420 Graze It

Thankfully, whatever stretch of not-space Meenah’s particular bubble existed within could still be tracked for transportalizer use, so you still had a way back hive. After the requisite warm up period where your hivepad triangulated your position, you were whisked away from the Bubbly Sea Castle and placed in your own respiteblock, where felt a sense of ease creep into the facets of your shoulders. It was not until you had thrown on your stylish blazer that you thought of leaving a cheeky note on the marble pedestal before your departure.

You steeled your nerves, knowing that this plan was do or die, and though you didn’t actually consider your life to be in jeopardy, you didn’t want to fuck things up even more. You continued by stripping down to nothing, baring yourself to the emptiness of your hive, and dragged out the hunk of marble you thought would tastefully complete the ruse. After setting it down carefully on the transportalizer pad, you laid your bare rear upon the cool stone, shivering as you made yourself comfortable.

All it took for your masterpiece to be complete was a final pose, and of course, a notification to the intended recipient. After all, it wouldn’t make much sense for you to go through the lengths you did without giving her a heads up. You stashed the mobile communicator beneath the small of your back, making sure not to rest your weight on it too heavily, and slowly transmuted your skin, hair, and horns to an immaculately cut precious stone. Soon, you resembled an artistic marvel worthy of the halls of highbloods, looking as if you were painstakingly chiseled from a solid block of pink diamond.