oo1 (a n o n text) ♚ incy wincy spider climbed up the water spout

[grimmig]

Picture the scene: Incy Wincy's just climbed the water spout

only to find the sky's grey with a chance of severe flood warnings, wide-spread sunny spells and the occasional flurry of snow

how does Incy feel?

is he angry?
confused?
cheated?

is he wondering if the weatherman actually bothered to study meteorology before hopping up onto the television screen?

Here's the kicker: yesterday he heard the sky went black at night. It was dark when he started his climb, so why's it day now?




How about you. How do you feel?

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[unpuzzling]

first off, no, moran this is not me.

and secondly, this is a metaphor for death, yes?

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[grimmig]

Is it?
A question does not an answer make. That's a bad habit, you know.

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[tigers]

Of course it isn't you, chummy. Not even Sherlock Holmes would be enough of a pillock to analyse a nursery rhyme.

[ Moran, you have met this Moriarty twice. Surely it will have stuck by now. ]

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[failassassin]

It's a spider.
Spiders can't think.

But as for your final question, I'm feeling a bit bored-though obviously, not as bored as others.

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[grimmig]

Well, there's that.

that's disappointing to hear. I heard tell once that intelligent children never get bored.

[ha ha hah ah hahah aha]

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[tigers]

Ain't that every day in London, though? With that in mind, I'd wager Incy feels like a right twit for not bringing his umbrella along.

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[grimmig]

You're not very good with metaphors, are you.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

Isn't it itsy-bitsy?

Anyway, Red Text? You wanna come show this one how it's done? They just sound like a nutcase.

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[grimmig]

no.

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[freezerburned]

oh my god everyone who came in this week has some serious issues

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[grimmig]

Feeling mediocre?

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[infomodder]

[Powerful, probably, considering he's either turned into a meteorologist himself or managed to work some sort of device that could give him the weather and be able to climb while carrying it. Especially if he brought the television with him and can wonder if the weatherman ever studied. How else does he suddenly find out that there's a chance of severe flood warnings, wide-spread sunny spells, and the occasional flurry of snow when he's already up the water spout?

Unless the weatherman said the opposite of what was happening, which you didn't include, so I can't make a full analysis.

That's a bit rude, isn't it. But it's his first thought. He's well aware that his first thoughts are not always the best ones.]

If he went up the water spout at night and found it day, it must have been a long climb, so I'd imagine he'd feel hungry.

[Death's already been said, he can't be a parrot. Also: if it has to do with someone dying, wouldn't they be hungry? Death takes a lot out of a person. He knows.]

I feel like I just read a bit of a complex metaphor about a spider who understands weather better than most people but didn't know that the sky was black at night until the day before.

[it feels

like a normal day

it feels oddly comforting

it feels like he needs a meal of questionable ingredients]

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[grimmig]

[oh, hello.

these are nice. nice fresh insights. the small, slow cock of a head - though he's got to be careful, he's on watch, so the smile is smothered and substituted for a mental run of the words on the screen.

finally (after not so very long at all) he takes up fingers in arms and notes, idle:]

Spider red,
Spider white,
Spider yet to see the night

Spider shadowed,
Spider's seen
Overhead or in between?

Spider seeing,
Spider blind,
Spider seeking not to find.

Spider's web
Spider's right
Spider spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins

[and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins and spins

h u n g r y. he thinks it over for a moment.

an awful lot of learning to be done. an awful lot of people to sift through, and an awful lot of ants. but perhaps, amongst the chaff and rubble, some of them won't be entirely, incorrigibly ordinary.]

Hungry isn't far off.

[it remains to be seen]

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[bratking]

Who cares what Incy feels? What is he doing climbing up a water spout anyways?

He ought to fall off, that would teach him.

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[grimmig]

not a bad question

Oh but he does. You haven't heard the rhyme? Of course, he climbs right back up again, but these things always have their happy endings.

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[averagemedium]

Things move in cycles. Spiders being spiders though, not really surprised one would get confused. I mean, it's not like they sit there and think about the world, they just- do their spider business, he probably was most curious where to build a web up there.

Unless he was a trapdoor or a wolf spider, I guess? But those aren't so tiny. Probably wouldn't go climbing spouts, either.

As for myself? I feel like this is probably the longest I've bothered thinking about spiders, with a side of wondering just how much you're going to end up sighing at some of the responses you'll get here.

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[grimmig]

An interesting observation. [and not, the longer he thinks on it, far off mark by the end. this whole place is a neat little spot to s p i n and s p i n.]

Oh, plenty. still, I opened the floodgates, I'll deal with the flood. perhaps you should think on spiders a little more often, however. They've more influence than you'd think.

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[considered]

[ a spider.

Jamie Moriarty puts down her paint and wipes her hands clean and thinks of a name she had spotted on the network index next to her own.

At last. ]

what every spider without his web would feel.

Curious.

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[grimmig]

[ oh. oh, good. well done, well done.

sighing to himself (and for a whole new cause, a whole new motivation - f i n a l l y), Jim cracks knuckles outwards and puts fingers to letters. ]

Ding ding ding. We have a winner.

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[standsonhigh]

Why is it that everyone who makes a text post to the network is typing some mysterious tale of wonder to the whole public and seem to assume everyone is fascinated by it? Or that it makes them seem clever and spooky.

It's always the anons as well. I would assume you're the same person but Asgard is bustling with bored masterminds. I suppose they all need a hobby.

Either way, the spider is fucked. Be it escaping the rain, it's location, the boredom or the Gods big lovely boot stomping down on it. Just got to hope the spider has enough of a bite to leave an impression.

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[grimmig]

Oh dear. You've caught me. Clever and spooky was exactly what I was going for, I'm sssssssoooooo embarrassed.

[enough of a bite to leave an impression now that's good, that's nice, but then again he never did much aspire to be a puffy red mark on the skin of a stranger when he grew up

later, then. one dance at a time.]

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[coronavitfossor]

I can see why Incy would feel cheated. He was told one thing, and got the opposite.

Can't say I've ever heard of it that way before.

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[grimmig]

It's a worry. we dance our way from crib to grave and instead of black we get grey.

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[tipsygnostalgia]

im p sure being a spider and all incy doesnt really give a shit about the skies or weather
hes just looking out for some delish flies to snack on
or maybe he is on the hunt for a lady spider ;)

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[grimmig]

Maybe so maybe so

Or maybe he'd rather combine the two
Flies aren't everyone's cup of tea
Omnomnomnomnom :x

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[comeonthensexy]

Sounds like Incy skipped out on basic natural sciences.

Anonymous is becoming a trend.

[Anon text]

[grimmig]

Do you have to be boring

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[gallifreyfalls]

Do you mean to say the spider actually heard the sky growing dark, or did he hear that from others in his web?

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[grimmig]

A whisper on the grapevine, a fact of life, a half-remembered dream. Take your pick.

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[timesnewroman]

I

No offense, but you might be overthinking the rhyme just a little.

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[grimmig]

No offense, but you might want to go somewhere else.

[bossily]

Sounds to me like Incy's a bit slow and probably shouldn't be the topic of a weird, cryptic riddle.

Me, though? I feel a bit like a spider. An overworked one, really, each of my eight legs going in different directions.

[grimmig]

[ this is an interesting one, isn't it? first of all there's the complete refusal to play and then, immediately, there's a double back... ]

On roller-blades?

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[liquidsky]

[ooc: Late, but I can't discriminate against non-female Moriartys just because I was on holidays.]

With the web gone?

Eager. And looking for anchor points.

private&anon text; awoooo good hello

[grimmig]

[ oh, hello— ]

You sound like quite an enthusiast. Well versed in arachnids?