LJ Sims: Day 6
Uuuh, so before I dive into this I'll just let you all know that I'm safely in my funky new DPhil course, and all is more or less good with the world. At least the section of it I directly interact with. I'll do a proper update at some point, but in the meantime I'll give you a nice little slideshow of computerised effigies.
As good a start to the day as any in the House of 'Kip, and things are all going to Rach's devious plans;
I'm still suspicious of that girl. Even when I think she's doing something vaguely normal... PLESANT, even, something slightly out of the ordinary happens. I was willing to put the whole “pancakes are people” scenario down to luck of the randomly generated Sim conversations, but whenever Rach is serving dinner, they've got her pegged. This time it was more than just Robin's hunch.
Kath: “JMQ... this cereal tastes an awful lot like people”
*JMQ approves of this conversation topic... as does an overhearing Rach, who is currently wolfing down Human-O's like we're facing extinction*
Kath: “Lucy... do you think this is made of people?”
*Lucy thinks Kath is being a bitch*
David: “...I think I saw some lips in mine...”
Possibly noticing the intensely creepy look on Rach's face, and possibly just wanting to spite Kath (for some reason, she seems to react badly to people in the mornings...), Lucy suddenly has a change in tact.
Lucy: “David... I've had a totally original thought. This cereal is probably made of human remains”
*Kath approves... though I'm not sure that she should*
At this point, David gives breakfast a very definite shunning, vaguely wondering why he hasn't seen Hazel in a while...
The large amounts of coffee David has been drinking seems to have endowed him with the attention span of a glucose-charged, MTV-generation gnat, as his worry for Hazel soon vanishes and he blasts energetic salsa music into the room of a slumbering Richard. Almost immediately, his eyes strain open to find the source of the aural assault.
As if to prove my point about the short attention span, by this time David is already halfway down the corridor... and before Richard has had time to stand up, the space has been filled by a vacant-looking Hazel... just... standing there. I think there's something wrong with the Sims today.
Something tells me that they've decided to team together to annoy Richard in as many ways as possible today, as a later conversation around the kitchen table reveals that JMQ isn't feeling so amicable towards him today... it seems the truce the day before was just a fad, and the gloves are off again. Hazel probably received a bit of unexplained grief over the whole radio mishap, and responds to this call of mutiny. She thinks he's a total drama queen.
JMQ scours the house in search of more allies... and then thinks better of it.
On the up side, David's attention deficit seemed to be entirely cured... but at what cost? I almost feel this is verging on Stockholm Syndrome.
And so the morning rolled on, with David was continuing his musical war on Richard, who was finally putting up a fight as they had a small remote-control fight over the now dominating sound of salsa pumping its way through the house. Meanwhile, JMQ was indulging in... other hobbies.
Late morning and Robin was finally awake, ready to enjoy a nice steaming bowl of... oh, nice one. Becoming victim to the most efficient squadron of E-coli that's ever engaged in combat with a student flat, the game handily informed me that Robin was now a victim of food poisoning, before his buttocks had even hit the seat in front of the offending bowl of rancid cow-juice.
That's right, Robin, you're eating industrial waste. Laugh it up, I'm not interfering with this particular experiment and I as of yet don't know what the death rate of Sim-plague is.
Elsewhere, Operation Beard-Mock had recruited some more troops and was launching another offensive, this time with Lucy leading the charge;
From what I can tell, Lucy just walked into the room and started laughing at Richard for his poor housekeeping skills, witnessed by a dead-eyed, judging David.
All that was left was for the killing blow.
Oh, she's good.
Just one point I'd like to mention here. I think the whole human-cereal thing earlier was a red herring. Several hours later, I found Kath in exactly the same position as she was over breakfast.
That bitch! Rach had clearly used her cooking's reputation as a distraction while she slipped Kath a tranquilliser. It wouldn't surprise me if she had a dart blowpipe concealed somewhere. Sure, she'd love to move away from the national health concern slowly developing under her nose, but she's stuck there until the effects wear off! Worryingly, I think Lucy was interested in finding out more about Rach's techniques...
Meanwhile, JMQ's inner most desires are given life on canvas.
Having spent the morning mostly oblivious to the poisonous eco-system slowly developing in his gut, Robin started retching in the kitchen. This could have been because the game had suggested a nice day in bed for Robin, but my policy of non-interference lead him to follow his own desires. And, at least for today, his desires largely seemed to revolve around tacos. It was either that or the noxious fumes from the paralytic's Human-O's were going to his head. Nearby, David was being confined to the toilet by the house's less inanimate females, and was starting to have a bit of a tantrum about the whole situation.
Part of the reason for his frustration could have been the fact there was a large slug of pig-iron resembling a car waiting outside to take him away to his day-job as a lab rat. And being held back from THAT is surely enough to enrage even the most placid of souls.
So Robin had had a bit of a weak stomach. But this surely was no reason for him to mope around all day, oh no. Never mind that the very universe that created him was telling him to sleep. Robin thought he'd beat the system and try his own remedy; dance.
EA Games - 1, Robin - 0. But Hazel seemed to enjoy it. But this wasn't over. He clenched his oesophagus and braved the next attack, persisting with his original mission. It seems he thought the basis of his theory was essentially correct, but the execution was lacking... personally, I think that trying to keep himself from vomiting lead to some of the gastric juices flowing into his brain. I'm sure you can agree that this particular plan was only going to end in trouble.
Well, it all seemed to go well. Robin's stomach didn't act up in spite of the amazingly energetic moves he was throwing down. But of course, where there is Rach, there is trouble. Though in a rare case, it seems even she wasn't in on this one.
What the hell? Who's this guy? He's just standing there... watching...I'm suddenly reminded of the strange man who suddenly appeared behind Rach during their first day in the house... and I'm starting to think that maybe she's working for some kind of higher power... like she's the inside-woman for some kind of ancient neighbourhood secret society... and maybe they don't trust her. Either way, this is weird and it might explain a few things. Rach, however, is outraged. Robin just doesn't know what the fuck to make of all this.
But his stomach does.
And so it comes to the late afternoon, and David returns from work. They sure must be working him hard down at the lab, because they seemed to just shove his unconscious body out of the car and onto the pavement, driving away without any concern.
I'm wondering what they're doing to him in the day... maybe this is also a part of the neighbourbood conspiracy, and David will eventually be turned into another one of their agents. I'm also wondering how many of his original internal organs he still possesses...
... but for now he seems to be his regular self.
It looks like that last trip down the u-bend really sorted the boy out. Cue celebration.
Also cue the apparent teleportation of a nearby resident into the living room next to Richard. Apparently Lucy had invited him over, but I'm pretty sure I didn't see him use the front door. To be fair, he looks rather surprised by it himself.
I'm not entirely sure why Lucy invited this guy over... she seems to mostly enjoy;
a) beating him on the console games
b) getting really REALLY angry when he wins
Either way, she doesn't really seem to like this guy all that much at all.
Apparently this small gathering was enough to incur the wrath of the local authorities, with a police car complete with a Thespian of an officer rolling out in front of the house, marching in to politely inform JMQ and Richard that their dancing was keeping the locals awake and Rach that her reading was far too loud for this time of night.
Seems like the officer missed a trick here, though. Elsewhere and a little while later, with the officer gone, the party was certainly seeming to look up for our guest.
Giggity.
As good a start to the day as any in the House of 'Kip, and things are all going to Rach's devious plans;
I'm still suspicious of that girl. Even when I think she's doing something vaguely normal... PLESANT, even, something slightly out of the ordinary happens. I was willing to put the whole “pancakes are people” scenario down to luck of the randomly generated Sim conversations, but whenever Rach is serving dinner, they've got her pegged. This time it was more than just Robin's hunch.
Kath: “JMQ... this cereal tastes an awful lot like people”
*JMQ approves of this conversation topic... as does an overhearing Rach, who is currently wolfing down Human-O's like we're facing extinction*
Kath: “Lucy... do you think this is made of people?”
*Lucy thinks Kath is being a bitch*
David: “...I think I saw some lips in mine...”
Possibly noticing the intensely creepy look on Rach's face, and possibly just wanting to spite Kath (for some reason, she seems to react badly to people in the mornings...), Lucy suddenly has a change in tact.
Lucy: “David... I've had a totally original thought. This cereal is probably made of human remains”
*Kath approves... though I'm not sure that she should*
At this point, David gives breakfast a very definite shunning, vaguely wondering why he hasn't seen Hazel in a while...
The large amounts of coffee David has been drinking seems to have endowed him with the attention span of a glucose-charged, MTV-generation gnat, as his worry for Hazel soon vanishes and he blasts energetic salsa music into the room of a slumbering Richard. Almost immediately, his eyes strain open to find the source of the aural assault.
As if to prove my point about the short attention span, by this time David is already halfway down the corridor... and before Richard has had time to stand up, the space has been filled by a vacant-looking Hazel... just... standing there. I think there's something wrong with the Sims today.
Something tells me that they've decided to team together to annoy Richard in as many ways as possible today, as a later conversation around the kitchen table reveals that JMQ isn't feeling so amicable towards him today... it seems the truce the day before was just a fad, and the gloves are off again. Hazel probably received a bit of unexplained grief over the whole radio mishap, and responds to this call of mutiny. She thinks he's a total drama queen.
JMQ scours the house in search of more allies... and then thinks better of it.
On the up side, David's attention deficit seemed to be entirely cured... but at what cost? I almost feel this is verging on Stockholm Syndrome.
And so the morning rolled on, with David was continuing his musical war on Richard, who was finally putting up a fight as they had a small remote-control fight over the now dominating sound of salsa pumping its way through the house. Meanwhile, JMQ was indulging in... other hobbies.
Late morning and Robin was finally awake, ready to enjoy a nice steaming bowl of... oh, nice one. Becoming victim to the most efficient squadron of E-coli that's ever engaged in combat with a student flat, the game handily informed me that Robin was now a victim of food poisoning, before his buttocks had even hit the seat in front of the offending bowl of rancid cow-juice.
That's right, Robin, you're eating industrial waste. Laugh it up, I'm not interfering with this particular experiment and I as of yet don't know what the death rate of Sim-plague is.
Elsewhere, Operation Beard-Mock had recruited some more troops and was launching another offensive, this time with Lucy leading the charge;
From what I can tell, Lucy just walked into the room and started laughing at Richard for his poor housekeeping skills, witnessed by a dead-eyed, judging David.
All that was left was for the killing blow.
Oh, she's good.
Just one point I'd like to mention here. I think the whole human-cereal thing earlier was a red herring. Several hours later, I found Kath in exactly the same position as she was over breakfast.
That bitch! Rach had clearly used her cooking's reputation as a distraction while she slipped Kath a tranquilliser. It wouldn't surprise me if she had a dart blowpipe concealed somewhere. Sure, she'd love to move away from the national health concern slowly developing under her nose, but she's stuck there until the effects wear off! Worryingly, I think Lucy was interested in finding out more about Rach's techniques...
Meanwhile, JMQ's inner most desires are given life on canvas.
Having spent the morning mostly oblivious to the poisonous eco-system slowly developing in his gut, Robin started retching in the kitchen. This could have been because the game had suggested a nice day in bed for Robin, but my policy of non-interference lead him to follow his own desires. And, at least for today, his desires largely seemed to revolve around tacos. It was either that or the noxious fumes from the paralytic's Human-O's were going to his head. Nearby, David was being confined to the toilet by the house's less inanimate females, and was starting to have a bit of a tantrum about the whole situation.
Part of the reason for his frustration could have been the fact there was a large slug of pig-iron resembling a car waiting outside to take him away to his day-job as a lab rat. And being held back from THAT is surely enough to enrage even the most placid of souls.
So Robin had had a bit of a weak stomach. But this surely was no reason for him to mope around all day, oh no. Never mind that the very universe that created him was telling him to sleep. Robin thought he'd beat the system and try his own remedy; dance.
EA Games - 1, Robin - 0. But Hazel seemed to enjoy it. But this wasn't over. He clenched his oesophagus and braved the next attack, persisting with his original mission. It seems he thought the basis of his theory was essentially correct, but the execution was lacking... personally, I think that trying to keep himself from vomiting lead to some of the gastric juices flowing into his brain. I'm sure you can agree that this particular plan was only going to end in trouble.
Well, it all seemed to go well. Robin's stomach didn't act up in spite of the amazingly energetic moves he was throwing down. But of course, where there is Rach, there is trouble. Though in a rare case, it seems even she wasn't in on this one.
What the hell? Who's this guy? He's just standing there... watching...I'm suddenly reminded of the strange man who suddenly appeared behind Rach during their first day in the house... and I'm starting to think that maybe she's working for some kind of higher power... like she's the inside-woman for some kind of ancient neighbourhood secret society... and maybe they don't trust her. Either way, this is weird and it might explain a few things. Rach, however, is outraged. Robin just doesn't know what the fuck to make of all this.
But his stomach does.
And so it comes to the late afternoon, and David returns from work. They sure must be working him hard down at the lab, because they seemed to just shove his unconscious body out of the car and onto the pavement, driving away without any concern.
I'm wondering what they're doing to him in the day... maybe this is also a part of the neighbourbood conspiracy, and David will eventually be turned into another one of their agents. I'm also wondering how many of his original internal organs he still possesses...
... but for now he seems to be his regular self.
It looks like that last trip down the u-bend really sorted the boy out. Cue celebration.
Also cue the apparent teleportation of a nearby resident into the living room next to Richard. Apparently Lucy had invited him over, but I'm pretty sure I didn't see him use the front door. To be fair, he looks rather surprised by it himself.
I'm not entirely sure why Lucy invited this guy over... she seems to mostly enjoy;
a) beating him on the console games
b) getting really REALLY angry when he wins
Either way, she doesn't really seem to like this guy all that much at all.
Apparently this small gathering was enough to incur the wrath of the local authorities, with a police car complete with a Thespian of an officer rolling out in front of the house, marching in to politely inform JMQ and Richard that their dancing was keeping the locals awake and Rach that her reading was far too loud for this time of night.
Seems like the officer missed a trick here, though. Elsewhere and a little while later, with the officer gone, the party was certainly seeming to look up for our guest.
Giggity.