It was a bare-bones plan, it was. But it was something. The frustration was on all levels - if Melanie was part of the Hivemind, then, she could've come with a better plan, with access to all of the Drones' mental capabilities. But, no, she had to be slightly apart from them! Ah! Why couldn't she had been born from someone who was better at dealing with stress? Melanie sighed, and sat down on a chair in the library. She had stood up, tense, and about to throw a chair against a bookcase. It wouldn't do to attract unwanted attention to her. But, Nylon!, was it frustrating.
Converting the principal... that was a start, and perhaps it would allow her to move between classes easily. And having someone at the top would be a capital idea. However, changing the dress code in the middle of the year? Not unless all the parents of every student was willing to pay more money for uniforms. They would, perhaps, if something... big happened. But that sounded like something that would compromise her role as a spy Drone or... what the hell was she even? "An obedient servant to Nylon," She whispered with a smile, feeling the pleasure of nylon on her gusset panel and all over her legs. If only it were her entire body.
Well... if everything failed she would have to start again elsewhere, delaying her final conversion into a Faceless Drone - and was that a pain! - but, regardless, she would be creating more Drones for the Hive.
