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: (weelion!Ghani!)
This time, when it hit, Ghanima had been in the middle of a midnight run along the beach, well after radio had aired and most sensible people were asleep. It wasn't like her runs across the dunes at home, not even remotely close, but it would never due to slack her training out of some sense of nostalgia.

Only one moment she was running along, long legs hitting the sand in even strides, and the next it was four legs skittering over the beach.

Four. With paws.

The little lion cub pulled up short in surprise, looking down at her own feet before heaving a great sigh and trotting off to go find her stepmother, or perhaps do some hunting and drop dead-things in someone's bed; maybe Biff or Max would appreciate it. Or better yet, maybe weasel her way into the dorms to go jump on Leto's bed. If she was going to be trapped like this, again, Ghanima wanted to make other people suffer too.

[OOC: Second verse, same as the first. May be without 'nets until Sunday at midnight, or may cling to the computer to save my sanity. Modding rights to [livejournal.com profile] irulan_atreides and [livejournal.com profile] future_sandworm, as always!]
atreideslioness: (weelion!Ghani!)
This time, when it hit, Ghanima had been in the middle of a midnight run along the beach, well after radio had aired and most sensible people were asleep. It wasn't like her runs across the dunes at home, not even remotely close, but it would never due to slack her training out of some sense of nostalgia.

Only one moment she was running along, long legs hitting the sand in even strides, and the next it was four legs skittering over the beach.

Four. With paws.

The little lion cub pulled up short in surprise, looking down at her own feet before heaving a great sigh and trotting off to go find her stepmother, or perhaps do some hunting and drop dead-things in someone's bed; maybe Biff or Max would appreciate it. Or better yet, maybe weasel her way into the dorms to go jump on Leto's bed. If she was going to be trapped like this, again, Ghanima wanted to make other people suffer too.

[OOC: Second verse, same as the first. May be without 'nets until Sunday at midnight, or may cling to the computer to save my sanity. Modding rights to [livejournal.com profile] irulan_atreides and [livejournal.com profile] future_sandworm, as always!]
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: (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: (Wee!Ghani)
Ghanima had awoken this morning to an almighty clamour in her head.  Apparently, Mohiam and Jessica were hyperventilating about something Ghanima had done (was doing?) again, and Chani had gently instructed her daughter to go find breakfast before firmly pulling the inner-door shut between Ghani and her tau awarenesses.

Mind blissfully silent for once, Ghani began poking around the strange quarters.  "Stil!" she yelled, climbing up on a counter to check the cupboards.  "Harah?" 

When no one answered her, Ghani climbed down, and began setting about to go exploring.  This was going to be an adventure, and there was no one here to tell her no. 


[OOC:  Establishy, but open if you'd have reason to pester a seven-year-old Ghanima.  She's still got the blue-on-blue eyes, so she's rather hard to mistake for anyone else, even being wee. 

As a side note, today is Moving Day, so there will be periods of AFK-ness!]
atreideslioness: (Wee!Ghani)
Ghanima had awoken this morning to an almighty clamour in her head.  Apparently, Mohiam and Jessica were hyperventilating about something Ghanima had done (was doing?) again, and Chani had gently instructed her daughter to go find breakfast before firmly pulling the inner-door shut between Ghani and her tau awarenesses.

Mind blissfully silent for once, Ghani began poking around the strange quarters.  "Stil!" she yelled, climbing up on a counter to check the cupboards.  "Harah?" 

When no one answered her, Ghani climbed down, and began setting about to go exploring.  This was going to be an adventure, and there was no one here to tell her no. 


[OOC:  Establishy, but open if you'd have reason to pester a seven-year-old Ghanima.  She's still got the blue-on-blue eyes, so she's rather hard to mistake for anyone else, even being wee. 

As a side note, today is Moving Day, so there will be periods of AFK-ness!]
atreideslioness: (Ghanima: Genderswap 2008)
Ghanima awoke knowing something was wrong.  The voices within her Other Memory were in an uproar, Mohiam in particular, and Ghanima was forced to quickly slam the door between them before they overwhelmed her.

It was only after she staggered into her kitchenette, still shaking from the effort, that she realized what was wrong.

Her skin was not her own.

"This is your fault, isn't it?" she asked her reflection, shrugging her? his? shirt off to check for signs of the living skin.  "This better be a joke, Leto Atreides."  Because if it wasn't...subconscious molecular rearrangement, inability to control her inner tau awarenesses...

Abomination.  

No.  She had escaped Abomination, she would continue to control her Self.  This was...a joke.  Leto's joke, or perhaps the island's.  Either way, this too would pass, swept away by the Coriolis Storm.

She was Ghanima, a spoil of war.  Preborn.  Daughter of the Paul and Chani, Lioness of House Atreides, and twin of Leto.  She would not fear. 

She would, however, kick the shit out of whom or whatever caused this.


[OOC:  Establishy, unless you have a reason to bang on her door at the Arms. 

Yes, Ghani's swapped for the day, and looks exactly like her twin, Leto.  Leto was played by the adorable James in the miniseries, so have some very nice hotness.  Be warned:  she's a bit freaked out, since yes, she *does* actually have enough molecular control to change her body like this, but to do so would be to fall to Abomination.]
atreideslioness: (Ghanima: Genderswap 2008)
Ghanima awoke knowing something was wrong.  The voices within her Other Memory were in an uproar, Mohiam in particular, and Ghanima was forced to quickly slam the door between them before they overwhelmed her.

It was only after she staggered into her kitchenette, still shaking from the effort, that she realized what was wrong.

Her skin was not her own.

"This is your fault, isn't it?" she asked her reflection, shrugging her? his? shirt off to check for signs of the living skin.  "This better be a joke, Leto Atreides."  Because if it wasn't...subconscious molecular rearrangement, inability to control her inner tau awarenesses...

Abomination.  

No.  She had escaped Abomination, she would continue to control her Self.  This was...a joke.  Leto's joke, or perhaps the island's.  Either way, this too would pass, swept away by the Coriolis Storm.

She was Ghanima, a spoil of war.  Preborn.  Daughter of the Paul and Chani, Lioness of House Atreides, and twin of Leto.  She would not fear. 

She would, however, kick the shit out of whom or whatever caused this.


[OOC:  Establishy, unless you have a reason to bang on her door at the Arms. 

Yes, Ghani's swapped for the day, and looks exactly like her twin, Leto.  Leto was played by the adorable James in the miniseries, so have some very nice hotness.  Be warned:  she's a bit freaked out, since yes, she *does* actually have enough molecular control to change her body like this, but to do so would be to fall to Abomination.]

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