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...]

Hood up and using all of the skills Obi-Wan had taught him over the years on how not to be seen, Anakin snuck into Meerkat cabin and made his way down to Rory's alcove.

He left seven red roses on her bed along with a note:

I didn't forget.
Always, --A.

He was gone as quickly as he had been there.

Anakin had found a shady tree to sit underneath while he read up on the etiquette of the British court.

Yeah, that was his idea of fun summertime reading. He was getting quite into the story of Charles and Diana.

[OOC: Anakin's waiting for Willow, but he'll chat with anyone.]

Anakin--and Yoda--had moved back into their alcove in Flamingo.

Anakin had "accidentally" left the Statue of Liberty hat Rory had insisted he get in New York back in the dorms. Not that he'd ever tell anyone he had that hat. Even if they saw the pictures.

Now he was out in the woods trying to meditate. And if meditating looked a little like sulking for getting yelled at--why have a car that can fly if you're never going to make it fly, he wanted to know--well, it was probably a little like sulking.

Anakin sat in his room, trying to concentrate on his meditation.

His mind was whirling with too many thoughts to really concentrate, though.

There had been the trip to Washington DC, celebrating a six-month anniversary, and puppy-sitting while Rory had been gone (It was better when she'd come back, of course). He'd checked up on Tyler like he'd told Rory and helped Veronica with a particularly nasty ghost from her past. He'd talked with Callisto , attended his first baby shower and blown off some steam (both in the gym and, um, not exactly in the gym) and then headed back to Coruscant with the flight workshop where he'd shown Peter about lightsabers, accidentally gotten Rory drunk, and caught up with an old friend.

He kinda hated Mace Windu now, though.

And then they'd come back in time to fight Jello dragons. And then to make chocolate mousse (only slightly more successful than sand cookies). And to apologize for being a giant ass. He shook his head.

So, yeah, it was hard for him to concentrate on the glitter that sparkled above his head.

[OOC: Door's closed, but the Jedi is in...]

The Jedi transport would be picking the flight students up at dawn the next morning to take them all to Coruscant.

Anakin? Nervous about it? Never.

Which was why he was certainly not laying on his bed checking the list he had made about the trip for the twentieth time.

The door was open, though, if anyone wanted to distract him. Not that he needed a distraction.

Because he wasn't nervous.

Really.

[OOC: Open like an open thing that isn't closed.]

With the curtains in the room carefully shut to block out the sun's rays, Anakin sat on his bed and gave Vladdie his bottle.

Yeah, the Jedi's quite a badass. Which was why the babbling stream of conversation he was having the puppy was not quite audible.

[OOC: Anakin's waiting for Willow, but other visitors are welcome, too]

Anakin was in his room tossing a ball for Vladdie.

Vladdie was zipping around the room, as vampire puppies do.

Yoda was in his turtle tank just glad not to be used as the ball.

Yup, just a normal night in Fandom.

[That Anakin's in his room, fine. Who's he's talking to on the phone, NFB, plz]

After teaching flight, Anakin had headed out to the junkyard. He'd discovered a wreck of a motorcycle and had spent the next few hours getting happily covered in dirt and grease as he worked on converting it into a swoop bike.

It wasn't close to being completed, but he'd get it done in time for next week's class.

Rory had said she wanted to talk to him, so he left the door to his room slightly propped open as he headed into the shower.

[OOC: for the OMGJUSTAFRIEND, please. Oh, and now NWS, whoops]

Anakin sat crosslegged on his bed, working on a new meditation exercise Obi-Wan had sent him in a recent package.

Yoda, floating around the room close to the ceiling, was not at all enamored with it. His tiny turtle-y rage went unnoticed.

( Anakin's communication device chirped... )

Anakin blew out a breath and went to retrieve Yoda, who gave him a tiny turtle-y glare. Anakin ignored it. After pistachio wars and pudding rain, meeting new people, being attacked by clinging kittens, telling Rory about knives being tossed at him and then her being sick (though other things this week--like Caritas--hadn't been bad at all), well, a tiny turtle glaring at him wasn't enough to knock him off-stride for very long.

"They need sleep. But you need sleep, too," Anakin said to Rory, opening the door to his room. "And there won't be much sleep in your room tonight."

He was being logical. Really.