Greymare Asylum (part 1)
Warning: Brief attempt at ~backstory~ quickly followed by juvenile commentary. Also, silly shenanigans.
Glendalough's local historians generally agree that Greymare Asylum was initially constructed to serve as a fine residential estate for some hoity-toity family in the mid-18th century. When and how the structure was adapted for its present use is a little less clear. Nevertheless, Greymare is still operational and houses a handful of residents even today.
Angelica Graves is an edgy contemporary designer with a passion for plaid. She landed a free trip to Greymare after a particularly scandalous incident invloving black velvet, a machete, and a bottle of Patrón.
Adventurous / Artistic / Great-Kisser / Hot-Headed / Vegetarian
Virginia Cloves was a prominent child actress. Her talents were always questionable at best, so her career took a nosedive upon entering adulthood. She committed herself after the failure of her most recent flick, but most people think her institutionalization is just a publicity stunt(and they're probably right).
Childish / Over-Emotional / Shy / Unflirty / Loner
Harvey Moon probably shouldn't be in Greymare at all. He feigned mental illness in order to gather footage for his new documentary, Fruitcakes : A Complete History of Madness in Glendalough. He thought it would be simple enough to prove his sanity after he was through, but that simply hasn't been the case for some reason.
Neurotic / Neat / Grumpy / Dramatic / No Sense of Humor
Ned Blackworth was once a notable professor at the very prestigious Miskatonic University. He still would be, if he hadn't been caught flirting with the highly volatile Shoggoth-Human hybrid (which is clear evidence of super duper cray-cray).
Flirty / Hot-Headed / Technophobe / Party Animal / Rebellious
Poor Walter Bones is mostly a garden-variety worrywart, but since he happens to be one quarter demon, he got chucked into Greymare as soon as he showed the faintest sign of abnormal behavior. He'd much rather be researching alternative fuel sources, but there's not much likelihood he'll be getting out of the Asylum anytime soon.
Unlucky / Clumsy / Coward / Perfectionist / Eco-Friendly
Peggy Su is just bad news, plain and simple. She is the girl your parents warned you about and then some.
Evil / Mean Spirited / Dislikes Children / Natural Cook / Virtuoso
Who knows how a mummy ends up with a name like Charlie Conway? Along those same lines, who knows how a mummy like Charlie ended up in an asylum? I certainly don't have a clue. He's an all-around enigma.
Hydrophobic / Stupid / Snob / Good Sense of Humor / Insane
Lastly, we have our unfortunate caretaker Abigail Kettle. She's hardly the best-suited individual for the job(she's not exactly caring for one thing), but that's the way the cookie crumbles. In order to get the hell out of here, she'll be forced to master each and every musical instrument - because being a one-woman-band is somehow very helpful when it comes to escaping a mental asylum.
Clumsy / Family-Oriented / Mean Spirited / Rebellious / Natural Cook
...and so concludes my feeble attempts at telling a story.
Virginia: Oh my Gahhhhhhd!!! *loses shit*
Walter: Gahhhhd!! *loses shit in hopes of fitting in*
Charlie: *keeps shit together, presumably*
Virginia: THIS LIGHT IS AMAZING!
Walter: THIS LIGHT IS... really not that interesting.
A sim that is not obsessed with light fixtures is a blessed thing indeed.
Ned: *shakes groove thang*
Harvey: *cannot move to this beat* >:|
Abigail gets started on her ticket out of here.
Peggy is somehow distressed by this stand-up bass. At least it isn't a light fixture.
Angelica: BLAARRHG GRAAHH...
Angelica: dooo deet dee doooooo.. happy little treeeees...
Walter and Harvey: *sense a disturbance in the force... in the washer machine*
Charlie: *fixes a salad verrryyy slowlllyy*
Ned's thing: *is still grooving*
What kind of moron puts a dart board in an Asylum? OH, wait...
Harvey: *kicks butt at a game designed for eight-year-olds, but feels happy with himself regardless* :D
(5 hours later)
Ned: Oh yeah! I am unstoppable! I am the king of all groove things!
Ned: Actually, never mind. My back effin' hurts.
Ned: OH YEAH? WELL, YOU'RE A BABY(for some reason)!
Angelica: fffuuu...
Harvey: *backs away slowly*
Angelica: *sniffles softly*
Meanwhile, Abigail neglects her duties completely!
Harvey and Angelica bond through pillow fightin'
While Walter and Ned bond through pee pee puddle loiterin'
Everyone (plus a bowl of mac n cheese): Oh nooes! A mummy! For shame!
Abigail swoops in to save the neglected bowl of mac. Meanwhile, Walter remains unconscious(how he ended up this way remains a mysterious mystery).
Harvey: Pools are lovely, wouldn't you agree Ned?
Ned: Oh, absolutely!
Abigail: NOOOO!! ANYTHING BUT POOLS!!
Peggy: Tha bitch is crazay!
Peggy: ...
Abigail: *deep sigh*
Virginia: *sleeps soundly*
Angelica: *prances proudly*?
If there was a mummy lurking behind me while I was on the computer, I'm pretty sure it would take me at least two hours to notice.
*glances over shoulder*
Peggy: How dare you not appreciate the MAJESTY OF PINK?
The three of them: *have different feelings about this*
Angelica: I believe... no one's ever told you about "personal space"?
Ned: *stares*
Harvey seems to have bed rage.
He might not be the only one.
Walter ponders puddles with Charlie by the pool.
Abigail...
...is not a morning person.
Harvey: Damn your hard work and happy memories! *scowl*
Peggy: Wah ha ha! Look at that guy! What a fool!
Harvey: You do know that you're pointing at a blank wall, right?
Virginia: *Thinks of UNICORNS!*
Ned: *Thinks of BOOBIES*
Virginia: I have an ample handcuff collection!
Ned: Those would certainly compliment my sizable kinky bandit mask collection!
Virginia: I've got a swell idea! We should pool together our resources and...
Ned: Suddenly, LLAMAS! Gosh, I am PISSED about llamas!
Ned: *in finest falsetto* Lllllaaaamaaaaass!!
Virginia: *thinks of YETIS* :(
Angelica: Sooo.. how about a bowl? *wink*wink*nudge*nudge*
Somehow, the overflowing washer machine managed to singe Abigail. I'm not sure how that works, really.
Virginia: What is up with this mysteriously cinematic lighting?
Harvey: OH.EM.GEE.
Mostly Everyone: *panic, followed by freak out*
Angelica: Clearly, the washer machine is to blame for all of this!
Walter doesn't seem to care. I'm not sure why - he passes out at every other available opportunity.
Fire on Harvey's Face: *looks like Gene Simmons' tongue*
Abigail: *is not amused*
Abigail: *changes her mind, apparently*
I apologize for my poor attempts at making funnies this time around. Sayonara!