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

The dull pounding ache in Anakin's head had bloomed into a full-on piercing nightmare of a headache sometime around 3 am, when all truly rotten things happen.

And Jedi don't get fevers.

Which was why Anakin was sitting cross-legged in the center of his office, delving deeply into the Force to get both symptoms to go away. It wasn't working nearly as well as it should have, and the amount of energy he was using was practically a beacon to the other Jedi on the island.

The door was cracked open.

There was less than a week until Rory left.

Anakin was trying not to panic.

This...wasn't really working.

Which was why a slightly important part of the shuttle was in pieces around him as he tinkered around, his shirts and robe in a neatly folded pile on the shuttle ramp.

[OOC: For Rory and I totally didn't forget it was Monday omg for reelz.]

Won't Give In - The Finn Brothers

The dekittification could have gone worse.

You know.

Somehow.

And Anakin was going to sit here on the beach until he thought about how.

[For Rikku. SP for great justice.]

Anakin hadn't really moved from the spot where he'd been sitting for the last two days, except to pull out his comlink after his children had left to stare at it for a good two hours, debating whether to call or not.

As the minutes ticked by, Anakin finally picked up the comlink one final time and called Rory.

[OOC: For Rory, plz. Conversation NFB, people involved totally up for grabs.]

Anakin, if anyone was paying close attention, was banging parts of the shuttle together with slightly more than necessary force.

And was fixing something that 1) didn't need to be fixed and 2) for the fifth time that week.

He was sporting some pretty serious circles beneath his eyes hidden under the grime on his face.

Oh, yeah, he was going to be a joy to hang around with today.

[OOC: For the one what goes on shuttle rides on Mondays.]

Anakin had a lot to think about.

Which was why Anakin had spent the better part of the morning surrounded by various important bits of the shuttle--he thought better when his hands were busy.

"Thought" and "allowed himself to be distracted" being interchangeable in this instance, of course.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, his robe was piled in a corner, his shirt was off, and he was spattered with engine oil. But he'd stopped obsessing about his meeting with his granddaughter.

...okay, not really.

[OOC: For the lovely Ms. Gilmore, please.]