LJ Sims: Day 5
Two Sims entries in under a week? That's right. My enthusiasm for chronicling the everyday lives of digital avatars of friends knows no bounds. It's like “Big Brother” if it was narrated by that guy who does the voice over for “Come Dine With Me.”
Having had a very productive day, by this point Richard had exhausted most of his most prized methods of entertaining the household, with his most recent attempt vacating the main living area of the house of all life. With nothing left for him to do to win back the crowds, he returned back to what really matters in life. Dancing in an empty room in front of a window with an incredibly pained expression on your face. Either he's trying to hold in some immense inner sadness while consoling himself through the medium of expressive movements or he undercooked those hot dogs and that's not dancing at all.
Meanwhile, one of the few people who can sit at a musical instrument without rupturing earlobes, Hazel, was creating some quite pleasant noises the piano in the hallway. A few Mudkips gathered to listen, and David took this impromptu assembly as a chance to impress Robin with his impressive knowledge of cosmetic surgery and the worrying girth such procedures had endowed him with. Kath seemed to give an all-too-knowing glance of scepticism.
The tactic seemed to work, however, landing Robin within David's 'friends zone.' Between this and the piano playing, David could have been cheering at anything. The arrangement was sealed with a lingering hug while Kath controlled a toy car in circles around them.
Later on, Robin seemed to want to make friends with other flatmates, and in particular seemed to want to smooth over the rather rocky relationship he'd so far had with Lucy. Eternally suave, Robin opened with the classic line “is my ass on fire?” Sensing the danger in Robin having a friend other than him, David stepped in, shooting a stern look of disapproval.
Lucy nonchalantly shunned this cock-block, drawing Robin in with the same hand gesture used by David moments earlier. And by the looks of it, Robin sure is a sucker for exaggeration, with the ploy reeling him in effortlessly, as he responded with a not-too-convincing impression of a chimp's ghost. Rejected, David walked off into a nearby (occupied) bedroom, wiping away a solitary tear.
Around this point, the pair developed simultaneous hunger pains, huddling together for comfort (either that or they were trying to take a bite out of each others necks for some hurried sustenance)
Either way, they then both left the bathroom and headed into the hallway... at first I thought they'd be going to the kitchen to grab some food, but it seemed Lucy had different plans, guiding Robin out of the house altogether.
Maybe she thought they could go out for a meal? A nice romantic evening alone, away from David's prying eyes?
No. Lucy was hungry for paperwork. A packed evening of filling in forms and paying for amenities. Maybe this was something she'd taken from her conversation from Robin... that a hot date by the mailbox was exactly what he'd be into.
Apparently not. Lucy spent a while afterwards in the den, drinking alone and looking out into the darkness. Meanwhile, the alliance of the century was being formed through the medium of console gaming. If only more world leaders talked over a game of Super Smash Bros.
Eventually, the group gave in to their own desire to stay alive, with most of the house gathering to eat delicious pancakes. Waiting until JMQ and Lucy had finished, and already most of the way through his own plate, Robin speculated to the group that the delicious meatiness of the pancakes could have a very morbid source... that the pancakes were, in fact, made of people. At first I thought this was a bit stupid... but it was only then that I realised that Rach, while sitting at the table with the others (presumably making sure that they were indeed eating), had left her plate entirely untouched, instead opting for a less conspicuous coffee.
That Sim scares the fuck out of me.
Like you wouldn't believe.
As morning broke, and some of the Sims with normal sleeping patterns began to wake up, Hazel sat down to eat the rotting leftovers from the night before... I think she might have had the same conclusion as Robin... though to be fare, if you're going to insist on eating something surrounded by a green mist and covered with flies, you'd better be prepared for it to be a little fucking disgusting.
Meanwhile, Rach and Robin were preparing to have a battle of the wits over a game of chess. Clearly forgetting that he was having a face-off against the Hannibal Lecter of the Sim world, the match was a little more one-sided than Robin would have liked.
Thankfully, he later found a more appropriate opponent, the pair bonding instantly over their mutual chess failings.
Having learnt from the wondrous meat-serving Richard had provided the day before, David decided to whip up some hot dogs of his own. The man of the beard was clearly impressed that he'd made such an impact on someone.
Someone he hadn't made so much of an impact on the day before was Kath, so he ritually punished her with a continuous blast of morning/hot-dog breath for a good half hour or so.
David's next thing-to-do for the day was to have a bit of a morning exercise session in front of the radio. I'm not sure if you could call it exercise or dancing, but there was certainly a lot of movement involved.
Turns out this was the perfect time for him to practice his moves as moments later Kath entered, wanting to join in. At first this scenario seemed to perplex David a little... he was mostly used to either dancing in an empty room or with Robin. The idea of doing such a thing with a girl seemed confusing and strange... but the look of puzzlement on his face faded as he probably began to think “if Robin can mix with the women of this house, then so can I!” and he really started to get into it.
This sudden change seemed to cause a bit of a disturbance in the fabric of the house's reality, mostly causing JMQ to engage in some involuntary thrusting.
The world was soon set back to normal, as Kath's nose was assaulted once more, this time at the hands of David's rather dubious kitchen experiments.
Having ended the day before talking to David about dresses, it seems JMQ wanted to leave this entry on a bit of a manlier note.
So, that's all for now! This marks the end of stuff-I-recorded-but-didn't-write-about, so I don't even know what will be happening next... but then that's the fun of it!