<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bb/Tumblr_nw6ns6a6Ju1rygoy3o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Phoebe Jeebies<br/><strong>Monster: </strong>Arachne<br/><strong>Age: </strong>18<br/><strong>Day and Time:</strong>Week 1 Monday Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Creepateria<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Damon, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Phoebe." The listless weaver's hand she gave him wasn't much of an investment. She had five more to work with, and no concept of a dominant hand. Whatever he intended to do with the spare was germane so long as she received it back in one piece. "You can't announce a party that way. I mean, you can, but you shouldn't. Don't you have a...?" The coffin-shaped phone she'd been using to spread the word wiggled at him, shaking its airbrushed charm dangle like a little tail. Texts were coming in.<br/><br/>She sat down, crossed her legs. The umbrella ruffle of her skirt didn't much abide gravity. "First, we text my girls standing over there, so they know what's up." Idle fingers twirled threads of black and pink from her pigtails. "Then we text gossip ghost, who's going to pass the word along." Weaving fingers stretched once, and she'd built a cat's cradle. Twice, and she was assembling a web. "Next is Toralei. If she knows about a party you weren't invited to, she's going to rub it in for sure. Your party's out there now, it's so tantalizing, it could be anything."<br/><br/>The notifications puling up made her smile, but Phoebe didn't have the time to answer them one by one. Just enough details to entice. Damon, the new boy. Pandemonium. Teens only. Bring a bottle. "Then we grab a fearleader. Somebody with a boyfriend. She'll bring a single ghoul to set up with someone." Web finished, she looked up from her work. "Girl politics aren't that complicated. You just have to understand how everybody relates to everybody else."