atreideslioness: (Future Imperfect)
Ghanima Atreides ([personal profile] atreideslioness) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2009-08-16 09:58 pm

Destiny & Free Will, Week VII [Monday, Period 4]

The students should have gotten a handwaved notice to dress nicely and meet at the Danger Shop, where they were met by a Ghanima waiting just outside the door.

"Right." Reaching inside her coat, Ghanima retrieved a deck of the Dune Tarot and fanned the cards at them. "Step right up, and ask me what today holds for you. Through there --" she gestured at the door to the Shop with the cards, " -- is the Monte Carlo Casino of Monaco. One of the most famous casinos in the world, renowned for its elegance and architecture."

"Your mission is to take the future I forsee, and try to beat it. If I tell you that you are destined to win big, sit outside and give away chips. If I say you fail, go cheat the casino by whatever means you choose. The only rule is not to get caught doing anything illegal by security; that would be a failure of the exam." Not that Ghanima was actually grading them based on the final, she preferred to look at their overall body of work. "I want to see how many of you manage to flaunt destiny."

"After all," she grinned humorlessly, flipping up the Hanged Man with ease. "Navigating the future is a family talent. Who wants to try and beat the oracular Atreides?"


[OOC: OCD Awaits! And now, I crassssssssssssh. Feel free to tag me ooc if there's a future you want Ghani to give your student, otherwise it will be randomized.]

puppy_fair: (Puppy 2.0!)

Re: Activity: Get Your Future

[personal profile] puppy_fair 2009-08-17 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He was a puppy no matter what shape he was in, it was true!

A puppy who was getting attention. Hiii, ear scratchies. Any reply that he was going to come up with would have to come after this, yes. And if he leaned so far into the ear scratchies that he just so happened to fall sideways with a happy little wumph, what of it?

Actually, it was kinda comfy, there. He looked up at Ghanima, tongue lolling out of his mouth, all happy in his current state of puppiness. He'd approach her when he was less wee and floppy and ask about doing some kind of make-up assignment, perhaps.