atreideslioness: (Lioness of House Atreides)
Ghanima was annoyed.  She was perhaps even bordering on pissed. 

Regardless, she made some phone calls, and sat back to wait. 



[open to all, but she's particularly waiting for the delinquents!!]
atreideslioness: (Lioness of House Atreides)
Ghanima was annoyed.  She was perhaps even bordering on pissed. 

Regardless, she made some phone calls, and sat back to wait. 



[open to all, but she's particularly waiting for the delinquents!!]
atreideslioness: (Spice Eyes)
The door to Ghanima's office was wide open, and anyone passing by might be able to smell gingerbread. 

Having handwavily  stopped by JGoB on her way into the office, Ghanima was busy biting the heads off her gingerbread men as she tried to come up with a syllabus for next semester.


[open!]
atreideslioness: (Spice Eyes)
The door to Ghanima's office was wide open, and anyone passing by might be able to smell gingerbread. 

Having handwavily  stopped by JGoB on her way into the office, Ghanima was busy biting the heads off her gingerbread men as she tried to come up with a syllabus for next semester.


[open!]
atreideslioness: (Lioness of House Atreides)
The door to Ghanima's office was wide open, and anyone passing by would be able to hear her frustration as she desperately tried to come up with an idea for the final. 



[open!  amuse me!]
atreideslioness: (Lioness of House Atreides)
The door to Ghanima's office was wide open, and anyone passing by would be able to hear her frustration as she desperately tried to come up with an idea for the final. 



[open!  amuse me!]
atreideslioness: (Child of Dune)
Her office looked like a sietch. 

Gone were the bare white walls and sterile office furnishings of last week.  Instead there were tapestries and silks draped everywhere, brought with her from the market of Arrakeen, and the scent of cinnamon wafted faintly from the tea on her desk. 

Ghanima was seated at the computer in an attempt to research the professions of this Earth without the 'assistance' of her Other Memory.  Her internal voices were all far too entertained by her students' answers last week for Ghani's comfort, and she was not inclined to let the bemused ego/memories 'help' with this week's lesson.  Especially not Mohiam.


[open!]
atreideslioness: (Child of Dune)
Her office looked like a sietch. 

Gone were the bare white walls and sterile office furnishings of last week.  Instead there were tapestries and silks draped everywhere, brought with her from the market of Arrakeen, and the scent of cinnamon wafted faintly from the tea on her desk. 

Ghanima was seated at the computer in an attempt to research the professions of this Earth without the 'assistance' of her Other Memory.  Her internal voices were all far too entertained by her students' answers last week for Ghani's comfort, and she was not inclined to let the bemused ego/memories 'help' with this week's lesson.  Especially not Mohiam.


[open!]

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