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Nov 9 07 7:51 PM
High Priestess of Fluffy the Purple Unicorn
~ Naughty, but not trashy
~~~ Reno's Story ~ u/d 4 May ~~~ Tell Me, O Muse, of the heroes who travelled far and wide ~ Homer, The Odyssey Everything falls apart even the people who never frown eventally break down
Nov 9 07 8:01 PM
Welcome to Sturmford Asylum.
Sturmford is the downtown of my Broceliande 'hood, which also houses my A Continent Too Far story lots. So, who knows?
There may be some cameos.
This is a rendition of the Asylum Challenge, with a twist... it's been played with some of our SS2 regulars, with permission, of
course (thanks guys).
I have played it using the rules found here:
You have been committed to a run down mental health facility against your will. In order to prove that you are fit to rejoin
society and earn your freedom, you must achieve the goal your psychiatrist has set for you - your lifetime want.
The catch? You need to achieve your goal as quickly as possible, while keeping 7 other patients, who you don't know and are out
of your control, alive and as happy as possible. Add to that budget cutbacks leading to a lack of decent furniture and limited supplies, and your task gets
I have set the Seasons to Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.
So, first up, here is the place where our patients are expected to find their mental health:
As per the rules, there are only 5 beds, plus one napable couch, and total seating for 6 only.
One toilet, one sink, 1 bath/shower.
One skill item per skill, plus a TV.
There is a stove and no alarms of any kind.
No hacks used. Aging off was applied. Free Will is, obviously, left on.
Now, let's meet our inmates... er, patients.
You can choose the personality for the sim you will control, but must randomly assign personalities to the other 7
I have broken the rules slightly by keeping their personalities re Star Signs for the SS2 ladies, but have otherwise followed the
rules laid out by the challenge.
You may only leave the asylum to work. You may have other sims visit. You can even date other sims as long as you don't
leave the lot. You may influence visitors (you will lose the no influence bonus) to do anything, including cleaning, gardening and repairing.
To be fair re attractions, I have given everyone the same turn-on/turn-offs: On: hats, formalwear. Off: perfume/cologne--none of
which anyone is likely to wear.
First, the Sexy Sims 2 Loonies:
1. Beth Gael.
Beth is, of course, the controllable sim. She is a Capricorn and rolled up a 4: Popularity (sigh). Her lifetime want is, apparently,
to "Become A Celebrity Chef". Urgh. Urgh, urgh, urgh.
I was committed to this mental facility against my will, apparently, although I am obviously sane enough to be in charge here.
Little does the Psychiatrist know... However, the real reason I was committed is to somehow overcome my addiction to pixilated hotties.
I'm thinking that bringing these along for our bedroom walls will not help my recovery. At all.
2. Tempest Mir:
Tempest is an Aquarius who rolled a 6: Family.
Tempest decided that she needed some a vacation and that Sturmford Asylum was just the place to get some peace and quiet and a legal
supply of Happy Pills, and therefore committed herself voluntarily.
Yes, the feller behind her does look familiar. We'll get to him in a moment.
3. Mel-Anne Choly.
Mel-Anne's personality gave her "Pisces" as a star sign and she rolled up a 3: Romance.
Mel-Anne has been quiet about her incarceration, but there are rumours, oh, yes, there are... rumours of murders and arson at
previous institutions. We shall have to watch her, oh, yes...
4. Tavie Us.
Tavie is a Scorpio, and rolled a 2: Fortune.
She has been institutionalised because a recent wedding proposal caused her to have a breakdown. It is suggested that this was due
to her fear of commitment, an accusation she strenuously denies. She is also trying to come to terms with the fact she doesn't look at all like she
5. Julie Jay.
Julie rolled Star Sign 1, 6: Virgo and Aspiration 5: Pleasure
We're not really sure why Julie came to stay. She says she was passing by and thought she'd drop in and was then forced to
stay. I suspect there are other reasons...
We are not the only inmates here. This is, in fact, a co-ed asylum, even though fraternisation is strictly forbidden.
6. Musey Boy
Musey is being treated for alcoholism and Tim Tam addiction, and, we suspect, narcissism. I don't know that the treatment for
the last will be all that successful.
He rolled Star sign 5, 1, Aries (figures!) Aspiration 4: Popularity (which explains a LOT).
7. Josh Holloway. Little boy Lost? Josh was admitted for homicidal tendencies and difficulties with anger
Josh rolled Star sign 4, 6: Pisces and Aspiration 1: Knowledge.
8. Tom Welling.
I told you we'd get to him. Tom is in Sturmford Asylum to treat his Super Hero Complex.
He rolled Starsign 3, 4: Cancer (oooh, another sensie water sign. Yum) and Aspiration 1: Knowledge
Stay tuned... for, as wheels through the sands of hourglass times, so are the days of our forums. Or something.
Credits: Tom is by jamielia @ MTS2 and Josh by ReginaS @ MTS2.
Nov 9 07 8:30 PM
Here's the first part, but I had to trawl through literally hundreds of shots to get the ones that would work
into some sort of credible storyline *grin* so the rest will take a while. I worked it out from the shots and didn't manipulate thought bubbles or
what-have-you. They did seem to be quite obsessive about a single subject. You'll see.
I took over 800 pics. I am an idiot. Also, I just want to say that any comments, derogatory-seeming or otherwise, are directed at
the actions of the sims themselves, not of the respective members of the board.
Yes. I know you know. x
I wonder what they think of me? I hope they like me. I hope I'm popular. I hope my psychiatrist, Mr Noodle, is happy with my
performance. I hope I can make some friends.
Dear Mr Noodle,
Please find enclosed my first report on Sturmford Asylum.
As requested, I have kept track of all activities of the other patients, using the installed cameras so that I can keep track of
their activities even while I am at work.
I do have one thing I really must say before I start. While I realise that funding for this facility is very tight, I really
must strongly protest at the conditions here. Expecting these people to fend for themselves while I am not present is ridiculous at best, and I really feel
that the hiring of a nurse while I am at work would be a good idea. I have no idea what the other residents are capable of, and I would rather there were
someone here than just allowing them to fend for themselves. It just seems very unsafe.
While on the subject of safety, I also must protest the lack of proper precautions against such things as fire and, well, fire.
Surely Sturmford shire regulations require a smoke alarm be fitted, at the very least? A fire extinguisher would be nice, too.
Anyway, I think the residents will all get along well together, and I look forward to the day that you declare me fit for
release on the day I become a world-renowned Celebrity Chef.
Ms B. Gael
Monday, Week 1
A relatively uneventful day, if you don't count the visitors, rabid cat, people weeing their pants and some definite indications
that there is a certain amount of crazy in the house.
I am not sure why I am surprised at that.
Mind you, the first indication of it was the mass exodus to the bathroom. I thought this was due to the long trip, you know, a need
to use the loo; but apparently it actually had to do with a sudden need for everyone to check out the bathroom cabinet.
And fair enough, too. It was the nicest item in the house.
Apparently, Musey feels the same way about this house as I do. I rather liked him for that.
At least, I did until he moved on to another subject.
Musey: So, what about a kiss?
Beth: Erhm, that's a little inappropriate, don't you think? Go play with yourself.
So, he did.
My first point of order was, as you instructed, Mr Noodle, to find a job. Unfortunately, a job in my chosen profession wasn't
available, so I decided to spend some time observing and getting to know my fellow housemates.
Mel-Anne spent quite a lot of time telling the other people how much she admires them, which I found kind of strange, given that
we'd all only just met. Tom was quite taken by that. So was Tempest, later.
I have some suspicions about Mel-Anne.
I also have some suspicions about Josh.
I spent quite some time talking to him, and it seems he has a strange shoe fetish... at least, I thought it was a shoe fetish, until
he moved on to a subject that didn't make any sense...
Haunted by pink? What?
He didn't say what he was getting at, but I felt sure there was more to what he was saying than he actually told me outright. I
determined to keep an ear out and see what could be ascertained as time went on.
This was not the first time I was to hear about this from one of the patients...
Oh, and Mel-Anne apparently admires Julie, too.
But I didn't have time to dwell upon this, as while I was busy talking, Tempest and Julie took the opportunity to escape
outside, to some secret space that I was not to find about until later...
To do some secret crazy person's business...
Did this have something to do with Josh's rambling? I will have to wait and find out.
Then, completely and utterly unexpectedly, some visitors arrived to welcome us to the neighbourhood. Really? All the way
out here, at the edge of Sturmford? What were the odds?
These visitors, although strangely dressed, seemed familiar to me, although I couldn't quite place them.
I wonder what they're thinking?
The one who called himself Markas seemed to be quite familiar with Musey, though. I wondered if they had met before. And Tempest
seemed quite taken by our visitor, as well. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he was walking around half dressed. Who knows?
I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, though.
It was at about then that the first fights for the bathroom started.
I really have to say that if the department could see fit to provide the facility with another bathroom we would all be eternally grateful, sir.
I mean, really grateful.
And so would I. You cannot possibly know what sort of mess they've made.
And it's really not good for their mental health to pee their pants. Or mine to see a grown homicidal maniac cry.
Even Tavie, who seems to be quite a tolerant lady, apart from her occasional tendency to mutter something
about "moneybags", has issues with the consequences. The visitors weren't happy, either.
And what, exactly, is Julie washing back there?
Meanwhile, Tom, it seems, is an animal lover. If you can call it that. Obviously this facility does, in fact,
have enough space to toss a cat. Swing a cat. Whatever. I figured that was fine. Animals are good company in an institutional setting. They keep the blood
On the other hand... everyone, say goodbye to the cat. Bye cat.
Mel-Anne took up some art therapy.
And Musey did finally deal with his, erhm, scent issues.
Tempest took some time to check the likely beefcake in the room. Family sim, you know; must always keep an
eye out for prospective breeders, I suppose.
And look. See, Mr Noodle? Even the guests were forced to have a toilet show-down.
Tavie and Julie obviously felt that the house required a few more rugged inhabitants.
Tavie: Hasn't she ever heard of the BodyBuilder mesh?
Now, I did insist on being the one to cook for them, what with the fire risk and all. I made mac and cheese, and didn't even burn it. See,
I'll be a spiffing chef.
It was after dinner that I feel I got an insight into Julie's... um... issue.
She may think that work drives her crazy, but I suspect it's the other way around. OCD, anyone?
And see the perfectly good mac and cheese I made? Yet, despite this, Musey seems to be enjoying the sandwiches with the lovely green
That can't be good for him. Really.
It was getting late by this time, and yet our visitors seemed to be severely overstaying their welcome.
I decided to go to bed at this time, knowing that I would need to be up early the next morning to get things done before looking for
And, thus, began the bed rush. The ladies, through design (probably) or gentlemanliness on the part of the boys (unlikely; they had
manly things to discuss over their game of chess), managed to get all of the beds.
Tom won the race to the couch, leaving Musey to collapse, defeated, next to it. Broken Wind syndrome, my arse.
And Josh to try and decide whether his hunger or his tiredness was going to win out.
Wow. Tantrum, much?
Obviously, hunger won... sort of. Poor Josh ended up with his face in his meal. There's always one.
Good night, everyone.
I should add to my requests another bed, at least. Maybe even two. That would be nice.
As you can see, the first day was full. I shall sign off now and send you some more tomorrow. Meanwhile, I would appreciate it
if you could consider my requests.
[Don't worry, with over 30 days to report, this will not be a one report per day thing. It's just that more happened earlier
Nov 9 07 9:56 PM
Nov 10 07 5:07 AM
Never do anything you wouldn't want to have to explain to the paramedics.
Nov 11 07 9:46 AM
Nov 13 07 6:29 AM
I am honestly surprised that you cannot see fit to even consider what I have asked, and your reasoning escapes me. You say it is not necessarily a
funding issue, but to see how well the patients can adapt to averse circumstances. I fail to see how this will assist with their recovery, or mine, for that
And to say I was irresponsible for allowing guests inside the facility was a little harsh, considering if I want to make it in the Chef business, as you
have told me I should, I will need to meet new people.
I also realise that leaving urine on the floor overnight was not a great idea, but to be honest I just had no energy left. Perhaps some extra staff
would be useful?
I humbly ask, again, that you reconsider. I cannot help but feel that something terrible will happen if the facility remains underfunded and
I simply cannot keep this facility running on a mere 100 simoleans.
Ms Beth Gael
Tuesday, Week 1
Managed to get a bath in before the others woke up.
Did Josh really sleep on his face like that all night? That can't be comfortable, at all, and I really can't afford a chiropractor.
So, let's look in on a couple of our sleeping patients, shall we?
Tavie is dreaming about Josh. How nice.
And now she's dreaming about Musey. Oookay.
And Julie? Well, she's dreaming about... Julie.
Hi there Tempest. Nice of you to go for the unsexy undies to sleep in rather than the white pjs. It's nice to have variety.
Oh, Mr Noodles, the undies are awful. They ride up your arse at inconvenient moments and Tempest looks way too good in them. It must stop.
And Tom. Well, it was terribly nice of him to make breakfast, but you think he could've woken Josh while he was there. So inconsiderate. I don't think
he has Broken Wing Syndrome at all. Huh.
Meanwhile I found myself thinking of Musey.
When she awoke, Mel-Anne found herself thinking of Musey.
Everybody loves Musey.
And do you blame us? Really?
Tempest, bless her, decided to walk around in her underwear [and I might add, continued to do so through the whole 21 days. She was the only sim who
autonomously chose to sleep in her underwear every single time. I guess she wanted to show off her tatts]. I did speak to her about that, but apparently
bringing up the subject of wearing pink dresses did nothing to sway her.
Neither did it garner me any more information on this mysterious attire. She pretended not to know what I was talking about.
Exhausted and filthy from his attempts at making breakfast cereal, Tom took to his bed.
Meanwhile, Tavie was the first of us all to discover an old ritual, yet new skill, called "the making of the bed."
She was also the first to work out the "bath of bubbles", that which will from herein be termed the "bubble bath."
Mr Noodles, you will be happy to know that I found a job that will start me on my track to the popularity I crave and the role of Celebrity Chef. I found a job
as a Dish washer, due to start at 2pm that afternoon. I would be home by 10pm. I could hope that some of the charges would remain asleep during that time.
It was just as well, given the bills have arrived. I am surprised that you really expect me to fund my time here--not only my time, but that of my fellow
patients--out of my own pocket.
I decided that I should learn some more about cooking in preparation for my new role, so sat down in front of the TV. Musey joined me, and got inappropriate,
again. I gave him my stern face. See my stern face?
Beth: Really. Stop it.
I then developed a sudden desire to get to befriend Mel-Anne, so I wandered over to have a chat with her. Perhaps I could ask her a bit more about why she was
Beth: So. Do you like trains?
Mel-Anne: Trains? Not particularly. Why?
Beth: Oh. No reason.
She didn't like trains. Maybe I should ask her about the pink dress next time.
Josh finally woke up. And yes, he ate the thing he'd had his face in all night. Ew.
And Tempest and Julie brought the Secret Crazy Person's Business into the open. Mel-Anne looked on. Mel-Anne seemed to be planning something...
Tempest: Beth, do you ever feel like there's someone out there watching us? Like we're being filmed or photographed or something?
Beth: Nah. I'm sure you're just being paranoid.
And if she was, in fact, paranoid, she wasn't the only one.
Josh has some issues in that direction, too. Don't worry, Mr Noodle, I will discover what it is he is hiding, eventually. After all, he who has nothing to
hide, hides nothing.
I left for work in time to get there by 2pm, hoping against all hope that I would have done enough to get that promotion. If nothing else, it'd give me a
better car to ride in.
I left a contingency plan behind. After all, if there's food made, no one's going to set the house on fire right?
Seriously. A fire alarm would be just terrific.
I am happy to report that while I was absent, everything seemed to have run very well.
Mel-Anne finished her first painting. I think art therapy will go very well for her.
Tempest apparently decided that, with no hot men to see in the immediate vicinity, she should take to watching them on the tele.
And, meanwhile, the hot men... watch each other sleep. Erhm.
Julie and Musey indulge in some NoLongerSecret Crazy Person's Business and Tavie discovered the joys of playing with herself.
Despite the sandwiches, Mel-Anne and Musey decide to take it upon themselves to cook anyway.
On the stove.
Fortunately, they managed without incident.
I think we had a lucky escape there.
Buoyed by their success they discover a new Secret Crazy Person's Business to try out.
Tavie and Tempest managed to cook their own food as well.
Another lucky escape? I think so.
Musey decides to go for it again, and after the rigours of the day Julie's OCD reasserted itself. She cleaned everything.
Fortunately, Tempest was around to try and knock some sense into her.
"Be. Less. Compulsive!"
Hm. Maybe she really is, in fact, sane.
But, in a major case of the pot calling the kettle black, she decides to wait hand and foot on Musey. Tempest, apparently, can't stop thinking of him
either. That's four.
Mel-Anne: You want to looourve him. You want to kiiiiss him. Love him and maaarrry him.
Mel-Anne? You know that romance sim thing you have going on? Not really the way to win friends and influence people. Or get laid.
Meanwhile, Josh woke up, hungry and in need of a bath. I wonder what his dreams were like, you know, considering?
I guess he'll write it in his diary, later.
At that same moment, I arrived home from work, which was, as you shall soon see, Mr Noodle, fortunate. The Really Good News was that I was promoted to
drive-Through Clerk. And I had a day off the next day. Not conducive to fast promotion, but I would have time to learn more.
However, despite the seemingly good day, it was apparent to me that things weren't completely right in the house. Julie was unhappy.
And so was Tempest. "Want... family."
I didn't have time to deal with them right away, however, for the fridge was empty. While I was busy ordering some groceries, Josh decided that it would be
a good idea to make himself some food. Then he decided that it would be a great idea to clear the room and give himself a sponge bath.
I'm sure you can predict the results of this. Fortunately, I was there to call the fire brigade, and the fire was put out without anyone being killed.
Shall I say "I told you so" now, Mr Noodle?
It was not without its harm, though. Tempest went into lala land so badly she didn't even notice the hot red-headed fireman checking her out. She may have
been sane before, but no longer, oh no.
And Josh went down as well. Hence your visits, Mr Noodle. Are you happy?
[yes, I did cheat and click on Tempest to get the picture of the psychiatrist. Don't worry, I didn't look at Tempest's needs or wants].
Tom also started to show more fear, starting out the window at seemingly nothing and mumbling things about "Kal-El" and "Krypton".
He finally started to talk about his fear of missiles hitting a plane but also developed an unhealthy ability to make porcelain bowls stick to his hand,
defying the laws of gravity.
But one good thing did come out of their ordeal. Tempest and Josh started to talk about the Overpowering Cult of the Pastel Pink Gown.
Nov 13 07 6:31 AM
I really do have to emphasise how important it is becoming that you not only acknowledge these letters but at least tell me if you plan to do anything
about my requests. Surely the fire yesterday demonstrated to you how serious the conditions at this facility really are.
It's not much, just a smoke alarm. But it could save lives. I mean, if I hadn't been required to spend my own money on food and the bills then I
could have picked one up myself on the way home from work yesterday.
Please don't make me ask again.
PS If you aren't even going to respond to my reports, then I will not be sending them to you daily. Please advise if you wish this to
Wednesday, Week 1
Mr Noodle, I am not sure what it was you said to Tempest to get her back on her feet after the fire last night, but whatever it was...
I'm reasonably confident it didn't work.
Josh doesn't seem to be getting a handle on his paranoia, either. He's obviously hiding something. Is he writing down what Tom told him or does he have
a more nefarious agenda?
Musey and Mel-Anne made their own food today, but it seems that they can learn from experience, as they very carefully chose recipes that did not involve the
use of the stove.
I also think that, perhaps, Tempest has been sampling too many of those Happy Pills. Perhaps you should consider adjusting her dosage? I mean, I know I'm
not the psychiatrist here, but, honestly, something just doesn't seem quite right with her today.
Her rendition of "Mockingbird" was more than a little disturbing.
The talk of the power of the Pink Dress Cult spread today. Obviously due to his new information, Josh told Tavie about it.
He later postulated that it was part of a government conspiracy. I think he's wrong. Aren't most politicians in favour of wearing pink dresses when the
occasion calls for it? Or was that just one of the CIA heads?
But I didn't have time to worry about that, because I noticed a new undercurrent in the house. Tom. A worry, really.
Tom watched Tempest talk to Josh.
Tom watched Tempest check out Musey.
Tom decided to take matters into his own hands.
Ah. Obviously Tom's Broken Wing Syndrome asserted itself when Tempest had her breakdown and he considers her a Certified Damsel In Distress and has
developed a crush. How cute.
Ah, well. Can't hurt. Can it?
Speaking of Musey, he received a mysterious phone call today while I was busy skill-building.
Musey: Yeah. Hi, Reno. I know she's been neglecting you. Yeah. Okay. I'll get onto her about it.
[No. I have no idea either]
I told them about my promotion, too, but no one seemed to care.
Maybe they don't like me? But I want to be popular, dammit. They hate me. Oh noes...
Julie spent some time that day staring at the TV--which wasn't on.
Musey: Seriously. I mean, if you like, I'll let you...
Beth: Don't even finish that sentence, baby puppy.
Julie spent some more time staring--this time at the wall in the loo. Which, likewise, wasn't on.
And she continued staring at it as time passed, while I made dinner, while Tempest discovered the joys of the Bubble Bath and while Mel-Anne learned the joys
of playing with one's self from Tavie.
Meanwhile, I developed a plan, oh, yes. A plan. And a sudden desire to be friends with Musey. [sudden desire = rolled up "be best friends with..."
stupid Popularity sims]
Beth: Listen. I'll consider that thing you were talking about earlier, you know, with the handcuffs, but I need you to do something for me. While
I'm at work tomorrow, find out all you can about the powers endowed in the Pink Dress.
Musey: Okeys. Just the pink dress?
Musey: Or do you want me to ask about the blue hats too?
Beth: No, just the dress stuff will be fine. Thanks.
As if I don't have enough to worry about.
I am really worried about what will happen while I'm at work tomorrow, Mr Noodle. I am not entirely sure that the residents are going to be able to cope
on their own. Please send over another staff member. I am just one person!
And I am not entirely sure that Everybody, in fact, Loves Musey.
Although just enough do to make trouble.
And obviously one just can't make up his mind.
Josh: You know, on second thoughts, he actually has a really nice arse.
Julie kept below the radar today, but I suspect she's been talking to Tom. She did spend a lot of time watching nothings on the wall and then took to
staring out the window a lot.
And she didn't clean a single thing.
It's possible there was more to it, though.
Julie: There are things in the sky. Ever seen them?
Mel-Anne: Erhm... okay then. If you say so. I'd always heard that the whole sky phenomenon was a myth.
Julie: Yeah, I hope so, because I heard that stuff can fall out of the sky, too.
Mel-Anne: Like what?
Julie: Yes! Really!
Mel-Anne: I'll believe it when I see it.
I did get some time today to explain to Mel-Anne that as a romance sim, if she wanted to be happy, then she would have to do more than play with herself, and
showed her that she could just as easily enjoy playing with others. I'm not entirely sure she agreed with me.
I also took pity on Tom and tried to influence him to admire The Object Of His Affection Otherwise Known As Tempest (TOOHAOKAT) but he got all shy and
didn't. Apparently, it wasn't the right thing to do, under the circumstances. [I took pity on poor Tempest who was hedging Aspiration failure all day
and decided to forfeit the "no influence" bonus. She went to bed before Tom got to her. Missed pic].
And Tavie showed me the ritual of the NoLongerSecret Crazy Person's Business. I was finally a proper part of the household!
Josh took it upon himself, again, to send everyone to the empty bathroom so he could use the sink again.
At least he didn't put something on the stove first.
And... maybe there is another reason Tom was too "shy" to approach TOOHAOKAT.
Thursday, Week 1
Tom and Tempest spent much of the morning indulging in the new Secret Crazy Person's Business. Seemed to go well...
Right up until the time Tempest started talking about how she had forgotten to buy some toys for her Floursack infant.
Tom: Yah. Okay then. I'll be, uh, just going inside now (thought: Craaazy person).
Meanwhile, Mr Noodle, I now have an insight into Josh's dreams. Yes. He dreams of Josh. He thinks Josh's grand. He loves to sit and hold Josh's
Explains the sponge baths, I suppose.
[I just noticed how everyone who sleeps in that bed looks like they're being held up by Vincent Valentine. Coolio. ]
Beth: You know who you should talk to? Mel-Anne. Just make sure you avoid the subject of trains. Go on, have a chat with her, I say in my most
influential way. She's lonely. Oh, and while we're here, what's with the radioactive tarts?
Musey: That's not a very nice thing to say about the other ladies here.
Beth: (blink) What?
He did go and chat with Mel-Anne. Or tried to. She didn't like music either, apparently.
Julie, it seems, can't stop thinking about Musey, either.
This cannot end well.
So, I introduced Musey to the concept that playing with others was a lot more fun than playing with yourself.
Musey: Yes. That is the point I've been trying to make to you for four days.
Damned best friends wants.
Tempest: Look, I want the whole cabana. I want the violins. I want a man who can bake non radioactive tarts.
Tom: Sure, but you really shouldn't call yourself that.
Signs You Need To Get To The Gym More, # 37: A guy stands right behind you, and instead of checking out your arse, he stares out at the sky. Muttering about
how Jor-El is ruining his life.
Then Tempest ran to me excitedly and told me all about how the power of the Pink Dress Cult was going to be the downfall of us all!!!! And how we need to Do
Something About It, Now!!!!!
Seriously. Look at her meds, okay?
Tom: Bugger the Cult of Pink. Look out here.
Tempest: I don't see anything.
Tom: No, up there, see? Shiny thing in the sky.
Tempest: Don't be silly. The sky is just a myth (thought: Craaazy person).
And someone finally noticed the value my promotions would have, and congratulated me. Isn't Tavie lovely?
Then, it was off to work. I got a silly outfit. There is something more than disturbing about having a weenie between your breasts in public.
And the same stupid car to ride in. It almost blew up on the way to work, Mr Noodle. You need to do better.
And I have some suspicions about leaving Josh alone with the others. His homicidal mania hasn't asserted itself yet, but I'm sure it's just a
matter of time. I'm sure he hasn't been working on either his paranoia or hia anger management skills.
Tavie: Sometimes I wonder if all of this just isn't one big game.
Julie: I know what you mean.
Oh, my goodness, I may have been wrong. Josh is in the BATH!!!!!! We have progress, yea, progress at last!
Julie found it very difficult to stop thinking about Musey. This may have, in fact, been a Good Thing for her.
It's possible we've managed to completely cure her of her OCD.
Of course, this begs the question of who is it that's expected to clean up now, hmm?
Tom started dreaming of Tempest that night. Tavie tried to work out ways to make money from inside the Asylum.
Mel-Anne fretted over something; something I was not to find out about until after I got home that night.
While I was at work, some idiot who never pays for his food showed up. I decided to take a creative approach and was praised. The chances of
getting promoted tomorrow are looking good.
Back to Mel-Anne. She seemed to have overheard something when Musey was trying to pry information out of Josh about the power of the Pink Dress Cult.
Good Musey. Nice puppy.
She obviously tried to write it down without the others noticing.
See Josh, how do you like it, huh?
When I arrived home, she sat me down and told me about it, but I couldn't really understand the gabbling.
Mel-Anne: I think the best thing to do is show you what the power is capable of...
I'm not sure I like this.
Get back to me, soon, Mr Noodle. It's feeling all ominous and stuff.
Nov 13 07 6:39 AM
What do you mean, I am only to go straight to and from work and not make any deviations at all, not even for an alarm? That's more insane than I am.
Are you even reading these reports, or do you file them at the bottom of your kitty cat's litter tray?
What, exactly, are your qualifications, anyway? I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be harsh, but I think we all have the right to know.
And I am not paranoid. I am observant.
Send one. Now. Or I will not be held responsible for the consequences.
Friday, Week 1
First thing in the morning, they're at it. The rumours are flying about that Cult. Do they have any authority here? Either that, or Mel-Anne was boasting
about having me with my face in my dinner. Who can tell? [Yes. They were damned obsessive about this subject. I seriously wish it'd been the witchy hat. At
least then I could've thrown in lots of derogatory comments about Harry Potter ]
I think I am getting paranoid, Mr Noodle, because I noticed that the moment I entered the room, all conversation suddenly ceased. I have to say, it was nice to
see Mel-Anne socialising. I spent some time talking to Tom about his wee crush.
Beth: Just let her know how you feel.
Tom: But it isn't safe.
Beth: You're worried about getting hurt?
Tom: No, for her. See, if Jor-El ever...
Beth: Oh, my god.
And Musey spent some time talking to Josh.
Musey: Listen, man, it's all very well carrying around these homicidal tendencies, but ya just gotta give peace a chance. Mellow, dude.
Meanwhile, I've noticed some other rumblings in the house this morning...
Tempest does not look happy.
Musey continued to try to gather information for me. He is such a good boy.
Mel-Anne: You have to understand that pink is all very well, but if you don't accessorise properly, then a disaster beyond your imagination will
Tavie: Disaster beyond your imagination? I knew she upstairs would manage to get a Gerard Butler reference in here somehow.
Oh, and I finally managed to be best friends with Musey. Took a hug. He is so easy to please...
Beth: Kindly get your face out of my ne--gods. That tickles.
Now, I have a sudden desire to have two best friends.
Then I remembered Mel-Anne's painting. The woman was wearing a green dress, but the background was decidedly pink. Maybe I should try emulating
that painting and I would learn more about it.
Musey: I think Tom's cracking up. He's starting talking about everything that's up in the sky. Birds, planes...
Julie: No. You don't say. You know, I always thought the sky was a myth, but now I'm not so sure...
Julie: I can't take it any more. My whole life I've believed there was no such thing as the sky, and now my illusions are being shattered.
Tempest: You think you have problems? I've got some guy showing his affections by smacking me around the head with a pillow every five minutes. I'm not
getting any. And I can't find my baby.
Tempest: Yeah. Can't miss it. White, kinda rectangular, blue face...
Julie: Yep. You're right. My problems are nothing. (Thought: craaazy person).
But when Tempest left, Julie took up her study of the wall again. Julie is pining either for a chance to dance herself or for John Travolta. It's hard to
Tom later came in to have a look at the same spot, with a similar result.
Tom: I must know the answer. I must find out about the mysterious glyphs on this cave wall. I must discover it before anyone else does... damn the Luthors.
No, wait, I don't say 'damn'.
Musey, bless him, was obviously paying attention, so later, while I was at work, he took it upon himself to have a look.
Josh took Musey's advice and decided to play well with others, and Mel-Anne discovered the joys of "the bath of bubbles."
Whatever it was about that spot, it sent Julie right back to OCD-land.
Tom kept a close eye on her. I am starting to worry about that boy. I'm not sure he's that bright.
But he finally got it together enough to... smack Tempest across the head with a pillow. Fun, wot?
Tempest handled her frustration by delving into one of the novels on the bookshelf.
Can you feel my throbbing manhood, Jacqueline? I want to taste your honeyed nectar... my loins burn for you. I will take you like a stallion, bruising
you with my passions. Oh, how your globes of love are heaving with desire! Oh, Jacqueline, I want to flood you with my creamy tribute!
Tempest: How original.
I was promoted again, Mr Noodle, to fast Food Shift Manager! Hopefully that means I can get rid of the silly hat soon...
And I brought home a friend from work. Yes, a friend. Get over it.
Beth: You see, there was this globe, and it was controlling Illuminae, so she let Goran...
Oi, Beth. Wrong story.
Friday night, after work, and the house is a hotbed of activity. And no fires today, no thanks to you, Mr Noodle.
Musey: Mel-Anne told me there are shoes to match...
Saturday, Week 1
Everyone else was up and about before I was.
Josh and Tavie continued to play with one another and Tavie spoke to him a bit more about how he could further handle his anger problems.
Julie cleaned the bath, again. The bath decided, therefore, to start producing its own bubbles. That would make it a bubble... bath.
Yeah. Forget I said that.
Mel-Anne, meanwhile, could not stop thinking about Musie.
I think she got a wee bit creepy about it though.
Julie, back at The Spot. Do you think it's talking to her or something?
After watching Tom, yet again, decide that the best way to show Tempest how he felt was to take out the pillows, I figured it was time to have another word
with that boy.
Tom, you know how when you liked a girl in the third grade, you'd run up to her, punch her in the arm and then run away again?
Tom: Yeah. But only if she wasn't wearing that green pendant of hers.
Beth: Erhm. Okay. Well, there comes a time when you need to take a different approach... (said in my most influential way).
So he did.
I think my work here is done, don't you?
I think Tempest was grateful. I now have two best friends. I am so happy.
Tom, on the other hand, obviously felt the need for some, uh, private time, and was very unhappy that the tub was unavailable.
Fortunately the loo was free.
And when the thoughts of a girl turn to... that can't be good. No marriage allowed in the asylum.
I spent a bit more time working on the painting to see if I could find any codes therein.
You know, I am starting to think that it isn't that Everybody Loves Musey. I think that it's Everyone Is Suspicious of Musey.
And there's Tom, staring at the wall again.
And what happened to the bath? Crap. Obviously it went into bubble overload.
Mr Noodle, have you put a lock on the phone without telling me about it? No handyman listed. What? I have no skill at this.
That accomplished, I made lunch, and was able to spend some time talking about more intellectual pursuits than the Pink Cult.
Beth: No, it was the mouse Apprentice's own fault. If he hadn't tried to be lazy and played with the Sorcerer's magic book, he never would have
flooded the area.
And Tempest now has, uh, privileges, that no one else in the house has. Lucky girl.
Meanwhile, Musey takes himself a little nap. I wonder what he's dreaming about?
And I went to work...
And was promoted to Hostess! Whoot! One step closer to getting out of here.
And I brought home a friend again, it seems.
And a good time was had by all. Except, maybe, Tom.
Tom: But I would hurt Lana... Tempest... who am I?
Sunday, Week 1
The first day of Autumn arrived.
Josh said hello and was suddenly my best friend. Now I have three. And I want five.
And Julie's cleaning again. That can't be good.
Or maybe it is. The people in this house are slobs. How hard can it be to wipe over a bench just after using it?
Tavie postulated her theories on the Pink Dress Cult.
Tavie: I think it's important but I'm not sure why. But then again, it could just be a whole big beat-up by she upstairs.
Beth: But if that was the case, why do we spend so much time talking about it?
Tavie: Beats me.
Maybe she hasn't seen The Spot Above The Loo yet.
Julie decided to play with herself.
Well, that's four. Whoot.
Mel-Anne doesn't look too happy about it though. Perhaps her mind is elsewhere.
I'd say so.
Josh decided that it would be better if Julie had someone to play with.
Hmm. Is there another something here I was previously unaware of? Why are both Mel-Anne and Tavie eyeing Josh?
Mel-Anne: Hello. Romance sim.
Tavie: Actor. Money. Weath sim, remember?
My first day going to work as a Hostess.
Redheads shouldn't wear pink. Or purple.
Wait... pink? Was this the first step into the Pink Dress Cult?
I have to admit, Mr Noodle, that I am concerned. This will be the first day in a while that I am leaving the others behind for a large chunk of time.
Let's just hope they've learned their lesson.
Or that you will come to your senses and authorise the installation of a smoke detector.
Josh: No, I don't think the sky is a myth. I think someone's just been hiding it from us.
Julie: I see. Well, it has to be a government conspiracy of some kind.
Josh: Probably. I think it's the Pink Dress Cult that's to blame.
Julie: You know, you're probably right.
Notice my excellent likeness of Mel-Anne's painting. I will get to the bottom of all of this if it kills me.
I probably shouldn't have said that.
Mel-Anne: But I'm a romance sim. I want to be more than just good friends.
Oh, Mel-Anne. Not wise. Not wise at all.
Tom confirmed to Tempest that he adored only her in the best way he knew how.
When I got home from work (no promotion today; I'm not logical enough), I decided to have a talk with that boy.
Beth: Seriously, Tom, didn't we already go over this? You're an adult now. Smacking a girl over the head with a pillow is no longer considered a
form of courtship.
Tom: Like this?
Beth: That's better.
Musey: I think I'm going to be ill.
The result was predictable. I don't know, Tempest, maybe Tom's a commmitophobe.
Tom: And then Lana...
Tempest: Who's. Lana??
Tom: I thought we weren't doing this any more. And... Ow.
Oh, noes! Tavie's discovered The spot Above The Loo. And she's not happy about it, either. Wonder what she thinks about the Pink Dress Cult now?
Musey: I will learn how to cook for you.
Beth: Oh, all right then. I will consider holding hands. Just once.
We've made it through our first week. We're not unscathed, but we're working on our issues. All in all, it's gone fairly well so far. No
one's killed anyone, anyway.
But... I am going to say again, SMOKE ALARM!!!!!!!!
Nov 13 07 6:42 AM
No, I will not start to call you "Dr Noodle", not, at least, until you start acting like one. I am appalled. Simply appalled that you are
taking all of this so lightly.
I can't help but think that the sooner we are all out of here, the better, so yes, I will be concentrating on my work. But you have to understand
that (and I think I have said this already) I am only one person. I simply cannot do everything around here, and relying on Julie's OCD hardly seems
As for my "encouraging" patient relations, well, I distinctly remember you telling me that I was supposed to keep the other inmates (yes,
inmates; I can no longer consider us patients) happy. You may notice that I've resisted any such "relations" for myself.
As for you, when you start thinking more about safety and a little less about your own sense of self-importance, then, and only then, will I afford you
the respect you seem to think you deserve.
Monday, Week 2
No work today. Now that my fellow housemates have learned a bit more about cooking, I feel I can breathe a little.
Right up until I received a mysterious phone call. All the other voice said was "accessorise or perish." I barely had time to say, "What the
hell does that mean?" before whoever it was hung up.
Was that a warning of some kind? [Duh].
I took pity on our romance sim, as she was looking very sad, so suggested to Josh that he may like to have a chat with Mel-Anne.
It didn't go too well. I must have misread Mel-Anne's staring the day before. Maybe she just wants him dead. Who can tell?
Mind you, if she really wants more romance in her life, she really needs to be more open to it.
Tavie: I'd like to watch more TV, if I may?
Beth: Sure, any time you want. I'm not stopping you.
Heh. What's with the haze? Approaching cloud? Julie's gonna love that.
Not being logical enough, apparently, I thought I'd have Julie show me the joys of playing with others. I wanted a fifth best friend, anyway. Julie,
however, seemed more interested in watching someone else.
Wait. Is that an omelette? Did Musey cook that? Wowsers. Maybe he should be going for Celebrity chef.
Julie obviously tired of playing games [in a Pleasure sim? What's with these sims? Gawd] so Tom joined me instead. Fifth best friend, c'mon guys, work
with me here.
Tom: So, you say that the globe had an effect on their mind? And it wasn't even made of meteor rock? That's a little far-fetched, isn't it?
Beth: Well, for a start, it wasn't the globe doing the controlling. It was just through it. See...
The phone rang, again, and it was for me.
"Beware the Pink Dress Cult. Beware the power of the..."
Beth: Who is this?
*click* Dial tone...
Looks like Tavie wants some best friends too. Maybe I'll have a chat with her.
Yes, Tom, we all know that you think Tempest is hot. Now, what are you going to do about it?
Check out the glitchy bath. It's like it's screaming "Clean me." Whoot.
Oh, Mel-Anne. First puddle in a week. Why didn't you just use the loo?
Mel-Anne: I don't like the loo. And I'm afraid the Spot will jump out and eat the back of my neck. [It must be something like that. She stood there,
in front of the perfectly free loo, complaining about needing to go for a full sim hour before she finally just... went].
Julie: See, we're in the midst of this gigantic government conspiracy that is determined to take over the world through the power of the Pink Dress. They
have managed to convince us that...
Tavie: Uh-huh. Uh-Huh. Really? You don't say...
Beth: So, how're things going with Stupid over there?
Tempest: I'm starting to think I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.
Beth: Good idea. You go do that.
So she did.
Tavie: I really think what you're saying is a bit far-fetched. Stuff coming out of the sky? Come on.
Julie: You haven't seen The Spot, have you?
Tavie: Well, yes, but... you know, I'm starting to see the logic in all of this...
Tom: But, what does this mean?
Tempest: Be. Less. Stupid.
Yeah. Smack him an extra one for me, too.
Night fell, as night is wont to do every night at 7pm.
Josh is spending an awful lot of time watching Tavie lately. Hmm.
Tom: Okay, I get it. Stop. Don't make me use my heat vision on you.
Tempest: Your wha--? Oh, never mind.
I decided to pop into bed for a bit before continuing with my skill building. You can just see a pair of legs under the easel there. That's Musey,
watching me sleep. Creepy.
Tavie: It just doesn't seem logical.
Josh checked out The Spot.
Julie: So, 'fess up. What was it like?
Tom: that's private. But I'm really not sure that it was a good idea.
Josh is now cooking something that requires a stove for the first time since the fire. I don't like this, Mr Noodle.
Musey: Julie, I really think we should be just friends.
Musey: I really think we should be just friends.
Musey: I definitely only want to be friends with him.
Musey, have you been paying any attention at all to what's going on around here? Tom's jealous you seemed to be hitting on TOOHAOKAT, you knob.
Tempest seems to be getting sick of having to resort to romance novels for fun.
I continued to paint. I would get to the bottom of all of this.
Musey: Lucky bastard. How did he get her to do it?
Tom: This guy is starting to creep me out. I shall just keep eating my burnt spaghetti and ignore him. Maybe he will go away.
Tom: Tempest, I am not sure we did the right thing. You see, I have things I have to worry about, and I really can't be...
Oh, noes! Mass escape!
Not really. Just Julie being unable to handle the mess outside and Josh following her out.
And Tavie and Mel-Anne, thinking about Josh. Hmm... Obviously Musey is no longer as popular as he once was. He's gonna love that.
Tuesday, Week 2
No work today, either.
I finished my painting. The likeness to Mel-Anne's was uncanny, and I believed I learned a few things from painting it, but nothing to do with the Pink
I phoned a friend, just to see if I could make a new best friend.
I wonder what Tempest and Musey are talking about?
Tempest has learned about the sky too, it seems. Formerly untouched by the Pink Dress Cult theorising [heh], obviously her time here has not necessarily helped
her state of mind.
Josh dreams of love. Well. Since he actually hasn't been behaving much like a Knowledge Sim, let's see what we can't do about that today,
Looks like Julie has the same idea.
Julie: Bugger Tavie. Maybe I'll get a look-in here.
Oh dear. Musey's ego is going to be shattered when he learns about this.
Maybe he already has. He doesn't think very well of Josh.
Tavie does, though. [yes, her thought bubble came up Joshy].
Pancakes. I hope 'twas me that made those. I really am nervous about anyone else using the stove.
Mel-Anne: Since there's no real prospects in here, maybe I should check out the personals.
Okay, I gave in and decided to play with Musey. So, sue me.
Mel-Anne: I feel so safe here.
Have you seen how Tavie's looking at you? Or maybe she's staring daggers at Julie. Who knows?
Way too many romance novels on our bookshelf, too, Mr Noodle. Seriously. There's only so much privacy here, especially with the cameras. Heating up the
inmates is not really a very wise thing to do, you know. Especially with the no fraternisation rule.
That's not just silly. It's mean.
Julie obviously picked up on the rancour, because she started cleaning.
And continued cleaning...
Throughout the day.
See that stove, Mr Noodle? Yes, that's a foreshadow of what's to come.
But I digress.
After her games with Josh, Julie came inside and went straight to bed.
Mel-Anne decided to take up some more art therapy. I figured that was a Good Thing. Maybe she'd paint something else that would give me a clue.
Josh's thoughts turned to Mel-Anne. Obviously, he's slow.
So he wandered over and had a chat with her. [Yes, this was autonomous].
Josh: So... come here often?
Mel-Anne: You have got to be kidding me.
Tom and Tempest woke up and immediately reverted to type.
Ah, young love. *smacks forehead*
I took pity on our poor Knowledge sim who acts like a Romance sim, suggested he avoid the Romance sim who wants to be a hermit and try the Fortune sim who acts
like a Knowledge sim instead.
Can I pick 'em, or what?
Now, Mr Noodle. Can I stress, again, the importance of a bending of your stupid rules, or will this do the job for me?
Now, I can't be sure who started this fire, but I'm sorry to say that I think it was Tempest.
Tom came running out of the loo like a hero about to use his super breath to put it out...
Then proceeded to run around like a blue-arsed fly like everyone else.
The fire brigade responded quickly to my call.
But the event sent Josh into loopy land. He no likey fire.
Tom: Are you all right?
Tempest: Yeah. Unfortunately, love 'o mine, you're no help.
Tom: Did you actually check out that fireman's butt as he was leaving?
Tempest: See my previous comment.
Mr Noodle, how many times do I have to say it, for crying out loud?
Fortunately, Mel-Anne, Musey, Tavie and Julie slept through it, or who knows what could have happened?
However, it seems that Julie worked out, somehow, what happened between Tavie and Josh while she was abed.
Tavie thought less of Mel-Anne for being mean to "her Josh."
Musey: How'd you do it, man? Should I buy the woman a gift? Blue hat?
Tom: Don't be silly. Blue Hats don't go well with Pink Dresses. Or shoes.
Musey: Oh, this is bad. I know absolutely nothing about accessorising.
Tom: Perhaps that's your problem.
Seriously, this can't be good.
It's all going bad. Nobody Loves Musey. Julie is stalking Tavie. Tavie is thinking negatively about Mel-Anne.
And I'm eating toasted tarts for dinner. Breakfast. Ew.
Tavie: I really think I could fall for this one.
Tempest: It's all right for you. Yours doesn't spend all his time smacking you over the head with pillows and mumbling about meteor rocks.
Tavie: No, he's just a homicidal maniac with anger management issues and a pet ball he likes to talk to now.
Tempest: Yeah. You're right. Nothing at all could go wrong there.
Musey: Maybe I should try making her a hot cup of tea or soup and rubbing her feet.
Tom: Just might work, you know.
Tempest: So, tell me. What do you know about this Pink Dress Cult thing everyone keeps talking about? I've been a bit... erhm... distracted.
Julie stops cleaning in disgust and strides off somewhere.
Fortunately, Tavie took over before my own nervous breakdown hit.
We survived another couple of days, Mr Noodle.
But I have to go to work tomorrow. All day.
I just hope everyone's still alive when I get home.
Nov 13 07 6:45 AM
Your comments were completely un-called for, and I really must demand a retraction. It's all very well for you to say what I should and
shouldn't be doing, but seriously, man. Have you ever heard the saying about the pot calling the kettle black? Well, forget it. You're blacker than our
If you want me to get any further with this, you really must consider your own responsibilities in all of this.
Annoyed beyond words,
Wednesday, Week 2
Well, today I will be going back to work. And I don't mind saying I'm a wee bit concerned.
So I watched a bit more of the TV, hoping that the rest of the household would join me. Tavie did.
Tavie: People have just got to learn that cooking is not a game. It is serious business, Beth, I'm telling you.
Beth: you don't need to tell me twice, believe me.
Mel-Anne: Who wants to bet on which spider will reach the top of the wall first. Anyone?
Oh, this is just ridiculous. Musey got so stuck following me around he neglected to wash. Yes, I know you can't see it, but the bathroom is, in fact,
Julie stared out the door, watching the horizon, one presumes.
Beth: One day I'm going to fly over to the States so that I can taste some home-cooked Cajun.
Tavie: Wait, where are we? I don't remember taking any boats to Australia. [yes, I edited this conversation to make it more current. ]
Beth: Sturmford, silly.
Tempest: Tom, for crying out--
Mel-Anne: I think the little one's going to win. Wait. Is there such a thing as a daddy long-legs?
Mel-Anne: What about a mummy long-legs?
Julie stared out the door.
Tavie: No, Mel-Anne, I don't think so.
Mel-Anne: Oh. Erhm. Ew.
Tavie: Did I tell you I have a crush?
Beth: You did. Um, where is Josh, anyway?
Still in bed, it turns out.
And... Julie stared out the door.
And the clouds rolled in. And... water fell out of the sky.
Mel-Anne, disturbed by thoughts of buggering spiders, joined us. And so did Julie, now that her suspicions, and fears, were confirmed.
Julie: They rolled in like a freight train, I tell you, and then, it just... oh, it's all true! There is a conspiracy to hide the sky from us, and
we've discovered it! We're going to die, I tell you, die!
Beth: Calm down.
But her fears spread. Musey, still in desperate need of a bath, stared out the window.
I think Musey is starting to get depressed.
He spoke to Mel-Anne, who had to confirm it for herself, ran outside and got wet.
She then told Josh, when he woke up. The result was predictable.
He ran outside and found a new thing to do.
Josh: Puddle, puddle, puddle. Jemima Puddleduck... I'm a tea pot. I'm a tea pot.
Concern for Josh dragged Tavie away from the TV and she ran outside to see if he was all right.
Meanwhile, traumatised by the events, Julie, Tempest and Tom took to their beds. At least they won't be cooking while I was at work.
Oh, I was at work by this time, by the way.
Tavie: Okaay. He's Lost it. [That was an accident, I swear].
Clear case of, "Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em."
And don't the kids love it?
Josh: Yes, Wilson? I understand. It is all a conspiracy. The Pink Dress Cult is working against us, oh, yes. Why, of course I will tell the others. Don't
you worry about a thing.
I came home from work at just about this time. I was promoted to Waitress!
Wait. How is Waitress a promotion from Hostess? Oh, well. At least I've been riding in a better car. That colour clashes with not only my shirt, but my
hair as well. Eh.
Tom was so excited about my news that he made a puddle of his own to play in.
I made dinner.
Josh: I had a long conversation with Wilson today.
Beth: Uh-huh. And how is he, anyway?
Josh: Concerned. The Pink Dress Cult is going to kill us all now that we have knowledge of this thing called rain.
Beth Oh, you don't say?
Mel-Anne decided that a spot of art therapy was necessary after the water falling out of the sky and all. Julie, on the other hand, seems to be plotting
Musey took to staring into space. I don't mind admitting I was starting to worry about him.
Tom finally got the message, I think. No more pillows across the head?
More education; always a Good Thing, given I'll be away again at work the next day.
I didn't quite catch what Musey and Tempest were talking about.
I wonder what Julie's thinking?
I didn't get a chance to find out, though, as the bath conked out again. Mel-Anne was kind enough to help me with the mess.
Wait. There is no pink in that painting. Am I off-track there?
Right. No more pillow fights that day.
At least, not with Tempest. You know, in Tom's special little world, I think he's actually cheating on her.
Or maybe on Lana. With... Chloe.
Thursday, Week 2
It rained again, and didn't that send a few people into a tizzy.
Musey stared into space. Someone burned breakfast and then left it on the floor. Julie cleaned, again.
Josh: Yes, Wilson. Right. Okay, I'll tell her.
Julie decides she should be reading romance novels now, too.
Josh: Tavie, I have decided that we need to be more than just good friends.
The bills arrived, as did the overly large moths. Ah, Autumn. [Any Australians on this board will know of the inordinately large bogong moth plagues in
Canberra every year].
Distracted with taking the previous picture, I missed the autonomous event that caused this, but Musey didn't.
See, Tom? That's what two sims with crushes are supposed to do. Get all lovey-dovey. But not you, no.
Musey: Okay, congratulations. And, please, tell me how you did that.
Josh: Wilson told me. The power of the Pink Dress Cult, dude. What else?
Musey: Oh. Frammit.
Musey ran away and I popped over to give them a cheesy grin.
Oh, look, five best friends! Whoot!
And, now I have a sudden desire to have ten best friends. Stupid popularity sims.
Josh: Wilson, I just want to say thankyou for telling me all about the power of the Pink Dress cult. You see...
Tavie: Seriously, Josh, if you start spending more time with that ball than you do with me, I will squash it Hear?
Josh: Of course, dear. No problem.
Can Josh hear the hoots of "whipped" from the other blokes in the house? Oh, yes, he can.
Off I trundled to work.
Tavie: Have a good day, Beth.
Beth: Make sure everyone makes salads only, m'kay?
Tavie: Sure thing.
Josh: Seriously, dude. You're just going to annoy Tempest if you don't spend more time romancing the dame.
Tom: You don't understand what I'm up against, here. I have the fate of the world to consider, a whole destiny going on...
Josh: I don't understand? Hey, I'm stuck on a tropical island that has polar bears on it, being stalked by the others while the people around me are
getting killed. Get over yourself.
Tom: Well, at least I don't set the kitchen on fire when I try to cook.
Josh: Hey, low blow.
Mel-Anne continued with her art therapy.
And finished her second painting. Oh, I am worried, Mr Noodle. There are no clues in there. That giraffe isn't accessorising at all.
Now, I am going to introduce you to the most over-used amenity in the house. It isn't required for "Celebrity Chef" status and no one else has
looked at it twice, even with the maximum "fun" rating allowed for the challenge. Ah, well.
Ah, Tempest. Attention span of a four-year old. Really.
Tempest: Well, Tom ain't doing anything useful lately and Musey's all lonely and stuff, and...
Mel-Anne: You know, Julie, you should try some art therapy. It works a treat.
Tavie is watching those girls verrrry carefully, leaving Josh to play with himself.
Phew, Tempest is making salad. Good girl.
Tempest sat down with Josh and spent some time with him, while Tavie made sure that Mel-Anne was kept busy, and away from Josh.
Julie? She made salad.
Tom, for some reason, now feels the need to keep a close eye on Josh.
Julie: Seriously, tempest, you already have love. Don't be silly. If you're not careful, someone else will swoop in on him.
Tempest: Yeah, but Tom won't...
Hoi vey. The politics in this house is giving me a headache.
Tavie... is making salad.
I think we're safe for today.
And I was promoted again! Say "hello" to Sturmford's latest Prep Cook. Two promotions in two days. I think we're getting somewhere,
I started to roll up random friends wants, and I needed another for my next promotion, so I decided to call a random sim.
I swear to Fluffy the Purple Unicorn that is not me reaching for Musey's arse. Really.
Josh: Seriously. If we don't get behind the Pink Cult, a disaster beyond our imagination will occur.
Tempest: Huh. I can see through walls. Wait, I can see through walls! Oh, and... oh, my...
For the record, I made that spaghetti, before I trundled off to bed. I want another promotion tomorrow, dammit.
Well, you can't say you weren't warned, there, Tempest, m'dear.
I wasn't going to point out Julie's cleaning again, except...
With autumn comes the falling leaf. And the raking of piles. Yes, she went outside just to do all of this.
Nov 13 07 6:48 AM
The situation has taken a serious turn. I really must insist that you at least come by and have a look at what's going on here.
Or I will start getting rude.
Friday, Week 2
Well, there's not a lot of note to report today, Mr Noodle, partially because not much happened, but partially because I have a lot to say about
tomorrow, and I want to make sure you get it.
The morning started a little weirdly, what with the mysterious phone call warning me about ghosts. I could only assume that it had something to do with the
threat I'd received earlier in the week.
Tavie had some things to say to Musey, although I don't know what about.
I didn't have time to worry about either item, because I was off to work--my first day as a Prep cook, I thought about all of the people I would meet there
and how many best friends I could have.
I like my uniform. It's nicely neutral.
As soon as she saw Musey, Tempest passed out, obviously from the memory of him in the bath.
I mean, I would.
Either that or she was trying the Damsel In Distress ploy on him. Musey paid no attention.
Oi! Hot girl falling at your feet!
What's wrong with that boy?
Be careful with those eggs, Julie.
Oh. That's not good. He's taken to sleeping in my bed.
[Seriously. Every time he went to sleep, it was in the white one. If it wasn't free, he'd take the couch--even if another bed was free].
He's depressed, Mr Noodle. Can you do something about that?
Oh, I forgot. That's my job, too, right?
And he was still there when I arrived home from work.
I had to order groceries again. Actually, I had to order them every single day. This lot eats a lot.
Oh, yeah. Forgot to mention. I got promoted again! Whoot! I am now a Sous Chef.
Although, why anyone would want to cook Souses, I'll never know.
Beth: I need to order some tea, and some... no, the other brand. Yes...
Tom Great! Tea! Do you think she could get us something, you know, nice, like hot chocolate?
Josh: Hot chocolate and coffee makers aren't allowed, dude.
Everyone seemed a bit out of sorts, actually. Tempest had her bath without bubbles. Mel-Anne ate her dinner burnt, and didn't say a word. Julie watched
TV instead of cleaning.
No one stared daggers at anyone. And, yes, Tom did take a pan that had been sitting half finished on the bench since breakfast, cook it up and eat it, green
Maybe it's the fact it's the first day of winter. Everyone's feeling a bit blah.
Saturday, Week 2
Now, pay very close attention, Mr Noodle. Today's events are important.
It started out well enough. Julie and Tavie had a companionable game of chess, Tempest slept in a bit, so did Tom, Mel-Anne obviously got over her fear of the
toilet. I had a bath in preparation for the day.
Musey, though, stared into space.
I caught up on my reading next. I've always been good at multi-tasking, and I needed to see what the restaurant reviews were like. Hm. More creativity
needed. Josh finished his breakfast and Julie and Tavie continued their game.
Musey continued to stare into space.
As I was reading, a fire broke out.
And it was Musey who started it. I called the fire brigade.
The fireman wasn't impressed at all. I think he blamed me.
Me, Mr Noodle. Me. You jerk.
Julie was in shock and needed to go to bed.
Musey stood there and stared at the stove.
And Musey continued to stare. Josh, it seems, picked up something.
Perhaps the fire had been deliberate on Musey's part?
If so, it was very out of character for him, and perhaps, showed the depths of his despair.
Everyone else was worried about cleaning up, but the only cleaner in the house was ready to drop.
Musey went back to bed. He wasn't fooled. He knew Josh knew.
And he started to have nightmares.
As I removed Musey's burnt dinner remnants from the stove, I seriously considered taking the day off work to try and cheer him up, but Tempest, Mel-Anne
and Josh pointed out that the sooner I reached my goals, the sooner we would all be out of here.
I could not help but agree. So, with trepidation, I went.
No one had much to say for the rest of the day, or into the night.
Then at 7.19, Tom, who was obviously trying to be helpful, left something on the stove as he cleaned a bench. Hoi! Don't you smell the burning? [I
immediately clicked on the phone for the emergency, then watched unhappily. I wasn't due home from work until 9pm. And check out the glowy glitch].
Soon, almost everyone was in the kitchen, watching the flames, and worrying about how each other smelled. How everyone else smelled. Good lord.
By 8.15, it looked like this.
At least they were keeping a safe distance.
'Kay, I spoke too soon.
Josh, get your skinny southern-bred arse outta there, you idiot!
By the time I got inside to ring the fire brigade, it was pretty out of control.
Glad Josh listened.
Or not. Josh, you moron. I decided not to wait for the firies.
Aim the spray at the boy. Aim the spray at the boy.
Mel-Anne, you may like to step away from the burning fridge.
Not one, but two firemen arrived.
Aim the spray at the boy!!!
Tempest, what the hell.
Forget the boy. Aim the spray at the girl!
Okay, it took two firemen and me, but it finally was out.
The redheaded fireman did take a moment to check Tempest out again, by the way.
Mel-Anne didn't find any of it fun, at all.
And what's the first thing everyone does? Makes a salad.
Nothing like a fresh green salad made in a smoking ruin to brighten your day, eh?
Josh: You were saying, Tom?
Tom: Yeah. Sorry.
I took a bath. What I wanted to do was yell at someone. But, I didn't, for it is my opinion that I should wait until I get to come face to face with
you, Mr Noodle. And then I shall let fly, oh yes. That day shall come.
I cleaned up then.
Total losses: One stove, 5 benches, the window dressing, the sink, a sign and an overhead shelf.
I hope you're happy. All of this could have been avoided with a simple fire alarm.
Julie, Josh and Tom took solace in their salads.
And just go to the loo, Musey, you poor, dear, tortured sim boy. Good grief.
As per the rules, I had a new kitchen delivered that evening [nothing better than what was there before]. It was amazing how quick they were. Time stood still
for a while, I swear.
Josh had his bath with Tavie watching on worriedly. Obviously she was concerned about the cost of rebuilding. She needn't have. I'd earned a few
simoleans by that point. Were were about 4,000 in credit when I'd paid the contractors.
Julie worried about Mel-Anne. Mel-Anne worried about Julie. Tom was concerned about the colour.
Musey didn't care.
I made sure there was something available to eat.
Then called for some groceries. By this stage, the grocery delivery girl (Marylena) had been to the Asylum almost every day, so we were friends, so she stayed
for a while.
Beth: Tavie, I need your advice about what to do about Musey's depression.
Tavie: I'll look into it. But you shouldn't have ignored him for so long.
Beth: Everybody wanted him. It woulda been kinda selfish of me.
I went to bed and, true to her word, Tavie kept an eye on Musey.
Hey, Tom, if you really want to help with the cleaning, have you seen that bath???
Musey: I wish I'd died.
Sunday, Week 2
I took a sick day. What, you really thought I was going to go to work when everyone's in such a mess? I think not, Mr Noodle. I think not.
Julie relaxed. It was Sunday after all. Marylena did her job, socialising nicely. She stayed all night.
Musey, well. He was so down that he didn't even seem to care when Mel-Anne fell asleep face first in her omelette.
Instead, he took himself to bed, leaving her there.
Definitely not like him.
Julie cleaned the bath after using it. This was not OCD. It was simply polite. Now, if I could just get everyone else to do the same.
I turned on the TV so Mel-Anne would wake up, get her face out of her plate and take herself to one of the free beds if she wanted, then sat down to play with
Musey's nightmares worsened.
No, Mel-Anne, that's not salad! What are you doing?
Tempest got a phone call, but who from? She never did say. I suspected the Pink Dress Cult.
Beth: Josh, what do you think?
Josh: Why are you asking me?
Beth: You're a guy.
Josh: Well, I'm hoping by the time we've finished this game, you'll be a mite more logical, for a start.
Beth: Speak for yourself.
Tavie: look, he isn't just going to magic himself better. Nobody Loves Musey any more, and he's going to need some help. Look at him, just staring off
into space like that.
Tavie: You have to. It's your job.
Hmm. Has Tempest developed paranoia, too?
Tempest: This is Not Fun Anymore. I came in voluntarily and now I can't leave.
Julie: Vincent Valentine, huh? Hmm...
Tavie and I continued our conversation.
Why is that spaghetti on the floor?
Musey cooked alone.
Oh, gods. Pork chops. Fire risk galore.
Okay, skill high enough not to set them on fire.
Musey ate alone. Burnt food, alone. Ew.
Josh listened carefully, I think, while I made the fire problems here public.
Yes, Mr Noodle. People shall know. I can promise you that.
Then something happened. While I was working on the mysteries of the canvas, frozen water fell from the sky.
Musey was the first to see it, and Tavie, who was continuing to keep an eye on him, had a look, too. She scurried off to bed, tapping me as she went
Musey: What? Oh, you scared me.
Beth: Cheer up there, Musey.
Musey: Well, okay, then.
That was easy.
Then I developed a sudden desire to play with Musey, so on an impulse, I tickled him. [Seriously. He was heading into asp failure, probably because
he's a popularity sim and hadn't met anyone new for a while. I tried the Cheer Up interaction, and then promptly spun up "play with..."
Stupid popularity sims].
I know it doesn't look like he was enjoying that, but he did.
The result was, I suppose, fairly predictable.
Pillow fights. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy??????????
Mr Noodle, I am not joking any more. Send. A. Fire. Alarm.
Nov 13 07 6:51 AM
What do you mean, the danger has passed and the inmates have learned their lesson so there's no point getting a fire alarm now?
What are you, some sort of sadist?
No, don't answer that, or I am likely to become one.
And yes, I was threatening you. Get used to it, moron.
As for the rest of your blather, frankly, I couldn't be bothered.
Monday, Week 3
You know, given that everyone saw frozen water coming out of the sky the day before, I think they handled it fairly well. No one even commented on
Now, I can't be sure here, but does this mean Tempest is making a move on Musey or is the "pillow fighting equals courtship" just a Tom
Mel-Anne immersed herself in a romance novel.
No, I'm not jealous thank you very much. It's just that he's mine now, and I'd like to keep him. I'd love him and hug
him and stroke him and call him George.
Later, though. Too busy now.
Maybe it was Tempest smacking him around, or maybe it was just fate (heh), but I developed a sudden desire to flirt with Musey. [inevitable result of
successful "play with..." I'm afraid. I'd been running around with 100/100 relationship and just best friends for a while. Stupid game].
I chatted with a friend for a while [damned 10 best friends wants], and Josh spent a lot of time talking to Mel-Anne about the Pink Dress cult.
I mean, a lot.
And then I had to go to work. Sous Chef. Once I work out what a sous is, I'll let you know.
I had a little something on my mind.
Tavie: First, he spent all of that time with that ball and now he's spending all his time with Mel-Anne...
Obviously influenced by her reading of the romance novel, Mel-Anne finally started to act like a romance sim.
Julie, I just fed everyone, what are you doing? Please don't walk away from the stove once you've put something on it... I won't be home for
another five hours.
So, she invited Josh outside for a ball game.
Tavie, you should be worried, perhaps.
Julie didn't burn the house down. Yay Julie.
Julie: Oh... I wanna dance with somebody.
Tavie spent some time communing with The Spot. It lured her into a plan, oh, yes, a plan...
Tempest: Yes. Get me out of here. I mean it.
Tavie waited to have a few words with Josh.
Musey, apparently, had someone on his mind.
Oh, okay. Maybe Tempest wasn't hitting on Musey earlier after all. Either that, or there's something she's not telling us.
Josh spent some time communing with The Spot.
Oh, Mel-Anne. Poor thing. I tried, I really did, but you rejected all of them.
Mel-Anne: It's not that.
What is it then?
Mel-Anne: I spent too much time out under that sky thingy and now I'm r-radioactive.
I came home from work, newly promoted to Executive Chef. What, I'm cooking Executives, now?
So, that's the good news.
The bad news is that I immediately got three days off. Argh! We're never gonna get out of here!
I had the chance to write an article and was paid 10,000 simoleans, too. All in all, a good career day.
Apart from the whole not making it to my bed and passing out thing.
Musey: I'm so glad you made the right decision. Now let's get you into bed, shall we?
Not like that. I know what you were thinking.
I had a sudden desire to meet someone new here, by the way. Given I'm not allowed to leave the house, how am I suppose to do that? Hm?
Tavie kept herself busy with another romance novel, and Tom told Tempest how much he admired her. He's learning, obviously.
Oh, my god, Tom.
Josh watched me carefully as I yet again explored the intricacies of the painting of pink, looking for clues on who the pink Dress Cult were, and how I
could stop them.
Erhm, Tom, I really don't think you want to play with that puppy.
And, see? Attention span of a... never mind.
Tuesday, Week 3
My first day off of three. Well, at least I didn't have to worry about fire. Not a lot of note happened today. I spent the day working towards my next
promotion. [FYI, Exec chef is level 8].
I cooked up some breakfast for everyone, while Musy had a chat with Julie and tempest spent some time with The Spot.
Hm. That can't be a Good thing. She's avoided The Spot thus far.
Mel-Anne: I wish I could see through walls, too.
See my nice fluffy omelettes? So much yummier than executives.
And the bath broke again. Bugger. I don't need mechanical skill. What a waste of time.
Tavie decided to try her version of the painting, closely watched by Josh.
Josh: You have lovely ears.
Julie: Beth, there's nothing in here about the fires. I don't think they're listening to us.
Noodle Brain, don't think you have won anything here. I am warning you.
Julie: and then the leaders of the Pink Dress Cult will swoop in like a bomb has hit us, and there will be no escape.
Oh, look, burgers!
Oh, no, Tavie, it's okay. We're fairly wealthy. Really.
Come, sit by me and we'll watch Alton Brown.
But she didn't. Tempest did, though. Can't hurt to have everyone upping the cooking skills.
Tavie and Mel-Anne worked out whatever differences they had and became best friends, which made Mel-Anne happier [+1000 asp points, thank Fluffy].
Meanwhile, do you think Tom caught hold of Tempest's thoughts from the night before?
Oh, god. I can see through walls too. And... Ew.
Musey: Mel-Anne, I like you. I do. But you had your chance earlier. The LOML is currently unblocking the loo.
Mel-Anne: No problems. Worth a shot. [I have never seen a rejection garner two +'s before. What a bizarre game this has been].
Mel-Anne went and took herself a bubble bath.
Um. Tavie. I'm fairly sure you shouldn't be where you are right now. Or looking at what I think you're looking at...
I don't know who this is. I have never met this sim before. Yet, I spent an hour talking about him.
Probably the leader of the Pink Dress Cult.
Wednesday, Week 3
My second day off of three. A bit more happened today.
Oh dear. I think Musey misheard something I said.
And cereal. Fireproof and yummy cereal. Whoot.
And spring has sprung. Whoot-er.
Tom: Tavie told me about this tea stuff we might like to try, Tempest.
And he has her attention again.
Musey: Why doesn't anyone love me like that?
I think we've sorted out his narcissm, by the way. Nothing like a dose of reality to cure self-absorption. Heh.
Julie learns more about cooking, and Tavie watches Musey.
Erhm, you don't have to do that any more, Tavie.
Josh communes with The Spot Above The Loo.
Oh, and Mel-Anne. Don't worry. I have a solution. You'll see.
Called up some people I knew.
Yeah. I have no idea who that is. Never met her, either.
Oh, ooh! Meet someone new. Run out and catch the postie. Make friends. New friend for my promotion. Yes, I am that chef who likes to cook executives. Come
inside, stay a while.
I ordered some groceries and made some food, too, so we have five visitors; plenty of people to make the popularity sim and romance sim happy, all going
well. Mister Noodle Jerk. They shall see the conditions you make us live in, oh, yes.
I turned on the TV (multi-tasking skill) and invited everyone on the lot to watch.
I also asked the postie [whose name was also Marylena. Stupid sim names] all about what she knew of the Pink Dress Cult.
Josh wondered about all the stuff we've been seeing out the windows lately.
Markas got distracted and wandered off. Now, I happen to know he has a locked "get engaged to Isabeau" on his wants, but despite this, he gravitated
towards the only other Family sim in the house, who was... go on, guess.
I don't know that his sister approves.
Oh, well then. I don't feel quite so bad about what I'm writing Isy doing right now.
Musey, why don't you just get out a pen and paper and take notes? I have a feeling I'm going to need them.
Heh. The sister is actually loosening up a bit. [You'll see. Ch 13, people].
Tempest: Well, actually, I think Aden's kinda--
Markas: Shall I speak to you in a language that you'll understand, then?
Beth: So, Musey. I have this story I'm supposed to be writing...
Oh, look. That's the first time we've seen the pic of Kermit the Frog.
Markas and Tempest took it outside.
But I have to say, that's a little inappropriate, don't you think?
Maybe Markas thought so too. But I kinda doubt it.
Ah. That's what I like to see. Aden and Mel-Anne, eating together, and Aden, [a fellow romance sim], dreaming dreams of love and not being dead.
Julie continued to learn her cooking [pleasure sim wanted to watch TV. Her asp +500. Whoot].
Tavie had a chat with Markas about something, but then got frustrated when he told her that he wasn't going to say what would happen next, and he'd
rather talk about the tennis.
I made two new friends today, so the promotion's just that much closer.
But where was Tom?
Ah. He was distracted, obviously.
Beth: Well, you see, when Isy destroyed the globe, it freed...
Tavie obviously is not in the Aden camp.
Julie made sure that all knew about the lack of fire prevention in the asylum and Tempest and Tavie discussed the lack of outside excursions.
Josh learned more. Good.
I think we may be out of the woods as far as fire goes. Everyone has a high cooking skill and surely 4 fires are enough?
I'd still feel better with a fire alarm, though, Noodle Nose. Don't' get me wrong.
And a good time was had by all.
Marylena: and you have to be careful about the ghost of the Pink Dress. [Yes, the previous pic had that pink bubble].
Tom, Mel-Anne and Tavie watched Aden and Markas' sister and wondered why it is they are not, in fact, here instead.
After everyone left...
Tavie: So what did you find out? Anything new? We have to find out how the Cult affects us.
Tom: The Pink Dress Cult? I think it's a myth.
Nov 13 07 6:53 AM
I am not being passive aggressive.
I am being plain aggressive.
Thursday, Week 3
My last day off today. I'm ready, promotion, I'm ready, promotion. Sorry, random SpongeBob Square Pants reference there.
Wowsers. Either I just got my "10 best friends" wish or I'm scoring Musey in the bath.
Oh. What the hell. Now I want twenty best friends. Stupid popularity sims. I mean, come on. The title "best friend" loses its worth if you're
handing it out all willy-nilly like.
Heh. Josh is doing "point and laugh" at Musey. [Actually, he's shooing Mel-Anne outta the loo but I like my version better].
Tom: No, seriously, I think the Pink Dress Cult has no power here. I think we're safe.
*insert ominous soundtrack here*
Beth: So, what you're saying is, the Pink Dress Cult has the power to corrupt from within. And, how, exactly, do they do that? Hello? Hello?
Tom: No, seriously, Tavie. I think if we all just love each other we can be happy. Oh, and we need to make sure my secret identity stays a secret,
Everyone was very tired from the night before, so they went to bed. Oh, except Tom. He missed out on a bed and Tempest had fallen asleep on the couch
But, he didn't pass out. Tempest woke up in time. That was nice of her.
I decided to work on my creativity.
I figured that instead of trying to copy someone else's painting, I'd apply stream of consciousness and see what answers I could come up with.
That done, it was my turn to slip off to bed. So, now we'll take you to Asylusky Cam™.
I ordered groceries first, and given the delivery girl is one of my numerous best friends she stayed. Everyone was able to make their own food without
incident [seriously, while playing the game I was completely complacent at this point about any more fires].
Do you think Tom can see me? I mean, the real me? Spooky.
Oh, Musey, you rock. Who knew he'd been playing so much chess?
I guess he'd had a lot of time to play with himself.
Tavie, you've been handing that tea out, haven't you.
Almost missed this because I was trying to find Tempest, so I have no idea who initiated.
But Tom, pay attention. Notice: no pillows.
Julie decides to join me watching the cooking shows.
Beth: I'm so glad you've come to terms with the whole sky thin.
Hmmm. Josh is either really bad at that or Tavie has something else on her mind.
Tavie: But when we do get out of here, will we have enough to live on?
Josh: Sure. 20,000 sims each. Besides, money isn't everything.
Tavie: Why, you're... insane.
Musey: I don't know about every one else, but I don't feel safe here.
Julie got tired of TV, so Josh joined me.
Beth: So, what you're saying is, there's more to love than just holding hands?
I'd become more educated and was ready to drop, so I went to bed.
And Mel-Anne joined Josh.
And Josh told her more about you-know-what. Mel-Anne looks disconcerted. [tell me something. In order to be disconcerted to you have to be
Notice Tavie keeping a close eye on them both.
Tavie: Let's go outside, dear. Just until the tea wears off.
Oh, look, there's Tempest. She'd been snoozing.
Julie, meanwhile, cleaned up. I show you this because that's turkey. I didn't make that turkey. I am wondering who did. I am wondering why they want to
give me a heart attack.
Have you sims learned nothing from your burnt feet? Nothing at all?
Oh, this picture's just for me. Nothing more to say here.
Tempest, just go to the loo, woman. Sheesh.
Friday, Week 3
Today, I had to go to work. Actually, I wasn't ready for my promotion as I still needed 2 creativity points and one cooking. Not being able to use the
thinking cap sucks.
And we have created a new sport. We call it "Synchronised waking."
I should explain this. I woke up with a sudden desire to kiss Musey. I don't know, maybe the conversation with Josh sunk in. But, the time to
leave for work was nearing and Musey was asleep. The only way to wake sleeping sims without controlling them is to have someone ring the doorbell. So I ordered
We needed them anyway.
I am such a slut.
Ooh. Just got Musey out of pending aspiration failure, too. That's another point for the challenge, right there. [1 point per 1000 asp points for the
At least the room mates approve.
Except that now I've rolled up a whole lot of lovey-dovey crap.
But I had to go to work, so off I went, leaving an unsuspecting grocery delivery girl behind me.
Fortunately, while I was away, not a lot of note happened.
Musey and Julie were predictable in their play time.
Mel-Anne and Tempest conversed lightly.
Tempest and Josh became best friends over a bowl of chilli. Tom played with the grocery delivery girl behind Tempest's back. [heh].
Tavie thought about all of the different ways she was going to earn money once she was out of here. It's good to see people making plans.
Tom: The one thing I could never possibly even think of is going on a boat. You see, I'm afraid of heights.
Tempest: so, what you're saying is, if you manage to use the Pink Shoes properly, you could completely overturn the Pink Cult?
I got home from work and gathered the bills reluctantly.
You see, career-wise, not such a great day. I backed the wrong chance and lost 20,000 simoleans ad 2 logic points. So not, only do I have further
to go on my level 9 promotion, we're flat broke.
Can you say, "Eeeeuuuuuuggggnnnnggghhhhh?"
I wonder what that cute little cat-like thing is thinking?
Yes. That is Julie and Josh having a pillow fight through the wall.
Someone blocked the loo. I didn't have time to fix it, so I got "superman" to give it a go.
Oh, and a terrific job he did, too. Not. Ended up having to unblock the thing myself.
Yes, girls. You just play on while I slave away trying to keep this household afloat and get us out of here. Don't mind me.
I get carpy when I'm tired.
Oh dear. I'll apologise in the morning.
Look! Pork chops! And no fire!
Ah, that's what I like to see, Mel-Anne. Sims cleaning up after themselves. If you guys are going to get out of here, you do need to be able to do that,
As you can see by my plumb bob, I'm not a happy camper.
Saturday, Week 3
I decided there was no point going into work. I took a vacation day (so I'd still get paid--I had 2 by now) and figured I'd spend it getting what
was left of my skill points and my mood up so I could be promoted on Sunday.
I got a sudden desire to kiss Musey again but ignored it. I think he didn't like that.
Julie had a lot of fun playing with herself.
Musey went to study the Spot Above The Loo. Oh dear, I think I bothered him. He's sinking again.
Mel-Anne just finished thinking about the Grocery Delivery Girl. She spent her sleep time dreaming about her, too. [I missed the pics]. Is there something
we should know?
But then, maybe it's just that Mel-Anne thinks the way to Josh is though the delivery girl? Who can tell?
Tavie took it upon herself to watch Musey, again. The bath was finally free, so I grabbed my chance.
One bathroom and 8 residents, Noodle. What sort of psychiatrist are you, any way?
Tom obviously felt he hadn't been affectionate enough with Tempest lately.
Tempest is making an omelette. Tempest has set the kitchen on fire once. Tempest had better not do it again.
She didn't. Whoot!
I went straight back to my painting. Yes, I ignored virtually everyone today.
Julie, where's your OCD when we need it? Bin, stove, benches, sink, toilet. Cleaning required here. Hello.
Ah, that's better. Thanks guys.
Musey obviously wanted something I was just too busy to give.
And Josh and Tom became best friends in the bathroom.
No. I do not want to know.
Oh, look. Synchronised waking again. At this rate, we'll be able to make the Asylum Olympics.
The day wore on, and one by one everyone else went to bed, and I stayed up and continued working towards the promotion.
Yes. Maybe I am developing a Martyr Complex. What of it?
Beth: I am so glad you're my best friend.
Okay. I'm getting needy, too. But at least my plumb bob is green again.
Julie, are those radioactive pork chops? Ew.
In retrospect, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to have ignored everyone.
Tom started talking about the ghost of the Pink Dress Cult.
Beth: But I thought you didn't believe that any more?
Tom: I'm not so sure.
Beth: But it's just not logical.
Musey woke up in the wee hours of the morning and started to fret again.
Tavie made breakfast. Looked good.
Josh and Mel-Anne snuck outside to the secret spot.
Which didn't make Tavie happy, at all.
I'm not sure whether to feel creeped out or safe and warm here.
Mr Noodle, I will try to politely ask for the very last time. Send more money. Another loo. Two more beds. And a freaking fire alarm. Thankyou.
Nov 13 07 6:56 AM
You are a shyte-brained, mudsucking bastard who deserves to die. That is all.
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Yes, there is a reason I'm calling it that.
The day started bright and early, with me going to work, not yet ready for my promotion. However, we needed the money, and I need to actually turn up to get
I left everyone in front of the TV watching the cooking channel.
Tom, bless him, decided that he would rather go outside and throw his breakfast plate away rather than take the rubbish out or wash the dish. I mean, what
Musey received a phone call.
Musey: Yeah, I spoke to her about it. No, she's done nothing, yet. She has a lot on her mind.
Musey: Well, there's people to get out of jail, a fellow stuck ion ancient Rome, an epic fantasy thing happening, a promotion to obtain, and a cult to
suppress. She's swamped.
Everything seemed fine.
The fire started at 10.08 am. I finish work at 3pm.
I clicked on the phone for the emergency, but the results, I am afraid, were inevitable.
Yes, it was Josh.
By 11am, the stove was gone.
By 11.30, it was pretty much out of control.
Frammit, Josh, move away from the damned fire, you moron.
By midday, I seriously thought I'd lost everyone.
At 12.30 or so, Grim appeared, and I'd lost Josh (idiot), Tavie and Julie. I cancelled the click on the phone and clicked on Grim instead, hoping I'd
get home in time to beg for somebody.
Tempest, move away from the burning fridge, please.
But by 1.15pm, Mel-Anne had gone, too.
Tom, for crying out loud, burning kitchen. Plenty of the rest of the room to be. Go stand near the TV or something. Musey fell asleep on his feet, and
I'm thinking, "he's going to fall into the flames."
Frammit!! Grim left at 2.15.
Oh. Musey, Musey, Musey... please move. Please move...
The scene when I got there just after 3pm.
Oh, how nice of someone to leave a puddle.
Poor Tom had passed out in shock. I didn't bother calling the fire brigade. It was way too late for that.
Tempest being on fire woke Tom up, not surprisingly.
Holy crap. No.
Yes, Tom. I'm working on it.
I let the others go take care of their various urgent needs while I dealt with the environment.
Tom mourned Mel-Anne.
As per the rules, I deleted the bedding and seating so that there was only enough for (X - 2). Four sims, so 2 beds and 2 seats. Knuffle.
Also, as per the rules, we now have a haunted Asylum. I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of this lot.
Rest In Peace, Tavie, Julie, Josh and Mel-Anne.
Yeah. Probably not.
The likelihood of losing everybody else was quite high, too. First, all of their motives were virtually bottomed out. And, now, with four ghosts, the
chances of someone being frightened to death? High to Probable.
Noodle Arse. I hate you.
So, first to deal with the one thing I could control, meaning it would be more likely that the others would take care of the others. And, of course, I had a
kitchen to rebuild.
Poor Tom. He actually tried to help me clean up, but was overwhelmed with grief. [Funnily enough, when I'd finished and had a look at the memories
later, Tom was the only one out of the three that had the bad memory token].
All three were unhappy.
The rebuilt kitchen, same as before.
Tempest: Ooh, goody. New stove.
Musey: You have to be kidding me.
Well, the only way out of here is to get those promotions.
Musey and Tom handled their grief the way many blokes do--by pretending nothing happened.
Tempest stood out there for ages and cried.
[Seriously. She's out there because I bought groceries. She met the guy but never took the groceries. She stood next to the groceries for 2 sim hours
before I went out to get them. Then she did this. Poor thing].
I just wanted the damned promotion. I blamed myself. If only I hadn't chosen the wrong thing on that last chance card.
Musey: My friends. Oh, dear. Do you think this contraption will be friends with me?
Monday, Week 4
It was with quite some trepidation that I went to work, but I decided to, because I was about to have another three days off. I left behind a big bowl of
cereal so no one would be tempted to cook.
I swear, if they set the kitchen on fire again, I am going to kill them.
Oh, I got the sudden desire to obtain a pet.
I think not.
I came home to this.
Tempest and Tom had slept for the day, obviously taking the beds. Musey had obviously tried to feed himself and just passed out.
I was worried.
I made sandwiches and headed for bed, as Tempest was now up and around.
Obviously she couldn't be bothered using the bath.
Well, I suppose privacy wasn't an issue any more.
Tom: I love you, Tempest.
Tempest: Then why won't you ever show me?
As soon as I could I got us all watching the cooking programmes.
Musey: That can never, ever happen again.
Tempest: Ya think?
Tom: I don't understand it. Why would Josh set the house on fire? He was dealing with his anger issues.
Beth: I think he was being controlled by the Pink Dress Cult.
Musey: You can keep bringing that up every time something happens.
Tempest: Please don't argue. It makes me uncomfortable.
Noodle, I will get you.
Tuesday, Week 4
Well, my first day off, of three. Again.
And I have a sudden desire to buy a car. Well, of course I do. I want out of here. And I want everyone else out of here.
Well, first things first. Poor Musey had a neck ache from falling asleep on the floor, since you wouldn't let us keep enough beds, you
I think he appreciated it.
Beth: Don't worry. I'll get those promotions and get us all out of here, soon. I promise.
Musey: She's promised to get us out.
Tempest: I sure hope so.
Tempest: Tom, we need to be so careful.
So, now they talk about not burning their food? Glad the lesson has finally sunk in.
Tom: When I get out of here the first thing I'm going to do is eat about three tubs of ice cream.
Tom, bless his wee cotton pj's, helped with the cleaning duties.
The house just seemed empty.
Nov 13 07 7:01 AM
Here's your farking report.
Wednesday, Week 4
My second of three days off. I don't need so much time off in a row. Whose idiot idea was that?
And, how is everyone feeling?
How do you think everyone is feeling?
I decided, to cheer everybody up, and because I was one friend short for my promotion, that I would invite over that household of strange fictional
characters again. Given that they were the only sims I knew that I wasn't already "best friends" with, I didn't have a whole lot of choice,
but, hey, beggars can't be choosers, and all that.
Tempest: No, I do not want to have babies right now. Please get out of the loo.
Tempest: I'm sorry I was so surly. Let me make it up to you.
Markas: No, my fault entirely.
I'm starting to think this is the asylum's equivalent of make-up sex. [I'm also wondering how I can actually reference this in ACTF3 without
being a complete tool ].
Children, gather around the magic box, and I shall tell you a tale...
Musey: what? What do you mean you can sense ghosts here? That's just silly.
Hm. I wonder who Aden is actually thinking about?
And we all gathered around the chess table like it was our own personal campfire, talking of the Pink Dress Cult and how it affected our lives.
Certainly affected Markas.
Oh. Oh, dear. This can't be good.
Well, people, say "hi" to Josh. No? He's not going to like that.
All in all, though, Josh seems pretty pleased with things. He checked out The Spot and then applauded the toilet.
Maybe his death really was deliberate on his part. Hm.
Obviously feeling he never got enough baths in life, he haunted the tub for a while.
Tom: Erhm, guys? You know those ghosts we were talking about earlier?
Don't be silly, Tom. There's no such thing as ghosts.
Oh, okay then. Aden's lusting after Rafael. Centaur love. Gotta love it.
Musey has his first bubble bath (I believe).
Okay, Tom. I stand corrected.
Josh: My bath. You stay out of it, y'hear?
I always knew, deep down, that Josh didn't like Musey.
I think this picture I painted amply indicates the general ethos of the house at the moment. You see, with the wide sweeping brush strokes indicative of
Never mind. Onwards...
Oh. I now have the friends required for the next level.
Thursday, Week 4
The last of my days off.
The house was quiet.
Musey studied one of the books on the shelf--Law 101 (yes, be afraid, Noodle. Be very afraid).
I wrote all of the details down for posterity.
...and no matter how much TV we watched, our high skill could not prevent the tragedy that occurred. The substandard equipment caused an electrical short
out, according to the second fitter...
I want a teddy bear. Maybe I should hug him and squeeze him and wuv him and call him George...
Musey, would you mind if I renamed you George?
Musey: What you talkin' about, Willis?
I'll take that as a "no".
Ah, the smell of blackened Brie. Glad I'm not a Grilled Cheese sim, or this would be that disaster beyond our imagination.
Instead, in our asylum, it's yummy gooey cheesy goodness.
See? Even got Tom out of bed for food.
Oh, and I didn't paint that by the way. But the fact someone else is, right now, after Josh appeared and haunted us after looking at The Spot, is highly
significant, don't you think?
Oh, and now I shall relate to you The Legend of the Townie. It is an old legend, and one with many a legacy attached. You see, myth has it that
every so often, if you are very careful, one of these "Townies" will walk by your house at random intervals.
I thought it was just a myth.
Until this day.
[All of my walk-bys were characters I'd created for Isy's story, until now. Weird]
And if that myth is true, who can say what else may be so?
Night fell. I was hoping we'd have no ghosts so I could get enough sleep to get to work the next day. And so could everyone else.
Musey was heading into aspiration failure, so I invited over a friend and encouraged them to talk while I concentrated on getting that last logic skill.
Tom and Tempest slept, which is good.
Whoot! Yay Musey and... what was his name again? Meh. I can't remember, and he was my best fiend, too.
It was probably George.
Oh. Check that whoot and reverse it.
Musey: Wow. You mean rock beats scissors? Then rock must be the strongest. I am always going to use rock.
Delivery Guy: No. Paper beats rock.
Musey: Oh, paper's the strongest. I'll always use paper then.
DG: No, cos scissor beat paper.
Musey: Oh, I get it! So I'll always use scissor then!
DG: No, because rock beats...
[Anyone who can name the show that came from gets a Tim Tam ].
Oh, Tempest. You poor thing.
Aden called. That was nice of him, given that despite Markas' seeming gravitational pull, Tempest actually had a 2-bolt attraction for Aden, and a 1-bolt
for Markas. [I was 2 bolts for Aden, negative for Markas. Wonder what gives. I'm thinking we're both sympathetic towards Isy. ]
What the...? Yeah, Tempest never met her, either.
And I went to sleep, dreaming of... erhm. Who the hell is that?
It's the damned Cult, I tell you. It has to be.
Friday, Week 4
No ghosts appeared on Thursday night, which was a Good Thing.
I'm ready, promotion; I'm ready, promotion...
Off I went. They had better not touch that stove while I'm gone, or I don't know what I'm going to do to them.
Or, you know, alternatively, you, Noodle.
This is my omigosh I hope I'm doing the right thing face.
Oh, Tom. She's obviously distraught. Don't just stand there, do something. You know, hug her, or comfort her, or...
And I am now a Restaurateur!!! Yay!!!
About bloody time. Oh, and I get another three days off in two days. For crying out...
Mind you, I'm looking at needing a logic point, 3 creativity and 2 cooking. I've said this, but skill building without using aspiration rewards
Fortunately, I have enough friends already.
I made food for everyone.
It was just as well, because we were in for a rough night.
Julie turned up first. And, well... she was upset at the realisation she was dead...
Actually, make that really pissed off.
Scared Musey. A lot.
Scared the you-know-what out of Tom, too.
Although, he found it a much more positive experience, despite the puddle.
Tom: Musey's a wuss.
Meanwhile, Tavie also showed up from the hereafter. [Means the order they died in were Josh, Julie, Tavie, Mel-Anne].
Needless to say, she wasn't happy, either. Lends credence to the theory "Josh did it".
Now, Tavie wasn't quite as active or angry as Julie was.
Julie also got Tempest...
And Tom, again.
Tavie just got Musey. Poor baby wet himself on that one.
For some reason they left me alone that night, but I swear to Fluffy I'll be lucky if someone doesn't die of fright. [I actually thought
Musey was a goner].
Saturday, Week 4
For some reason, I didn't get a lot of security footage for today, so just a quick day's report.
Off to work for my first day with my own restaurant. Nice car.
Musey played it safe. He is such a good boy.
The bath broke, again.
Tempest worried, probably about Tom eating all of those carcinogenic pork chops.
Oh, yeah. And I came down with a cold.
No sign of ghosties, tonight. Mel-Anne obviously likes her sleep.
That is all.
Nov 13 07 7:03 AM
Sunday, Week 4
Another flitching day off, just before my regular three days off. Had to call in sick.
Although, I suppose, in this case that was a Good Thing. I really was not well [I'd ignored the illness for 12 straight hours and was starting to cough up
a lung. Art imitates life!]. I made sure the others were cooking something innocuous then took to bed.
Musey got another phone call.
Musey: Yeah. Hi Reno. No, I haven't forgotten you. No. No, I really haven't. She's really not doing so well right now. Sure, I promise I'll
Musey: Hang on. You're currently doing what???
So, I got the little message that said I was better, so up I got, ready to work on that last promotion. And it was autumn again, good for skill raising. Not
quite as good as using an aspiration reward, but still.
Okay, I think Musey is trying just a wee bit too hard here. Yes. Congratulations on seeing snow. Well, thankyou. I think.
I had to make sure my friendships stayed high, so I spent some time telling them all about the conditions here.
We did have another ghostly visitor. Josh seems way too pleased with that toilet. Seriously. The man's a nut. A dead nut, but still.
I kept getting sudden desires for cars, clothes... instruments. Obviously, I really wanted out of here.
Josh, unlike the first night he appeared, went straight into scaring mode.
Yeah, I'll live. Thanks Musey.
Poor Tempest. He floated over and got her too.
And he wandered around for a while as Tom and I ignored him as much as possible. I needed that last logic point.
And Musey went back to having nightmares. Someone has been trying to bother him while he's asleep. 
Tavie, obviously not satisfied with whispering sweet scary nothings in Musey's ear while he was asleep, decided to drop by...
And take care of it in person.
Josh had a go at Musey, too. I swear to Fluffy, I thought I was going to have him die of fright that night.
But, I was wrong. Musey didn't die.
Beth: No. Way.
Beth: I mean it. If you think she's going down without a fight, then you have another bloody think coming.
Fortunately, Grim saw it my way. I can be very persuasive when I want to be.
Tempest: Well, that was the strangest thing I've ever seen.
Notice: Tom? Nowhere to be seen.
Thus endeth week four.
Monday, Week 5
The first of my three regular days off. Sigh. This means we're going to be here for at least another four days. Argh.
We had another walk-by visitor today. His name was Amar Straight.
My guess is, he isn't.
I fail to see where everyone is walking from, though. That's a long way to go just to gander at the freaks. I am surprised we're getting paper
deliveries, still, frankly.
The events of the night took their toll on poor Musey, but at least he wasn't dead.
I invited some friends over again to try and get everyone happier. Guess what Tempest and Markas did?
Aden and the sister argued over who actually clogged the toilet. I figured, bugger it. I can stay clogged. I have cooking to study.
Obviously, Markas has "issues" with the Final Fantasy gang.
He really doesn't like to be upstaged, our Markas. At all.
They all played...
And I kept working.
Even into the wee hours, after the guests had gone home.
There were no ghosts that night.
Mel-Anne is being really conspicuous by her absence.
Tuesday, Week 5
My second official day off.
Yes, I am being "short" with you, Noodle. I don't like you.
I kept working...
All though the day and into the night. The others were able to look after themselves.
Tavie turned up that night, floated around...
And scared the flarn out of me. But I just kept going [insert self-congratulation here. Good lord].
Clowns bother me. They really do. So this painting is an indication of the state of mind in the house while... never mind.
I think everyone's forgotten about us. It's just me, and the other crazies.
I kept... go on, say it with me... working.
Wednesday, Week 5
Of course, it did take its toll on me, just a bit.
I finished the clown painting and sold it, then someone else got to the easel while I was talking to some friends on the phone. Obviously, someone
wants to make sure I don't forget about the Cult.
I won't forget.
I woke up, ate something, then trashed the other painting [aren't I nice?] and kept working until I passed out again.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Or when my body forces me to.
Up again, had a bath, broke said bath, continued painting, and passed out.
Yeah. I let the place go a bit, eh.
I did, eventually, get a place to sleep.
Wednesday was just one big whinge.
And no ghosties!
Thursday, Week 5
Finally, a day I get to go to work! And am I ready for my promotion?
Still short on creativity, and some cooking, but I had some time before work.
Notice the bath? I wasn't kidding when I said I wasn't going to worry about it.
With the painting finished, I sold it and studied cooking.
Whoot! Go, me.
And off to work I went, with only creativity to go.
Poor Tempest. Don't worry, we'll be out of here soon.
Well, as expected, no promotion, but I brought home a "friend from work."
This is Loretta, who was one of the few survivors of the last time I played this challenge. I am reasonably certain she's actually unemployed. Meh.
Julie turned up that night, and scared the bubbers out of Musey.
That's pretty much all she did. Then she floated around for the rest of the night, thank Fluffy, given she was the "angry ghost" of the three
I ignored my "friend" and got to work on the very last painting I would have to paint in this Fluffy-forsaken place.
I went to bed just as the sun was coming up.
Friday, Week 5
This is, I sincerely hope, our last day in this place.
It's been hell, Mr Noodle. Thanks. Yes, that was my sarcastic tone.
So, after making sure I was fed, bathed, talked out and rested, I went to work.
Obviously, someone got tired of trying to get a hold of Musey on the phone and came by to nag me in person.
Not now, Reno.
While I was at work, everyone else... cried a lot.
Musey made everyone salmon. And didn't set the stove on fire. He's lovely, isn't he?
And, gasp! Mel-Anne finally turned up.
Yeah. She didn't look happy, either.
Mel-Anne: What do you mean, I'm dead? Well, that sucks.
So she took it out on Tom. Who didn't mind, as it turned out.
And, then I got home...
Beth Gael, Celebrity Chef, at your service.
And what happens to us now?
That's a tale for tomorrow.
Nov 13 07 7:07 AM
The first thing I did, when I got home, was to tell everyone about my promotion. "Suddenly", they were all very happy.  We were out of there as soon as possible.
But we had a few things to do, first.
As I said, I didn't really pay any attention to my score (in fact, if I'd known I got points for skills I would have stopped cleaning, not fixed the
bath so people would mop the floor, not hogged the easel when I wasn't using it, and invited everyone to play chess and watch TV more), but here it is
Start with 100 points.......................100..................100
+ 20 if never used influence..............forfeited............100
+ 1 for each friend of the household (unique, not incl h/h members):
Beth: 7 friends........................................... 7
Musey: + 1 (Reno)...................................... 1
Tempest; + 1 (Markas)................................ 1
Tom: no uniques..........................................0..................109
+ 1 per skill point earned (except controllable sim):
+ 1 per 1,000 asp points earned (except controllable sim, rounded up):
Musey: 37,500............................................ 38.................212
Tom: 29,250............................................... 30.................260
1 per day ...................................................33..................227
20 per h/h death.. (x 4)................................ 80..................147
30 per visitor death........................................0..................147
So, where did they go from here? [Good lord. I'm actually singing Evita now. Sheesh].
First of all, there was the Pink Dress Cult to consider. They all had the bizarre feeling that none of them were getting out of there until they could get
to the bottom of it all.
"Suddenly" a magic dress rack appeared. Musey was the first to look at it.
"Hey," he said, "Everything here is pink. Maybe we should try them on." [Good lord. Could this be any lamer?]
We all figured what the hell? May as well.
Especially given the only things even close to skirts for the boys were, well, towels. There was no wrong there.
Oh, and Tom...
Stop. Being. Fickle!
For the record, this is not a form of courtship for me. I just like hitting idiots about the head and body.
I think somebodies think I'm enjoying myself a wee bit too much?
So... we needed to discuss what was going on.
"First of all, we have some angry and upset ghosties. I don't know about you but the concept of leaving them here forever is just not a great
Murmurs of agreement ensued.
We all had sudden desires to resurrect our friends, but no money.
No one wanted zombies on the lot instead.
"What if we use the power of the Pink Dress Cult to move them somewhere else?"
And as it was said, so it was done.
I love the little wave Tavie and Julie give each other.
Mel-Anne: But I just got here...
We moved them to a lovely spot in the Sturmford Cathedral graveyard, where they shared space with some of the important historical figures of Sturmford.
Perhaps, one day, when the chance arrives, they will be resurrected. But not this day.
Actually, probably not Josh. Hot as he may be IRL, he was a highly annoying sim, and he did kill half the house, after all.
"Wow. The Pink Dress Cult certainly has a lot of power."
That taken care of, what was next on the list?
Ah, yes. Mr Noodle.
"I reckon we should get him locked up in the nearest workhouse."
"Go on a speaking tour and make sure everyone knows about is methods."
Erhm, Musey, you may like to put yer leg down there. Um, not that I'm complaining, mind.
"Well, one way or another, there's got to be a story in this somewhere."
Beth: I don't really care, so long as I can get out of this bloody corset. Suddenly I'm actually sympathising with Keira Knightly, and she's a
lot skinnier than I am. I can't breath in this thing.
Musey: I completely notice you not breathing.
"There will be a revolution. Many shall stand against this Noodle guy. There shall be asylums taking control of their own destinies across the land. And
verily, I shall say to you all--will you join in my crusade? Will you be strong and follow me? Beyond the barricade is there a world you long to
Umm. Yeah. We suspect that Tempest needs just a little bit more... uh... therapy. Just a bit.
Speaking of being beyond barricades, it was time to be beyond our own.
So we jumped into a yellow thingy...
And headed down to the cathedral.
Yes, Tom. It's a big building. But don't worry, we won't let it get you.
Methinks that boy still has some issues.
Gave us a chance to say "goodbye" to the other inhabitants (for now ).
And, perhaps, have them watch over a few games, for old time's sake. [That is IT. I am getting a "no autonomous pillow fight" hack if I can find
one. This is bleeding ridiculous.]
And then we went back home with our new clothing, bought with the power of the... uh... Pink Dress Cult.
Yeah. I don't know, either. Stop looking at me like that, guys. I have no interest in the man. Really.
I also suddenly became a knowledge sim. Musey suddenly became a family sim.
Oh, for crying out loud.
"You know, congratulations on not being dead."
"I, uh, thanks, I think."
"So, Beth, what are you going to do next?"
It's nice to be noticed. I just managed to find us some accommodation that we can afford, so we're out of here.
Good lord. This boy's just too yummy.
Gods help me. Think I'll keep him.
The taxi took us away. I took nothing with us but the clothes on our back, the last picture I'd taken, the original ones off our wall, seen in the Intro,
Yeah. I don't think I cured my addiction, do you?
There was a spare flat in Chedian Apartments, across the road from the shops and the proposed Sturmford Art Gallery.
Really. Too hot to ignore.
And, seriously? I think Topm's gotta get his act together. He clearly adores Tempest. (Two bolts, no trying).
Can't say much for the previous occupants' taste--art deco is not really my thing--but at least it was furnished, and beggars can't be
We all moved into the same apartment--it was a two bedroom.
I am sure we all have various "issues" that still need to be addressed. Who knows what still must be sorted out?
Mr Noodle has disappeared. And who knows if we'll ever find him, or be able to find a way to make him responsible for the lack of fire prevention in the
One thing I do know, though. The future, for us all, looks... interesting.
Tempest: Erhm, who's that?
Musey: (sigh) Meet my younger brother, Matt.
Yes, very interesting, indeed.
We may never be able to catch Noodle.
But that is someone else's story, at least for now.
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