Brown Family, Sophomore Semester 2
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ink_sec_simsOkay, a return to the good stuff, so to speak. Let us now look upon the adventures of EMMETT BROWN, TECHNO-WIZARDS!
(Yes, he gained all-caps. Yes, I may be a bit too big a fan of "Narbonic.")
As I indicated last time, Emmett's finally moved out of his dorm. Here's his new digs, a little house around the corner. I happen to like this place because another Doc of mine in a different neighborhood's Academie spent his college years here. (His alien daughter currently owns the place.)
It's a bit small and underfurnished at the moment -- Emmett didn't have much money after actually buying the place. But he's got the essentials -- and a whole room he can do his magic in!
Close-up of the now-framed blueprint. Perhaps I should have sold it for cash, but I think it looks too cool.
Now that he has the space for his spellbook and cauldron, Emmett wastes no time in getting to work. "Let's see now. . . . Benemoodus Simae? Might make up for the fact I left my energizer at the dorm."
Most of these early spells seem to require Mystic Dust, so Emmett starts off by making gobs of it. He's already learned a magical trick or two when it comes to stirring, you may have noticed.
Mr. Humble, I am so glad I declined that hack that makes you not show up. Emmett could really use this free computer.
Mr. Humble: And the Sims 3 game!
Yeah, that not so much.
After unpacking his computer and switching to making Dragon Scales for a while, Emmett is ready to cast his first spell! "Fakus Latinus Gous!"
The first attempt is actually a dud, but the second attempt yields results.
Emmett: Hmmm. . .not quite as good a mood boost as I wanted, but it'll do. I'd better get a fresh energizer for when I'm really in trouble Needs-wise, though.
First, though, he has to harvest his money tree. This is the only thing keeping him solvent at the moment, seriously.
There's also painting to be done. This fulfills three goals -- it gets him closer to his want of maxing out the Arts & Crafts hobby; it provides fun; and it'll provide some moola once we're done.
Speaking of "moos". . . .
Emmett: Why is there a cow reading a paper at my desk? Have I been breathing in too many alchemical fumes?
Probably, but that's just an annoying mascot. Tell her to get lost.
Oh for --
Emmett: EXCUSE ME, MISS, I'M ON THE PHONE.
Emmett valiantly carries on his conversation with Karen Greaves from the Secret Society, and actually makes friends despite the distraction.
Emmett: Oh? Some people should really just get on trains and leave us alone. LIKE CERTAIN ANNOYING CHEERLEADERS.
Cheerleader: *oblivious*
Rosemarie, you've officially become worse than the teacher Emmett befriended before. Why don't you bug Nell Van Dort like this? (Answer: Because Nell Van Dort is not a male with a sexy butt.)
Emmett has a new thing now -- blogging! What's your blog about?
Emmett: It's a record of my latest paintings and magical exploits. I call it "Arts & Spellcrafting."
I should hit you for that, you know.
What it does in my games near-constantly. I swear, every one of my neighborhoods is filled with rain and thunderstorms half the time. WTF, game?
Okay, lightning hit the front of his house and set -- nothing -- on fire? Well, at least the rain extinguished it right away.
Morning brings with it the need for more Mystic Dust. Emmett wants to cast some spells and get his skill higher.
Emmett: I did NOT cast "Summon Male Stripper."
*snrrrk* Everyone, meet the male streaker, Pong Mace. He went away once he did his little dance.
More magic! Emmett gives "Cleanius Corpus" a try.
Emmett: Not bad! Hygiene is up and the paint splatters have come off my pajamas.
Emmett throws on his clothes and writes his term paper. There's something vaguely ludicrous about this image.
Emmett's painting of his spellbook fetches a nice $102 -- enough to buy a cheap bookcase, yay.
The next morning, it's back to the grind of studying the mystical arts. I love how they do a little spell to turn the book pages -- as if turning them by hand takes SO MUCH EFFORT.
There is also more blogging to be done.
Emmett: The ratio of three handfuls of pink powder to one handful of blue powder produces the perfect batch of Mystic Dust. Be careful not to add more blue powder, though, otherwise your cauldron will stink for days.
Emmett: Uh, Rosemarie, I'm very happy that you introduced me to the ways of magic, but this is starting to get a little creepy.
Seriously, she calls him EVERY DAY. I'm just waiting for her to kidnap him and keep him in her basement. (And this is the High GOOD witch, mind you.)
Emmett calls up someone he's much rather talk to -- Genesis Tang. (Yes, I may be a little too amused by her name.) "Guess what -- I'm a warlock now! Yes, with the hat and everything!"
Emmett: Make a job out of it? Actually, I already had an idea about a shop, but it's not about magic. . . .
Another round of Benemoodus Simae -- Emmett's constantly rolling up wants to cast spells. Really, though, can you blame him?
Then it's back to technological pursuits as he plays a round of SSX. "Wheeee!"
Not that he's neglecting his normal studies either. He really needs to learn to cook, so I have him grab an extra point.
The morning before his exams (which he aced). This is his FOURTH time trying "Cleanius Corpus" -- apparently it wouldn't work until he was in the ironic spot next to the shower.
So, Emmett's had his final, and the next time we see him, he'll be a junior! And have some more furniture. Next up, though, is an update from the McFlys. Who probably need a money tree too, now that I think of it. . . .
(Yes, he gained all-caps. Yes, I may be a bit too big a fan of "Narbonic.")
As I indicated last time, Emmett's finally moved out of his dorm. Here's his new digs, a little house around the corner. I happen to like this place because another Doc of mine in a different neighborhood's Academie spent his college years here. (His alien daughter currently owns the place.)
It's a bit small and underfurnished at the moment -- Emmett didn't have much money after actually buying the place. But he's got the essentials -- and a whole room he can do his magic in!
Close-up of the now-framed blueprint. Perhaps I should have sold it for cash, but I think it looks too cool.
Now that he has the space for his spellbook and cauldron, Emmett wastes no time in getting to work. "Let's see now. . . . Benemoodus Simae? Might make up for the fact I left my energizer at the dorm."
Most of these early spells seem to require Mystic Dust, so Emmett starts off by making gobs of it. He's already learned a magical trick or two when it comes to stirring, you may have noticed.
Mr. Humble, I am so glad I declined that hack that makes you not show up. Emmett could really use this free computer.
Mr. Humble: And the Sims 3 game!
Yeah, that not so much.
After unpacking his computer and switching to making Dragon Scales for a while, Emmett is ready to cast his first spell! "Fakus Latinus Gous!"
The first attempt is actually a dud, but the second attempt yields results.
Emmett: Hmmm. . .not quite as good a mood boost as I wanted, but it'll do. I'd better get a fresh energizer for when I'm really in trouble Needs-wise, though.
First, though, he has to harvest his money tree. This is the only thing keeping him solvent at the moment, seriously.
There's also painting to be done. This fulfills three goals -- it gets him closer to his want of maxing out the Arts & Crafts hobby; it provides fun; and it'll provide some moola once we're done.
Speaking of "moos". . . .
Emmett: Why is there a cow reading a paper at my desk? Have I been breathing in too many alchemical fumes?
Probably, but that's just an annoying mascot. Tell her to get lost.
Oh for --
Emmett: EXCUSE ME, MISS, I'M ON THE PHONE.
Emmett valiantly carries on his conversation with Karen Greaves from the Secret Society, and actually makes friends despite the distraction.
Emmett: Oh? Some people should really just get on trains and leave us alone. LIKE CERTAIN ANNOYING CHEERLEADERS.
Cheerleader: *oblivious*
Rosemarie, you've officially become worse than the teacher Emmett befriended before. Why don't you bug Nell Van Dort like this? (Answer: Because Nell Van Dort is not a male with a sexy butt.)
Emmett has a new thing now -- blogging! What's your blog about?
Emmett: It's a record of my latest paintings and magical exploits. I call it "Arts & Spellcrafting."
I should hit you for that, you know.
What it does in my games near-constantly. I swear, every one of my neighborhoods is filled with rain and thunderstorms half the time. WTF, game?
Okay, lightning hit the front of his house and set -- nothing -- on fire? Well, at least the rain extinguished it right away.
Morning brings with it the need for more Mystic Dust. Emmett wants to cast some spells and get his skill higher.
Emmett: I did NOT cast "Summon Male Stripper."
*snrrrk* Everyone, meet the male streaker, Pong Mace. He went away once he did his little dance.
More magic! Emmett gives "Cleanius Corpus" a try.
Emmett: Not bad! Hygiene is up and the paint splatters have come off my pajamas.
Emmett throws on his clothes and writes his term paper. There's something vaguely ludicrous about this image.
Emmett's painting of his spellbook fetches a nice $102 -- enough to buy a cheap bookcase, yay.
The next morning, it's back to the grind of studying the mystical arts. I love how they do a little spell to turn the book pages -- as if turning them by hand takes SO MUCH EFFORT.
There is also more blogging to be done.
Emmett: The ratio of three handfuls of pink powder to one handful of blue powder produces the perfect batch of Mystic Dust. Be careful not to add more blue powder, though, otherwise your cauldron will stink for days.
Emmett: Uh, Rosemarie, I'm very happy that you introduced me to the ways of magic, but this is starting to get a little creepy.
Seriously, she calls him EVERY DAY. I'm just waiting for her to kidnap him and keep him in her basement. (And this is the High GOOD witch, mind you.)
Emmett calls up someone he's much rather talk to -- Genesis Tang. (Yes, I may be a little too amused by her name.) "Guess what -- I'm a warlock now! Yes, with the hat and everything!"
Emmett: Make a job out of it? Actually, I already had an idea about a shop, but it's not about magic. . . .
Another round of Benemoodus Simae -- Emmett's constantly rolling up wants to cast spells. Really, though, can you blame him?
Then it's back to technological pursuits as he plays a round of SSX. "Wheeee!"
Not that he's neglecting his normal studies either. He really needs to learn to cook, so I have him grab an extra point.
The morning before his exams (which he aced). This is his FOURTH time trying "Cleanius Corpus" -- apparently it wouldn't work until he was in the ironic spot next to the shower.
So, Emmett's had his final, and the next time we see him, he'll be a junior! And have some more furniture. Next up, though, is an update from the McFlys. Who probably need a money tree too, now that I think of it. . . .
