Ghanima is looking for a pair of minions TAs for World Mythology, to be determined by the whims of the RNG. Duties include passing out handouts, posting for me if I get eaten by RL, and, if there's a myth you're passionate about, the opportunity to teach class that day ( Read more... )

Her class was over, but Ghanima was in her office anyway, taking the chance to sort through the stacks of papers on her desk.

[ooc:  Door and post are open!]

Tuesday morning found Ghanima hard at work in her office, humming as she started working out class ideas for the summer session.

Be afraid, be very afraid.

[OOC:  Door and post are open, response times may vary.  See store for details.]

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.

It was giving her a vicious pleasure to keep beating Mohiam five games out of six.

The office hours of Ghanima Atreides are now in session.

[OOC:  Door and post are ( Read more... )

Ghanima had a basket of pastries on her desk.  She'd intended to stop by JGoB on her way into the office, but why bother, when Fandom sees fit to provide it for free?

The looks she was giving the wee jesters that kept peering into her office, however, indicated that she would have no problems adding them to the basket of edibles.

The jesters got ( Read more... )

Ghanima had spent the last two days holed up in her suite, pouring over new treaties that Leto had sent her regarding CHOAM and the Spacing Guild.

She was quite possibly going to kill them all.

[OOC:  Door and post are open.  Around until 4:00ish CST.]

The door was open, fresh coffee was brewing, and Ghanima had Fremen music playing in the background.

Her office hours were now in session.

[Door and post are open.]

Ghanima was in her office, coffee brewing as she went over her plans for next week's class.

[Open, as office hours are wont to be!]

Ghanima may or may not be humming happily as she reviews some of the photos she took during yesterday's class.  Not that she'd give them to the yearbook staff or anything.  No.  Never.

[ooc: Door and post are open.]

The door to Ghanima's office is wide open, and the occasional giggle can be heard from somewhere in the towering stacks of books, perhaps just past the piles of papers.  Someone is far far too amused.

[Door and post are oooooopen!]