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: (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: (pawn to queen)
Anyone passing by Ghanima's office might hear a rhythmic clicking, the dulled 'thud' of chess pieces moving at rapid speeds as she played against the various tau awarenesses in her mind.

She was in her office today, rather than Friday, because she had a vague sense that her mun is on an airplane that day that it would be best to get her lesson written-up sooner rather than later.

Of course, today was still 'sooner', whenever she got around to it. She just needed to beat the Other Memory of Mohiam a few more times, just for fun.


[Open door, open office, and SP is the name of the game. Viva la OCD-Free Revolution!]

atreideslioness: (pawn to queen)
Anyone passing by Ghanima's office might hear a rhythmic clicking, the dulled 'thud' of chess pieces moving at rapid speeds as she played against the various tau awarenesses in her mind.

She was in her office today, rather than Friday, because she had a vague sense that her mun is on an airplane that day that it would be best to get her lesson written-up sooner rather than later.

Of course, today was still 'sooner', whenever she got around to it. She just needed to beat the Other Memory of Mohiam a few more times, just for fun.


[Open door, open office, and SP is the name of the game. Viva la OCD-Free Revolution!]

atreideslioness: (Unguarded)
The perils of summer, Ghanima had discovered, was that it got harder and harder to convince herself to go into the office when she didn't need to.

There was sun. The temperature was approaching something mildly acceptable. Really, being cooped-up in her office, with no windows, was a crime, especially with the mood she was in.

So today she had the door propped wide-open to let in fresh air, and had abandoned her desk to sprawl out on the floor, indulging herself with treats as she worked on translating an old, leather-bound tome in an unreadable language into a notebook, pausing occasionally to flick doughnut flakes from her work.

The basic rule is this: Never support weakness; always support strength, she wrote, her letters flowing across the page. She'd given Reno the Oath; it was high time he had a copy of the Azhar Book, too. Possibly copies for Merlin and Dinah as well, once their training had progressed a bit farther.

[Office door and post are open, and the OCD is off a-cruisin' down the river, yo.]
atreideslioness: (Unguarded)
The perils of summer, Ghanima had discovered, was that it got harder and harder to convince herself to go into the office when she didn't need to.

There was sun. The temperature was approaching something mildly acceptable. Really, being cooped-up in her office, with no windows, was a crime, especially with the mood she was in.

So today she had the door propped wide-open to let in fresh air, and had abandoned her desk to sprawl out on the floor, indulging herself with treats as she worked on translating an old, leather-bound tome in an unreadable language into a notebook, pausing occasionally to flick doughnut flakes from her work.

The basic rule is this: Never support weakness; always support strength, she wrote, her letters flowing across the page. She'd given Reno the Oath; it was high time he had a copy of the Azhar Book, too. Possibly copies for Merlin and Dinah as well, once their training had progressed a bit farther.

[Office door and post are open, and the OCD is off a-cruisin' down the river, yo.]
atreideslioness: (Beautiful Princess)
Since she'd be chaperoning the Prom tomorrow, Ghanima decided today was as good a day as any to hold her office hours. She wasn't exactly expecting anyone, but she still had class notes to write, and knives to sharpen.

All of her weapons had been fine, once the voodoo curse had worn off, but Ghanima liked triple-checking them anyway.

Either way, she was there, sipping her coffee and working away on the syllabus for the summer.

[Open! SP warning, as the Crazyflakes boss is about.]
atreideslioness: (Beautiful Princess)
Since she'd be chaperoning the Prom tomorrow, Ghanima decided today was as good a day as any to hold her office hours. She wasn't exactly expecting anyone, but she still had class notes to write, and knives to sharpen.

All of her weapons had been fine, once the voodoo curse had worn off, but Ghanima liked triple-checking them anyway.

Either way, she was there, sipping her coffee and working away on the syllabus for the summer.

[Open! SP warning, as the Crazyflakes boss is about.]
atreideslioness: (Child of Dune)
The endless winter of the Americas was starting to grate on Ghanima. Constantly cloudy, constantly chilly... if the island did not relocate somewhere more interesting for the summer, she was going to be vastly annoyed.

Still, there were notes to review, and a class for the summer to write. At least all the paperwork would give her something not bloody cold to focus on.

[Open office is open and SP is the word of the day!]
[The ears magic-talk is NFB, but that Merlin came by is totes FB.]
atreideslioness: (Child of Dune)
The endless winter of the Americas was starting to grate on Ghanima. Constantly cloudy, constantly chilly... if the island did not relocate somewhere more interesting for the summer, she was going to be vastly annoyed.

Still, there were notes to review, and a class for the summer to write. At least all the paperwork would give her something not bloody cold to focus on.

[Open office is open and SP is the word of the day!]
[The ears magic-talk is NFB, but that Merlin came by is totes FB.]
atreideslioness: (daughter of vision)
They'd barely been back for a day, but Ghanima already missed the sand and sunshine of the last week. The water, well, she could live without just fine.

Today she'd spend in her office, trying to get as many of her future classes written as possible, and thinking on her still in-progress conversation with Mr. Durden from yesterday.

This would either be a fantastic success, or a disaster.

[For he with the ears, but open office is open. ETA: That Merlin came by for his Latin lesson is FB, rest of conversation NFB.]
atreideslioness: (daughter of vision)
They'd barely been back for a day, but Ghanima already missed the sand and sunshine of the last week. The water, well, she could live without just fine.

Today she'd spend in her office, trying to get as many of her future classes written as possible, and thinking on her still in-progress conversation with Mr. Durden from yesterday.

This would either be a fantastic success, or a disaster.

[For he with the ears, but open office is open. ETA: That Merlin came by for his Latin lesson is FB, rest of conversation NFB.]
atreideslioness: (Aryeh)
Ghani didn't work with her school issued laptop often, preferring books, pen, and paper to the electronic click of the keyboard. Checking her email once a week was one of her few concessions to the digital age in which she currently lived.

Even if she did distrust the Maker-cursed Machines with a passion.

The email she received today, however, warranted an immediate response.

It was not, perhaps, the most diplomatic response Ghanima could have composed, but for some reason she was having difficulty reigning in her temper this week. )

That accomplished, Ghanima settled in to draw up lesson plans for after-break, occasionally glancing over at her email to see if she had a response.

[Open office is open and fleeing from OCD!]
atreideslioness: (Aryeh)
Ghani didn't work with her school issued laptop often, preferring books, pen, and paper to the electronic click of the keyboard. Checking her email once a week was one of her few concessions to the digital age in which she currently lived.

Even if she did distrust the Maker-cursed Machines with a passion.

The email she received today, however, warranted an immediate response.

It was not, perhaps, the most diplomatic response Ghanima could have composed, but for some reason she was having difficulty reigning in her temper this week. )

That accomplished, Ghanima settled in to draw up lesson plans for after-break, occasionally glancing over at her email to see if she had a response.

[Open office is open and fleeing from OCD!]
atreideslioness: (Princess Royal)
Before going to bed last night, Ghanima had politely informed her hat that it was more than welcome to stay for a bit, and get to know the rest of her haberdashery collection.

Since the hat was still there in the morning, she took that as assent.

Which was why she was working away in her office, the hat perched atop one of her bookcases for decoration.

Some days, Ghanima loved this island.


[Open & OCD Free! I babysit undergrads teach from 12 - 3ish CST today, but should otherwise be around, if slow-ish.]
atreideslioness: (Princess Royal)
Before going to bed last night, Ghanima had politely informed her hat that it was more than welcome to stay for a bit, and get to know the rest of her haberdashery collection.

Since the hat was still there in the morning, she took that as assent.

Which was why she was working away in her office, the hat perched atop one of her bookcases for decoration.

Some days, Ghanima loved this island.


[Open & OCD Free! I babysit undergrads teach from 12 - 3ish CST today, but should otherwise be around, if slow-ish.]
atreideslioness: (Actually?I'm plotting to kill my husband)
Ghanima was in her office again, catching up on yet more correspondence.

If any of it had anything to do with what she had heard on the radio last night, well, it was the prerogative of a twin to tease her brother.

Although now she wondered if she was going to get a younger version of the aforementioned twin in her office today. Perhaps warning him about the squirrels would not be remiss.


[OOC: Open office is open and OCD Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! SP warning applies, as does the 'Highly Caffeinated, Flee in Terror' alert.]
atreideslioness: (Actually?I'm plotting to kill my husband)
Ghanima was in her office again, catching up on yet more correspondence.

If any of it had anything to do with what she had heard on the radio last night, well, it was the prerogative of a twin to tease her brother.

Although now she wondered if she was going to get a younger version of the aforementioned twin in her office today. Perhaps warning him about the squirrels would not be remiss.


[OOC: Open office is open and OCD Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! SP warning applies, as does the 'Highly Caffeinated, Flee in Terror' alert.]

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