The Friends Household
Over to Max Flexor and Mitch Indie! They share a lot, but separate houses, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay. Maybe.
Max: I will not give anybody a pearl necklace.
Mitch: Nothing.
Mitch: Soooo... are you gonna just stand there?
Townie: Yes.
Max: Please, don’t go. She’s right behind me.
Cheerleader: Fada soola gor!
Mitch: Ripp Grunt.
Max: :(
I was originally gonna lock their bedroom doors to give them some personal space, but then Humble dropped off the computer and I didn’t think it was fair to let just one of them have access to it, but that’s a decision Max is about to regret.
Right, watching the boys dick around in their tiny houses is getting boring and Mitch needs a creativity point, so I sent him to the music hall in the hope he’d roll a skill want.
Mitch: Nope. But I do wanna jump on the sofas.
Done. Now, about the skilling?
Mitch: Lol nope.
Mitch: I do wanna play the drums though!
...OK, carry on!
Mitch: And then I wanna prank somebody.
Marissa: Ventrillofart? Seriously?
Mitch: It was just a joke!
Marissa: DO I LOOK LIKE A JOKE TO YOU?
Ah, domestic bliss.
Mitch and Max: No homo.
Mitch and Max: *footsie under the table*
NO.
Max is gonna have so many cleaning points by the time he graduates. He’s not interested in skilling or doing any college work, so I assume he intends to mop his way to graduation.
Hows your stolen library book?
Max: It’s about orphans and I wanna adopt them and save them from Count Olaf.
Spent ages trying to find out Mitch’s OTH and then realised they had zero paintings for me to see if it was art. And it’s art! Not that he cares, he’s not interested in buying an easel or any more paintings, so he’s going to be staring at this picture FOREVER.
Mitch: It’s a dog! So I’m fine with that.
Max: Crop duster, coming through!
Mitch: Haha, farts are funny!
You just gonna sit there?
Mitch: Yup.
You could read the book?
Mitch: Nah, Max already spoiled the ending for me.
A single painting, even one of a dog, does not build a whole lot of art enthusiasm, so I sent Max out to the coffee shop to look at art.
Mitch: HAW HAW HAW THERE’S A WHOLE BUNCH OF DUDES WITH THEIR DICKS OUT!
Ah, a Greek vase then.
HOW?
Mitch: I dunno, I went to class?
College.
I’m ashamed to admit that I played two whole households through two semesters and sent everybody to the student center on multiple occasions and only now realised this espresso stand didn’t have a barista.
Mitch: Guess it’s gonna be booze then.
And now, the real reason I dragged him out to the student center - karaoke!
Mitch: This is doing nothing for me.
Mitch: And here’s the link to my Twitter. Follow me!
Angela: Haha! No.
Mitch: I burned my dinner. :(
Both the boys need creativity points and refuse to roll any wants for it, so it’s back out to King’s Music Hall to try and trick them into autonomously skilling.
And they both performed admirably!
Townie: BOO YOU SUCK, GET OFF THE STAGE!
Do not get off the stage!
Oh, Mitch is doing a Drama course and so I decided to invite over his professor because I’ve heard they’re in love with everybody, but when she chatted to Max, she just fell out of BFF with him and nothing else, so that was anticlimatic.
Oh well, it’s finals time!
Max: Omg omg gross gross gross.
Speaking of gross.
Mitch: Look over there!
Monica: What-
*water balloon to the back of the head*
Monica: HOW VERY DARE YOU.
Poor Mitch, nobody ever appreciates his pranks. Possibly because all his pranks suck.
Anyway, he needs a body point, so I decided if he liked water that much, he could go swimming.
Back home, Max chats to Meadow Annie. (One day I will give the Pleasantview townies their real names back).
Not!Meadow: ALIENS.
Streaker: You like space stuff? Check out this moon!
Annie: OH GOD MY PURE VIRGIN EYES!
Streaker: Oh shit oh shit I just flashed a teenager.
Mitch invited over Delilah.
Mitch: Kiss kiss darling.
And then I guess nothing interesting happened because the next shot was the coach. Usually he annoys me, but today I’m glad to see him because Mitch never finished getting that body point.
Mitch: Do I have to keep doing this now he’s gone?
Do you still need a body point? Yes? Then keep stretching.
Alas, he didn’t manage to get it before finals.
Mitch rolled a want for a game, so of course I immediately jumped at the chance to get the one that skills.
Hobby Leader: Don’t look at me.
Max: Hi! Why don’t you come in!
Random: I’d love to!
Max: And while you’re here, inside a house, pretending to be a playable, you could see what it’s like to clean toilets.
Random: I am having second thoughts.
The nice thing about Mitch is that even though he never rolls any skilling or academic wants, his Pleasure secondary means he’s always happy to sing or play drums when I need him to.
Mitch: HA HA HA WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAPPY SIGNS!
He’s not so much into chess though.
Mitch: Just gonna sit here and daydream.
That’s fine, you have a chessboard at home.
Mitch: Ooh! I got fat!
Mitch: Well, it’s not like I can get any fatter.
Hobby Leader: Seriously, don’t look at me.
Max: Believe me, I’m not.
Max: Chess?
Mitch: Eh, I guess so.
You have a shower! You have two showers!
YOU HAVE A SHOWER RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!!
I got the barista to spawn! Turns out the problem was the counters I used to hide the ugly. I think I need to put them on walk-through blocks.
I sent both boys to the gym, hit pause and then suffered several minutes of panic when it wouldn’t unpause. I was this close to quitting without saving, when I hit Build Mode during all my button mashing, and the stupid broken Wants controller message that plagues me popped up. I guess I must have hit pause just when the broken Sim walked onto the lot and confused the whole game.
Anyway, this comment was more a message to remind me what fixed it in case it happens again and other than that, nothing happened.
Cheerleader: Can your head do this!?
Max: Um, no, and I’m pretty sure yours shouldn’t either.
Cheerleader: Woo, TV!
And both boys scrape through another semester.
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