#elsewhere

sex is sullen compared to others, then again, you might be too if your number was a punchline for every middle school student (or those that were arrested at that mindset). The other 12 spiders latin variant names work fine.

trēdecim still seems to be running hot and cold with 1122, he tries to make moves on her, she makes moves on him, gets what she wants, and leaves him in daze but again he gives chase. He seems to enjoy it, and those who watch might suspect trēdecim does too.

Una takes her status as number one very seriously. While she tries to be the leader, sometimes her siblings ignore her and that's vexing.

They are sworn to the crown! And the crown is now here! And the owner, Zara Scwhartz.

They begin to weave the marks on the walls, and set up strands.

Anyone breaks into the building, they will know. Nothing gets past the sisters of the web.

"Ah, ladies... you... ah... thank you?"

Sex gives a shrug but keeps working.

Una taps out We are the sister hood of the web, sworn to the crown which is yours. Any movement in this place we shall know of, and thus shall you.

A nod of acknowledgement. "Aye. And... what would the thirteen of you wish? What would make you happy?"

There is confusion for a moment , many many pairs of eyes , then finally, it is trēdecim who speaks We don't understand.

"What would make you happy? Do... bronte likes books, and I make sure she has many. 1122 likes popcorn.. and getting into trouble, aye, as well..."

Sex taps defiantly A few less jokes about my name would be a start

Octa gasps Sex, we are servents of the crown. We ask only to serve

"I have not mocked your name, Lady. Nor shall I."

Shy little Dua, forever overshadowed, taps out might I have a corner in a window?

This earns her stares for her uncharacteristic boldness and the audacity of her request.

Withdrawn Dua says quickly

"Would you all wish a special place to claim? That seems very reasonable. A window corner for Dua, aye."

Una explains, Oh crown wielder. this is a possible security risk if we station where we want rather than where we should be for maximum coverage. Are you certain?

"Well... a compromise? Mayhaps shifts?"

We obey whatever you say Octa says.

"Well then. Shifts, and when it is not your time on, you may claim a space and pursue interests."

Dua eyes a particular window with hope, then says May I pick..first?

Una gasps. Octa looks surprised. Dua has neither the popularity nor the placement.

Trēdecim finds this of no matter and neither chides nor cheers it.

Withdrawn Dua says quickly at the stares.

timid little thing.

"You asked first. So, for the inspiration - aye. Claim."

"The rest of you? Wish you a space for your free time?"

Trēdecim speaks next, I would prefer a closet niche, something out of the way. Impractical but who knows?

She says it with dignity. the fact it might give her privacy for interrogating 1122 is pure coincidence.

And soon, it's complete chaos, by the sisterhood's standards, as each sister claims a spot or wants to!

Dua quietly works on leaving chimerical webbing, taking extra effort to make it so it will spread the moonlight just so, and catch it thusly both

Some spots are off limits - no, Zara's bedpost is reserved for 1122...

1122 taps a thank you to Zara.

And soon, it is that Sex sighs in frustration as Earl, entering a room and used to only having to duck his head 'so' much, ends up with webbing in his hair.

"Hey..." He wipes "What did... what's going on?"

Perhapps across the top of the door wasn't the right idea

"The Sisters are finding their roosts..."

"Okay, not against where I Put my canvases" He says to one

He destroyed my web, may I bite him? Sex inquires

"You may not. He is very tall, and did not destroy your web a'purpose."

Very well. Sex says

Dua freezes, realizing people are talking about her.

"Aye, tis lovely."

And slowly, Dua resumes.

Earl looks to Zara, and this time, instead of verbally comment, nods.

Tresa and Quattuora seem to have decided to share a web, the two sisters seem particularly close.