Setting: Vriska's room; backdated to the twentieth
Format: Action
Summary: John goes to Vriska to tell her about that bizarre spider that everyone's been talking about (and possibly also mention that it killed him, whoops). Horrible shenans ensue.
[Well, that was... special.]
[If John was counting correctly, and he was pretty sure that he was, the attack by that giant spider had marked the third time he had died in Tower Hellspawn. (The name was mocking, but he was beginning to think that it was really quite accurate.) He hadn't even been able to draw blood; the thing had just come upon him, and since his powers still weren't in the best of sorts, the fight was remarkably one-sided. John had become used to running from things, so by the time he remembered that oh wait, he could summon a hammer now, the demonic arachnid had already gotten a nice grip on his head.]
[Regardless, he felt Vriska ought to know about this. Not only because she loved spiders and would probably squeal her head off if she knew there was now a killer white one stomping around, but also to see if she had any tips for killing the things themselves. Like, maybe you flip them around and hit their underbellies for massive damage? John doesn't know, his experience with spider killing is limited to Legend of Zelda, okay.]
[According to this plaque next to the door, he was now in front of Vriska's room. So, ever the gentleman in this room full of doubtlessly-lovely ladies, John knocked.]