atreideslioness: (I am listening)
It had been two weeks since that last, wrenching phone call.

Ghanima sprinkled sand over her letter to Captain Algren, waiting for it to absorb the excess ink and setting it aside. She could only hope that it would arrive at its intended destination, and that she would receive an answer. His journal sat in the chest in her bedroom, wrapped and ready to be returned at the slightest sign that its original owner wished to reclaim it.

She had yet to hear from Biff or Tyler, and either of them only got another day or two before she tried calling on her own. She had no doubt that they were alive, they were both too stubborn to stay vanished forever, but she wouldn't put it past either of them to still be in a drunken celebratory 'the world did not end' stupor.

[OOC: Expecting a call, but open door & open post!]
atreideslioness: (I am listening)
It had been two weeks since that last, wrenching phone call.

Ghanima sprinkled sand over her letter to Captain Algren, waiting for it to absorb the excess ink and setting it aside. She could only hope that it would arrive at its intended destination, and that she would receive an answer. His journal sat in the chest in her bedroom, wrapped and ready to be returned at the slightest sign that its original owner wished to reclaim it.

She had yet to hear from Biff or Tyler, and either of them only got another day or two before she tried calling on her own. She had no doubt that they were alive, they were both too stubborn to stay vanished forever, but she wouldn't put it past either of them to still be in a drunken celebratory 'the world did not end' stupor.

[OOC: Expecting a call, but open door & open post!]
atreideslioness: (Daughter of the Golden Path)
Ghanima had returned to her suite after class, not yet willing to go down to the board of the missing to add Algren and Tyler to the roll.

She had risked the spice trance for nothing, failed to see - to remember - even the slightest glimpse of the future, but there was still the sense that something was just out of reach. Fragments of memories, perhaps, but of things hidden under sands. It was the same feeling she got under her skin when a storm was brewing out in the deep desert, and the worms dove for the planet's core. You could not hold a whirlwind, after all.

Her inner voices were adamant, with Chani at their lead, and Ghanima found herself forced to agree to their demand. She would not try the spice trance again, not while there was still too much at stake.

[OOC: Open!]
atreideslioness: (Daughter of the Golden Path)
Ghanima had returned to her suite after class, not yet willing to go down to the board of the missing to add Algren and Tyler to the roll.

She had risked the spice trance for nothing, failed to see - to remember - even the slightest glimpse of the future, but there was still the sense that something was just out of reach. Fragments of memories, perhaps, but of things hidden under sands. It was the same feeling she got under her skin when a storm was brewing out in the deep desert, and the worms dove for the planet's core. You could not hold a whirlwind, after all.

Her inner voices were adamant, with Chani at their lead, and Ghanima found herself forced to agree to their demand. She would not try the spice trance again, not while there was still too much at stake.

[OOC: Open!]
atreideslioness: (no easy answers)
She had gone out on to her balcony to watch the sun rise, letting the first rays seep into her skin. Now, more than ever, Ghanima missed Dune. Missed the cleansing heat of the sun and sands. This weak sun was not her ideal choice, but it would do. It warmed her, soothed her, and steeled her resolve in what she must do.

That had been hours ago. Years. Centuries. )

She simply needed to see.

[OOC: For one. My canon is a strange and screwed-up place, where this is normal for this family. DELIBERATE DRUG OVERDOSE AND ADDICT BEHAVIOUR WITHIN That Ghanima deliberately overdosed is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (no easy answers)
She had gone out on to her balcony to watch the sun rise, letting the first rays seep into her skin. Now, more than ever, Ghanima missed Dune. Missed the cleansing heat of the sun and sands. This weak sun was not her ideal choice, but it would do. It warmed her, soothed her, and steeled her resolve in what she must do.

That had been hours ago. Years. Centuries. )

She simply needed to see.

[OOC: For one. My canon is a strange and screwed-up place, where this is normal for this family. DELIBERATE DRUG OVERDOSE AND ADDICT BEHAVIOUR WITHIN That Ghanima deliberately overdosed is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (water to the dead)
Ghanima had meditated.

She had counseled herself to patience, to trusting in the Golden Path and Leto, and in the bright minds and indomitable wills of Fandom. This too would pass, brought low like all other challengers to this place.

She had been wrong.

Ghanima had listened to the message fifty, perhaps sixty, times since last night, replaying it over and over as the journal sat heavy in her hands, its letter tucked safely inside. She had given water to the dead, and sung what dirges she could, alone. She had followed the lessons of the Bene Gesserit and look what it had cost her. No more. Not this time.

Stilgar had always said that Ghanima was more Liet than Kynes, Fremen over Imperium, and in this he had always been correct. There was spannungsbogen, and then there was a time to act. And while Ghanima did not relish the path she was about to walk, she saw no other option. The Dune Tarot remained infuriatingly silent - for once - and all her meditations and conversations with her Inner Voices was gaining her nothing but headaches.

She stood, tucking the Maker-damned phone back into her sleeve, the journal going under one arm as she strode over to the medicine chest she kept in her quarters. She was not Alia; she had already mastered her ancestral memory, and Chani stood sentinel against those that would attempt an uprising. Her mother also agreed this most be done, which gave Ghanima the courage to attempt what she was contemplating.

She picked a large jar out of one of the drawers, holding it up; the Spice within it glowed radiant blue in the dim silver light of the pre-dawn hours.

There were preparations to be made. It was worth the risk. No one else.

[OOC: Establishy. NFI, NFB. DUN DUN DUN!]
atreideslioness: (water to the dead)
Ghanima had meditated.

She had counseled herself to patience, to trusting in the Golden Path and Leto, and in the bright minds and indomitable wills of Fandom. This too would pass, brought low like all other challengers to this place.

She had been wrong.

Ghanima had listened to the message fifty, perhaps sixty, times since last night, replaying it over and over as the journal sat heavy in her hands, its letter tucked safely inside. She had given water to the dead, and sung what dirges she could, alone. She had followed the lessons of the Bene Gesserit and look what it had cost her. No more. Not this time.

Stilgar had always said that Ghanima was more Liet than Kynes, Fremen over Imperium, and in this he had always been correct. There was spannungsbogen, and then there was a time to act. And while Ghanima did not relish the path she was about to walk, she saw no other option. The Dune Tarot remained infuriatingly silent - for once - and all her meditations and conversations with her Inner Voices was gaining her nothing but headaches.

She stood, tucking the Maker-damned phone back into her sleeve, the journal going under one arm as she strode over to the medicine chest she kept in her quarters. She was not Alia; she had already mastered her ancestral memory, and Chani stood sentinel against those that would attempt an uprising. Her mother also agreed this most be done, which gave Ghanima the courage to attempt what she was contemplating.

She picked a large jar out of one of the drawers, holding it up; the Spice within it glowed radiant blue in the dim silver light of the pre-dawn hours.

There were preparations to be made. It was worth the risk. No one else.

[OOC: Establishy. NFI, NFB. DUN DUN DUN!]
atreideslioness: (Future Imperfect)
There was something waiting. Ghanima could feel it, hovering at the edges of her prescience like the air before a coriolis storm. Just beyond the dunes, if she cared to look.

Except that would take all the fun out of it. Infinite surprises, as she and Leto craved, and Ghanima resisted the urge to pick up her Dune Tarot. Instead she channeled that restless energy into dusting off her old syllabus and preparing to get back into an academic classroom. Working with Wade was interesting, but had left her with a craving for something a bit more intellectual.

[OOC: for one, please!]
atreideslioness: (Future Imperfect)
There was something waiting. Ghanima could feel it, hovering at the edges of her prescience like the air before a coriolis storm. Just beyond the dunes, if she cared to look.

Except that would take all the fun out of it. Infinite surprises, as she and Leto craved, and Ghanima resisted the urge to pick up her Dune Tarot. Instead she channeled that restless energy into dusting off her old syllabus and preparing to get back into an academic classroom. Working with Wade was interesting, but had left her with a craving for something a bit more intellectual.

[OOC: for one, please!]
atreideslioness: (My Brother / My Self)
"I didn't celebrate last year, you know."

Ghanima paid for the food, giving the delivery boy the usual large tip before sending him away and trying to maneuver her way around the weetiny Christmas tress littering the floor and into the kitchenette of her suite, balancing all six boxes of pizza with ease. "It didn't seem right without you here."

[For the twin who was modded with affection & up early for timezone SP of Love. Although if you have a reason to pester the birthday Atreides, feel free to drop in.]
atreideslioness: (My Brother / My Self)
"I didn't celebrate last year, you know."

Ghanima paid for the food, giving the delivery boy the usual large tip before sending him away and trying to maneuver her way around the weetiny Christmas tress littering the floor and into the kitchenette of her suite, balancing all six boxes of pizza with ease. "It didn't seem right without you here."

[For the twin who was modded with affection & up early for timezone SP of Love. Although if you have a reason to pester the birthday Atreides, feel free to drop in.]
atreideslioness: (weelion!Ghani!)
Ghanima had hid, sensibly, when the change hit this time. She was not ashamed of being male, but looking like Leto could be awkward this time around, and she did not want to make any of the students uncomfortable.

Then Irulan had handwavily spent the night, until they were both back to their true Selves. It had been nice to have company, and her stepmother was usually a joy to spend time with.

Except that Fandom decided it wasn't quite done messing with Ghanima Atreides this week. Not by a long shot.

She had been working diligently on her lesson plan for Monday when she'd leaned back in her chair to stretch out her arms...

...and suddenly found herself arching her back. Without arms. With paws, point of fact, and everything was much larger than it should be.

Oh hell, she thought, wrinkling up her nose as best as a lion cub could. This could be a problem.

Hopefully Irulan or Leto would decide to stop by and let themselves in, or it would be a looooooooong (and boring) transformation.

[Establishy and NFI! Check out this post for availability notice. Also, Ghani's been around two years, and this is her first animal transformation. I kinda had to do it.]

atreideslioness: (weelion!Ghani!)
Ghanima had hid, sensibly, when the change hit this time. She was not ashamed of being male, but looking like Leto could be awkward this time around, and she did not want to make any of the students uncomfortable.

Then Irulan had handwavily spent the night, until they were both back to their true Selves. It had been nice to have company, and her stepmother was usually a joy to spend time with.

Except that Fandom decided it wasn't quite done messing with Ghanima Atreides this week. Not by a long shot.

She had been working diligently on her lesson plan for Monday when she'd leaned back in her chair to stretch out her arms...

...and suddenly found herself arching her back. Without arms. With paws, point of fact, and everything was much larger than it should be.

Oh hell, she thought, wrinkling up her nose as best as a lion cub could. This could be a problem.

Hopefully Irulan or Leto would decide to stop by and let themselves in, or it would be a looooooooong (and boring) transformation.

[Establishy and NFI! Check out this post for availability notice. Also, Ghani's been around two years, and this is her first animal transformation. I kinda had to do it.]

atreideslioness: (The Space Between)
Sometimes, it was very nice to have a standing account with the pizza delivery people. It insured good service and excellent food, and they knew how to get to her suite in record time. It gave Ghanima time to unpack from Special Agent Cooper's wedding instead of trying to fuss in the kitchen, especially since cooking was not one of her favorite hobbies to begin with.

There was a notebook and poster-making materials spread out over her table, sodas in the fridge, and now Ghanima was contentedly perched on the couch with her dinner while she waited for her guest.

It was time to hammer out the new rules for fight club, and they had a lot of work to do. )


[OOC: Preplayed with the beyond-awesomesauce [livejournal.com profile] tyler_back, and up early so that I don't forget. NFI, OOC = Love.]

atreideslioness: (The Space Between)
Sometimes, it was very nice to have a standing account with the pizza delivery people. It insured good service and excellent food, and they knew how to get to her suite in record time. It gave Ghanima time to unpack from Special Agent Cooper's wedding instead of trying to fuss in the kitchen, especially since cooking was not one of her favorite hobbies to begin with.

There was a notebook and poster-making materials spread out over her table, sodas in the fridge, and now Ghanima was contentedly perched on the couch with her dinner while she waited for her guest.

It was time to hammer out the new rules for fight club, and they had a lot of work to do. )


[OOC: Preplayed with the beyond-awesomesauce [livejournal.com profile] tyler_back, and up early so that I don't forget. NFI, OOC = Love.]

atreideslioness: (Beautiful Princess)
Sunday, Ghanima had learned, was a day for lazing about and doing absolutely nothing whatsoever. Even if she hadn't yet finished class for Monday, she refused to get out of bed before noon.

Which is why she continued to ignore her ringing telephone. If it was important, she'd know. That was the joy of being a mild precognitive.

Eventually, however, she got up to listen to the machine, and quickly became amused at the litany of messages. Clearly, their anti-drugs message on Friday had had the opposite effect on the populace.

Laughing, she set about calling everyone back. It was only polite, after all, and perhaps the humiliation when they sobered up would be a good reminder not to over-indulge quite so much.


atreideslioness: (Beautiful Princess)
Sunday, Ghanima had learned, was a day for lazing about and doing absolutely nothing whatsoever. Even if she hadn't yet finished class for Monday, she refused to get out of bed before noon.

Which is why she continued to ignore her ringing telephone. If it was important, she'd know. That was the joy of being a mild precognitive.

Eventually, however, she got up to listen to the machine, and quickly became amused at the litany of messages. Clearly, their anti-drugs message on Friday had had the opposite effect on the populace.

Laughing, she set about calling everyone back. It was only polite, after all, and perhaps the humiliation when they sobered up would be a good reminder not to over-indulge quite so much.


atreideslioness: (Ghani is smirking at you!)
It would, perhaps, shock her students to know that Lady Ghanima always ate her ice cream straight out of the carton.

Ghani, however, was Fremen, and possessed a Fremen hatred of waste. Using extra plates and bowls just seemed silly, when she had a perfectly good container right here. One that she could balance easily against her knees as she read, curled up on the couch of her suite with a book.


Ghanima looked at the communicator for a moment and sighed before moving off her bed to start packing. She had some things to take care of before she left.


[OOC:  Establishy!]
atreideslioness: (Ghani is smirking at you!)
It would, perhaps, shock her students to know that Lady Ghanima always ate her ice cream straight out of the carton.

Ghani, however, was Fremen, and possessed a Fremen hatred of waste. Using extra plates and bowls just seemed silly, when she had a perfectly good container right here. One that she could balance easily against her knees as she read, curled up on the couch of her suite with a book.


Ghanima looked at the communicator for a moment and sighed before moving off her bed to start packing. She had some things to take care of before she left.


[OOC:  Establishy!]

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