If it looked like Anakin hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately, well...he hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately.

Nightmares were a pain. After spending far too much time close to home, he finally headed back to the island, hoping a new location might help him shake the bad feeling he had ( Read more... )

Anakin had been in the tuxedo shop alone for five minutes and had already been ogled helped by three different shop assistants.

"No ruffles," he said, making a face. "And no hats. And nothing that shiny."

He kept glancing more and more desperately towards the door, hoping a groomsman or two would save him.

Anakin was wiped out. The feeling of foreboding he'd had for the last few days hadn't gone away and was not being helped at all by adding a hangover and a hefty dose of portal-lag into the mix.

Nothing was going to keep him from the wedding, though. He let himself into the room and wondered if he'd be able to catch a nap before the rehearsal.

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Anakin was in his office tinkering with his three-dimension map of his galaxy between emails to John. The Dantooine system had gone all blurry on him.

The door was propped open and Tatooine cantina music was playing.


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Anakin got back from the workshop to an answering machine full of wrong messages.

He returned the first one, stared at the machine for a bit before returning the second one, then a third, and a fourth, and a fifth and it finally clicked for him.

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Anakin opened his office door.

And stared.

Someone had redecoratedAnakin 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 ( Read more... )

Anakin was standing on a chair in the middle of the room trying to attach what looked like a very complicated disco ball to the ceiling.

He was very interruptable.

[OOC: Contents of conversation with Alanna NFB, please!]


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Anakin was in his office sketching something out on what appeared to be almost an entire ream of paper.

Every now and again his attention would wander and he'd stare out the window and watch the rain fall, lost in thought.

[OOC: Open like an open thing...contents of conversation with Sam C. NFB]


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A very small boy with a bucket over his head--thanks for that, Friday's toy chest--toddled down the hallway and made his way down the stairs.

Bounce-bounce-bounce.

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Vader's office was back to its normal state of barren neatness. Ikea boxes were stacked in corners, a new and heavier desk was in the center of the room and Vader had even sprung for a comfortable chair (black leather, naturally, with wheels) for himself ( Read more... )