Who: Marisol The Queen Bee & {Open}
What: The drones go buzzing one by one, hurrah hurrah
Where: Hidden in the dining hall
When: October 29th/30th, late late night after closing
Warnings: Trypophobia



It was the easiest place to be stationed - not public at this moment in time, no one had gone missing from it but it was easily accessible to those who would go looking. Marisol was essentially frozen in place, sitting cross-legged on a table with her hands on her knees. There were hundreds of bee-sized holes bored into her body all over. Each hole had a drone sitting in it, waiting. There were other drones buzzing around her in a protective cloud. Still, more drones had gone out to seek the power of the dark entity with orders to return instead of trying to consume that energy to make honey.

Said honey dripped from a few of the holes in Marisol's body. Her clothes would be sticky and their hive would be annoyed but the Queen didn't care. She was doing a favor for the pretty Ringmaster who buzzed with his own power in a way that was different from their own buzzing. A drone crawled up her throat, out of her mouth, settling on her lips and flicking its wings delicately before taking off into the air to join the protective swarm. If she hadn't been paralyzed, she might have been afraid. At the same time, this was old hat. But the paralyzation protected her from going totally insane. Really, it was for the best. But the Queen was getting bored. So far, it was a waste of time, energy and honey.