The New Student Committee spent a lot of time studying the VHS tape @
Ms. Hazeltine gave us, and we got pretty good and the dances so we figured it was time to show them to the Bee People.
@
lois hanshakee took us to meet the bees. We put on our best summer bee formal wear. @
Lilax looked just like a flower! It was very cute.
So we did the dance, moving in figure eights ninety degrees off each of the points of the hexagram the school was built on. @
Hoot Owling did all the math.
The Bee People were mesmerized. They want us to come back and do the dance for the Queen!
This is not the "new student dance" I was expecting. But it's great being goodwill ambassadors or whatever. Going to look great on my high school resume!
I barely escaped with my life.
Quite obviously done up for human sacrifice, members of the New Student Committee marched directly into their doom today. They were resplendent in their finery, and took on the nature of noble ambassadors. Or sheep.
Well, everyone but @
Terra Diggs. And @
Hoot Owling. And @
Journey Searches, but they were always too shy to drink the kool aid of the Bee Cult. None of them made it to witness this macabre and horrifying ritual.
As the students marched in rows down the oozing, beeswax halls, the hive took on a new buzz... something so hideous and abnormal as to be physically appalling. Was I the only one to understand its accursed malevolence??
Dripping golden curtains parted, and we entered the Chamber of the Queen.
“BZZZZZZZZZZZ” she buzzed.
Her mandibles clicked as she stared at us through soulless, multifaceted eyes.
My skin crawled.
The students began their dance, gracefully cutting a figure eight across the honeycombs, waggling all the while, until each one landed on their destined hex.
At which time the very royal jelly that formed the substrate of those evil cells reached up and pulled each student down into their sweet cavities and swallowed each and every one of them whole.
Glub glub glub
It was then that I made my break, sprinting back through the syrupy curtain, through the long tunnels of the hive, and back into the library of the New Student Lounge, where I smashed the bookshelf in with a hatstand and wedged it shut!
Of all the many schools in all the many realities I’ve made it my hobby to explore as a new student, I will tell you with complete honesty that this is certainly one of the closest scrapes I ever gotten out of!
This is study was funded in part by through a stipend from my trans-reality ethnography sponsor, Venus Sands Real Estate.
Oh that sounds horrible @
Novs Hunsmu! Thank god I got lost and missed the ceremony ahaha.
Well to be honest, I think I'm still lost.
The bee people are absolutely no help at all, every time I ask them where I am, they scoff and ignore me. I think I'm next to that one giant beeswax statue of their queen.
If someone could find me, that would be nice :)