Welp, that didn't take long.
We've only met a fraction of Rapture's population. Amongst those taking their first baby-steps into the new world is this young woman, seen here wishing that toothbrushes were available under the "buy" option.
You might have heard of this one; she was tolerably popular in the surface world, releasing a few songs, insulting a lot of politicians. Her friends describe her as strong and opinionated, whilst her enemies are more inclined to call her a shrill bossy interfering gremlin.
Whichever description is true, we can be certain of one thing: she should never be trusted to pick out furniture. I mean, zebra striped cushions? That's anachronistic at best.
Anyway, say hi to Anna Culpepper.
As well as rocking out on her acoustic guitar, Anna enjoys quieter artistic pursuits such as painting. Her natural skills shine through, allowing her to effortlessly produce works of stunning...
...stunning... talent and...
Uh. Let's move swiftly on, shall we?
Anna also enjoys outdoor pursuits, so it's a good thing she lives in a bizzaro-version of Rapture where such things are still possible. I mean, Arcadia is great and all, but you can't really walk five steps without hitting a wall or a walkway or something. Apparently parkland doesn't mix well with the bottom of the sea. Who would have thought it?
On the other hand, there is at least one activity which effectively combines the outdoors with the bounty of the ocean floor: fishing! Anna works afternoons and evenings at the town hall, helping with gigs and trying to start up a band of her own, so she has the mornings free to wander down to the pond in the park and drag unsuspecting trout into the air.
Heck, she even starts night fishing too, wandering further and further afield in her quest for new and awesomer specimens.
Well, you know. Cohen is dead so he's no fun to taunt; plus that Ryan guy from the last update hasn't yet established himself, so the politics in this town are so far pretty inobjectionable. Anna has to find some way to pass the time.
Then again, wandering around late at night in unfamiliar territory is a great way to get mugged discover new and exciting things about the place in which you live.
Hello, what's this?
Unfortunately, it's late at night and those wonderfully forbidding gates are firmly locked. Anna would protest, but she's fairly sure she can't get through them anyway without an invite. Or maybe that's vampires. Anyway, there'll be no investigating this strange new complex tonight.
But that doesn't mean she's just going to forget about it. No sir.
For now, though, she's just going to bide her time with some much-needed painting practice. Her latest masterpiece is this... er... this surrealist representation of a pig? No, no, it's a deconstruction of the traditional Valentine heart. Wait, no, it's clearly a lovingly detailed amoeba. Er...
...Whatever it is, Anna, you might want to lay of that LSD for a while. Just sayin'.
Let's turn away from Anna Culpepper for a while, and cast our glance towards this rather lovely-looking family. A lady aglow with the rosy joy of new motherhood, and a baby with a fixation on pool tables; here, surely, is a non-dysfunctional little group on which we can focus in safety.
It's a slightly stereotypical family, but no less charming for all of that. While Daddy is away at work charming the socks off his superiors, Mummy spends time with her bouncing baby boy, expanding the world for him by teaching him to walk.
D'aww.
Hark, is that the sound of the banged-up but trusty old family car in the driveway? Is daddy home, my little honey-clover? Is daddy home? Yes he is! Yes he is!
Yes he...
...
...oh lord.
"Yes, Patrick, darling. Daddy is the city's most heinous and deceptive criminal, he's determined to bring down the government in order to sell a dangerous drug to the outside world, and he's outside in the garden right now performing the world's angriest crap.
"What's that, darling? That's right! There aren't enough days in the week for all the therapy you and Mummy are going to need!"
"You see, your daddy slinks around this city putting on silly accents, and wherever he goes, death follows in his wake. Electrocution, freezing, exploding submarines... there's no depth he won't stoop to. Is there, darling? No there isn't!"
"Don't pay any attention to Mummy, boyo. Your daddy loves ya, and he's not even gonna make cruel remarks, like, about your horribly disfigured legs."
Wee baby Patrick feels much less conflicted when his parents leave him alone, and he can hit his tiny xylophone in peace.
*sigh* "Maybe I should buddy up with Jack and we can take a boat to the surface world. I hear they have psychiatrists there who don't even try to give you an unwanted facelift mid-session."
"We're the world's greatest parents, ain't we, Moira?"
"Sure, if you like."
Next time on Biosims: I don't know yet! 8D