The Office of Lady Ghanima Atreides, Monday Evening

[atreideslioness]

It was late when Ghanima left her office that afternoon, having needed to make-up time working on her lesson plans. She pulled her throwing blades out of her target and put them back in her desk, returned her glowglobes to neutral, fluffed the pillows and over-stuffed chairs, and then left without even locking the door

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[fly_so_serious]

Just one tool, really. An omnitool. The ultimate cell phone - Swiss Army knife combo. After his old, crappy one had been trashed by the ghost robot, Joker had taken the money he'd gotten for being on Barry's ethics committee and bought himself a shiny, new, real one over Christmas break. Thanks to the galaxy's lax arms control laws, he'd been able to get a military-grade one without much trouble.
[OOC: this isn't as handwavey as it seems. I'd planned to put up an actual post establishing it back around New Year's, and never got around to it.]As he looked around to make sure no one was watching, slipped on a pair of gloves, and began heading towards Ghanima's office, he began humming the theme from Mission: Improbable to himself. It was almost like a real spy mission! Or heist, maybe. Definitely something worthy of Hollywood. Moving much faster than he normally did -- he hardly even needed the crutches anymore -- Joker dropped a few bottles of rum and a note for the squirrels in the hallway and slipped through the door.