[CENTER][img][/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=goldenrod][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Team 78 Campsite[/I] - [I]Southern Plateau, Dundas Island[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=goldenrod][b]Chapter #1.82[/b][/COLOR] [I]Bumble Beginnings[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub]
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Tired.

The migration Jonna had to commit to come all out to British Columbia had been taxing. She was a first-time flyer, although in unique way, first time flying in an aircraft. It was disturbing to have been caged in metal vessel, unable to escape should something bad happen. To make matters worse, she had been onboard a regular flight with other passengers. She could feel the swarm, a part of her, anxious to break free to understand this metal coffin.

She almost caved, panic-stricken as she was during that flight, but the H.E.L.P agency had been right next to her to talk her down, or should it come to it, sedate her. Although they all suspected that sedating her would make it worse. The swarm did have a mind of its own, after all, and without her to direct the swarm...

Well, wouldn't have that been an interesting headline: [i]Flight 987 Invaded by Bees![/i]

It took significant concentration on Jonna's part adding a lot to the already taxing activity of relocating to a new country and being given the expedited introduction to Pacific Royal. In just twenty-four hours, she was ushered through until she found herself dressed in her PT gear: athletic shorts, a pair of sporty shoes, high socks, shirt, and her jacket. The jacket was for everyone else's sake, rather than her own. She found, from experience, that people did not like looking at the hexagonal hive vents that bees can create to leave. In most cases, only a few were needed to accommodate an everyday traffic flow. There wasn't exactly a need to as she could eat enough sugary food that would then supply the swarm but sealing them felt uncomfortable. It was like an itch that she couldn't scratch that was all over her. 

Maddening, really, how others couldn't understand them. They just wanted to be free and especially times like this. Hiking through the woods and after limited time to explore, the swarm had been anxious to be free. Jonna relaxed, the hike and camping trip being exactly what she needed. She lingered towards the rear of Team 78 during the hike as bees crawled in and out of her. They busied themselves with missions as the storm clouds gathered adding a touch of frenzy in the insects as they tried to fill in their adventure before they were sealed in again. 

As a result, Jonna was exploring her new home more than others could understand. Messages of the workers came back detailing about flower patches, animals seen, or major landmarks like the sea. It wasn't she could see these things, only understand where they were. Her imagination ran wild, instead. She could picture these scenes that the workers described, imagining more than what she was seeing. It was unique, even for her. She had never been outside of Sweden, and even then, a small part of it. For them to be in a completely new environment, the sense was exhilarating. 

They reached their campsite.

Relaxed. Happy.

Jonna was even happier realizing there was food. Pizza, specifically. She headed straight away to prepare a pizza, feeling famished. They even had the ingredients for the best pizza: Barbeque sauce. Just a cheese pizza with BBQ sauce, specifically. 

Although she'd argue there were better sauces out there than what they had. Sweet and Tangy was the best. Niklas back at the orphanage had loved American style BBQ and made the best sauce. She smiled at the memory and wondered what Niklas would be making for the orphanage tonight.

Having her pizza in front of her, she sat on the ground happily delicately tearing a piece of crust and popping it in her mouth. Of course, dipping it BBQ sauce first.

Now that she was a little more grounded to herself, her focus went to the conversations around her. Others talked about a dinosaur. Dinosaurs were old news. Extinct for a reason and not as cool as bees. Her attention shifted to those that were working on tents. Something that she maybe should have busied herself with instead of sitting around but that brought an uncomfortable thought. She'd have to [i]share[/i] space with someone.

A few bees had been drawn out by the smell of the pizza, crawling up the sleeves of her jacket. One rested on Jonna's shoulder, watching her as she tore another dipped piece and ate it. 

She frowned. There was a very real possibility that she would get somebody obnoxious to tent with. How [i]dreadful[/i] would that be? She put the thought aside for now, believing she had to gauge the others for compatibleness finally. 

[color=goldenrod]"So..."[/color] She spoke up delicately wiping her hands on a paper towel, her Swedish accent . One of her bees flew lazily over to it to try and slurp up some of the sauce she wiped off. [color=goldenrod]"...Who tents with who? We weren't assigned, ya?"[/color][/indent]