Simspiration - Watching a murder mystery show
You know, I think I should be writing more for my other characters, but nearly all the others would give away spoilers. Still, not many people are contributing to simspiration this week, so this is better than nothing, right?
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Rodney shook his head as he realised that he'd just been staring at the wall for several minutes. He looked down and glared at the small stack of paper in front of him - he was going to read this local transport report. He was going to force himself to. He was the Mayor and he should at least know what was going on around Simfield, even if he didn't actually bother to do anything about it.
But as he got onto the second page his eyes wandered off the paper and just onto the wooden desk rather than be forced to consume any more tedious information. He sighed and put his face in his hands. He really had to find somebody intelligent but naive who would do his job for him while he took the credit... Maybe he could look into that. But for now he just had to read...
His minor concentration was broken by the sound of what seemed to be a televised scream from downstairs. Honestly. The only reason he'd started studying upstairs was so Seth wouldn't distract him, but even that wasn't working if he could hear what he was doing from his room. The dramatic music was only just on the edge of hearing, so he probably could ignore that and keep reading... Or he could go and have a go at Seth. Having a go at Seth it was!
He walked into the lounge to see Seth sat with a beer and some crisps, and with his feet on the sofa too. Rodney was increasingly sure that Seth's entire purpose in life now was to piss him off in every available way.
"I can hear the TV from upstairs."
"Oh I'm sorry, had you just got to the really interesting bit where it turns out that traffic jams are down 5%?" Seth asked sarcastically while not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Ha. ha."
"So what have you learnt?" he asked half-curiously.
Rodney hesitated and realised he couldn't even remember what had been on the first page. Seth's smirk grew as he made that connection. "So what are you watching?" Rodney asked instead, sitting down and knocking Seth's feet off the sofa.
"Midsimer Murders," Seth answered contentedly, taking another handful of crisps.
"I thought only old people, the unemployed and students watched that stuff." All the people who are at home in the middle of the day. Actually, that probably fit Seth too - at 3 or 4pm he'd probably only just woken up half the time unless Rodney forced him out of the house.
"It's good. And very entertaining; I like guessing who's going to die, how, who the murderer is, and why. I'm actually very good at it, though it tends to be quite obvious."
"Picking up tips, are we?" Rodney asked sardonically.
"Oh please, I've killed enough people to fill four of these episodes," Seth dismissed.
"And how many of the murderers on here turn out to be crazy?"
Seth finally looked away from the screen and narrowed his eyes at him. "I've told you I'm not crazy."
"Uh-huh. I'd love to hold a poll and see how many other people believe in 'simmers' and 'legacies'," Rodney said deprecatingly.
"If you'd let me get my magic back I could show you the website on the computer! I expect you came up on there and all..."
"No. No more being an 'atrociously evil' warlock, and no more cowplants. I've told you before; it'd be way too suspicious," Rodney said sternly.
"Then - if you're not going to let me prove it - shut the hell up about stuff you don't know," Seth replied tetchily.
They sat in silence for a while. Angry Seth wasn't much fun, but happy Seth was generally having fun at his expense, so Rodney took the silence. "So how many people have died so far?"
"Just one. Old man, deliberately electrocuted. Two more people will die by the end," Seth explained shortly.
"Do we know who?"
"Well the murderer's definitely the middle aged woman with the dyed blonde hair; I think the motive for the first one was that she holds him responsible for the death of her son in a car accident where he was a drunk driver. The second one'll be the young woman with the brown hair, probably going to be deliberately put in some kind of accident herself, because she saw too much. And then the third will be the little old lady who's the friend of the wife of the first victim, probably going to be pushed down some stairs, because the murderer will mistake her for the actual wife of the first victim who she'll have discovered was the actual driver in the original crash. The murderer will get caught and have a nervous breakdown and cry about how much she misses her son, but she'll still go to jail."
Rodney looked at him suspiciously. "Have you seen this before?"
"No. S'obvious," he said, grabbing more crisps.
Purely out of curiosity, Rodney stayed for the rest of the programme as Seth's predictions all turned out to be true. "I'd say that's impressive, but then there's not that much to be impressed by when somebody just watches way too much TV," Rodney snorted.
"Oh well, you know, these skills transfer to real life too," Seth explained as he got up, finished his beer and grabbed his jacket to go out. "The next one's going to be the guy with the long brown hair who everybody hates and who's going to get shot in the chest by his partner in crime because he's a corrupt, manipulative bastard who thinks he's so much better than everybody else and should go die in a fire!" The door slammed behind him.
Rodney just rolled his eyes and changed the channel; he knew an empty threat when he heard one. Seth wouldn't actually kill him, and guns were illegal in Simfield so he couldn't shoot him anyway.
Now what else was on...?
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Rodney shook his head as he realised that he'd just been staring at the wall for several minutes. He looked down and glared at the small stack of paper in front of him - he was going to read this local transport report. He was going to force himself to. He was the Mayor and he should at least know what was going on around Simfield, even if he didn't actually bother to do anything about it.
But as he got onto the second page his eyes wandered off the paper and just onto the wooden desk rather than be forced to consume any more tedious information. He sighed and put his face in his hands. He really had to find somebody intelligent but naive who would do his job for him while he took the credit... Maybe he could look into that. But for now he just had to read...
His minor concentration was broken by the sound of what seemed to be a televised scream from downstairs. Honestly. The only reason he'd started studying upstairs was so Seth wouldn't distract him, but even that wasn't working if he could hear what he was doing from his room. The dramatic music was only just on the edge of hearing, so he probably could ignore that and keep reading... Or he could go and have a go at Seth. Having a go at Seth it was!
He walked into the lounge to see Seth sat with a beer and some crisps, and with his feet on the sofa too. Rodney was increasingly sure that Seth's entire purpose in life now was to piss him off in every available way.
"I can hear the TV from upstairs."
"Oh I'm sorry, had you just got to the really interesting bit where it turns out that traffic jams are down 5%?" Seth asked sarcastically while not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Ha. ha."
"So what have you learnt?" he asked half-curiously.
Rodney hesitated and realised he couldn't even remember what had been on the first page. Seth's smirk grew as he made that connection. "So what are you watching?" Rodney asked instead, sitting down and knocking Seth's feet off the sofa.
"Midsimer Murders," Seth answered contentedly, taking another handful of crisps.
"I thought only old people, the unemployed and students watched that stuff." All the people who are at home in the middle of the day. Actually, that probably fit Seth too - at 3 or 4pm he'd probably only just woken up half the time unless Rodney forced him out of the house.
"It's good. And very entertaining; I like guessing who's going to die, how, who the murderer is, and why. I'm actually very good at it, though it tends to be quite obvious."
"Picking up tips, are we?" Rodney asked sardonically.
"Oh please, I've killed enough people to fill four of these episodes," Seth dismissed.
"And how many of the murderers on here turn out to be crazy?"
Seth finally looked away from the screen and narrowed his eyes at him. "I've told you I'm not crazy."
"Uh-huh. I'd love to hold a poll and see how many other people believe in 'simmers' and 'legacies'," Rodney said deprecatingly.
"If you'd let me get my magic back I could show you the website on the computer! I expect you came up on there and all..."
"No. No more being an 'atrociously evil' warlock, and no more cowplants. I've told you before; it'd be way too suspicious," Rodney said sternly.
"Then - if you're not going to let me prove it - shut the hell up about stuff you don't know," Seth replied tetchily.
They sat in silence for a while. Angry Seth wasn't much fun, but happy Seth was generally having fun at his expense, so Rodney took the silence. "So how many people have died so far?"
"Just one. Old man, deliberately electrocuted. Two more people will die by the end," Seth explained shortly.
"Do we know who?"
"Well the murderer's definitely the middle aged woman with the dyed blonde hair; I think the motive for the first one was that she holds him responsible for the death of her son in a car accident where he was a drunk driver. The second one'll be the young woman with the brown hair, probably going to be deliberately put in some kind of accident herself, because she saw too much. And then the third will be the little old lady who's the friend of the wife of the first victim, probably going to be pushed down some stairs, because the murderer will mistake her for the actual wife of the first victim who she'll have discovered was the actual driver in the original crash. The murderer will get caught and have a nervous breakdown and cry about how much she misses her son, but she'll still go to jail."
Rodney looked at him suspiciously. "Have you seen this before?"
"No. S'obvious," he said, grabbing more crisps.
Purely out of curiosity, Rodney stayed for the rest of the programme as Seth's predictions all turned out to be true. "I'd say that's impressive, but then there's not that much to be impressed by when somebody just watches way too much TV," Rodney snorted.
"Oh well, you know, these skills transfer to real life too," Seth explained as he got up, finished his beer and grabbed his jacket to go out. "The next one's going to be the guy with the long brown hair who everybody hates and who's going to get shot in the chest by his partner in crime because he's a corrupt, manipulative bastard who thinks he's so much better than everybody else and should go die in a fire!" The door slammed behind him.
Rodney just rolled his eyes and changed the channel; he knew an empty threat when he heard one. Seth wouldn't actually kill him, and guns were illegal in Simfield so he couldn't shoot him anyway.
Now what else was on...?