Yet her name was no longer in the top slot. It was no longer on the board at all. She hadn't even been placed into the intern level of production, where young ponies visiting for summers frequently watched work at the factory. She searched the floor, wondering if perhaps her magnet had slipped off the board somehow, but there was no sign of it. Dust sighed, making her way over to the locker room anyway. She walked down the back of the building, through huge spaces packed with machinery. Thanks to the cooperation of the tribes and the introduction of unicorn magic, a job that would've taken hundreds of pegasus ponies now took only about a dozen.