fissionmailed | Oh my...

[A lone beret sits in the middle of one of the hallways, cold and dirtied with a few creases too many, none of them for stylish reasons. Normally when it is dropped, it's used to being picked right back up again, patted lovingly and canted at its favorite dashing angle.

But not this time. This time it lay crumpled, lost or forgotten, having waited Motherland knows how long to be picked up again. It missed sitting atop nicely cropped blond hair, the wind caressing its fibers, the sun warming its colors.

It hasn't seen any of its own kind in quite a while, devoted lesser berets that despite being not nearly as fashionable were always loyal. One of the last things imprinted on its expertly knitted structure was the feeling of suddenly being very drafty, of an ugly, dirty green bandanna whipping about in the wind from some distance away, shooting him off the head on which he had guarded for so long.

That and much tinier, unpleasant little holes made by BEES. Bees, little angry things with needles on their bottoms. Though the ones he had dutifully suffered through in the line of duty seemed much angrier than bees, perhaps they were something else....

The fibers were loosening pitifully, having lost much hope of ever being on duty again....]

(OOC: pick up, kick around, chew on, pass by, spit on, rescue, steal, etc?)

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[As soon as the one makes sure the beret is safe, it motions the others over. Soon, dozens of hornets have crawled into the beret and have pushed it a few inches into the air, where it then starts wobbling down the hallway, back to the nest. Apparently they don't know what protective coloration is. :D]

[Comrade-damn-it-all, the beret didn't know this thing had its own army
The beret barely has seconds to try to get its stitches to close up the holes before a small battalion of the hornets violate and invade its silk lined inside.

And then

Movement. Movement without a head, and the beret was so utterly baffled at this that it didn't even notice the direction its new carriers were going. It floated on down the hallway, thankful the creatures weren't stinging it, with the vague hope that its magnificent coloring would catch help's attention.
Though always one for excitement, it won't deny that this new experience is...thrilling]

[The hornets whirr around, enjoying the cool silk lining of the beret. The darkness under the hat reminds them of home.]

[They start heading towards a room with a half-opened door, buzzing excitedly and rubbing against the hat affectionately. Just wait until they showed the queen what they found! She would be so pleased!]

[The vibrations caused by the buzzing were at first unbearable, but as it continued to wobble and weave down the hallway, the beret grew used to it.]

[They seemed content to just bee moving it along, some of them nestling against its inner lining, their fuzzy bodies creating interesting sensations that almost tickled.]

[Judging by the coolness of the shadows that fell over it, the beret supposed it was being taken through a door, and the buzzing suddenly increased tenfold. It couldn't help being curious, perhaps a trait it picked up from its major...]

[The hornets lift in one smooth motion, flying into the small woodland room. The moon watches as they fly the beret to the hive they have set up, small and black as a smoker's lung.]

[Other hornets, guards, fly out to greet them and rub against the hat. It reminded them of the home they had been ripped out of, with the scent of food and hornet on it. Perhaps it would comfort the queen? She missed her large, human nest, and it was disrupting the creaton of larvae; maybe this would comfort her.]

[the beret feels the slight resistance of the wind, the deep coolness that comes with the woods. The hornets carry it forward]

[Hearing more intrigued buzzing, the beret feels slightly bigger fuzzed bodies snuggle it on the outside, while the herd enjoying its lining buzzed happily, excited it presumed.]

[The beret is close to giving up on trying to figure out an escape plan, the overwhelming sense of being wanted sifting and settling into its fibers. But a deeper, more disturbing warning lay beneath the deep buzz all around in it. They wanted it, surely, but for what purpose? The threads shifted very slightly, nervous through instinct, still on guard as to why these creatures were so fascinated with it. Vanity would get it no where, so it dispelled fashionable reasons.]

[That hornet man, he had these creatures and the beret searched through its stitches to recall.....oh no. They liked to nest in....and it must still carry the scent of...human]

[They finally fly up to their nest, contemplating how to get the hat in. Finally, they open a small hole in the nest that will fit the beret if squished down which connects to the queen's chambers.]

[They start pressing it in. The queen shifts in her chambers, thorax quivering, as she smells something familiar, and starts to drag herself forwards while her attendants carry the eggs she has laid down with the rest of the children.]

[The beret senses tell it that it has approached something large, something containing innumerable amounts of these increasingly horrifying creatures.]

[Still oblivious as to what it is wanted it for, though it was betting on food, hoping they would soon realize it was not for eating. Suddenly it is being compacted and smooshed in all the worst ways, but it is unable to struggle violently or even meekly in the small confines of the tiny buzzing corridor.]

[A bigger, much more noble and regal buzz disturbs the air around it. The beret knew something about noble and regal. It must be...their queen. As the beret was carried deeper into the darkness, loose threads picked up the vibrations of more hornets behind the queen. They were moving slowly, evidently weighed down by something....]

[There is a moment akin to a held breath as the hornets watch the queen climb into the beret, frail legs making small indents in the silk.]

Bzzzzzzzzzzz♥

[The swarm sighs in unison as the queen makes herself comfortable in the beret, then start making plans to enlarge the nest so that the beret can fit better inside it.]

[The queen, meanwhile, just rubs against the shimmering insides of the beret, contented.]

[A much, much heaver presence makes itself known against the beret's once impeccable lining. Their queen, it assumes with mild panic, but hopefully she would find it unacceptable and

It knew that type of vibration. That was a happy, loving purrbuzz that meant it was not to be left alone for a while.]

[Oh. Shit. That is just...that is absolutely disgusting; the beret tries to convulse in horror once it realizes that it was not meant to be food but a nest and now she was rubbing against it like that and-to be this loved was a bit embarrassing and overwhelming, perhaps the beret could get used to it and maybe even be a bit proud to host hundreds, perhaps thousands of children. Maybe. Perhaps.

Or maybe it could still figure a way out, though that seemed impossible. For now it would accept its fate and lie in wait, planning and sneaky like its major, until the day came when it could escape. And get thoroughly dry cleaned.]

[Unaware of the hat's revulsion, the queen starts to lay eggs. Her attendents swarm around her, taking the children away and giving the beret warning looks--if it hurt her, they would put so many holes in it--]

[Business as usual for the rest of the hive goes on, purring now that the queen is feeling better.]

[Fat, slippery eggs plop down on its beautiful, painstakingly well crafted silk lining, and the beret is this close to using all its remaining strength to flip over and do whatever it could to escape, but the buzzing all around it, with a strong undertone of warning, made it hold still and endure this torture]

[The queen was happy, it could tell, and it reluctantly served as the new carrier for her next generation.]

Oh my...

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oh god a hat full of hornet eggs....

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