atreideslioness: (I am listening)
It had been two weeks since that last, wrenching phone call.

Ghanima sprinkled sand over her letter to Captain Algren, waiting for it to absorb the excess ink and setting it aside. She could only hope that it would arrive at its intended destination, and that she would receive an answer. His journal sat in the chest in her bedroom, wrapped and ready to be returned at the slightest sign that its original owner wished to reclaim it.

She had yet to hear from Biff or Tyler, and either of them only got another day or two before she tried calling on her own. She had no doubt that they were alive, they were both too stubborn to stay vanished forever, but she wouldn't put it past either of them to still be in a drunken celebratory 'the world did not end' stupor.

[OOC: Expecting a call, but open door & open post!]
atreideslioness: (I am listening)
It had been two weeks since that last, wrenching phone call.

Ghanima sprinkled sand over her letter to Captain Algren, waiting for it to absorb the excess ink and setting it aside. She could only hope that it would arrive at its intended destination, and that she would receive an answer. His journal sat in the chest in her bedroom, wrapped and ready to be returned at the slightest sign that its original owner wished to reclaim it.

She had yet to hear from Biff or Tyler, and either of them only got another day or two before she tried calling on her own. She had no doubt that they were alive, they were both too stubborn to stay vanished forever, but she wouldn't put it past either of them to still be in a drunken celebratory 'the world did not end' stupor.

[OOC: Expecting a call, but open door & open post!]
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!]

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