give your spidermomma some prey

[fabricates]

Characters: Kafuka and Spidermom
Setting: Some random hallway on May 17th
Format: Action
Summary: Spidermom is hungry. Spidermom gets fed.
Warnings: Huge spiders, death

[There's no real way of a spider of this size to hide itself. So should someone walk down this particular hallway, she's settled in the middle of the hall, basically blocking the entire thing off with her body. Around her is a freshly woven web, trailing further up the hallway. She's sitting and waiting for a prey to come to her, as she's accustomed to doing. Watch out if you're walking down this hall, there's no chance of getting around her. Or even getting away perhaps.]

Comments

[theresnosuchthing]

[There's a young girl at the end of the hallway, just were the cobwebs begin. She looks a bit thoughtful, her face surprisingly not sporting a smile. She doesn't hate bugs, actually. Not even spiders. They've got a function in the big picture! Everything does. Even if spiders only exist to have their legs pulled off.

The girl stares at the deathtrap, unblinking.]

...hello?

[fabricates]

[If the spider can understand her, she makes no sign of it in the way she stares back at her prey. She rises on her legs, swaying side to side to entice her closer into her web.]

[theresnosuchthing]

Are you lonely?

[Because why not talk with giant, monstrous spider, right? Kafuka steps closer.]

[fabricates]

[There's no response. The spider just stares at her expectantly, waiting until she comes closer. Close enough for her to lunge forward quickly and grab her up.]

[theresnosuchthing]

[She keeps on approaching, but the moment one of her feet touches the webbing and gets stuck, Kafuka looks legitimately scared. It's a moment, a flash of genuine emotion, before she closes up behind plastic calm.]

Of course! This is a trial from the heavens!

[fabricates]

[As soon as she's stuck in the web, the spider darts forward. One leg sweeps out to try tripping her so that the rest of her body will also fall into the silk she's spun.]

ATTEMPT 1. May 18th.

[thebigsister]

[You know what they say. When it rains, it pours. When you're already having a bad day, something will pop up to make it even worse.

In Eleanor's case, it didn't pop up as much as she walking right into it in the turn of a hallway. She wasn't used to her lack of powers and she was quickly realizing she might need her little warning bells to actually survive, because she clearly did not see the giant spider before stepping on the web.]

...Oh, that's just wonderful!

[fabricates]

[The spider charges forward, fangs bared as her pedipalps move to try to sweep her victim closer to her mouth.]

ATTEMPT 2, May ???.

[thebigsister]

[So. Eaten by giant white spider. Not one of her best moments, to be sure. Part of her was rattled, offended she'd been so easily discarded by the hulking monster. The rest was wisely considering staying away from it until her powers returned because they would return.

But then when she sees the webs this time, she bares her teeth in aggravation.]

We're not doing things your way, this time around!

[And though they're brave words, and she's not stepping on web this time, she's still pretty damn tiny and helpless when compared to giant white spider. Whoops.]

[fabricates]

[The only response she'll receive is a stare as the arachnid waits in her web, legs spread and pedipalps furling and unfurling. If the spider recognizes her as a previous victim, she doesn't show it.]

May 21st.

[chronomancer]

[There is a god, and he doesn't like him. Like. At all. Eridan stumbled around the hallways, coming back from the cafeteria and once more firm and immobile in his determination to keep the fuck away from sopor, no matter what Gamzee said or did. Because fuck sopor. Fuck the hangover. Fuck the way his pan kept discretely trying to worm itself out of his skull with a sledgehammer.

Also, fuck the network. Why had he thought checking it while nursing a splitting headache was a good idea? Bluh.

Also, bluh, why weren't his feet moving? He was telling them to move. Hell, his pan was all but screaming at them to move, like a good drill sergeant and all. He looked down and stared a moment at the white webbing stuck to his feet. He blinked once, twice, then looked up to finally see the giant white lusus about to devour him.]

...oh, fuck me.

[Why was he even surprised anymore?]

[fabricates]

[The spider looms, legs reaching out to knock him off balance. If she's successful, she'll begin grabbing the webbing on the floor around him so that she can start wrapping him silk. Sometimes she prefers eating without the theatrics of covering her prey, other times she'd rather take her time. This is one of those times, apparently.]