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This was certainly interesting. Gray had heard the raucous early that morning and had been awoken by guards dragging masters down the hallways in the suites. One of them had asked her name and then after checking their list they had apologized for the inconvenience and left her to go back to sleep. So back to sleep she went, it obviously didn’t affect her- but in the morning she did find it sort of affected her? Indirectly at least. When she walked out of the building and found a large number of people- not just slaves she realized, but slaves, and masters all tied to the ground where they were naked and being tortured. She lit a cigarette slowly as she looked around, this was definitely interesting. What could she have done to spare her this? She didn’t know, but she’d have to keep it up in the future if this was a regular thing. She tried walking around the group but got a little too close in her curiosity and managed to trip over someone’s tied down leg. “Oh for god’s sake,” she muttered as she sat up and inspected her knee. 

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This punishment sucked.  Especially considering it was her first one, or at least the most genuine punishment she’d endured on the island.  The dichotomy of pain and pleasure was one she was intimately familiar with, but this was something else completely.  Rowan was doing the best she could to endure everything that was coming down on her head - and back, and butt, and breasts.  But the fact that she could hear jack squat had her on high alert for any small change in her environment.  A change in the air, smells.  What she hadn’t been expecting was a random touch to her ankle.  It felt like someone might have tripped but ... was that cigarette smoke?  Gods, please don’t put it out on her, she wasn’t meant to be an ashtray.

“What in the name of Odin just happened?”

This was certainly interesting. Gray had heard the raucous early that morning and had been awoken by guards dragging masters down the hallways in the suites. One of them had asked her name and then after checking their list they had apologized for the inconvenience and left her to go back to sleep. So back to sleep she went, it obviously didn’t affect her- but in the morning she did find it sort of affected her? Indirectly at least. When she walked out of the building and found a large number of people- not just slaves she realized, but slaves, and masters all tied to the ground where they were naked and being tortured. She lit a cigarette slowly as she looked around, this was definitely interesting. What could she have done to spare her this? She didn’t know, but she’d have to keep it up in the future if this was a regular thing. She tried walking around the group but got a little too close in her curiosity and managed to trip over someone’s tied down leg. “Oh for god’s sake,” she muttered as she sat up and inspected her knee.

Hunter had been wondering what was going when they heard the commotion outside their room.  They figured it was related to the disaster that was the lottery, a thought that was confirmed when the boogeyman watched the guards sweep up a number of Masters and Mistresses and haul them away.  There was nothing in their records that showed any validity to the Headmaster's proclamation but this wasn't in their purview.  If the Headmaster wanted their opinion, he could ask for it.  Dressing in their usual shrink attire, Hunter headed out to the quad, ostensibly to provide counseling for the people being punished.  As they walked the grounds, Hunter noticed a Mistress trip over a bound slave.  "Oh, do be careful.  We wouldn't want you to injure yourself," Hunter commented, reaching down to help the woman back to her feet.

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Gray was tense; honestly if you’d asked her, she’d been tense her whole life, but she was especially tense as she stepped out of the suite she had been given. There was only one cure for this tension, and she made her way back outside. Her duffel bag was over her shoulder, and her hair swept into a perfect bun, she was ready to find somewhere to dance, the only problem was- she’d left her map of the island upstairs. A huff parted her lips, and not one to normally look to others for help she glanced around before she started to walk, hoping she found a studio she’d be able to use for the time being. After about five minutes of walking and not seeing any sign of a studio she finally broke down and looked at the closest person. “Excuse me, do you know where the dance studio is?” 

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Classes for the day were over, thank the ancestors, because Isabel felt like her brain was filled to the brim with information she was still struggling to process.  Economics and finance were no joke.  Every time she thought she was making headway into the majors that her father had chosen, a test or paper would come back with a failing grade.  But the shifter was still determined to succeed despite each setback she faced.  She’d been deep in her thoughts when a stranger’s voice seemed directed towards her.  “I ... I do, Miss.  Would you like for me to show you the way?”  It would be a distraction, at the very least, freedom from the thoughts that plagued her.