm pressing 'fire', you're crazy."

Of course, he was talking to an inanimate object, so...

Anakin's door was open! Mind the box.
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Anakin was in his office working on entry visas for the next Try Not to Die class visit.

Anakin...wasn't looking like his usual self today. Oh, Fandom. What the hell.



[OOC: Oh so open. Thanks, random icon generator!]
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Anakin wasn't hiding in his office. He wasn't sulking, either. He was brooding. It was an entirely different vibe! He left the door slightly open and sat there with the lesson plan and a cup of black coffee.

Which he enjoyed. Really.

...shut up, Kanan.

[OOC: So open.]
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As was his tradition, Anakin had strong coffee (for himself. He wasn't sharing) and soothing Alderaanian music playing in his office. The door was open and he was happy (well, paid to be happy) to talk to any of the weekend's visitors about their little monsters adorable and brilliant progeny.

[OOC: Open but SP due to stupidly busy weekend...]
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After a humiliating evening of thinking he was a merman, Anakin was in his office brooding.

Not hiding.

Really.

...the door was open, at least?
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You know, most days, Atton prided himself on not being the walking, flouncing, cloak-dropping pile of melodrama that Anakin Skywalker was. He really did. If you were going to be a Jedi, at least you could try and keep the pompous grandstanding and the hissy fits out of your daily routine, right? Right.

Of course, there were always situations that required a different approach.

Like situations that started with him being kicked out of bed by a broody 11-year-old at seven in the morning.

That? That warranted a certain level of melodrama. Specifically, the level of melodrama he was about to display right about... now.

He kicked Skywalker's door in.

He was wearing his nice durasteel-tipped boots.

It goes about as well as you'd expect. )
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Anakin was eel-free today, which was a good thing. He was also not barricaded in his office--another good thing. He even had chocolates that Rory had bought at a pre-Valentine's Day sale, which she swore was a thing. He wasn't certain he believed her, but hey, chocolate.

He might even share if you visited.

Not you, Bel.
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True to his word on the radio, Anakin was barricaded in his office with the door shut.

He couldn't, sadly, find any duct tape for his mouth, which meant that anyone walking too near his door was getting a lesson in Huttese curses. Such a full-service educational experience!
sith_happened: (Anakin: wistful staring)
Anakin was in his office with the door mostly closed, but he was there, kriff it.

Because he was a team player, okay? And a stubborn bastard who'd promised he'd be there on Thursday, so there he was, wondering if Jedi could have anxiety attacks..

[OOC: So, so open.].
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It was Anakin's eighth year on this side of the desk, and it was still a little odd, but at least this time he was pretty sure he wasn't going to have random relatives showing up this time, and that was always a bonus. He sat behind his desk, calmly drinking caf, and waited for visitors.
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Anakin was hoping to get through the day without being screamed at this week (hopeless optimist that he was).

He got as far as sitting behind his desk before ice and water poured from the ceiling onto him, drenching him completely and, worse, ruining his cup of coffee.

"There is not a single person on this planet I don't hate right now," he told the room at large, scowling.

The office door was open. Watch out for the squelchy Jedi.

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