He had not done it for a while but it was rather nostalgic as he lazed about in the branches of his favorite tree. There were so many girls he snatched up here but the day had been too hot and bright for him to make it all the way to the campus so he took a rather long brake here.

His skin tone camouflaged in and it was still early in the day. The new arrivals came today and he along with a great deal of others checked out the latest stock. He was somewhat picky in his targets searching out one or two qualities he like best. Sometimes something caught his attention in a past memory that he could use, sometimes a girl had a quality he liked.

One of his minds remained aware as he rested in the rare event that he had to respond to something. Time, a human invention, normally meant little to him save for the rare occasion such as this day. When hat time approached he roused himself, slipped from his tree and made it to the pier noting it was overcast now.

Got to love a tropical island, even though he still disliked lightning storms. He hoped there would be none today. Due to his abilities he could get closer to the plane. Anyone that saw him would see him as a fellow student.

As girls disembarked some already had a following as this monster and that slipped off to pursue their target. His had not left yet. As always the girls were attractive but he often needed more than a pretty face to pass the time with. But he was fond of red heads and one just got off the plane now.

Interested he scanned her mind, first her surface thoughts then her history. An idea sprang to mind and so far so good, no other monsters seemed to target her straight away. As slow as he was she would be able to get to the dorm ahead of him. On the way he considered his gamut of disguises. Some stood out now but she was new and not likely to recognize any of them.

So wrapped in the guise of Ruby, one of his favorites he stole from Ryu's memory he wrapped on her door. Acquiring the information as to where she was had been easy, essentially he grabbed the answer to the question he sought from the minds he past until she came into his range and he could feel her and follow this brain activity to it's source.

Shokushu Time is 07:20

"No thanks," she declines to a stewardess going through the aisle. Lauren didn't even both to look as see what exactly it was being offered.

"Okay, I'll come back around and make sure you are okay." The seating arrangements had her in the center columns with one neighbor to the right with an empty seat to the left. Apparently there were not so many students heading for the school this trip.

"Uh, thanks again." The red headed student was not feeling her best. Flying was not like being on a boat, so it wasn't motion sickness, but when they took off, the feeling in her ears, driven in like a nail, now turned much as a screw would, piercing her temple from the back of her jaw down to the nape of her throat. They said something like this was easily solved by opening and closing her mouth. She's been yaking it for almost a hour after the flight really took off and had a steady trail some thousands of feet in the air. Then...

...She doesn't remember. Waking up with drool running down the side of her cheek, leaning to the side, almost like she lost consciousness, and some how decided to share this other girl's shoulder as a pillow.

"Sor- Oh." The neighbor was out too. Instantly twisted towards those across the aisle. Out like lights. Twirling around in her seat. Everyone was out.

"What the hell?" The seat leans back as she crawls on top of it, pulling her knees into the back of the cushion, and gripping a hold of the head rest tightly. There was absolute darkness out the window. Not the kind that comes from night. No, this was pitch black. No light. Not even the plane's sources emitted any. It was sort of disturbing.

Then that is when she caught sight of it. The corner of her hazel colored eyes took in the peripheral. Not looking directly at it. Not yet. The fear in her was overwhelming. It caused her to be stock still. Stunned? Paralyzed. No, absolutely petrified. The only thing coming from her that made her appear alive was the horripilation of her pale flesh, the sweat running down, and the small utterance of her horrified breathing groaning out.

It came around, right above the catatonic passenger behind her seat, looking right at her, and it spoke.

"Please sit back down in your seat. We will be arriving and landing shortly. Remember to buckle up."

It reached out to her, caressing her cheeks to remove the trail of drool, slowly sliding its appendage down her jawline, over the girl's slender throat, and gripped her by the shoulders to force her to turn around and gently sit back into her seat. It rolled across her shoulders and down, slipping past her collar into the uniform white button blouse to wedge between the curves of her breasts, sliding back and forth further across the youth's flat tummy to poke out the other end. It took a grip of one buckle, pulling it across her lap to grab the strap of its belt, and -YANKED- real tight.

Then she woke up. Wiped the drool off her cheek and chin. She must have dozed off. That was quite a nightmare. The face, body, form, whatever it was that she saw, it couldn't be recalled or imagined. Not even the way the voice was sounded like anything remotely human. Although, it seem to speak like one of the stewardesses.

Lauren looks around to see the jumble of activity. Seemed like we landed a few minutes ago and all the fellow students were prepared to disembark.

"Okay, well that was fucked," the neighboring blonde next to her gathered belongings while giving Lauren a look, "... Bad dream."

"Oh," that was that. The blondie mouses out the other side of the aisle.

At the same time, the red headed student was being challenged with her seat belt. After a few seconds, it popped free, and then the pain shot through her stomach. The blouse is yanked free of her skirt up to the naval to see what the hell happened. It is so damn tight, a red imprinted crescent had formed, feeling like it breached her abdominal wall. The belt must have been tugged tighter during her slumber. At least, that is what she thinks happened.

Taking a moment to recover from the accidental bondage, she registers in all the different faces passing by, tucks her white blouse back into the hem of her waist, and reaches in the empty seat for her navy to put on. The lot of students herd themselves out of the plane in ones or twos down the docking hall. She was one of the singles, not having struck up a conversation with anyone, and wandered out of the hall into the brighter light of day. Still seemed rather early.

"I hate dreams," shaking her head gently to remove the memory of that nightmarish event on the plane. Her head held a bit high, looking at anyone in the eyes if they turned to look her way, and smiled at them to show no hostility. Impressing, that was one thing she learned to do well. It was one thing to look intimidating with her physique, another to appear arousing in the right set of clothes, but if you wanted to give the best first impression, have a bit of both with a welcomed personality associated. She didn't feel like talking, so a smile would suffice it, move on, and see where her luggage is being kept at.

Shokushu Time is 10:30

"What do you mean there isn't another bag!?" A red faced Lauren interrogates the service counter.

"I am sorry, but according to our records, the unauthorized contents were reprimanded. We may compensate you for your losses by sending a credit amount?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? What in there was not allowed?"

"Oh, we don't allow a number of belongings that students regularly bring, but if it was outstanding, we would have taken you in for questioning, so, nothing serious. We provide our students with absolutely all their needs and desires while guests to our island. Please, just leave us a list of anything that did not make it, and we will send them to your dormitory headmistress. She will be the one to handle the res-"

"Fine. When?"

"-t of- Oh. Either later today or no later than tomorrow evening."

With that, she leaves the counter. This was a fucking joke. Shampoos, conditioners, body lotion, deodorant, soap, hair spray, eye liner, lipstick, powder blush, and more were in that bag. Some of it she knew would be found here, but there were a number of other things that came into account which would be hard press to find, such as make-up to cover her freckled face and nose. It takes awhile to find the exact tone of color for that sort of thing. What the hell were they taking these things from students for? Did they think there was a chemical compound hidden inside? As far as she was concerned, she didn't look like a damn terrorist.

Frustrated at this turn of events, the fiery student heads to this so called dormitory.

Shokushu Time is 13:10

"-to the left of the cafeteria. When you head further up the lot, it will go past a gate, and that will be the pool. We try to keep the two separate because of hygiene issues between the two. Too many students didn't bother to shower after working out in the gym and went straight into the pool. Now, we make certain it is gated off, with a station in between the two, to keep them in check, and we even have a guard securing the spot respectfully to preserve order. Some of us here are not patient in lines or waiting rooms... Here is your room, 1303."

Oh my God, this chick chirps non-stop! Out of a 100 words, she would get in 1, and that switched from a "yes" or "no" to a count of "1, 2, 3" if it involved how many times a day services were performed on each dormitory wing. Without much further to walk, the mistress unlocks the door, leading in, followed by Lauren, and inspects the room for it to be all in order.

"Bed will need their sheets and blankets deposited in the hamper no more than twice a week, every other day, and we will send someone during your classes to vacuum. Come get me tomorrow. I'm sure your new personal belongings will have arrived and I can show you were to drop off your laundry."

With that, she waves to Lauren leaving, and closes the door.

"OH Chrissakes!" A walk to the bed with a twisting back landing later, she rest on her bed with her legs hanging off the edge. No sooner than half a minute passes is there a knock. "Oh, what now?" She sits up, smooths out her skirt down her pale thighs, and announces, "The door should be unlocked?"

-Knock- -Knock-

"Should be? ... Aw, hold on." The door might automatically lock on the outside, like a hotel, to keep random students from accidentally barging in on someone else's room.

Lauren opens the door.

Indeed the doors auto locked but for different reasons entirely. First it prevented a student from walking in unexpected when a monster occupied it with a target. Second was to limit a girl that was being chased from ducking into all but a few of the public rooms. Thus, it was easier to chase them down. Not that he was much for chasing after targets.

It was easy enough to stop them, easier to steal their schedules from their memories on the rare occasion where a monster got involved. He had numerous options and knowing where and when to locate a girl or just coming to their dorm like now had been the better options.

These doors were never an issue for him. Either one of two options worked for him. He had no bones given a humanoid shape more or less by his own will. He could compress himself and with enough time he could squeeze through cracks. Easier still was just using telekinetic abilities to open it.

But his aim had been to blend in and n neither was a method for a student so he knocked and waited. There were new thoughts on her mind, issues that had been more recent which was not unusual but his choice of the Ruby guise got additional use.

He had one mind going through details of her mind while another focused on her.

“Hi. Lauren, is it? Ruby Sakomoto.” She had a brief tour, given the approach of the storm it wasn't so detailed not that there was much that was different then most other campuses out there. It was more knowing where things had been laid out.

Quickly he was scanning her mind over the most recent things on back to her recent trip. He had already retrieved a tidbit of information earlier and wished to revisit that memory just to be sure that he had collected all the facts.

“Let me guess, no make up,” a fellow redhead noting the new arrival and having gone through the matter herself once upon a time. Ruby smiled at her as she stood there at the door. “I bet that they haven't decided to make much of a tour of this place yet either with the storm coming in. It rains a lot here so expect delays here and there, especially if you're going to be on one of the outdoor sports teams like soccer or lacrosse. Rain delays and what not.”

He did hit on something, her foggy memories of the plane trip. It wasn't unique that someone might recall a glimpse of something and dismiss it as a dream it wasn't too common. Komiko remembered something but in her case it was buried, nothing she had recalled even as a dream. He had discovered it by chance when he had been scrolling through her memories. This one was clearer, but he knew where it had been filed away in her mind. He noted this but moved on.

“But if you want to risk getting a little wet there is a mall on the campus, well they call it that but it's more a campus store that tends to take requests and carries a lot of those hard to get items barring the stuff the school doesn't allow. Often it takes a while for anything to come in if it needs to be ordered.”

Shokushu Time is 13:12

A nod of her head acknowledged that is her name. Ruby or Sakamoto, a wonder of which of those two names she prefers to be called. There was something in the back of her mind that suggested the last name was to be used formally and the first personally. Maybe that is wrong. There is an inclination of her psyche that didn't care.

Again, this fellow student gave Ruby the nod, confirming the loss of that precious masking. Two nods down and they were still in the doorway. It was probably for the best that she either invite her inside or close the door behind her for the two of them to move along else where. Thing was, she had not thought of any place to go-

"Mall?" Never mind that earlier comment about having no destination in mind. *TARGET ACQUIRED*

"No, no. I don't mind." A smile to impress upon the other red head before switching gears, "How far is it?" A hand gestures for the instigator to lead the way.

It didn't bother her that this 'mall' was not an exact representation of its given name. What did matter? Oh, the chance that they have just about everything lost to her by going through customs.

Speaking of certain things going through places and getting lost, that mind of hers can be a tricky gray sponge to navigate, and if you didn't hold onto something, it wouldn't be liable for losing track, and that meant any path taken by intrusive presences scoping out the cranial joint. Recent memories go back quite a few days, from saying her goodbyes, packing the luggage, giving her parents an awkward hug, open letters from one school after another up until Shokushu's admittance envelope is revealed, and a few dinners or suppers with neighbors before being allowed to crash on their couches. Quite a welcoming community.

There is one footnote that tugs. Outstanding and disarranged, from the recent memoirs, comes a moment that we humans enjoy calling 'time.' The memory is not clandestine enough to grasp when this happened, but it is a juicy relation to what goes on regularly on the island. Droplets rain down over Lauren's bare figure in a spacious room. It is a shower. There is a lapse in time before it becomes apparent there is another in the shower with her. For a fleeting split instance, the probing third eye locks its gaze with the hazel girl's own perceptive look, before pain smashes into her chest and bound arm. A clouded frame without description that comes up behind to begin hotdogging tightly against her body. The obscured figure grinds his wedged dick anxiously for a short time, where the red head is held against her will to the wall in front of her, as a second later comes a mob of people lead by a single janitorial man with a mop. Freed from the rapist, she drops to the floor, holding her braising breasts from the roughly rubbed time against that jagged wall, and looks on around her at the scene unfolding as the shower continues to pour over her head...

Shokushu Time is 13:47

... Pouring over her head, she looks like a wet red rat, long frowning face, unamused bags under her eyes, and slouching half over under the canopy. "Yep. A little wet. Don't mind it at all." Goddamn storm. Why in the world did she agree to go out here- OH RIGHT! The store. Well, at least it doesn't close until 4pm, which is a little over 2 hours away. Plenty of time to wait out the downpour here... If it is going to abate.

She was one of few words, not that it had mattered much to one of his abilities. A few nods and he had her attention. He smiled at her or rather Ruby did. His mouth tendrils moved and flicked in the species equivalent of one reflected by the actions of what she saw.

All the while he reviewed the information he searched for. There had been a brief consideration of the name, the differences between culture that she dismissed soon enough as unimportant. Ruby smiles again. “Oh, yes. I guess campus store doesn't quite suit, nor mall. And please, call me Ruby.”

“It's not too far ...”

Before long they had been off. Things were progressing well without his ability to plan for this. The weather worked out perfectly. It was dark enough not to impair his vision much and best of all had been the downpour.

He got to steal glimpses at her wet body comparing it to the memories. Hm, another detail he just noted, the mark left on her breast from the incident.

“A tropical island and you think I would have gotten an umbrella by now. Each time they get them in they go pretty quick and I never bother to special order one in thinking I'd just pick up one next time since they always stock them. Oh, well.”

Reaching their destination she would find that the campus store was quite large. There were sections for school supplies, sections for cosmetics, sections for casual clothes and so on. Not to mention foods, mostly sweets. In essence the place was more like a convenience store.

“You got your commissionaire card? Each month they give you credit. There are somethings you can do to get more credit like working at the shop or taking on certain assignments. Basically it's a credit account the school gives you to get basic needs and such in addition to getting meals at the cafeteria which we all get, provided we show up on time. Otherwise we have to fall back on what we pick up. Word of advice, if you see something you want grab it quick. There's no telling how long it will last or when it will be in next unless you have it ordered.”

It never rained long as frequently as it did. Already he was putting that to work for him planning out his next move.

Shokushu Time is 14:01

Umbrella. Umbrella.

"Umbrella, umbrella, umbrella..." Classic Black label was stuck on an empty canister. Short Automatic had countless names jotted down columns on with room numbers rowed with them on a packet of papers. Pocket-Sized just had a picture of each color and brand with the website to visit for orders. There appeared to be plenty of those cheap Artsy types, the one that came off the production line of some bootleg factory. Maybe. Just maybe she will take her short comings and nab one of those... Nah, those didn't sell because they would only last one storm before going inert or popping off like a harpoon gun.

"-those bubble umbrellas, the ones I can pull over my head and see through them, yeah? I ordered it five days ago and I received a message that it was delivered, but it wasn't." A student with turquoise hair and an uppity voice was saying this as she passed by. Guess they were not kidding about the demand here. Oh, here was one of those designer high wind types. It gets spun around to the side with the price tag and- NOPE! Want to know how expensive it was? A commuter could give up and live snugly in their home if they had that kind of cash to throw away. Torqu-girl exclaimed triumphantly exposing the folded umbrella outside before making a dash for it. 'Lucky,' she thinks.

A small army of mini paper umbrellas for drinks lined the shelves with Parasols lumbering beneath. There was something odd about one of them. She reaches down, brushes off the top most beach umbrella, to uncover a hidden gem. Someone must have misplaced this one. Lauren picks and holds the umbrella up to look at the tag sticker stating, 'Fits In Golf Bags! - Shokushu Golf Club' Didn't know there was a golf course here, but, okay.

"I have a meeting tomorrow with the head of our dormitory. She's suppose to give me everything I need." Somehow, she didn't get that impression at first, but had to rethink that after hearing about a commissionaire card. Just had to be sure there was actual stock to purchase with it, like now. The red head holds out the Golf Umbrella to pass onto Ruby, "Here." A bright -FLASH- illuminates the entire outdoors. A few seconds later is the rumble of thunder. It was hard to tell if that meant the storm was passing or bearing down on the island. In any case, the shopping must go on. Even if it is just window shopping until that card lands in her lap.

'Wonder if they have any matte lipstick,' she wonders. There are quite a few thoughts pouring like the rain had on her noggin, it was like juggling; a list of facial and skin care, what to eat tomorrow for breakfast if she didn't have a card yet, did the gym have clubs, are their tryouts, who were the professors, is there an attendance point system, will she get all her mail or is the postal going to take that away too like her luggage, and etc. Nothing too interesting to note from this act. The only thing that would be revealing is the mystery how she sleeps at night with these many stresses popping in her brain. Probably would be good for her to go out and unload at a party. Oh! There we are...

Memories of her growing up in that neighborhood and the surrounding communities with their indoor/outdoor cookouts when she was a kid. A transition from child to teen. Now it was a nightly slamming party without an end to the drinking. The guests bravely present their maturity with the consumption, stupidity, sexuality, and daring games. Here is Lauren within a number of these parties always getting grabbed at by some jerk. In her head, she thinks the guy has a crush on her or something, but following after those memories, it is never founded. Within her late teens, it just gets more sensually and dangerously wild; sex, fights, bets, gossip, bravado, vandalism, and drugs. Most of those sins she avoids, only watching, witnessing, cheering, and applauding the acts of depravity when it unfolds. It appeared to be a thrilling time of her life to be part of.

Now it looked like a drag. Island of the School with their regulations and restrictions, resources, and maybe even laws permitted by whomever governs. That did tease her a bit, 'Who is in charge?' It probably didn't matter as long that she followed the guided line here. At least, they better provide for her here, but she won't know until that meeting.

Shokushu Time is 14:43

A while after, the storm does seem to devolve into a drizzle. The shop is still open, but the red heads killed enough time there, or at least Lauren thought so.

"I'm not really into sweets. Is the cafeteria still open?"

Ruby flinches at the flash, habit, he hated lightning though he did not mind the thunder so much. Even with the inhibitors in place he had a particular weakness against it. All the inhibitors did was make an unbearable attack into something he could endure.

Tentacles quivered, the memory of severing some in the past due to the damage they took was still fresh enough but for one of his talents it was hard to forget. Forget going back out there anytime soon but that gave him another idea. As it was hanging out here for a bit was part of the plan now.

Taking the umbrella from her he inspects it. This was unorthodox but it would due. He actually found that people that thought out of the box managed to surprise him more during the elaborate scenes he manifested. While he had not thought of anything to elaborate it made him consider that for a future date pending how things went of course.

“I take it you don't have a card yet? Don't worry about this.” A purchase was made or appeared to any way. He remained close while they looked around. All the while he was drinking in her thoughts, some he would intrude on without seeming to do so himself. Nothing more than small coincidences. As she thought about who ran this place Aegir would give a warning about staying clear of the Prefects.

“They're like police but worse. There the ones with blue sashes. They work under the head girls who in turn work under the head master, whom I've never seen. I think there are five head girls, never seen any of them but each have their own team of Prefects, fellow students and what not. Can't avoid seeing them from time to time.”

Now what was this about parties? He explored some of those memories. “Meet the right people and you can still party or get a hold of contraband. But it comes at a risk, if the Prefects ever find out ...”

Ruby trailed off as they waited out the storm. At mention of the cafeteria she grins at her. “I could show you that but you still don't have a card. An oversight. Meals are free but they still scan them. But we can go about getting you a card easy enough. Or,” she pauses as she looks at her then grins, “if you're a bit daring we could filch something. It wouldn't be so great if you got in trouble the first day and it's a quick jaunt to the gym since we wouldn't be able to eat there … say, you didn't find any cream?”

Shokushu Time is 14:45

Prefects, the five Headgirls, and a Headmaster. This was foreign. Sakomoto, again this is another culture clash she didn't care for, but started to worry. The closest she could come to imagine a school force, if like the police, would be trained security. Would they be carrying weapons too? She needed to know more about them before any trouble brews. It isn't like she has bad blood with authority, but not knowing the grounds rules, who enforces them, and the orchestrations makes any stance on or against it impossible. How would you feel, standing before God's judgement, not knowing if you support or cry fowl listening to your fate without prior knowledge of the commandments? Probably not good, but it's God's law and your insignificant knowledge means nothing to keeping the order and enforcing punishment so you will know you and everyone else knows their place in the grand scheme.

Lauren, deeply in thought, ignored the part about there being people to meet for parties, free meals, and about the cream. She was far too disturbed at not knowing nearly enough to engage with others. Was she even allowed to be seen wandering around before meeting the dormitory head tomorrow? "Ruby, lets go." Storm was bright and fast, dissolving more and more into a drizzle, but it was enough to cause the whole outdoor afternoon to be canceled. Hell, was there a curfew for weather events like this? There was clearly not enough time to go over everything in one day, might be the reason for having these prefects, but, as stated before, she was all about impressing upon others. It didn't matter what she truly was, she could be monstrous, but when around others, you had to respect them and theirs, or else why would you deserve the kind in return?

She walked straight back out into the rain. Might as well get a rinse before heading back for a shower, right? The red head turns around, wanting Ruby to either come with her or to lead the way, either would suit before the potential trouble comes. Nuts, that is probably what her fellow red head thinks of her right now. "I'm going to come back here, when I have a card, and get what I need. This might be offensive to your kindness, but I don't want the help, and I apologize." She takes a moment to step back in, for just the moment to speak clearly without having to blow the rainwater off her lips, "I apologize instead of thanking you simply because I can't thank you enough for helping me, so please, don't. Not until I can give you something in return."

Okay, that rain, even if this is a tropical paradise, the water is freezing with this wind! The two didn't realize that the storm has some gusto to it until now. Remember how she looked like a red wet rat before the storm got it really going on? Now she looks like a bucket of water doused her fiery hair. The Shokushu uniform was soaked just from being out in that rain for a mere twenty seconds. The blue navy vest gave her some decency over that white button up shirt now that it has become something like a loose transparent second skin. The pleated skirt didn't appear any different other than the droplets of water coming off the bottom. "This place is closing, in what, a hour, maybe sooner with just us hanging around the exit and this weather, and I think it took awhile for us to get here from the dorms. You said something about the gym being a, uh, 'Quick Jaunt'?"

Shokushu Time is 14:53

Twice, thunder rumbles after their flashing tails slithering across the darkening heavens. It is becoming difficult to see far ahead with the pelting rain, it wouldn't be much, but the wind throws it out at anyone foolish enough to brace against it.

"-aaack! Come baaack here! NOO~O!" Someplace distant from the two red heads, the torqu-girl is seen chasing after a skipping bubble shaped umbrella, stolen by the incredible wind. The rain hitting is her with such force she resembles a flood survivor with entire outfit peeling or clinging with the rain and wind also pulling the tied red ribbon undone to give her a frenzied series of slaps to the face. Her bountiful chest heaves painfully between her crying out after her most recent purchase. Almost blinded by the elements, her target skids by appendages where feet should be. "Please com-" *SLAM* The student tumbles back on her bubble butt. "-Ouf! Hey, watch what you are do-" With her equally turquoise eyes open wide to the stinging flash of lightning revealing the cephalopodic silhouette, the jaw of this girl doesn't just hang open, it drops, expanding her lungs for a scream to come. A pity no one is stupid enough to be out in this weather to hear it.

Aegir had a few ideas that were coming to mind. More or less these were matters that he had no control over initially. Good luck gave him some ideas. The storm gave rise to the idea about a sower, an excuse for one at least.

But they needed clothes, there were some here but …

Soon they were off. He had sensed her concerns earlier about the Prefects and had to use a bit of restraint here. Impulse to answer her thoughts hit him as if she actually voiced the question or concern aloud and thus it took a moment to catch himself.

The Prefects had no weapons unless you counted the toys that NICE had them try out on students fro time to time. He did not answer, glad that the sky was still overcast. While her vision was not the best his had improved starkly.

Ruby smiled and shook her head slightly. “OK, fair enough.”

Moving along closer to the cafeteria he began planning things out in his head. One of his minds contemplated the issues of where and when to strike, another paid attention to the surroundings about him. It hit him that her mind was the only one close at the time. Still once the storm cleared other students would arrive shortly. Not that that was a problem. He could rape her right here and suppress the sites and sounds of any passerbys.

He was lazy at times and had to direct people away from stumbling into them at the same time. But he enjoyed this new found creativity of his, he enjoyed playing games. “Hm, or yeah. The gym is right over there.”

Pointing to the building, he slipped up a little. She would not be able to see it but he hoped she dismissed matters as him pointing in a general direction. Of course she would, he had to remind himself that she was new at this.

Herding her to that gym? Then to the showers? Perhaps play with her mind and body a bit. Taking her right her on the spot? He had options but had been dissuaded as he sensed the other student. It had only taken him a second to realize that she was there. He may have focused on that too if not for his primary interest. Perhaps later he would run into her but there was no rush, there was always time and he intended on greeting Lauren to the island.

But the student was getting closer quickly as a gust of wind caught up her umbrella. He made up his mind not to get distracted. Further he wanted her out of here quick and allowed the student to get a glimpse at his true nature. It would have been more ominous with a flash of lightning but he could not control the weather and the reaction he got served it's purpose.

Ruby grinned at the student. Its not your turn yet, the telepathic message pressed into her mind as Ruby pressed fingers to her lips as Lauren got closer. All the while collecting that umbrella with a tentacle so it would not get much further away before turning it over to the student complete with a widening grin.

Shokushu Time is 14:54

"Oh FUCK it's COLD!" Tropical rainstorms for some reason were not very warming. She didn't quite understand why in the world the wind is kicking up so much, but the rain water is gradually demoting down from a drizzle to a misting, and yet it was like someone opened a freezer door, with a fan blowing the cold out of it, as she would be passing by just out of the shower. The school uniform... Okay, lets go further, her underwear was soaked thoroughly, that even her shoes were making squeaks from the inside! An umbrella in this weather was going to do jack shit! If anything, the wind was going to blow off anything that it could catch into the shore's horizon for the ocean wild to enjoy.

An instant later, Lauren stops in her tracks, hearing a very odd sound gradually growing louder.

"-aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! OCTOPUS!!! AAAAAAAAHHHH!" A bubble like form with a skirt and a blur of legs are seen zipping by at a speed she couldn't believe. That student she past in the 'mall' seemed to have encountered a washed up tsunami victim. Well, what did she expect? There was a reason why this island was called Shokushu.

She didn't have time to be standing around. The both of them were going to be sick in bed if they don't get inside someplace warmer. Shame that the 'mall' wasn't going to stay open, otherwise they could have just bunked in there, and waiting overnight for this climate to be happier. It would be better to run for the Dorms, but then there was an issue of its distance, which didn't happen to be quite as close when first impressed upon her, where as this gym seemed to be only a short distance more. There was the outline of the building itself in the distance, being illuminated by another flash of lightning, then slowly, the imprinted image of it fades from her hazel eyes, and everything goes a bit dark again. It wasn't night time, but the forecast was certainly doing a number on the luminescence of the sun.

The two of them stick a bit close to each other, whether or not an umbrella was any good, having a body shield whichever direction the wind was blowing offered a bit of comfort. "I don't suppose the gym has towels available?"

You forgot the umbrella.

Oh, well, he discarded it to the wind Casual he gather information from the student as she ran off before she faded from his range. At the same time Lauren was getting closer. It wasn't anything as so much as reading her any better wherever she was in range, there was no drop of the further out someone was, there was a point where things just disappeared or appeared to his senses and it was more on a subconscious level since he could tap into the senses of students and use them as a means of knowing were they were in relation to him.

Often he was not aware he was even collecting such information. When Lauren came upon him Ruby grinned. Aegir had a bit. While there was a pool there that was probably not in her interest right now after the storm.

“Better,” she answered, “they have extra gym clothes and warm showers.”

Leading the rest of the way to the building they final got to the place. The building was opened and already lit, which wasn't too unusual. He of course knew that no one was present, at least no one in his sensory range. He also had been aware of the scheduled time of classes and wouldn't have lead her here if the place was occupied.

At best there may be a student lagging behind after class bu she would be a naive individual, none of the girls that encountered Shokushu occupants took long showers realizing they were just as vulnerable.

“This way,” Aegir lead them to the locker room where they could find plenty of clothes. See the soiled clothes were collected and cleaned. The cleaned gym clothes sent back to the students afterward. Some were brought back here in the event that the students didn't get their attire back in time, they all had o be sorted by size, usual they were back in time, sometimes they were not which was rare but it happened particularly when clothes were destroyed in an attack and had to be replace rather than washed. Uniforms got more attention rather than swimming suits and gym clothes.

It was warm inside the building. Priming Lauren for what he had in mind Ruby spoke. “There may be a class just getting out but that won't matter.”

Lauren was glad to hear that. Wait... Extra gym clothes from an international school. 'Ugh, oh God,' she thought, 'I hope they don't guess sizes like how Chinese Order Catalogs do it. There were a few times that a dress, shirt, pants, jacket, whatever she saw online and ordered it in her size, if it came from someplace like China, it was perhaps 2 sizes too small. Well, there really was only one way to find out. If that does happen, she'll have to visit the dorm's headmistress in a miniskirt and crop top school uniform.

It was rather warm in here. Immediately, she pulled off the blue navy vest, kneels down, squeezes the water out by twisting it tightly a few times, and then throws it over her shoulder. She flaps the front of her button up blouse to part it from sticking to her bra and chest. Then gets the pleated skirt untangled from around and between her legs before walking further inside the lighted corridor. Lauren follows after her, looking around a little bit, but not really too much to see in just the hall. It doesn't get interesting until she passes the pool, but that is true, she wasn't really into doing anything with that after being half drowned. There were open lockers with different sizes placarded on the doors, categorized in departments of activities such as swimming, gymnastics, weight room, running, and even a few spare casual attires. There did seem to be a single uniform set tossed into the soiled cart. Guess that means someone was here still. Maybe they were trying to get out of this storm too or just lagged behind for some sole enjoyment of the whole place to them self.

"What?" Hearing Ruby say that a class might be getting out kind of sounded funny. She would have expected classes to be canceled after experiencing a storm like this. Truth be told, though, she found from many occasions that there was a huge difference between what regions thought were tolerable weather. For example, her East Coast home of West Virginia had a habit of freaking out when an inch or two of snow was on the road, where as a place like the northern West Coast, like say Oregon, happened to deal with a meter or two of the fluff, which would cause a state of emergency for her home, but the Oregoners would just casually slapped chains around their tires to be on their merry way to school, work, or grocery store. So, it might not be suspicious of a class, on this tropic island, still being in session during a storm like this. "Oh, suppose so."

With Ruby settling them in the lockers after working the rounds about the gym house, Lauren tosses her own vest overhead into that cart with the other set of clothes. Her hands start to untie the red ribbon about her collar, the wet lanky cloth slapping along her hands as she unfolds its knot, and then yanks it out from around her neck which sticks up the blouse's own collar. She drops the red piece in the cart as well before looking over at the fellow red head, "Mind if I take a ten minute break in the showers?" Those fingers pinch the waistband of her skirt. One hand holds it, the other slides her pinching fingers around back as she works to slacken the belt back from within the halter, visibly relaxing around her toned hips, and gingerly pulls them back from her skin to push the soaking garment down her shapely legs. With the skirt down by her ankles, she stands up straight, uses the toe of her shoes to nudge the back heel of the other down for her foot to slip off and does the same for the other, and just steps out of the pile. She squats down, the panties stretching about to let the outside of her shiny butt of steel to slip out back, picking up the pile off the floor quickly into a single armed cradle, stands up with a hand reaching around to peel back the wedgie in her underwear, and heads over to toss the soaking materials in the cart too. Turning around, she heads for one of those wood benches to work on getting these swampy soaks off of her next. "God, finally. These things made me feel like I had clown shoes on."

Aegir leads her along, noting her thoughts on weather patterns. He had been here far too long and while he did get off world from time to time it was rare that he had gone any place where the weather was extreme being rather temperate. But he allowed her to run though he own workings of he place.

Outdoor classes would have been delayed, it never rained for long here but long enough to cause delays. Indoor activities were hardly ever interfered with. In time she would work this out for herself.

Leaning the umbrella against the wall Aegir grinned. At first he did nothing until she looked at him. “With that wind it seems the umbrella did little good. I'll get some towels.” Aegir disappeared to fetch them but peaked and watched from behind a corner.

When Ruby returned it was with some towels, illusions he had generated in her mind. “We're better off going back barefoot rather than putting these water logged things back on.”

Aegir referred to their shoes. She was allowed to go ahead while Ruby caught undressed and caught up. The showers were familiar. She would hear the water running from a few of the stalls closer to the locker rooms but showers further along were vacant.

Clearly a class had just gotten out but no one paid her any mind of the few girls she saw before they slipped into stalls. Soon Aegir would catch up with her, it wasn't exactly as she had experienced it but he liked tweaking things to his own purposes. The stage was set as he moved into the adjacent stall leaving the illusionary towels out on a bench.

Lauren agreed with the idea of a barefoot march back to the Dorms. They would have to take a pair of towels with them, so before they enter their dorms to scrub their feet of the dirt and mud from the storm's commitment. They might want to find a bag for their shoes too. Maybe there were some clothe ones or a few trash bags hidden someplace around here that they could toss their shoes into. After her shower, she'll look around, but for now to get fully undressed was a priority before these cold wet clothes makes her ill. A hot shower awaits!

The red headed woman unbuttons her blouse carefully. Back when she was younger, like we are talking about just getting unhinged by her hormones introducing themselves for the first time, she had worn a padded bra to appease the guys at school, and it looked kind of like it worked well. The attraction was set, but she didn't know what to do with it, much like winning a battle that had no purpose. For her, it also had an unfortunate incident occur during a classroom session of saying you pledge of allegiance to the flag. When her hand smacked that launchpad, the third button down her flannel shirt shot off, across her desk, onto the floor, and rolled along the standing feet of those students around her. It didn't steer straight but veered in two or three directions. She didn't bother to grab it because at the time, she was rather busy, holding to shield the cushy bra from a glance here and there by boy and girl. It was rather embarrassing, for she didn't account the clothes she wore were not growing up with her as expected, and the shirts or pants she wore simply were not containing those fleshy cushions very well anymore. From that day on, she was both careful of what she wore, how it was handled, and if she was going to leave an impression on someone, make it with purpose, and a good one. That was a start of her fascination of giving people a first acquaintance to remember her by.

By the time that white shirt came off, those hands got busy taking the hooks out of her bra, letting it slide down her arms, and drop with her soaked shirt on the bench. The revelation of her full breasts were quite a glaring sight of white with a pair of red targets. The differences between those wet clothed confining her flesh to the exposed warm air of the locker room being steamed by the nearby showers sent a thrilling stir to produce a stiffy on those marshmallow coated breasts. Below them, her ribs were tight and toned, down to the taut stomach, a well flexed abdominal wall, which around her waist was both of her hands reaching to tuck a thumb into the elastic band of her panties, and shift them straight out from under her round bottom lifting up from the wooden slab. She isn't letting her body relax on the dime. Aegir, if you can read this, can tell she is tense being naked right now, knowing there is someone else here, whether they are female or not, and it causes her to seize in the pit of her stomach when she notices Ruby is coming back with towels.

The wet clothes are scooped up in a hand, thrown underhanded into the laundry hamper, while the other arm is held up across her chest to shield from those Ruby eyes. She reached for a hand out. Those towels would be a welcome to wrap around her figure than a single limb. It was taken into account about Ruby being familiar with her, which Lauren was started to be comfortable about, but it could not be said what sorts were still showering in here. Being new to a foreign land, with a clash of cultures, laws, and authorities was frightening enough. She still needed to know more about everyone here, like who were the people at this gym and what were they like? Are they territorial? Did someone have a set of personal rules about coming in when there is a class showering? How many of them are there? Is any of the students into scouting for predators? Is it just women here or are there male teachers that could be showering. Hell, she didn't even take note of what locker room they just entered. It would be perfect for them to have strutted their stuff in a room for the opposite gender. Wait, lets be reasonable here... All girls high school, Shokushu, should be less familiar with the men, who would perhaps have their own private showers located where the teachers allocate their belongings, which would imply that if there were any careless individuals streaming their nude flashes across their pan of sight, it would be a fellow teacher, not student.

When the towel grows comfortably snug to outline her figure, she gives her thanks to Ruby, turns, and heads for the showers. Each location with a shower head looked to have once had a shower stall in place, but the doors that may have been fitted to the dividers were stripped off, or maybe torn off from the looks of them, but that was just her impression. Those holes whee the bolts and screws go to hold the frames had the indentation of having been ripped out of them. It was like they were all pulled apart by a pair of limbs with incredible determination to get in or out of those stalls. All of them. In any case, she went for one of the vacant ones, noticing that there were a few students in others, and quite a few who appeared to be in a hurry to leave their location together. Lauren strips the towel from her body to hang it over the top edge of the divider before she turns the hot sprinkle of water onto her face and collar to shock herself awake. It has been a little while since her plane trip here and she can vouch that the nightmare encounter on board disturbed the well being induced sleep all students are to go under in transit. So, she just gave herself a steamy second wind. Her hands shoot up to wet her palms before taking a single step back, twisting at the hip, self-directing the shower to aim across her torso, grabbing a bar of soap, and going for a good start of lathering her smooth skin with suds.

Aegir drank it all in sucking up information like a sponge. There had been things that he had not been looking for earlier which provided an aside to how nervous the girl was around strangers. Had that particular memory not hit him he would have chalked the matter up as her incident at the gym, being more cautious.

In any case he did note some of her concerns, her questions caused him to consider as he gave her the towel. Appraising what little he witnessed he moved to an adjacent stall next to her where she would hear the shower start even as she dealt with her own.

She would hear the occasional sound of a student ending their shower, talking though she could not make out most of the conversations and other sounds of indivuals getting dressed, brushing there hair. It would be what she would expect to hear in such a location.

What may not have been expect was Ruby exiting her own stall after she left her own so that she was right behind her. Capturing her left arm in a chicken wing she was driven forward to the closest wall. That grasp was strong as she was held in place with very little effort.

Something akin to a shaft moved up behind her poking at her rump, stiff, yet cool, it made little sense as she felt breasts pressing into her back. A hand slipped over the curve of a breast and if that wasn't strange enough she could hear other sounds. These more masculine, men entering as if they were waiting for the students to clear out first and neither she nor Ruby had been accounted for.

“Now we ought to have some real fun,” sure enough it was Ruby that held her firm as other men, old enough to be professors, janitors and other workers came over. They were naked other then towels wrapped about their waists and while they were questioning things their questions were rhetorical at best. 'What do we have here?' 'Nice catch Ruby.' 'Welcome to Shokush.' Each man was beginning to crowd in ...