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 ( Read more... )

Moving somewhere new can be disconcerting at the best of times. Moving dimensions, however, brings with it entirely new paradigms of thought.

( Moving to Fandom, in turn, takes those new paradigms of thought, blindfolds them, spins them in circles, and then sends them wandering off in random directions with a paper tail stuck to a thumbtack in hand. )

Ghanima was in her office, contemplating ideas for teaching next semester as a break from working on this semester's notes ( Read more... )

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, ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

After yesterday's interesting conversation with Merlin, Ghanima had gotten all the way home before she realized she left her small emergency case of melange in her office somewhere. And while she had plenty in her suite for her own needs, leaving it out when multiple students had access to her office wasn't a good idea ( Read more... )

Ghanima's final class had been... interesting. She hadn't actually expected people to climb on the sandworms, let alone jump into it.

The children never ceased to amuse amaze her.

Still, she'd made great progress on her books, and Ghanima now had five tidy copies of the abridged Training Manual finished, written neatly in unassuming bound ( Read more... )

Ghanima had a certain amount of prep work that she needed to do for Monday, and for the upcoming break, and since her player was eaten by RL she'd been lazy last week that meant she was in her office today, sorting through piles of very official-looking papers and writing some letters of her own.

This was either the worst idea in the history of ( Read more... )

Ghanima normally didn't go back to her office after class, but she did not want to return to her suite quite yet. Somewhere out there was her stepmother, which was not a bad thing, but still a bit disconcerting.

So Ghanima sought refuge in her translation work; working parts of the Training Manual into a shortened companion volume for the Azhar ( Read more... )

It was almost a relief to be in her office, away from the boring confines of her suite. As... entertaining... as the events of the previous weekend were, Ghanima had absolutely no desire to make Elaine or Noree part of her future any time soon.

And Alexander? Really? Whatever reality that was could stay a future imperfect and never come to ( Read more... )