I mean, that's fairly true. Especially when people don't clean them adequately. The water isn't hot enough to kill most bacteria, either.
Halforums House 4 - Story/Update thread
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This hot tub talk is so gross.
Hey! I was tired! No need for name calling!
GasBandit
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Monday, 2nd of Summer, Year 1 - Household 3
We hate to break it to you.
We hate to break it to you.
As we rejoin household 3, Bubble is watching sports while Cog hones his logic skills via chess...
Vero and Drawn Inward are messing around online while Mind Detective runs on the treadmill and Grue frolics on the dance floor.
Kags is getting some early morning laps in.
MD's needs are remarkably high for 5 in the morning, so I send him on a long jog while I attend to the others.
First, I have Vero cook up a big breakfast for everybody.
Grue's got work in a couple hours, but I have him practice his comedy until then.
Bubble's highest skill is Logic, so I have him play chess with Cog, who also has a vested interest in raising that skill.
Drawn Inward is apparently too impatient to wait for Vero to finish cooking, and gets some leftover grilled cheese out of the fridge.
Siblings yuk it up.
After breakfast, Vero loads the dishwasher, and it promptly belches water onto the floor and starts sparking electricity everywhere.
This is a good opportunity for Cog to advance his aspiration!
And while he's at it, fixing a toilet is also on the list of honey-do's.
Grue heads off to work.
Drawn enjoys some tea and conversation with Kags and Bubble...
... and then I send him off to the stream to go fishing. Maybe he'll catch something collectible, for his aspiration.
Oh dear, for some reason, Grue has been sent home from work early.
I set Vero to practicing with a mirror to raise her charisma, to (as usual) help with her aspiration.
And I get Grue to write some jokes to help further his career.
MD gets back from his jog, and he's pumped. And hungry.
He converses with the aspiring logicians while he eats.
Bubble achieves logic level 4. That's one, he needs 3 more level 4 skills to advance his aspiration to be a renaissance sim. Next up... DANCING.
Drawn Inward gets hungry and returns from fishing. He didn't find any collectibles, but he caught 3 lovely fish, and is feeling pretty confident about it.
Bathroom sink broke. Cog is on it.
Bro! Bruh!
Having finished his comedy writing, Grue decides some sugar is in order.
Drawn Inward takes a nap. When he wakes up, his hair has gone grey - he is officially an elder. In fact, over the course of the day, most of the household ages up - though most of them go from young adult to adult.
Grue makes sure Polly gets attention.
Vero has worn herself out talking to that darn mirror all day. This coffee can't brew fast enough for her.
Kags prankishly tells Bubble some fake bad news. She thinks it is hilarious, but Bubble's not laughing.
The coffee came too late. Nap time for Vero.
TV and Coffee for the conscious, and a little kitty petting, too.
Kags breaks the tea machine. Welp, what ya gonna do, eh? Cog is also having a nap, so it will have to wait.
Polly's having a nap as well.
Bubble and MD chat while they each attend to their respective interests.
Vero awakens from her nap, and she exchanges jokes with Grue.
Bubble's dance session is terminated by plumes of dark smoke wafting from the top of the jukebox. What the heck is going on around here today?
The fellas seem to be taking cues from MD's good example.
Grue has apparently decided to teach himself the guitar.
Having awoken from his nap, Cog gets to work on the jukebox.
Then he and Bubble have a tasty dinner of leftovers.
And then the kitchen sink breaks. Cog's getting LOTS of skill improvement in being handy today.
He goes on to repair the teapot.
Cog is now sitting on a veritable wealth of upgrade parts. Time to start making things not break so much! Starting with this razzafraggin sink, and moving on to the toilet.
At this point, the only ones awake are Cog, Drawn, and Kags. The siblings watch TV and chat while Cog returns to studying the chessboard. This continues until morning.
Vero and Drawn Inward are messing around online while Mind Detective runs on the treadmill and Grue frolics on the dance floor.
Kags is getting some early morning laps in.
MD's needs are remarkably high for 5 in the morning, so I send him on a long jog while I attend to the others.
First, I have Vero cook up a big breakfast for everybody.
Grue's got work in a couple hours, but I have him practice his comedy until then.
Bubble's highest skill is Logic, so I have him play chess with Cog, who also has a vested interest in raising that skill.
Drawn Inward is apparently too impatient to wait for Vero to finish cooking, and gets some leftover grilled cheese out of the fridge.
Siblings yuk it up.
After breakfast, Vero loads the dishwasher, and it promptly belches water onto the floor and starts sparking electricity everywhere.
This is a good opportunity for Cog to advance his aspiration!
And while he's at it, fixing a toilet is also on the list of honey-do's.
Grue heads off to work.
Drawn enjoys some tea and conversation with Kags and Bubble...
... and then I send him off to the stream to go fishing. Maybe he'll catch something collectible, for his aspiration.
Oh dear, for some reason, Grue has been sent home from work early.
I set Vero to practicing with a mirror to raise her charisma, to (as usual) help with her aspiration.
And I get Grue to write some jokes to help further his career.
MD gets back from his jog, and he's pumped. And hungry.
He converses with the aspiring logicians while he eats.
Bubble achieves logic level 4. That's one, he needs 3 more level 4 skills to advance his aspiration to be a renaissance sim. Next up... DANCING.
Drawn Inward gets hungry and returns from fishing. He didn't find any collectibles, but he caught 3 lovely fish, and is feeling pretty confident about it.
Bathroom sink broke. Cog is on it.
Bro! Bruh!
Having finished his comedy writing, Grue decides some sugar is in order.
Drawn Inward takes a nap. When he wakes up, his hair has gone grey - he is officially an elder. In fact, over the course of the day, most of the household ages up - though most of them go from young adult to adult.
Grue makes sure Polly gets attention.
Vero has worn herself out talking to that darn mirror all day. This coffee can't brew fast enough for her.
Kags prankishly tells Bubble some fake bad news. She thinks it is hilarious, but Bubble's not laughing.
The coffee came too late. Nap time for Vero.
TV and Coffee for the conscious, and a little kitty petting, too.
Kags breaks the tea machine. Welp, what ya gonna do, eh? Cog is also having a nap, so it will have to wait.
Polly's having a nap as well.
Bubble and MD chat while they each attend to their respective interests.
Vero awakens from her nap, and she exchanges jokes with Grue.
Bubble's dance session is terminated by plumes of dark smoke wafting from the top of the jukebox. What the heck is going on around here today?
The fellas seem to be taking cues from MD's good example.
Grue has apparently decided to teach himself the guitar.
Having awoken from his nap, Cog gets to work on the jukebox.
Then he and Bubble have a tasty dinner of leftovers.
And then the kitchen sink breaks. Cog's getting LOTS of skill improvement in being handy today.
He goes on to repair the teapot.
Cog is now sitting on a veritable wealth of upgrade parts. Time to start making things not break so much! Starting with this razzafraggin sink, and moving on to the toilet.
At this point, the only ones awake are Cog, Drawn, and Kags. The siblings watch TV and chat while Cog returns to studying the chessboard. This continues until morning.
GasBandit
Staff member
GasBandit
Staff member
Tuesday, 3rd of Summer, Year 1 - Household 4
Whoa-oa here she comes. Watch out boy, she'll chew you up.
Whoa-oa here she comes. Watch out boy, she'll chew you up.
Every darn household is being so unproductive when I first arrive at them. Goofing off, the lot of them.
DA's playing chess. Well, if it puts him in the right mood for chasing his aspiration, that could be useful.
Dei's just watching political stuff on TV though. Apparently her audition didn't yield any results, and there's no open auditions in the near future, so she's sort of in limbo as far as becoming an actress is concerned.
Tin's swimming some laps, but there's a Daisy puddle nearby that is taking him out of the moment.
Celt Z is, at least, doing something productive - though, since she considers cleaning to count as fun, I suppose it's only sensible.
Dei takes it upon herself to grill up some veggie burgers for breakfast. But it looks like she might need some pepto.
The sisters begin chowing down, and something is in the air...
I wager it's this thing. Every time Celt Z has gone on a date, she's brought home one of these... and it just seems to radiate romance to anyone within line of sight.
Nobody is immune to its siren song... though, some people aren't exactly trying to resist it, either.
Snuffles, however, is unaffected, because Daisy is sick and he's gotta be a daddy.
And while he is occupied outside, it looks like Celt Z has decided to rearrange Snuffles' closet - with Gas' help. Jeez, I'm kinda surprised the door didn't buckle under all that impact stress.
And then a little post-nookie coffee. Because sex is nice, but coffee is COFFEE.
It may be cloudy out, but DarkAudit and Tin go sliding anyway.
Alright, that's enough "fooling around" for now... it's time to get cracking on aspirations. The next step in Snuffles' aspiration lies in employment. I have him get a job.
I set Tin and Jwhouk to reading, and get Gas and DA to attempt to achieve a focused mindset by playing chess against each other. They need that frame of mind for a "focused" 2 hour video game session for their aspiration.
Celt Z has her own aspirations of course, and now thoroughly caffeinated, she's revved up and ready to go.
So as not to interrupt the studiousness of her housemates, I send Celt Z to household 3, looking for a fresh face to press.
Oh hey, check out this guy on the treadmill, hubba hubba.
A little schmoozing, a little sweet talk, and MD is putty in Keltsy's hands.
But then he goes and makes it wierd. Uhhh.. time to move on.
She tries her luck at Household 2 across the street.
Patrthom's looking a little greyer, and is apparently too absorbed in his chess game to really interact with Celt Z... but who's this blushing brunette on the dance floor...
It's all too easy to twitterpate Emrys.
The romantic tension is too much, and Emrys runs away to have a relaxing soak.
That's ok. Celt Z is a patient huntress. She helps herself to some tea while she waits.
Emrys didn't stand a chance.
.... or has the huntress become the hunted?
It has been a VERY busy day already, and the coffee is wearing off. Celt Z elects to go home to recharge.
Meanwhile, Tinwhistler has grilled up some fruit. Can't have a day without grilled fruit, after all.
COFFEE.
Snuffles needs to get to skill 7 in mixology. I send him downstairs to practice.
I corral everybody back into chasing their dreams again... but Gas and DarkAudit just won't cooperate. There's too many distractions, and they can't get focused.
In order to achieve the next level of her goals, Celt Z needs to get her charisma skill to 4. I set her to practicing making eyes and whatnot with the mirror.
Oh yeah, sure, just rub it in, Dei. She achieves focus without even really trying.
DA needs a nap, so I call a recess on his and Gas' pursuit of gaming zen.
The focusing effects of chess have been outweighed by the confidence surge Gas received from winning at it, anyway.
Meanwhile, I spot Kags and Terrik at the playground next door, having an animated argument over some baked potatoes.
Gas samples the fruits of Snuffles' labor, and Dei grabs some dinner and joins in. As if to mock my futile efforts, Jwhouk becomes focused on video games.
Celt Z's hard work pays off with a charisma skill point. Now she's really exhausted, so she heads off to bed.
Sometimes art really DOES imitate life.
It's not even 9pm yet and half the household has gone to bed.
Oh wait, my mistake... Jwhouk hasn't gone to bed, he's just taking a nap on a bench by the pool.
Gas FINALLY achieves focus! He wants to go to bed, so I have to force him to play video games. Wow, sometimes art does NOT imitate life at all.
And there goes DA! Finally! This took literally all day!
Tin needs to read books for his aspiration, but the solitude is starting to affect his need to be social.
When I'm not looking, Gas and DA's concentration fails, and Gas sneaks off to bed instead of finishing his game.
Dei got a few hours of sleep, so she wakes up and decides to go midnight slip-n-sliding.
Jwhouk needs more books too. When he awakens from his nap, I sit him with Tin, maybe it will count as socializing if they read together?
Apparently that brief burst of physical activity was just what Dei needed... to get back to sleep. In her preferred location, of course.
She wakes up 2 hours later feelin'.... saucy.
Dei decides that 3 am is the perfect time to go troll the forums. DA finally admits it is time for bed. Tin follows soon after, but...
Jwhouk has pulled an all nighter.
DA's playing chess. Well, if it puts him in the right mood for chasing his aspiration, that could be useful.
Dei's just watching political stuff on TV though. Apparently her audition didn't yield any results, and there's no open auditions in the near future, so she's sort of in limbo as far as becoming an actress is concerned.
Tin's swimming some laps, but there's a Daisy puddle nearby that is taking him out of the moment.
Celt Z is, at least, doing something productive - though, since she considers cleaning to count as fun, I suppose it's only sensible.
Dei takes it upon herself to grill up some veggie burgers for breakfast. But it looks like she might need some pepto.
The sisters begin chowing down, and something is in the air...
I wager it's this thing. Every time Celt Z has gone on a date, she's brought home one of these... and it just seems to radiate romance to anyone within line of sight.
Nobody is immune to its siren song... though, some people aren't exactly trying to resist it, either.
Snuffles, however, is unaffected, because Daisy is sick and he's gotta be a daddy.
And while he is occupied outside, it looks like Celt Z has decided to rearrange Snuffles' closet - with Gas' help. Jeez, I'm kinda surprised the door didn't buckle under all that impact stress.
And then a little post-nookie coffee. Because sex is nice, but coffee is COFFEE.
It may be cloudy out, but DarkAudit and Tin go sliding anyway.
Alright, that's enough "fooling around" for now... it's time to get cracking on aspirations. The next step in Snuffles' aspiration lies in employment. I have him get a job.
I set Tin and Jwhouk to reading, and get Gas and DA to attempt to achieve a focused mindset by playing chess against each other. They need that frame of mind for a "focused" 2 hour video game session for their aspiration.
Celt Z has her own aspirations of course, and now thoroughly caffeinated, she's revved up and ready to go.
So as not to interrupt the studiousness of her housemates, I send Celt Z to household 3, looking for a fresh face to press.
Oh hey, check out this guy on the treadmill, hubba hubba.
A little schmoozing, a little sweet talk, and MD is putty in Keltsy's hands.
But then he goes and makes it wierd. Uhhh.. time to move on.
She tries her luck at Household 2 across the street.
Patrthom's looking a little greyer, and is apparently too absorbed in his chess game to really interact with Celt Z... but who's this blushing brunette on the dance floor...
It's all too easy to twitterpate Emrys.
The romantic tension is too much, and Emrys runs away to have a relaxing soak.
That's ok. Celt Z is a patient huntress. She helps herself to some tea while she waits.
Emrys didn't stand a chance.
.... or has the huntress become the hunted?
It has been a VERY busy day already, and the coffee is wearing off. Celt Z elects to go home to recharge.
Meanwhile, Tinwhistler has grilled up some fruit. Can't have a day without grilled fruit, after all.
COFFEE.
Snuffles needs to get to skill 7 in mixology. I send him downstairs to practice.
I corral everybody back into chasing their dreams again... but Gas and DarkAudit just won't cooperate. There's too many distractions, and they can't get focused.
In order to achieve the next level of her goals, Celt Z needs to get her charisma skill to 4. I set her to practicing making eyes and whatnot with the mirror.
Oh yeah, sure, just rub it in, Dei. She achieves focus without even really trying.
DA needs a nap, so I call a recess on his and Gas' pursuit of gaming zen.
The focusing effects of chess have been outweighed by the confidence surge Gas received from winning at it, anyway.
Meanwhile, I spot Kags and Terrik at the playground next door, having an animated argument over some baked potatoes.
Gas samples the fruits of Snuffles' labor, and Dei grabs some dinner and joins in. As if to mock my futile efforts, Jwhouk becomes focused on video games.
Celt Z's hard work pays off with a charisma skill point. Now she's really exhausted, so she heads off to bed.
Sometimes art really DOES imitate life.
It's not even 9pm yet and half the household has gone to bed.
Oh wait, my mistake... Jwhouk hasn't gone to bed, he's just taking a nap on a bench by the pool.
Gas FINALLY achieves focus! He wants to go to bed, so I have to force him to play video games. Wow, sometimes art does NOT imitate life at all.
And there goes DA! Finally! This took literally all day!
Tin needs to read books for his aspiration, but the solitude is starting to affect his need to be social.
When I'm not looking, Gas and DA's concentration fails, and Gas sneaks off to bed instead of finishing his game.
Dei got a few hours of sleep, so she wakes up and decides to go midnight slip-n-sliding.
Jwhouk needs more books too. When he awakens from his nap, I sit him with Tin, maybe it will count as socializing if they read together?
Apparently that brief burst of physical activity was just what Dei needed... to get back to sleep. In her preferred location, of course.
She wakes up 2 hours later feelin'.... saucy.
Dei decides that 3 am is the perfect time to go troll the forums. DA finally admits it is time for bed. Tin follows soon after, but...
Jwhouk has pulled an all nighter.
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Me, weird? That's unpossible!
Sheesh, a kiss is less forward that the rose I keep in my running shorts? Harumph!
I know Kung-fu
On the upside, that rose in my pants keeps things smelling sweet down there.
Maybe it had the opposite effect on the rose.
Bow chicka wow wow!
GasBandit
Staff member
Wednesday, 4th of Summer, Year 1 - Household 5
I heard somebody say "Burn, baby, burn."
I heard somebody say "Burn, baby, burn."
We begin this placid wednesday with a typical scene. TV is being watched, hotdogs are being grilled...
... forums are being trolled, and Zappit is standing there watching the smaller TV dressed as a colonial militiaman for some reason I can't fathom...
... and Tiger is getting his groove on, blissfully uncaring that a few scant inches of glass and some 2 by 4s are all that separates him from a 20 foot plummet into the entryway.
Suddenly, the grill bursts into flames, and nobody can stop shitting themselves long enough to know what to do other than gather around it and gesticulate frantically. Eventually, saner heads prevail, and they run screaming AWAY from the fire, leaving it to consume whatever it will.
The only one not smart enough to do so is Bhamv, but I'm able to get her to leave with a little prodding. Nobody can even use their cell phones to call the fire department, they're so panicked.
As soon as the fire spreads indoors, the sprinkler system thankfully kicks in and extinguishes the flames. The household is down a rug, a bush, and a very expensive grill, but at least nobody was hurt.
And to add just ONE more bit of stress to Sara's day....
Naturally, everybody's really tense AF right now. Everybody has their own ways of dealing with it. Sparhawk decides to take up yoga.
Bhamv and Tiger eat breakfast in tense silence, punctuated only occasionally by flatulence.
Zappit goes for a steam, while Null decides to inform the hot tub of the grill's tragic demise, describing the event in great detail with sweeping gestures and graphic prose.
Spar has work today, but I decide he's not in the best frame of mine to go to work right now, and he takes some PTO.
After all, it's not like the fire was bad enough, his dog is sick. AGAIN. It takes him a while, but he manages to diagnose and treat Silk successfully.
Zappit is inspired to paint more. Was his hair grey before the fire?
I get the feeling the sauna is going to be a popular spot today. Tension runs amok.
Aw, shit.
Tiger and Sara decide to go skating instead, since the sauna now smells like MD's rose garden. Also, I notice it's lottery day, so I have everybody buy a ticket. Because obviously today's LUCKY, right?
Null decides to address the sauna problem directly.
With the insurance payment for the fire, I replace the grill... and also install a little something that I should have done earlier.
As if to illustrate the need for my purchase, Bhamv decides to light up the backyard campfire... and then immediately go back to the now-clean sauna, leaving the fire to burn unattended.
Sara finally crashes.
Zappit is in a painting frenzy.
With tensions beginning to ease, I set Klew back to working on his aspiration.
Silk gets sprayed by a skunk.
Bhamv spent too much time in the sauna and is now utterly miserable. She decides she may as well get to work cleaning up the ashes of the fire.
Sparhawk gathers up Silk for a bath, while Sara has angry words with strangers on the internet.
Rub a dub dub, man it stinks in this tub.
Klew gets his zen on up on the balcony. Hi Emrys!
The outdoor watering sprinkler breaks. This is a good opportunity for Sara to fulfill the "fix or upgrade something" requirement part of her aspiration.
Not much by way of food left in the house after all the excitement, so she cooks up some Mac and Cheese for dinner.
She barely sits down before the dishwasher bursts into sparks and steam.
Well, she's too tired to deal with that right now. She heads off to bed. The others can just wash their dishes in the sink tonight.
Uh, yeah... about that.
Bhamv takes out her frustrations on the punching bag.
Oh by the way, the stereo's on the fritz, too.
Around 1:30 am, the last person in the house finally lapses into blissful unconsciousness. By the way... none of them won the lottery.
Sara wakes up around 3:30 am though, and after hitting the bathroom, gets right to work on the stereo...
That takes her the better part of an hour, and then she tackles the disaster area that is the kitchen. And it's 5 am, so time to move on....
... forums are being trolled, and Zappit is standing there watching the smaller TV dressed as a colonial militiaman for some reason I can't fathom...
... and Tiger is getting his groove on, blissfully uncaring that a few scant inches of glass and some 2 by 4s are all that separates him from a 20 foot plummet into the entryway.
Suddenly, the grill bursts into flames, and nobody can stop shitting themselves long enough to know what to do other than gather around it and gesticulate frantically. Eventually, saner heads prevail, and they run screaming AWAY from the fire, leaving it to consume whatever it will.
The only one not smart enough to do so is Bhamv, but I'm able to get her to leave with a little prodding. Nobody can even use their cell phones to call the fire department, they're so panicked.
As soon as the fire spreads indoors, the sprinkler system thankfully kicks in and extinguishes the flames. The household is down a rug, a bush, and a very expensive grill, but at least nobody was hurt.
And to add just ONE more bit of stress to Sara's day....
Naturally, everybody's really tense AF right now. Everybody has their own ways of dealing with it. Sparhawk decides to take up yoga.
Bhamv and Tiger eat breakfast in tense silence, punctuated only occasionally by flatulence.
Zappit goes for a steam, while Null decides to inform the hot tub of the grill's tragic demise, describing the event in great detail with sweeping gestures and graphic prose.
Spar has work today, but I decide he's not in the best frame of mine to go to work right now, and he takes some PTO.
After all, it's not like the fire was bad enough, his dog is sick. AGAIN. It takes him a while, but he manages to diagnose and treat Silk successfully.
Zappit is inspired to paint more. Was his hair grey before the fire?
I get the feeling the sauna is going to be a popular spot today. Tension runs amok.
Aw, shit.
Tiger and Sara decide to go skating instead, since the sauna now smells like MD's rose garden. Also, I notice it's lottery day, so I have everybody buy a ticket. Because obviously today's LUCKY, right?
Null decides to address the sauna problem directly.
With the insurance payment for the fire, I replace the grill... and also install a little something that I should have done earlier.
As if to illustrate the need for my purchase, Bhamv decides to light up the backyard campfire... and then immediately go back to the now-clean sauna, leaving the fire to burn unattended.
Sara finally crashes.
Zappit is in a painting frenzy.
With tensions beginning to ease, I set Klew back to working on his aspiration.
Silk gets sprayed by a skunk.
Bhamv spent too much time in the sauna and is now utterly miserable. She decides she may as well get to work cleaning up the ashes of the fire.
Sparhawk gathers up Silk for a bath, while Sara has angry words with strangers on the internet.
Rub a dub dub, man it stinks in this tub.
Klew gets his zen on up on the balcony. Hi Emrys!
The outdoor watering sprinkler breaks. This is a good opportunity for Sara to fulfill the "fix or upgrade something" requirement part of her aspiration.
Not much by way of food left in the house after all the excitement, so she cooks up some Mac and Cheese for dinner.
She barely sits down before the dishwasher bursts into sparks and steam.
Well, she's too tired to deal with that right now. She heads off to bed. The others can just wash their dishes in the sink tonight.
Uh, yeah... about that.
Bhamv takes out her frustrations on the punching bag.
Oh by the way, the stereo's on the fritz, too.
Around 1:30 am, the last person in the house finally lapses into blissful unconsciousness. By the way... none of them won the lottery.
Sara wakes up around 3:30 am though, and after hitting the bathroom, gets right to work on the stereo...
That takes her the better part of an hour, and then she tackles the disaster area that is the kitchen. And it's 5 am, so time to move on....
GasBandit
Staff member
Thursday, 5th of Summer, Year 1 - Household 1
Ain't no Party like a Wasabi Dinner Party cause a Wasabi Dinner Party don't stop. Even if you want it to.
Ain't no Party like a Wasabi Dinner Party cause a Wasabi Dinner Party don't stop. Even if you want it to.
Li Jun refills the dog feeder while Gryfter takes another step down his aspired path by fixing the dishwasher.
If you ask me, pets get sick in this game WAY too often.
General Specific had something else in mind for breakfast, I guess.
Whatever's on TV has had an effect on Wasabi.
Charon has no problem indulging in exactly what HE wants for breakfast: Cake.
Alright, break time's over, slackers, time to achieve.
General Specific's got work in an hour, but he squeezes in some vidya before he has to go.
Charon is cooking up a storm, and his sister deals with the mess.
Terrik and Wasabi don't particularly have anything to do... so they just decide to dance. Terrik's off work today, btw.
Wasabi has a master plan to advance both her own and Charon's aspiration - a dinner party, hosted by her, and catered by Charon. They invite 15 of their closest neighbors at 7 pm tonight.
Wasabi takes her flirty self online to chat, while Cheesy catches up on his reading and Terrik does some medical research.
Gryfter has achieved logic level 4, and can now understand intermediate logic textbooks.
Terrik pampers Luca. Charon, I think, has a junk food problem.
Of course. Every time Wasabi plans a party, it starts thunderstorming. Lightning strikes the back yard, leaving a black crystal there.
In anticipation of tonight's crowd, I temporarily renovate the dining room to add seating.
And, of course, I have to move the Tiki bar indoors again.
To avoid the sort of fiasco that happened at Wasabi's birthday party, I make sure Charon has a nap nice and early today.
Li jun has achieved skill level 6 at the violin. Very impressive. Gryfter tries out Charon's fruitcake.
It does not agree with him.
I don't know why General Specific is so grumpy, he got a promotion today.
It's an hour til the party starts, so Wasabi hires Snuffles to work the tiki bar.
Little bit of "pre-party" goin' on in here.
Just after 7, the guests begin to arrive.
The joint is jumpin'.
The stress of the raging thunderstorm outside drives many of the guests into the sauna to relax.
Uh oh. Deja vu.
The guests abandon the sauna, and Terrik tries to mitigate the problem with some febreze.
At 10 pm, Snuffles abandons his post. Wasabi frantically tries to re-hire him. The party's not over yet!
Well, at least everybody seems to like the cake.
Cheesy's had enough socializing and goes to bed.
I swear, it's like the appliances KNOW when there's a party on. The sink and the refrigerator both go on the blink.
With no explanation, Bhamv strips out of her clothes and parades through the house.
Oh, I see, she apparently wants to shower in the rain. In a thunderstorm. Luckily, she is not struck by lightning this time. Zappit just can't stand to see an empty easel, I guess.
At 1 am the guests file out the door. Zappit sticks around a bit to finish his painting.
Oh, and Snuffles finally shows up for his "second" shift. Mr. Punctuality.
Dear lord, what the hell happened here...?
Well, the party might not have been the best - neither Wasabi nor Charon got credit toward their aspirations (I have no idea why I am so bad at hosting parties), but hey, when life gives you a mixologist at 1am, you have a 2-person dance-athon.
Just kidding. Wasabi's going to be tidying up for hours.
Cheesy's the first to wake that morning. Mmmm.... cake for breakfast. I set the kitchen and dining room back to rights, and then it's time to move on.
If you ask me, pets get sick in this game WAY too often.
General Specific had something else in mind for breakfast, I guess.
Whatever's on TV has had an effect on Wasabi.
Charon has no problem indulging in exactly what HE wants for breakfast: Cake.
Alright, break time's over, slackers, time to achieve.
General Specific's got work in an hour, but he squeezes in some vidya before he has to go.
Charon is cooking up a storm, and his sister deals with the mess.
Terrik and Wasabi don't particularly have anything to do... so they just decide to dance. Terrik's off work today, btw.
Wasabi has a master plan to advance both her own and Charon's aspiration - a dinner party, hosted by her, and catered by Charon. They invite 15 of their closest neighbors at 7 pm tonight.
Wasabi takes her flirty self online to chat, while Cheesy catches up on his reading and Terrik does some medical research.
Gryfter has achieved logic level 4, and can now understand intermediate logic textbooks.
Terrik pampers Luca. Charon, I think, has a junk food problem.
Of course. Every time Wasabi plans a party, it starts thunderstorming. Lightning strikes the back yard, leaving a black crystal there.
In anticipation of tonight's crowd, I temporarily renovate the dining room to add seating.
And, of course, I have to move the Tiki bar indoors again.
To avoid the sort of fiasco that happened at Wasabi's birthday party, I make sure Charon has a nap nice and early today.
Li jun has achieved skill level 6 at the violin. Very impressive. Gryfter tries out Charon's fruitcake.
It does not agree with him.
I don't know why General Specific is so grumpy, he got a promotion today.
It's an hour til the party starts, so Wasabi hires Snuffles to work the tiki bar.
Little bit of "pre-party" goin' on in here.
Just after 7, the guests begin to arrive.
The joint is jumpin'.
The stress of the raging thunderstorm outside drives many of the guests into the sauna to relax.
Uh oh. Deja vu.
The guests abandon the sauna, and Terrik tries to mitigate the problem with some febreze.
At 10 pm, Snuffles abandons his post. Wasabi frantically tries to re-hire him. The party's not over yet!
Well, at least everybody seems to like the cake.
Cheesy's had enough socializing and goes to bed.
I swear, it's like the appliances KNOW when there's a party on. The sink and the refrigerator both go on the blink.
With no explanation, Bhamv strips out of her clothes and parades through the house.
Oh, I see, she apparently wants to shower in the rain. In a thunderstorm. Luckily, she is not struck by lightning this time. Zappit just can't stand to see an empty easel, I guess.
At 1 am the guests file out the door. Zappit sticks around a bit to finish his painting.
Oh, and Snuffles finally shows up for his "second" shift. Mr. Punctuality.
Dear lord, what the hell happened here...?
Well, the party might not have been the best - neither Wasabi nor Charon got credit toward their aspirations (I have no idea why I am so bad at hosting parties), but hey, when life gives you a mixologist at 1am, you have a 2-person dance-athon.
Just kidding. Wasabi's going to be tidying up for hours.
Cheesy's the first to wake that morning. Mmmm.... cake for breakfast. I set the kitchen and dining room back to rights, and then it's time to move on.
Real-life Cheesy understands, SimCheesy.
I guffawed at this and then had to laboriously explain what I was laughing at to my wife.
On the upside? CAKE FOR BREAKFAST!
And GRAPEFRUIT JUICE!
It's like Gryfter is psychic! Or maybe...
THIS IS NOT YOUR CHILD!
--Patrick