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[prettypurpleparlor]

[The handwriting on the rock is Muffet's usual delicately intricate purple script, for once posing a question of her own instead of replying to someone else:]

When you first arrived here, what do you wish people had told you? What were the questions that would have been the most helpful to have answered?

Alternately, for those only recently arrived, what questions would you most like to ask those of us who have been here longer?

Comments

[proficienciesouttheass]

[ To be fair, he's just crass. He doesn't actually mean to be rude or insulting. Though he tends to overstep some lines. ]

OH WOW THAT SOUNDS FUCKING TERRIFYING!

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, it rather depends on which side of the magic one is on at the time.

[Translation: only if you piss her off.]

[proficienciesouttheass]

YEAH, THAT'S FAIR.
SO, CAN YOU LIKE TURN PEOPLE INTO PUPPETS AND STUFF? OR IS IT JUST STICKY MAGIC WEBS?

[ When he leaves that message, he spends quite some time thinking about the details of this stuff. Maybe too much. It takes some effort to talk about spider stuff quite that much, but the delay between responses helps ease the heebie jeebies. ]

[prettypurpleparlor]

I suppose I could drag someone around by the string, but it would be in the sense of pulling them along, not controlling their body.

[So, like literal puppet strings and not creepy mind control.]

[proficienciesouttheass]

WOW. STILL PRETTY FUCKING CREEPY.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, I do try not to use it willy-nilly. Tying someone up with no warning would be rather impolite, after all.

[proficienciesouttheass]

YEAH, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ASK PERMISSION. PROBABLY.

[Hey, Mags, children read this rock.]

Wrapped unless you'd like to do more.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Indeed.

[Muffet is aware that children read this rock, which is why she is shutting this shit down before it drifts further into innuendo territory.]