First there was only light: bright, beautiful, incandescent light. It surrounded him, and bound him, and held the universe together.

I am.Then there was awareness. He was everywhere and everything--he was grains of sand on Tatooine and drops of water in a lake on Naboo, he was the trees on Endor and the metal sneer on the Emperor's mouth as his ( Read more... )

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 in his office, unpacking his latest collection of breakable things from Ikea.

Amazing, really, how many he'd broken over the last few months.

Except not really.

The door was open.

Vader's mood had not improved as the week had progressed and tomorrow he would have to face a bunch of his idiot students' idiot parents.

And he was trying very hard not to remember his last Parents' Weekend in Fandom. Those memories brought up feelings that were a lot like regret.

So he was sitting in his room brooding sulking meditating ( Read more... )

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.

[OOC: Open!]

The employees on the Isle of Ikea were used to seeing the unusual fairly regularly but the modified TIE fighter landing on the roof of the building was new.

As was the person who emerged from it.

And the questions he asked.

Why exactly did he want to know how wind resistance would affect the Gustav desk? It was a desk. And while each of them had ( Read more... )