Anakin had his bag and his lightsaber and a transport to catch.

He just needed to say goodbye to three people...and let go of Rory's hand, which he was holding like it was the only thing keep him upright.

[OOC: For Aeryn, John, and Rory, please. Very much for broadcast.]

Anakin, leaving a note for a dozing Rory, had snuck out of his room just before dawn and headed first to the weapons locker, then to the beach to watch the sunrise.

It would be a long time before he'd see water this clean again. Coruscant wasn't exactly famed for its natural wonders.

He closed his eyes and stretched out with his feelings, memorizing everything about Fandom: the smells of pastry coming from J, GOB, the much less appealing odor of the zombie band at Caritas, coffee and books and a slight hint of Jello. He heard the sounds of the waves lapping against the shore, students tossing in their beds and the pirate's terrible morning music program. He watched as the sun's rays reflected off of the school and decided that it was almost as beautiful as the Temple at sunset.

He thought back to zombies and gremlins, pageants and common rooms, laughter and tears, and friendships that he never thought he'd have in his life. He'd never been this happy before.

And that wasn't even counting the love he'd found that he'd never even hoped for.

Rory's face flashed through his mind and he relived a thousand moments of his time with her in the space of a few seconds.

He stood up, brushed the sand--he wouldn't miss that--from his robes and headed for the place in the woods he thought of as theirs. He found a tree off to the side of the clearing, ignited his lightsaber and with precise motions carved "AS & RG" into the wood.

Then he leaned against it and waited for Rory to arrive.

Anakin, box of stuff in hand, arrived in a totally overdramatic flash of light the center of the Hyperion lobby.

"Hope this is the right place," he said to himself, then raised his voice. "Hello? Anyone here?"

With the names of the new students circulating, I just wanted to ask an OOC favor of all of your characters: please don't mention Luke to Anakin for the rest of Anakin's *sniffle* stay in Fandom.

Thank you for saving my boy from even more angst!

*cough*

Coruscant's open for business.

Pre-play through Friday yay!

I swear I'll stop spamming your flists now...

Anakin had been putting off a transmission for entirely too long.

But after making that drunk dial on Saturday from Sam's room, talking to Obi-Wan again was not exactly something Anakin had been looking forward to.

He took his comlink from his belt pouch with a sigh, put on his most sober and "of course that hadn't been me, Master" look on his face, and called Obi-Wan.

( Hello, Master Kenobi! )

Anakin sat down on the bed with a heavy thump. He had 25 days left.

It wasn't nearly enough time.

Anakin woke up with a small groan, reaching out to touch his swollen face.

A night's sleep out in the woods hadn't improved the way his nose or eye looked and had sadly confirmed that yesterday hadn't been some form of hallucination.

Anakin stretched his arms up over his hand and looked around.

Nothing to be done, then. Time to build a hut and become a crazy hermit Jedi.

He stood up, smiling down at Rory asleep on the blanket, and got to work.

Leo'd had a tough day.

He'd been smooth with the ladies--though Rizzo hadn't been all that into it, initially--and had totally crashed Rydell High's stupid little dance. That's when the wheels had kind of come off the wagon. Wait, he'd get to that later. Stupid Kenickie had beat on him when he'd just been dancing, then That Bastard Zuko'd beat him down at Thunder Road.

Though there'd been a lovely parting gift, his head was still killing him.

He walked back to his alcove, wondering briefly what the hell he was doing out in the freakin' woods, and took a nap.

...and woke up Anakin.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Anakin tried to dive under his pillow as the memories of what he'd done that day flooded over him, but his head was stuck to it already.

"I'll never be clean again," he whimpered.

Leo rolled out of bed and reached immediately for his comb, hairgel, and mirror.

He couldn't find any of them. "The hell?" he growled, walking down to the bathroom and getting a good look at himself. The braid...well, the braid he supposed he was a badass enough to pull off, but the ponytail definitely had to go.

A handful of someone's gel and his hair was as greased up as he could possible hope for.

He squeezed himself into a pair of leather pants and a jacket, stuck his comb into his back pocket and went out to find trouble.

Women or Thunderbirds to beat up on--didn't really matter.

[OOC: Oh, look, another establishing post.]

Anakin reached for his laptop with a sigh. He hadn't written to Obi-Wan since Obi-Wan had returned from his negotiations on Alderaan.

He needed to ask permission to bring his workshop to Coruscant later in the session.

He wanted to kill Obi-Wan for the photos he'd sent to Rory. Which reminded him...he scrawled a note on a scrap of paper--more songs about Lolas?--before beginning a written transmission to Obi-Wan.

( Transmission to Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Temple )

He sent the transmission off. He didn't think that Obi-Wan needed to hear about his experiments with the aerodynamic capabilities of croissants. Or his fight with Rory. Or their making-up. Or the making-out in the library. And definitely not the celebration of their anniversary.

After making a call to a local airport about renting a plane for sky writing--he still couldn't believe he was doing that--he pulled out a datapad of information about the latest tax issues between the Core worlds and the Outer Rim and hoped rather desperately for a distraction.

[OOC: Open for anyone looking for Anakin...]