Valentine's Brunch~ | Joiner

[Abattoir]

 

  On the various mossy trees surrounding the town of Tanglewood's heart hang pinned flyers, each meticulously stuck to the bark with sticky, golden spider silk. "Valentine's celebration Brunch~ Hosted by Miss Itsy~ Library~ Time: now,' each parchment reads in flowery, neat script, the ink shimmering & smelling of sweet sap. A crude drawing or pun beneath each, as well as many hearts, line of text gives each flyer its own personal charm.

  Within the library itself rests the spider. She hangs from the ceiling on a single glinting strand of gold, motionless, the small section of the building she had sectioned off for the event just below her. Weathered wooden tables had been gathered, with a smattering of placed chairs for any smaller creatures that may join. On these tables lie more cheesy pun cards, heartfelt compliments to the community, &-- of course --the brunch itself. Tea. Milk. Omelets. Bacon. Shortbread. Fruits, nuts, berries, edible roots, & hunks of meat glazed in something mildly sweet. Miss Itsy had even managed a stack of berry pancakes or two through careful trading with the tavern-- it had not been easy, obtaining any of this, as she herself cannot cook.. but brunches are serious matters to the spider. So serious, in fact, she had spent the past two weeks preparing for this event, & a week before that simply conserving her energy for the feat. Dust had been cleared. Books carefully tucked away elsewhere. The managers of the library-- dare she call them librarians? --informed.

  All was set. Now, she only needed someone to show.

  Why, you may ask, is she doing this? What business has a giant spider being so social? Well.. Miss Itsy has grown a tad lonely. She misses the sweet intricacies of conversation. Hearing other's laughter. Their thoughts. Muse for her art, they are. She studies their shapes & forms as they pass by. Imagining them in this or that item of clothing-- all about the fresh ideas, she is, see? &.. she has not shown her face in some time. She hopes no one was forgotten about her, that would be dreadfully awkward.

[Crow Roux]

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Crow had not seen the flyers. Lately, he had not really seen anything relating to the happenings of Tanglewood because he was too busy being a hermit in his home. His books would only last so long, though, and he had run out of reading material.

The feline timidly pushed open the doors to the library and slipped inside where he was met with Itsy's arrangements. Strange. Was he missing out on something? Then he glanced up and stumbled backward with shock. A giant spider dangling above his head was the last thing he expected.

[Abattoir]

  The grey tabby's entrance into the library is met with a soft gasp of pleasure from the spider. She slowly descends to the ground, swaying gently, the thread being cut & attached to the smooth wooden flooring beneath as she touches down. She must remember to clean that up later..

"My first guest, how outstanding, simply marvelous!" She skitters closer to the cat she outsizes. "My mother named me Itsy, Miss Itsy if you please."

She bobs gently on her many legs: a curtsy. "You seem a tad shocked by the decorations. Did you see my flyers, dear tabby? May I have your name?"

[beck.]

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    The mouth-watering scent of breakfast delicacies and lunchtime snacks wafted from the grand doors of the library, his nose twitching slightly and ever-present hunger pangs gnawing as he passed. Since when did the library smell more like a delectable feast than a musty hideaway for introverts and bookworms? His tail wagged limply, encouraged to step beyond the threshold at the prospect of a meal.

    An impressive array of platters decorated tables once used to rest novels and encyclopedia on, luring him closer to investigate. Glancing over at Crow, who seemed to be admiring the ceiling's architecture rather than gorging himself, he shook his head and drifted to the plates. What did he care anyway? He hadn't actually seen Crow in ages, albeit the ex-leader's isolation reminded the poltergeist of his own isolation from the world. Maybe later, or even during this brunch, he could ask about it, possibly offering his support for climbing out of the depressing pitfall he still fought to escape. Then again... he did beat the hell out of a piñata Crow look-alike. He almost approached, wiry frame trembling from his nerves at the thought of confrontation. Beck slumped slightly, crooked teeth chewing at his lip before he decided against it, moving to load heaps of food onto his plate instead.

    With a gluttonous tower balancing on not one, but two plates, Beck settled himself on the floor to feast -- only to glance upward and jolt in surprise as the unnoticed spider descended from the rafters. Similar to Abathur in size, yet strikingly more colorful with a feminine voice and poise. The boy gawked for a moment, in the middle of cramming a muffin into his mouth. "...Your name's Itsy? Like... the nursery rhyme?" Obviously. What else included the adjective 'itsy'? He huffed quietly to himself, setting the muffin down and extending a bandage-wrapped paw to shake with either a leg or pedipalp or whatever worked. "M'name's Beck. Did you make all this food? It looks really good," he wheezed, forcing politeness to his streetwise demeanor. Hopefully, she wouldn't say anything about the number of treats he snatched, well able to clear a buffet table by his lonesome and not even get a bellyache.