To reflect upon a reflection.

[queenofthehive]

It was a dark night when the Queen ventured out onto the New York streets. There was still traffic and so she stayed within the shadows, alleys and backways, away from the people and lights. She walked past dumpsters and curiously inspected them. They had just been emptied and were not as interesting as during her past inspections. She continued

Comments

[2nd_to_none]

We are confused. You designate yourself as a Queen alien when your form is that of a standard warrior drone.

[queenofthehive]

The queen cocks her head.

Drone?

After a few moments she clicks and about twenty smaller aliens appear scurrying from various locations.

Yesss. Drones and Queen.

She hisses studying the metal smelling creature/human suspiciously.

[2nd_to_none]

*observes the xenomorphs*

[queenofthehive]

Studies the Borg.

Humans.

She hisses finally stepping closer to examine them.

**Mystically Materializes In Front of All of Them**

[demonicshifter]

Well!! You're a ways from home. Get lost?

Re: **Mystically Materializes In Front of All of Them**

[queenofthehive]

Tilts her head curiously.

Home.

Re: **Mystically Materializes In Front of All of Them**

[demonicshifter]

You think so? If that's the case, I gotta be honest. Your decorating skills suck.

Re: **Mystically Materializes In Front of All of Them**

[queenofthehive]

Yess.

She hisses. She scans the room.

No decorating.

[searchandestroy]

Just a heads up, the TM Horror community that you joined is getting in full swing. I'm just going to send this to everyone in the comm, to make a intro maybe IC or OOC ? It's just a plotting comm, thanks again for joining, gorgeous entries :D.