a collection of half-truths and hyperbole

Obi-Wan had not been in his office for quite a while, but somehow last week's events made it seem... pertinent.

So he settled behind his desk early in the morning with a nice cup of tea, attempting to meditate on the... experience of an island full of ponies. And madness. And whatnot.

Somehow, this was not a fantastic way to find harmony with one's self, which was why he gave up on it sooner rather than later.

[[ open! ]]

A certain someone had won himself a detention in the previous session, and while Obi-Wan privately wondered if maybe he shouldn't have sent the child to Anakin... well, Anakin was Anakin.

Some punishments were better saved for harsher infringements.

At any rate, Obi-Wan sat waiting inside his office, a shovel resting neatly against the wall by the door. He had his eyes closed, caught up in meditation-- though by no means unalert about his environment.

[[ For an egg... sy. ]]

Obi-Wan woke up right outside his shack, in the grass. He was wearing too-tight pants and an offensive too-tight shirt, and he was surrounded by bottles labeled Pete's Wicked Ale.

There was also, inexplicably, a spatula.

He sat up. He touched his beard. He frowned.

In a few minutes, he'd find out almost all of his robes had vanished. Right now, he was too busy going completely scarlet.

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It was customary to be in one's office during Parents Weekend, or so Obi-Wan had been told. So he had opted to do so.

When he got to the door of his office that morning, however, he felt the strangest sense of dread. For a moment, his hand hovered over the doorknob. "I have a bad feeling about this," he said.

He pushed. The door opened. A ridiculous burst of glitter hit him in the face. And the tunic. And the boots.

Students and teachers coming to visit would find Obi-Wan in the center of a glitter-filled room, his entire front covered in the stuff. Pinching the bridge of his nose.

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There was no genuine reason why Obi-Wan should remain here: the earlier he departed, the less of a chance he would offer the island to drag him back in. But he had lingered for a while, and now it was Thursday, two days from Saturday, and Anakin had been on the island at least once in that time.

... He might as well stick around for a few days longer.

He rifled through what few things he had in this office. In all honesty he was here because it was quieter here than in the woods during the days the school was out of session. He'd already meditated peacefully for an hour. He'd put all of his effects back into some semblance of order. He'd...

...he was getting bored.

Maybe rearranging this stack of flimsi would help?

Probably not.

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Obi-Wan had been careful not to move too much into his office, if simply because he had had little idea if he'd be staying for another semester. But his decision on that had now been made, and he could now spend the last day of this semester organizing the few items that had made it in here.

He'd be rifling through paperwork for most of the day, occasionally stopping to make notes for future consideration.

Perhaps he should bring some more light to the room. Add something that could boil water. And move in some instruction manuals for future classes. That would be useful.

[[ open! ]]

Class had been more than tolerable today, and the past week or more had been restful. The island was at peace, and it was noticable, even when it ran full of the life of dozens of children. (Including one child carrying his name and the Skywalker family name-- Obi-Wan would not be quick to forget that much.)

And so much like the evenings before it, tonight, Obi-Wan settled on the grass in front of his hut to meditate before bed.

He stretched his senses out slowly, leisurely. First, the blades of grass at his feet. Then, the eopies. Beyond the eopies and the confines of the woods, the lives of the people of Fandom as they prepared for bed. Past that, the mainland, a brief lingering moment to check on Anakin and his family before his focus ran too wide to dwell on individuals alone.

Then something twisted in his stomach; an echo of a word, a flash of blonde hair. It grabbed him by the ears and dragged him back down to the grass before the shack. He blinked.

And all he could hear was the wind.

Strange.

It was not quite a disturbance, at least not one in the Force at large. A... smaller one, something that had touched only him.

His meditation disturbed, and knowing it would not come back nearly as easily, Obi-Wan stood. But retiring to bed gave him little peace, as the echoes chased him there throughout the night.

The worst thing was that he was not entirely certain they were unwelcome.

[[ establishy. ]]

"You have reached the communications device of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Please leave a message."

Beep.

Being a teacher at this school meant Obi-Wan had certain obligations to fulfill, and he intended to make his office hours one of them. He spent the morning clearing out some of the furniture so that he'd have more space on the floor. Once everything was set up to his satisfaction, he sat down.

Which was where he'd be the rest of the day: meditating.

Surely most visitors to his office would know to knock, and, well... a greater awareness of the Force would only be a boon where it came to Bob's rather unique visiting habits. He would be fine.

[[ door closed, post open! ]]

It was the eopies who made it clear there was something amiss.

He had been inside meditating when it struck him. A sudden surge of alarm in the Force, noise from next door. Obi-Wan had not dared to break open the shack to put in a door to the eopie shelter; so he had to step outside before he could see what might be bothering them.

He didn't need to step any further.

Glitter came pouring down by the handfuls, scattering across his face, crawling into his beard and vanishing into the folds of his robes. He pulled up his hood a moment too late to prevent it from covering the entirety of his hair.

"Now this is inconvenient," he muttered, surveying the glittery desertscape forming before his eyes, "and hardly what I meant when I said something more like Tatooine would still fit me better."

Glitter didn't lend itself nearly as well to maudlin thoughts, just for one thing.

And the eopies were still making noise.

[[ open, sure ]]