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: (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.]

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