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... )

Ghanima supposed, as a responsible instructor, that it was her duty to spend at least a little time in her office today for the friends and family of the graduating seniors ( Read more... )

Ghanima's class had finished on Monday, and most of her work for both summer sessions was already done, but she was in her office anyway, seated on the floor playing chess with herself.

[Open, OCD free, and SP applies.]

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... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

The sun was out, it was warmer than it could have been, and Ghanima had quite enjoyed the walk up to her office from town this morning. Another few weeks, and the weather might actually resemble something sensible ( Read more... )

It was a Friday, which meant Ghanima was in her office again. This time sketching out ideas for a summer class inbetween jotting off letters to home.

If by 'sketching out ideas' you meant 'throw things at options on the wall until something sticks', anyway.

'Ware the flying knives!

[OOC: Open door, open office, and SP is ze rule. It is " ( Read more... )

They'd barely been back for a day, but Ghanima already missed the sand and sunshine of the last week. The water, well, she could live without just fine.

Today she'd spend in her office, trying to get as many of her future classes written as possible, and thinking on her still in-progress conversation with Mr. Durden from yesterday ( Read more... )

Ghani didn't work with her school issued laptop often, preferring books, pen, and paper to the electronic click of the keyboard. Checking her email once a week was one of her few concessions to the digital age in which she currently lived.

Even if she did distrust the Maker-cursed Machines with a passion.

The email she received today, however ( Read more... )