Welp.

[weaverwove]

[ she is huge, black-shine, her grasping legs soft and agile. a musical voice; a pleased tone, glossy and satisfied. the mundane has done well. ]

sing a song a spider sweet... weave a wove a web a went a world a want, soon and soon and sooner and soon. find a tangle, find a snarl, know no none a sweet suite seat sent and meant. Send and mend. Send I mend. Soon I mend.

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[godofgrudgewank]

What manner of creature are you?

[Well, you're certainly not one of his kids.]

[weaverwove]

[ she makes a happy noise, a pleased noise, and shiver-moves over to him. ]

A weaver weaves a tinker tinks a sailor says, a mover moos.

[ rears up, and her front legs bend like his helmet, curving back over her head. ]

Little god and twain and frost, runt rummy run, run and hide and run, snaker bite and wolfer growl, spider walk and horser neigh. Little god sweet as salt tall as worms.

[flagg]

Oh, my dear, you're going to bring down the property value! But that's all right. What's property, anyway? Especially if it's not a nice pattern!

[weaverwove]

Property props a proper tie a rope a knot a scrape a scrap.

[ dismissive, she is.

but she peers at him, closely, and concludes: ]

Madness walks, makes and un, weaves and un, rips and again.

[flagg]

Well, there's no arguing with you, really. Or any giant pseudoeldritch spider, for that matter.

[arach_nerd]

Okaay then.

[weaverwove]

Kin and kine and swing and swine!

[ this appears to be some sort of greeting; she takes two soft-furred legs and lifts Peter, cradling and placing him on her back like a baby. ]

[weaverwove]

Elder eldritch L and ditch, ditch dirt-water and bile.

[ one leg pokes his chest, as though to emphasize. ]

[weaverwove]

[ a disapproving cluck-cluck. ]

say the web a hollow thing an empty thing knock and bone and crush, say the weave and touch anchor clog and spin in mundane mind a mindless mire mine Mie me ay why my mine.

[flagg]

[He pretends to blush, pressing one hand to the place where the Weaver poked him coyly.]

Oh, don't be like that. The comparison only makes you look better!

[weaverwove]

Directive wrecked a wreck a wick a web a rub.

[ she thinks little of your 'directive'. ]

[weaverwove]

Geno xeno seen oh more a mound town sound shriek shorn a cry...

[ a dreamy tone, as her front legs work in midair as though toying with strings. ]

[weaverwove]

[ she pokes him again in the belly and then once in each shoulder, as though completing a shape -- though she pauses, a second, two, three before the last shoulder, and it is only a quick jab, sharp. ]

Fatter flatter had a madder, soon a meet a singer sadder.

[ so basically don't you give her that flattery business, son. ]

[eyepatchless]

[Facepalm x 2

Spiders.]

[latetowork]

[Wow, this guy is really engrained in the system, isn't he?]

Whoa, not cool. Hold on a second.

[Neo is Jesus he'll just be, you know, deleting you now.]

[weaverwove]

Hop a grassy nasty hop, spider speaks a say.

[eyepatchless]

I think we are, if I might say, a little more refined than "hopping" at this point, even though that is in our name.

I was not aware spiders could sing so well.

[He extends two arms as though check out his "fingers," but it's a smooth move to show he is, in fact, impressed with said singing.]

[weaverwove]

[ she watches, long and careful, and leans forward so her mandibles are close to the screen, and then she bites off a corner. crunch of wires and casing. ]

Not a tasty screaming thing, silly soundy sundry solely.

[latetowork]

[doot doot you're being deleted little guy

do you have a swansong like HAL?]

[weaverwove]

Have a mending meeting mun, a weaving webbing-un-leaving mun.

[ thank you, thank you; she is pleased as punch to be here. ]

[eyepatchless]

[Oh, isn't she sweet?]

Does the lady have a name?

[flagg]

Why, my dear. It's not flattery at all. You do look very well compared to the spiders of my former acquaintanceship. Of course, that's not saying much, but it's nothing but fact — that's me all over, factual, very factual.

[godofgrudgewank]

[Narrows his eyes. Oh 'runt' made his expression turn sour.]

What is your purpose, creature?

[weaverwove]

Watch or see or blind and be.

[ She reaches out, now, and plucks his helmet from his head, giving one of the horns an experimental bite between her mandibles. ]

scar to match a bit say sit and claw in lines flaw law for kin for sin for dreadful din for pain for gain for bane insane.

[godofgrudgewank]

You dare--! [sljkfajkldfasd helmet! He glowers at her.]

I know not what you speak of. Now, return that.

[weaverwove]

Curve and curve and curve again, stretch it flat long round to sphere, a globe a slope a plane to wind and sun and water and back again.

[eyepatchless]

Hmm.

I'm assuming it has something to do with weaving a web, perhaps?

[weaverwove]

[ She sets it solemnly back onto his head. ]

Would be spider, will be spider-thing, here-here-here a bit of kin.

[ she lifts and cradles him below her belly, wandering off through a gap between dimensions. ]

a water-drop falling to see the ripples. Soon, ripples, soon for him.

[weaverwove]

prickle-dry sing sigh oh my oh my.

[ After all, what are facts, really? ]

[weaverwove]

Ask a who, what a find, find a sight, hear a wrong.

[ She pats him, as though consoling him. ]

[eyepatchless]

[Well, at least she's not trying to bite him. There's that.]

Well, I'll be simple about it, shall I? I'm Hopper. [Yeah he knows it's lame shut up] I know another black widow back where I'm from.

[And she is not as cool as you are, okay.]