New Bedlam Asylum: Day Three
Welcome back to New Bedlam Asylum! Here are the highlights of Day Three:
Sunday: Is it just me, or have I dislocated my hip? Damn these smustle injuries!
Arden feigns much interest in Sunday's deer painting so as not to arouse suspicions that he likes watching her sleep...
Arden: "How dare you belch before me? Were I you, Sir, I would watch my step..."
Norabelle fixes the toilet with very little fuss. "Harry" actually helps out with the bathroom situation!
.... because we all know what the public wants, yes?
Scotty had nightmares about Tottie. I don't think it was a very restful sleep.
Arden: "The use of color in this painting is truly magnificient!"
He seriously spent half the day pretending to admire that one painting while Sunday slept. He never once went to look at any of the other pieces of "art" in the asylum. Not subtle. Not at all.
Logan barks up the wrong tree, even in his dreams. I can't really blame him. All the eligible asylum girls are more or less spoken for, apart from Norabelle. And Norabelle is every bit as gay as Moonbeam.
Arden shows his first sign of progress and remembers his love for Sunday. Scotty seems to disapprove.
Oh, I see what you did there! Very sneaky. Jingles and all. We have a baby on the way, if the pregnancy itself doesn't kill Molly.
Scotty: "Please don't touch me. You smell like sex. It's all kinds of nasty."
Arden: That's no way to speak to a lady, even a lady of the evening such as she!
Arden: My lady. Oh, how I love her so. I do wish she had the commonsense to stay indoors. A chap could quite starve to death whilst chaperoning her virtue against the dangers of the night!
Yes, those are overdue bills. I was very non-cheaty and reduced the family funds after Norabelle's first paycheck, to exactly as much as her paycheck. All money must be earned by her! She paid them after work though.
"Harry" kisses and tells....
... right down to the nastiest little details!
Today's volunteer, Stuart, leads Sunday in to temptation. A very bad man!
Scotty: "Did you hear? Molly deflowered Harry!"
Molly: *gasp* "Are we just going to tell everyone? Seriously!?"
Yup, Sunday is well and truly back on the bong. None of the inmates had even touched it until now. Damn you, Stuart!
Arden! Nooooo! Damn that tea set! I swear all the inmates would rather drink tea when they're starving, though it seems to give them minus hunger, if anything. It's as much a death trap as the darn exercise bike! After this, I snuck it in to Norabelle's inventory, confiscating it from the inmates in an attempt to prevent further death. First Tottie, now Arden. My two favourites, by the way! Also, Norabelle was at work when this happened, so she couldn't even plead!
Scotty tried to distract Sunday from the scene she was walking in to, but it was no use...
Logan: "I'm never drinking tea again!"
Damn skippy, you're not!
As soon as the tea was gone, everybody made a beeline for the fridge to cook something. Obviously, tea really was the problem! And poor Sunday! Just when she found Arden again, she lost him... I wanted to cry!
Also, poor Arden. There wasn't a surface in the room for his urn, and the inmates can't really afford luxuries like surfaces right now.
Norabelle: Don't look at me like that. I was at work. I can't be everywhere!
Well, Logan, seems like you and Scotty are the eye candy now...
Norabelle snuck in to the disused downstairs bathroom for a smustle so as not to be seen enjoying herself by poor Sunday.
.... unfortunately, she attracted a crowd....
Sunday: "What the - hey! Why are you guys in here smustling?" *wibble*
And that's all for Day Three. I really hope they get a genie lamp soon! I want Tottie and Arden back so much!