Sunday, March 23, 2008

Asylum - Chapter 13

The Home Stretch




Here we are in Week 7, coming round the far turn and heading into the stretch run. It's been a long race, but the wire is in sight. We've just got to turn on that burst of speed and try to avoid stumbling in the last few furlongs.

This may be easier said than done, as some residents are having problems just making it from day to day, while others are concerned they'll never be able to pack up and leave.






Earl is one of those patients who continues to have some issues tending his needs. He's constantly in the yellow, usually because he's hungry, sleepy, or stinky... or a combination of more than one. Like in this case, where he's obviously hungry and sleepy. That's his bowl of whatever on the counter; despite Lizbet having set out gelatin earlier in the day (and someone -- probably Raul -- making sammiches), he just had to try to cook for himself. On the plus side, his passing out before he was finished means we probably avoided a fire.






Earl did eventually wake up on his own and wander off to bed... just in time to be out of the way for Raul and Lorna's daily argument and fight. Lorna's scraps with Raul and Marie are so common that the other patients don't even bat an eye anymore. They just carry on like nothing's happening

Marie: "So Parson, I hear in Free Time we'll be able to play soccer finally."

Parson: "Um... we will?"






Marie: "I wonder if we'll get skiing too? I'd really love to learn to ski."

Lizbet: "We're not getting Free Time anytime soon, so stop your whining about wanting to go schussing down the slopes."






Marie: "Ah... okay."

Parson: "I'm getting dust on my gelatin."

Lizbet: "Then you might want to move."






Yeah, seven weeks in here is starting to get on Lizbet's last nerve. But with luck this should be the last week. She's just got her promotion back to level 9 and she needs only one skill point to get her last promotion, which we'll get to work on right away once repairs have been made. Yeah the TV is broken again and Raul clogged the the toilet.






Earl kept having nightmares and waking himself up. His icon was somewhere between yellow and orange, so I guess he can't really be blamed for them. Eventually he got up and wandered into the kitchen in a quest for food.






Which Wanda was already working on. Sadly, like Parson, her cooking skills fell a bit short when it came to making turkey.

Earl: "Asylum Gods, please, no more burned turkey! The neck hole is seriously creepy."

Just eat your charcoal poultry Earl and then go take a shower. You're grossing out your asylum-mates.

That's Reg Canton, random custom townie walk-by there in the back. I sent Lizbet out to greet him as he ambled by, and right now he's probably wishing he'd kept on walking.






Apparently extra-crispy, extra-dry, slightly sooty turkey makes a good pillow.






Next morning after Lizbet left for work, Sim-Lynn wandered in all on her own again. Parson was asleep so she hung out with Van for a while.

Sim-Lynn: "Um... what are we watching Van? It's the sports channel, but I don't see any sports."

Van: "Street Luge. Things are kind of slow right now because we're waiting for the emergency crew to finish clearing parts of racer #6 off the roadway."

Sim-Lynn: "I think I'll go see if Parson is up yet."






And Parson was up; he was just finishing washing his dishes in the pantry sink so Sim-Lynn had him cornered. They proceeded to do this all afternoon.






See what I mean? Still in the pantry. Lizbet's been home for a while; she's busy unclogging the toilet because I forgot to have her to it last night. After that she'll get to work on those skills.






They did eventually get moved out of the pantry, but it seems that location was the only thing that had changed with these two.






Um... guys... both sides of the bed need to be available if you want to do that. *giggle*






Since half the bed was occupado, Sim-Lynn and Parson decided to wander out into living room and stare at Marie as she maxxed her creativity. Maybe they were hoping she'd leave so they could make "use" of the couch.






Marie did eventually move... into the commons area so she could beat up Lorna again. Sim-Lynn seems to be enjoying the show.






Okay, who was not surprised at this outcome? *raises hand*






Once the crowd had dispersed, Lizbet got to work finishing off that last needed skill point






Thursday morning, and yes, Sim-Lynn is still here, invading Raul's privacy as he tries to write in his diary. At least she's not mocking Marie for her sleep management issues.






Yes Lizbet, you're off to school, in a sense. Just get that promotion and all will be right with the world.






Before Lizbet headed out though, I had her greet Sim-SGT who was wandering by.

Sim-SGT: "So Wanda, are you ready to be out of here and head back to the city?"

Wanda: "No, Ah think Ah'd rather stay here. Well, not here here, but I'd like to get me a nice lil farm and maybe raise some kids and tamaters and stuff."






After chatting up Wanda, Sim-SGT went out side to play in the leaves she'd raked a few days earlier. She then raked them all back up into neat little piles. This is why I like having her or Sim-Lisa stop by; they're great house guests. They don't heart fart everything that moves (Orrin), steal Gnutzo (Sim-Lynn and Cleve), and aren't hated by half the residents (Sim-Keth)






Speaking of hatin' and Sim-Keth...

Van, don't you ever learn?






There's something other than hatin' going on here too. Raul's finally fallen in love with Marie. She fell in love with him way back in Week 3, but he was still wrapped up in Lorna then. 'Bout time the boy got his head on straight.






No Lynn.

"But... but... Parson is inside."

Just keep moving.






Lizbet... that is not a platinum plumb bob. Why do I think you did not get a promotion today? We need that promotion.






And don't give me that "I'm tired" line. Today is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday, your last day to get a promotion this week. I really don't want to take this into 8 weeks.

*sigh*

Get yourself inside. Maybe if we get you greened up you'll get lucky tomorrow and we can finally wrap this up.


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Monday, March 17, 2008

Asylum - Chapter 12

Getting Close to Final




As the weekend rolls around, things are starting to get back to normal in the Wainwright Asylum for the Slightly Deranged.

Really, they are. Stink is normal here.






Since it's the weekend, and (with luck) the last weekend Lizbet will be staying in the Asylum as a patient, I decided to let her live it up and invite a bunch of her friends over.

*facepalm* Yes Taylor, I think Lizbet understands that you think she's hot. You don't need to keep reminding her to call you while you bubble little hearts all over her.






I'll have to go check her memories, but I don't think that Lizbet and her jailbait Taylor have even kissed, even though they're crazy for each other. That or they have, and I've just blocked it from my memory.






Folks started eventually wandering in. I couldn't remember if asylum residents were allowed to throw parties, so I just invited everyone by phone. Several people asked to bring friends. Like Sim-Lynn here brought Sim-Lisa. Doesn't she look just thrilled about it? (actually I think she was peeved because Parson was still asleep.)






Orrin Lothario asked if he could bring...

"Seavey."

Lothario.

"Seavey!"

Stop heart farting every other female in Middlington and I'll think about giving you your name back. Be thankful I'm not using the Captain's idea of 'Slutty Orrin.'

"Grrrr."






Anyway, Orrin asked if he could bring a friend. Sim-Keth is not whom I expected him to bring. She's been poking folks all day; I can't believe she's up for a party.






Sim-SGT has to be one of the nicest and most polite sims I've played. Taylor rushed out to do his school cheer for her. She didn't know the words but she clapped and bounced along with him. The other asylum residents tended to shut him down when he tried to cheer them.






She does seem a little less than enthusiastic about Quavi's come on though.






Inside meanwhile, Lorna had been going around and making raspberries at some of the guests so Marie gave her a piece of her mind, Sim-Lynn tried to pass the time while waiting for Parson to get up by trying to make friends with Raul, and Orrin tried to drag Sim-Lisa's attention away from the sports channel. Unfortunately, staring intently at her didn't seem to work.






No. Not while your boytoy is inside. Is you two's relationship even high enough for that? Oh wait... ACR... Still no though.






Eventually everyone was there, and Parson had hauled himself out of bed. Happening place, isn't it?






Some folks never made it inside, however.

Aw, it's nice to see that Captain Ange returns Clevey Lee Roth's feelings.






Sim-Keth actually spent more time in the kitchen, filling her face. Considering she's the size of the Simyear Blimp, I can imagine she's got a heck of an appetite.






Lizbet, would you care to explain why you're heart-farting Sim-Lynn with such a sour face?






Ah, bonding over the flamingos that the Captain loves so well.






Sim-Keth explained to Lizbet that it might not be a good idea to get grousy over Sim-Lynn while she's visiting. Especially when she's explaining to Parson how to fend off a mugger with a pair of stiletto heels.

Sim-Lynn's ears must've started burning at some point, because she headed outside...






to steal Gnutzo DXXXVII






You tell her Clevey! Put her in her place Captain.

Hmm... doesn't seem to have stopped her any.






That's okay. Earl will go and steal Gnutzo back in a bit.

"Oh Cleve... is that jacket real?"

"You betcha baby. Do you know how many rare spotted naugas it took to get my tailor had enough hides for this coat?"






Later, after Gnutzo was returned, there would be a brief argument over who would be the next to steal him.

This is why I like inviting Sim-Lisa and Sim-SGT over. They don't steal the lawn gnomes or kick the flamingos.






I thought this was terribly cute. In a room full of people to chat up, what does Bacillus do? He decided to talk to Sim-Keth's tummy. I love it when sims do this autonomously.






Ah, you know it's getting late and that it's been a great party when the guests are passing out in their breakfast. Most of them started wandering home after this.






But a few decided to stick around. Sim-SGT felt the leaves just had to be raked before she could leave.






While Clevey and the Captain hung out in the living room playing red hands. *facepalm*






Aw SGT, we just got that sink fixed from when Lisa broke it.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to wash my hands. Those leaves are dusty."

They were lying on the ground. What do you expect?



Well, we've officially finished Week 6 now, so how do things stand?

Fires: 14 (2 during the 6th week)
Items destroyed by fire: 1 (stove, first week)
Nervous Breakdowns: 15 (NONE!!!1 during the 6th week either. Moar Yay!)
Job Level: 8 in Education (Senior Professor)
Chance Cards: 4 (earned promotion to substitute teacher, lost $1860 as guest lecturer, promotion to senior professor, demotion to senior professor)
Family Friends: 13
Family Funds: §50498
Lot Value: §33470
Total Family Wealth: §83968 (value on the neighborhood screen)
Total days so far: 42






Chapter Outtake:

Another picture of Bacillus playing peek-a-boo with Sim-Keth's tummy.



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