Anakin hadn't slept in a couple of days.

Not that this was so terribly unusual for him since coming back from his galaxy, but today the shadows under his eyes were particularly noticeable.

He was flipping absently through a magazine that was six months old and fighting to stay awake.

The door was open.

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... )

Vader 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.]

Vader was in his office.

Alone.

On Valentine's Day.

Does "in a mood" even have to be mentioned?

The door was cracked open.

[OOC: Open for new mentees as well, though I am working tomorrow, so slow play is love. Conversation contents that occur with Aeryn and Rory NFB.]

Vader was working on his lesson plan for the week.

It wasn't going well, as was obvious by the periodic shattering of cheap Ikea vases against the wall.

A Zen garden sitting carefully in the corner of his desk remained untouched, though.

Strange.

[OOC: open!]