atreideslioness: (Aryeh)
Since she'd gotten so much reading accomplished yesterday, Ghanima was back in her office today to continue her productive steak. This time with piles of scrolls all over her desk, and an ego-likeness recorder set up next to them.

"Begin recording," she said, waving a hand over the machine while still reading though the masses of paper before her. "Hail and well met to the Great Houses, you may be seated. In regards to the trade agreements set before us, we have studied them most carefully and find them disingenuous at best and deliberately insulting at worst..."

Leto did so send her the best projects. It was a day for Politics in Office #22, which really was the same thing as dealing with parents.

[OOC: Open door, open post.]
atreideslioness: (Game On)
Today's meet and greet was for the students and their loved ones (and tolerated-ones) to reconnect, and so Ghanima went to open up her office instead; piles of research materials neatened up, tea brewing slowly, and Ghanima behind her desk, already at work on her notes for next week's class.

While her office may not be what some parents would expect at an educational institution -- long gone were the sterile furnishings of your typical American office in favor of overstuffed chairs and cushions, with tapestries and silks draped everywhere, brought with her from the market of Arrakeen -- she had removed her throwing blades from the dart board. Ghanima was the very image of a perfectly respectable professor... if your idea of respectable included glowing blue-on-blue eyes.

In honor of the visiting guardians, the office hours of Ghanima Atreides were now in session.
atreideslioness: (History)
It was late when Ghanima left her office that afternoon, having needed to make-up time working on her lesson plans. She pulled her throwing blades out of her target and put them back in her desk, returned her glowglobes to neutral, fluffed the pillows and over-stuffed chairs, and then left without even locking the door.

In the years that Ghanima had been at Fandom, she had grown to trust the people around her, to an extent. When once the the spice melange was kept only in her suite, under lock-and-key, the school itself had withstood so many sieges that Ghanima felt comfortable keeping a small emergency sample in her office, along with her other Sayyadina and Bene Gesserit herbal supplies.

That did not mean she was a fool.

The apothecary chest was one of Bene Gesserit design, each drawer having a unique puzzle lock, which solving then made the physical lock accessible. The cataloging labels in Chinese was Ghanima's own private system, a version of the language so old that few people on Earth spoke it beyond scholars of ancient literature, although a few might be able to read it. It had a place of honor in her office, next to her desk, and was almost as high as she was tall. It would take a miracle for someone to find what they were looking for in there.

A miracle. Or perhaps just the right sort of intelligence and a few tools beyond that of this time-period.

[OOC: For one! NFB PLZ!]
atreideslioness: (Default)
Ghanima had been splitting much of her time between the school and the palace as of late, and her portal barely got her back to Fandom in time for Parent Weekend. The time-differences between home and the island were hard to map, and she had much to accomplish on Dune in the next few....hours? Weeks? She gave a mild frown, but dismissed it immediately. She was Atreides. It would all happen as it must.

For today, however, she was in her office. The door open, the coffee brewing, and her office appearing as it always did; the warm, cushion-filled room of a seitch instead of a 'proper' professorial office as she waited for the parents of her students.


[Open door, open post, will be afk for a bit as I go pick up more moving boxes.]
atreideslioness: (Default)
Ghanima had been splitting much of her time between the school and the palace as of late, and her portal barely got her back to Fandom in time for Parent Weekend. The time-differences between home and the island were hard to map, and she had much to accomplish on Dune in the next few....hours? Weeks? She gave a mild frown, but dismissed it immediately. She was Atreides. It would all happen as it must.

For today, however, she was in her office. The door open, the coffee brewing, and her office appearing as it always did; the warm, cushion-filled room of a seitch instead of a 'proper' professorial office as she waited for the parents of her students.


[Open door, open post, will be afk for a bit as I go pick up more moving boxes.]
atreideslioness: (No man's spoil of war)
Ghanima had been....delayed in reaching the radio station last night, but it sounded like Mr. Starsmore and his friends had been more than capable of handling themselves. In truth, she had been delaying, spending most of the weekend by her self down at the beach, slightly sad that Leto had not come to visit her and Irulan.

But she had a responsibility to her students, and so Ghanima was here today, the heady scent of coffee and cinnamon filling her office as she made arrangements for next week's class.

[Open door, open post]
atreideslioness: (No man's spoil of war)
Ghanima had been....delayed in reaching the radio station last night, but it sounded like Mr. Starsmore and his friends had been more than capable of handling themselves. In truth, she had been delaying, spending most of the weekend by her self down at the beach, slightly sad that Leto had not come to visit her and Irulan.

But she had a responsibility to her students, and so Ghanima was here today, the heady scent of coffee and cinnamon filling her office as she made arrangements for next week's class.

[Open door, open post]
atreideslioness: (Ghani is smirking at you!)
Ghanima was in her office, contemplating ideas for teaching next semester as a break from working on this semester's notes.

If by 'contemplating' you meant pinning the options to the dartboard and throwing knives at them. It was, by far, the most entertaining method of choosing a class Ghanima had come up with yet.

If asked, she'd claim it was a bad habit picked up from Aly, and she'd only be mostly-lying.

[OOC: For a canary and massive SP, but door and post are open.]
atreideslioness: (Ghani is smirking at you!)
Ghanima was in her office, contemplating ideas for teaching next semester as a break from working on this semester's notes.

If by 'contemplating' you meant pinning the options to the dartboard and throwing knives at them. It was, by far, the most entertaining method of choosing a class Ghanima had come up with yet.

If asked, she'd claim it was a bad habit picked up from Aly, and she'd only be mostly-lying.

[OOC: For a canary and massive SP, but door and post are open.]
atreideslioness: (Lioness of House Atreides)
The office was still tidy, and a fresh pot of tea was ready and waiting. Ghanima was busy working away on class for Monday, filling the time between parents with reading.

[Door & post open, standard SP disclaimer applies because OMGPARENTWEEKEND EEEEEEEEE. Ghanima's conversation with Tseng is FB, anything about Elena's issues is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (Lioness of House Atreides)
The office was still tidy, and a fresh pot of tea was ready and waiting. Ghanima was busy working away on class for Monday, filling the time between parents with reading.

[Door & post open, standard SP disclaimer applies because OMGPARENTWEEKEND EEEEEEEEE. Ghanima's conversation with Tseng is FB, anything about Elena's issues is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (Princess Royal)
Ghanima had straightened up her office as a concession to any of the parents that might stop in. The piles of papers had vanished neatly into file drawers, all herbs, tinctures, and poisons had been locked in to her cabinet, and she had already started tea -- minus the Spice, of course -- in the tea service.

She was even sitting behind the desk, for once, instead of on it.

[Open door, open office, major SP until about 6 CST as I am slammed at work!]

atreideslioness: (Princess Royal)
Ghanima had straightened up her office as a concession to any of the parents that might stop in. The piles of papers had vanished neatly into file drawers, all herbs, tinctures, and poisons had been locked in to her cabinet, and she had already started tea -- minus the Spice, of course -- in the tea service.

She was even sitting behind the desk, for once, instead of on it.

[Open door, open office, major SP until about 6 CST as I am slammed at work!]

atreideslioness: (Litany Against Fear)
After class, Ghanima decided she'd go into her office and get the work done that she hadn't been able to finish due to her unfortunate transformation. After all, her lessons weren't going to finish themselves, and she knew she wouldn't have time what with the upcoming parent visits.

[For a flowering ninja, but open door / open post!]
atreideslioness: (Litany Against Fear)
After class, Ghanima decided she'd go into her office and get the work done that she hadn't been able to finish due to her unfortunate transformation. After all, her lessons weren't going to finish themselves, and she knew she wouldn't have time what with the upcoming parent visits.

[For a flowering ninja, but open door / open post!]
atreideslioness: (Actually?I'm plotting to kill my husband)
Ghanima was in her office after class today, pour over various religious texts. Just because she knew most of them by heart didn't mean that there wasn't something she'd missed earlier.

Any popcorn or giggling that might be going on, well, that was something else altogether. Ghanima had an odd sense of humor.

[OOC: Open door, open office, but I'm going back to bed for a bit. SP is win.]
atreideslioness: (Actually?I'm plotting to kill my husband)
Ghanima was in her office after class today, pour over various religious texts. Just because she knew most of them by heart didn't mean that there wasn't something she'd missed earlier.

Any popcorn or giggling that might be going on, well, that was something else altogether. Ghanima had an odd sense of humor.

[OOC: Open door, open office, but I'm going back to bed for a bit. SP is win.]
atreideslioness: (Default)
After the inner turmoil of the last few days, Ghanima found it soothing to be in her office, treaties and other stacks of paper littering her desk as she ignored them in favor of working on a class for next semester.

There were a few different options on the table, and she was sorting through them, taking the occasional note. This would either be very interesting, or a complete disaster.

[For he of the ears, if you please.]
atreideslioness: (Default)
After the inner turmoil of the last few days, Ghanima found it soothing to be in her office, treaties and other stacks of paper littering her desk as she ignored them in favor of working on a class for next semester.

There were a few different options on the table, and she was sorting through them, taking the occasional note. This would either be very interesting, or a complete disaster.

[For he of the ears, if you please.]
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!]

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