Zoie Beiste

Luke pressed his lips. He didn’t really expect to get away with it, but one had to try, right? At her blunt question though, he tensed almost imperceptibly around his shoulders, and quickly glanced around, but they were alone. “Come now, cordiality isn’t dead, is it?” He joked, though his tone was more flat, then shook his head, “not really a question for a school hall.” He pointed out, though he didn’t try to move past her, “what are the chances you let me go?”

“Depends on who you ask,” he noted, answering the question regardless, “in my circles cordiality is number one even if a murder takes place,” he half joked. He ran his hurt fingers through his hair and arched his brow, “want and need might be different concepts in this context.” He breathed then, weighing his options, “how about, we do go somewhere private with something hot to drink. You can ask me your questions, and I’ll make no promises to answer all of them, but I’ll answer what I can,” he offered, as a compromise, since Zoie had helped him before, and he felt he owed her respect.

Luke was deep inside his head, so he was nearly startled when his name was called, he had almost walked past her when he stopped in instinct, so that they were shoulder to shoulder now. He looked at her, in surprise, then heard the questions and grimaced. Well, great. He made a smile, “hello there, Zoie. Yes, I’m fine, thank you, and you?” He found that often times pretending not to catch someone’s drift worked well, though he suspected it might not with the too insightful therapist. “Just had a little run in. It’s all taken care of.” He offered, hoping it to be enough.

Luke pressed his lips. He didn’t really expect to get away with it, but one had to try, right? At her blunt question though, he tensed almost imperceptibly around his shoulders, and quickly glanced around, but they were alone. “Come now, cordiality isn’t dead, is it?” He joked, though his tone was more flat, then shook his head, “not really a question for a school hall.” He pointed out, though he didn’t try to move past her, “what are the chances you let me go?”

Open - Aftermath

Luke stepped out of the administration’s office, and walked in a quick step out of the building. The dean had assured everything would be taken care of in the way he wanted it to, Mr. Clarington. Sometimes, having his family name wasn’t the worse thing, despite it all. He was still carrying some heavy bruising, starkly visible on his face and knuckles, and though he couldn’t avoid all of the rumors, he had also warned them he’d be taking a couple of days off, to avoid the thick of it. Just having to walk around in campus the last two days, he’d caught enough eyes, murmurs, and whispers. He was ready for all of this to go away.

Luke was deep inside his head, so he was nearly startled when his name was called, he had almost walked past her when he stopped in instinct, so that they were shoulder to shoulder now. He looked at her, in surprise, then heard the questions and grimaced. Well, great. He made a smile, “hello there, Zoie. Yes, I’m fine, thank you, and you?” He found that often times pretending not to catch someone’s drift worked well, though he suspected it might not with the too insightful therapist. “Just had a little run in. It’s all taken care of.” He offered, hoping it to be enough.

Open - Aftermath

Luke stepped out of the administration’s office, and walked in a quick step out of the building. The dean had assured everything would be taken care of in the way he wanted it to, Mr. Clarington. Sometimes, having his family name wasn’t the worse thing, despite it all. He was still carrying some heavy bruising, starkly visible on his face and knuckles, and though he couldn’t avoid all of the rumors, he had also warned them he’d be taking a couple of days off, to avoid the thick of it. Just having to walk around in campus the last two days, he’d caught enough eyes, murmurs, and whispers. He was ready for all of this to go away.

I guess time will tell. … Thank you. I don’t know that I am, yet, but I’ve been working on it. I believe sharing is how we grow, no? If everyone keeps their experience to themselves, then we’ll never know more than what we’ve personally lived through. Ah. That makes sense. I’ve been thinking about that, I don’t see myself with one exclusive claim, and I was wondering if I could stablish a sort of inner hierarchy, or just for specific scenes, in which a claimed switch might be satisfied with aid from their fellow claim-ee.

Here’s to hoping. Ideally, yes, or two switches. If I were to claim two subs then I suppose there’d be no need, but if one of them is a switch, I’d like to think this could meet their needs in that way, and I’d also be more comfortable if they liked each other and had a relationship of their own. I think it’s important for switches and subs to have community even more than for us.

What’s up party people?!

My name is Sam. And, yeah, I’m the new kid on the block. I haven’t really seen anyone around yet so figured I’d introduce myself - Sam, I am…. - and I don’t like green eggs and ham.

Did y'all know there’s actual classes here? I thought this was going to be a big final ‘Hurrah’ kind of thing. Turns out, there’s like actual lectures and assignments and… math.

Anyway, I’m over at Smith Hall, and to whomever may be my new roommate - I hope you like hilarious impressions. And hate shirts as much as I do.

Hiya Sam! Welcome to Bridgeport! I’m Zoie Beiste, I’m a Domme, and I’m the Sex and Relationship Counselor here! Are you into Dr. Seuss? What do you mean you don’t like Green Eggs and Ham?! You’re out of luck with the dining hall, then. Prepare to order out a lot. 

I’m totally kidding by the way. Kind of. 

You’re kidding? Actual classes? Ugh, gross. It’s things like that that makes me happy I’m staff. You’ll be alright though we’ve all been there. I’m here for moral support. 

Thank you! Wait, you mean like the hot chick from Sex Education? Do you have cool little old figurines around your office like she does? That sounds like a solid job, I’m kinda jealous. Do you enjoy it?

I rhyme when I get nervous… I wouldn’t want to do Dr. Seuss disservice….- Okay, I’m not very good at this. I’ll stick with designing video games.

Kind of? I guess I’ll keep my expectations low then.

All kinds, and unlike my rhymes, my expressions are funny 100% of the time…s ….- I’m working on it. What’s the point of spending so much time in the gym if I can’t show it off? And you save so much on laundry.

Any time! You’ve got it! Well, more or less. It’s a little different than what’s portrayed in the show, obviously, but you’re on the right track. I will say that part is true though, I’ve got plenty of figurines and  manipulatives. You could say it comes with the territory. No need for jealousy, all of this glamour and glitz could be yours as well, if you’re interested. I do, I really do. It’s not like I set out to do this necessarily- at least not until the majority of the way through my undergraduate degree. But, it’s my passion. And, it’s important. At least I think so. Plus, helping people. So it’s pretty nifty.

Hey, don’t be so down on yourself, I thought that was pretty cool! A little more work and you could enter a rap battle! Is Video Game Design your major, Sam?

Kind of. The dining hall is pretty great, as far as dining halls go. But, at the end of the day, it’s still a dining hall. 

I can respect that. If we ever host any kind of talent show, you should definitely enter. You're getting there, I see the potential. You know, neither of those answers were what i was expecting, but both were pretty good responses. I dig it. So, you having the best time so far?

PM: Come on over. You know my door is always open to you. You good?