Spider pops over, looking concerned. He's got coffee, water, donuts and homemade cooking.

Spider PINpointed Hook and himself to St. Andrews and beams at him. "Good weather, innit?"

Spider flags one of the guys who work there and orders a whiskey.

"You're a very bitter guy. I take it this is the locked-inside-someone's-head part?" He smirks.

((Sorry this took so long, dear!))

Spider is Lounging. It deserves the capital L. Things have been going quite well for the last few days, and this pleases him.

Heeeeyy. Guess who's getting married, huh?

Spider jitters slightly, but is grinning like mad. He looks happy as he stands waiting for Victor.

Spider grins at Charlie and starts walking, then. "Well. I told you what this place is, yeah? And, I mean, it's probably not the weirdest thing you've experienced lately, what with my amazing alternate showing up and all," he smirks.

( Oh, this is priceless... )

Spider looks tired, exhausted, drained. His face and upper body are littered with scabs and scratches, and there's dried-up blood on his chin and neck. However, you can't help but notice that he looks relieved ( Read more... )