Brown Family, Senior Semester 2
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ink_sec_simsTime for another cycle! (Yes, shock, horror, it hasn't been ages since the last one yet.) The second semester of Emmett's senior year wasn't exactly. . .
First day was admittedly pretty boring -- since it was fall, I decided to get all the academic stuff out of the way first.
Well, it was mostly boring.
Emmett: Yes, I know that I said--
Pong: I'M STANDING HERE NAKED
Emmett: I'M TRYING TO TALK TO MY PROFESSOR
Pong: NAKED DANCING
Emmett: LEAVE ME IN PEACE TO DO MY GODDAMN TERM PAPER
Despite such distractions, he did manage to max out his grade bar with one day of Fall-assisted studying, meaning there was more time for pottery. . .
. . .reagents. . .
. . .and robots.
I didn't know you were into classic cars.
Emmett: It falls under browsing for Tinkering, for some reason. Though these DeLoreans look very nice.
Swirl faster, leaves! I want him to get that Silver Robotics badge already!
Since he hadn't been in a while, I decided to go ahead and send Emmett to visit the Volauvent Secret Society.
Emmett: Oh, I so missed this place with its stinky dishes and prejudiced members!
Your sarcasm is not becoming.
Emmett: You sent me here to make plates? I could do that at home, and have the money for myself.
That's why I'm putting all you produce into your inventory. But if you really want to do something else. . . .
Emmett: . . .Admittedly not something I do at home much anymore, but REALLY?
*evil giggle*
Emmett: What is this?
Food. I know you don't really partake anymore now that you've got magic. . .
Emmett: You're hilarious.
Emmett: Oh no. Don't even PRETEND to be interested now in my occult leanings! I don't care if you're stuck in a pillar!
Is that an expression of shock at his use of magic, or jealousy because he can teleport and you can't? (Admittedly, I managed to free her a moment later by moving the couch.)
Emmett: More things I could do at home! And I'm not even getting the Fall skill bonus.
Just make a robot.
Not sure what painting you're looking at, Joanne. . .
Emmett: One Cleanbot! Should I put it to work on that stinky hotdog?
No, that's what Hyun is for.
Emmett: Don't let me interrupt your conversation over those fly-infested plates!
Fortunately, Hyun there took very well to being told to clean. Which is good, because Environment was in the dumps.
Emmett: Er, not that I don't appreciate the extra grade points I get from talking with you, Professor, but -- how did you know I was here?
Oh God, you haven't picked up ANOTHER elderly stalker, have you Emmett?
Emmett: I'm a one-eyed purple people eater who lives on Mars and eats nothing but Branston Pickle.
. . .
Emmett: What, I'm earning Creativity.
Emmett: WORST WAY TO EARN CREATIVITY EVER!
I agree. Let's send you back home.
Doing some much-less-painful painting leads to Emmett's first maxed-out skill! Yes, my pretty, you are doing well. . . .
Oh, and he has something new for his wall -- a snapshot of the cow plant. I was going to sell it, but I liked it enough to keep.
Relying on mechanical mood-boosting now?
Emmett: So long as I own the thing. . .
Time to bump up some other skills -- Emmett eloquently explains why he hates boats and earns himself a Charisma point.
Emmett: FOR NEWTON'S SAKE, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN OLDER WOMEN!
*facepalm* I seriously don't get why he's such cougar bait. . . .
Little late-night magic and science studying. He's a good little knowledge Sim, but now it's time for a nap before finals.
FUCK! I don't have a burglar alarm?! Why did I never buy one for this lot?!
BITCHTITS!
Emmett: *yawn* What's going on?
There's a burglar, Emmett! Call the police!
Emmett: Burglar?!
WHY THE HELL DID YOU RUN OUTSIDE SHE'S SNATCHING YOUR POTTERY WHEEL
Emmett: I can't help it! It's like how we're practically attracted to fires!
Emmett: She's right next to me, officer! And -- she appears to be stealing my CHAIRS?
EVIL WOMAN
The police arrives! A violent battle ensues! IF THE OFFICER LOSES I WILL PERSONALLY MURDER HIM
Fortunately, he wins, and Emmett is comped about $2,300 for his stolen property. (You've got her right there, why not raid her inventory and get it back. . . .)
Emmett: My chairs. She took my CHAIRS.
I know, honey, I know.
Emmett: My pottery wheel! MAY THE CURSE OF A THOUSAND BLADDER FAILURES FALL UPON HER!
I like the way you think.
After some more sleep and another spin on the Energizer, Emmett plays some chess to cheer himself up. And to enjoy the chairs he has left.
And here he is, having graduated Summa Cum Laude! You don't look very happy, though.
Emmett: I lost so much good stuff, and you expect me to be happy?
No worries, Emmett. I have a plan. . . .
But my plan will have to wait until the next update of his. For now, we have to go visit the McFlys again. See you then!
First day was admittedly pretty boring -- since it was fall, I decided to get all the academic stuff out of the way first.
Well, it was mostly boring.
Emmett: Yes, I know that I said--
Pong: I'M STANDING HERE NAKED
Emmett: I'M TRYING TO TALK TO MY PROFESSOR
Pong: NAKED DANCING
Emmett: LEAVE ME IN PEACE TO DO MY GODDAMN TERM PAPER
Despite such distractions, he did manage to max out his grade bar with one day of Fall-assisted studying, meaning there was more time for pottery. . .
. . .reagents. . .
. . .and robots.
I didn't know you were into classic cars.
Emmett: It falls under browsing for Tinkering, for some reason. Though these DeLoreans look very nice.
Swirl faster, leaves! I want him to get that Silver Robotics badge already!
Since he hadn't been in a while, I decided to go ahead and send Emmett to visit the Volauvent Secret Society.
Emmett: Oh, I so missed this place with its stinky dishes and prejudiced members!
Your sarcasm is not becoming.
Emmett: You sent me here to make plates? I could do that at home, and have the money for myself.
That's why I'm putting all you produce into your inventory. But if you really want to do something else. . . .
Emmett: . . .Admittedly not something I do at home much anymore, but REALLY?
*evil giggle*
Emmett: What is this?
Food. I know you don't really partake anymore now that you've got magic. . .
Emmett: You're hilarious.
Emmett: Oh no. Don't even PRETEND to be interested now in my occult leanings! I don't care if you're stuck in a pillar!
Is that an expression of shock at his use of magic, or jealousy because he can teleport and you can't? (Admittedly, I managed to free her a moment later by moving the couch.)
Emmett: More things I could do at home! And I'm not even getting the Fall skill bonus.
Just make a robot.
Not sure what painting you're looking at, Joanne. . .
Emmett: One Cleanbot! Should I put it to work on that stinky hotdog?
No, that's what Hyun is for.
Emmett: Don't let me interrupt your conversation over those fly-infested plates!
Fortunately, Hyun there took very well to being told to clean. Which is good, because Environment was in the dumps.
Emmett: Er, not that I don't appreciate the extra grade points I get from talking with you, Professor, but -- how did you know I was here?
Oh God, you haven't picked up ANOTHER elderly stalker, have you Emmett?
Emmett: I'm a one-eyed purple people eater who lives on Mars and eats nothing but Branston Pickle.
. . .
Emmett: What, I'm earning Creativity.
Emmett: WORST WAY TO EARN CREATIVITY EVER!
I agree. Let's send you back home.
Doing some much-less-painful painting leads to Emmett's first maxed-out skill! Yes, my pretty, you are doing well. . . .
Oh, and he has something new for his wall -- a snapshot of the cow plant. I was going to sell it, but I liked it enough to keep.
Relying on mechanical mood-boosting now?
Emmett: So long as I own the thing. . .
Time to bump up some other skills -- Emmett eloquently explains why he hates boats and earns himself a Charisma point.
Emmett: FOR NEWTON'S SAKE, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN OLDER WOMEN!
*facepalm* I seriously don't get why he's such cougar bait. . . .
Little late-night magic and science studying. He's a good little knowledge Sim, but now it's time for a nap before finals.
FUCK! I don't have a burglar alarm?! Why did I never buy one for this lot?!
BITCHTITS!
Emmett: *yawn* What's going on?
There's a burglar, Emmett! Call the police!
Emmett: Burglar?!
WHY THE HELL DID YOU RUN OUTSIDE SHE'S SNATCHING YOUR POTTERY WHEEL
Emmett: I can't help it! It's like how we're practically attracted to fires!
Emmett: She's right next to me, officer! And -- she appears to be stealing my CHAIRS?
EVIL WOMAN
The police arrives! A violent battle ensues! IF THE OFFICER LOSES I WILL PERSONALLY MURDER HIM
Fortunately, he wins, and Emmett is comped about $2,300 for his stolen property. (You've got her right there, why not raid her inventory and get it back. . . .)
Emmett: My chairs. She took my CHAIRS.
I know, honey, I know.
Emmett: My pottery wheel! MAY THE CURSE OF A THOUSAND BLADDER FAILURES FALL UPON HER!
I like the way you think.
After some more sleep and another spin on the Energizer, Emmett plays some chess to cheer himself up. And to enjoy the chairs he has left.
And here he is, having graduated Summa Cum Laude! You don't look very happy, though.
Emmett: I lost so much good stuff, and you expect me to be happy?
No worries, Emmett. I have a plan. . . .
But my plan will have to wait until the next update of his. For now, we have to go visit the McFlys again. See you then!
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Date: 2012-09-10 06:09 am (UTC)"Pong: I'M STANDING HERE NAKED"
Ahahahaha!
I can't help but see zombies when I see Secret Societies.
"Emmett: You sent me here to make plates? / Emmett: You're hilarious."
Your dialogue is getting a certain crackle to it. Orneriness for the win!
"Emmett: I don't care if you're stuck in a pillar!"
On reflection it looks like I should just have typed "Ahahahaha!" once and let it stand for the whole update.
...is the Volauvent robot station really clipped through that painting on the corner? Go Team Maxis!
The camera snapshots are awesome, not least because they don't bug out the way the paintings always do.
Ever noticed the mirror Charisma-building process consists entirely of spewing negatives? They walk up to the thing and basically go "HATE DAISIES HATE BIRDS HATE BUGS HATE HATS"
I'm totally using "BITCHTITS"
"Emmett: She's right next to me, officer! And -- she appears to be stealing my CHAIRS?"
"EVIL WOMAN"
Emmett: My chairs. She took my CHAIRS."
"After some more sleep and another spin on the Energizer, Emmett plays some chess to cheer himself up. And to enjoy the chairs he has left."
It's not that you're not usually funny, but Christ, I kept choking on my noodles the whole time!
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Date: 2012-09-11 08:54 pm (UTC)I'm sure you can't. And I do believe I'm being influenced by you on the "orneriness" front.
*giggle* I don't even know how the hell she got into the pillar. Townies. . .
Yes, Maxis is just so good about clipping, aren't they?
This is very true! I believe he's still got that picture in his new house.
Almost, but not always! I've seen some pictures without Xs through them! (Of course, the funniest ones are when they're talking shit about medicine, and the X symbol covers up the thermometer, so it looks like they're bitching about nothing.)
Feel free!
*snork* It just seemed like such a random thing for her to grab! Sorry about the choking, though.