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

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.]