Anakin wasn't sure if Peter would be venturing out today, or if anyone else would be around, but he wanted to keep close to campus just in case.

Besides, he has his own network of research contacts to check in with, ones that had fought zombies a long, long time ago.

He opened up his laptop, pulled up the alumni list, and began writing:

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Not that teaching a bunch of tiny people to fly hadn't been a blast--and it had, he hadn't smiled that much in a long time--but now things were as normal as they could be when he'd almost been hit with falling pastry walking to work ( Read more... )

After a very strange encounter with Qui-Gon last night, and an even more bizarre radio last night, Anakin decided to hold his office hours a day early.

Curiosity could be a terrible thing.

He sat cross-legged on the floor in meditation, the door cracked open.

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Anakin was in his office before workshops began, sipping coffee and staring into space.

Literally.

He'd gotten his miniature version of his galaxy up and running again.

If he seemed to be spending a great deal of time staring at a small volcanic planet, then at the calendar on his desk, well, he wasn't going to explain himself.

Vader was in his office listening to the radio broadcasts for the last two weeks. It was research for Thursday's class.

He'd be annoyed to be interrupted--a none-too-dramatic change from any other time he was awake.

The door was cracked open.

Vader had pushed his old desk against the wall next to a neat stack of boxes from the Isle of Ikea.

Now he was looking at the thousands of small parts for his new desk, carefully examining the instructions, and wishing he could kill something.

Again, not so terribly unusual for him.

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