Teens part 2 (Lots of pics)
Mar 7, 2009 19:10:06 GMT
Post by sotc on Mar 7, 2009 19:10:06 GMT
There were some suggestions that perhaps the Williams family should acquire a wormrat (womrat?) wo...small fuzzy thing. These suggestions were thought through carefully. Then they got to Alfred.
“You want us to put a...one of those...in the house?! On purpose!?”
Cal thought it might well be a good idea after all. But luckily Simon got the last vote, and he has more nice points than his younger brother. So, as of now, there will be no wosmallfuzzies in the house. Other animals are under consideration.
“I mean, if we brought one in the house, I'd have to get a lot more foil!”
Don't worry Al. Crisis averted.
The boys all got their orders to start a productive day of no school, as they moved in too late to go. It was the first day of their teenhood, and...
Calvin? What are you doing.
“Getting *puff* buff *puff*.”
Well, I did put that there to cheaply build some body. Way to dance there Cal!
“You're laughing *puff* at me, but just you *puff* wait!”
Who's laughing?
“Not me. I have an extremely straight face.” *snicker*
Anyway, Simon here got the message that he needed to get a job. I don't know what job he got, and I honestly don't really care. He just has to get to the top of it for the challenge. Then he can go to college and find something he actually wants to do.
“I want 20 best pet friends!”
No. Just no.
“Hey, did you know that sometimes people put stuff other than cheese in their grilled cheese? Like tomatoes! That's what my online group was debating. There was such a flame war. Purity and taste.”
All is studying cooking, as you can see. He gets to keep his ltw, so he'll need the cooking points.
“I thought it was a little over the top to tell someone that they hoped that their toes fell off from lack of the good nutrients of grilled cheese with tomatoes in.”
“I am so hot! The hair, the shirt, what's not to love?”
The minute he had some freewill, Simon went to the mirror to give himself a pep-talk. He was using time before his carpool came. He'd gotten the job, and was starting on the very same day. So, in fact, was Calvin. Al got his job a little too late.
I had to pull Simon away from his own reflection to greet the welcoming committee. He is, after all, our official friend maker, having actual outgoing points. Sadly, she was all he wound up greeting before his carpool came and he hopped to it. Still, she'll do.
So, Al and I are alone. What do you think we should do Al? We could study up, get ready for school tomorrow. It'd be nice if you have dinner on the table when the boys come home too.
“The headmaster is coming in half an hour.”
Oh, that's good. I hope you're having a nice...what?
Yes, Al decided that if he was going to have the evening off, he might as well get them into private school. He can't cook, and he likes to talk about grilled cheese and hamsters. Wonderful.
“Fuzzy things will not be in my head today. Now, I'm going to make grilled cheese to feed him with.”
I have high hopes for this going well.
Ahh, the headmaster, who's name I never even looked at. He has snowflake eyes and an ugly bow tie. I hope he's forgiving. There's also a magical egg of ten environment points on the lawn. It will go from room to room in the tour, and then get a permanent place somewhere. Because selling it back is even more like cheating than moving it around.
“That sounds like my kind of logic.”
Yes, well Al...*ahem* it does...moving on...
Well, things seem to be starting out well enough. The headmaster is smiling, and that's a good sign right? Unless he's laughing at the tinfoil that someone didn't take off.
“Who?”
“Who what, my boy?”
No talking to me while he's here Al. Family ears only.
“Who wrote the book of love?”
“Uhm...”
Good save. *facepalm*
Dang! He's bored already. Al didn't even talk to him about grilled cheese yet or anything. They were talking about money. Quick, do something. Change the subject!
Al decided to start the tour.
“Family sim, home from his job! Hooray for me!”
Apparently they also ironed your hair Simon.
“Family sim, ready for hugs!”
Also, blocking the car so your brother can't get out.
“That too!”
“What is that loser doing? For the love of all that is good, is that the headmaster?”
Yes. What happened to your head, speaking of heads. How am I supposed to tell you two apart now.
“We have bigger problems. I have aspiration points riding on getting into private school!”
“Look, before you do a three nice point barrel into the conversation, you should give Al a chance. I mean, he can be...charming and...stuff.”
“I think that's a great idea!”
“No, really Calvin, you should...you do?”
“Totally. The headmaster hasn't seen me yet. I'll just tell him that Alfred is my loony cousin that escaped from the asylum if he notices the family similarity. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sneaking around back.”
“Cal!”
Hey, whatever keeps him out of the way, right?
“You're mean too.”
Scorpio, what can I say.
First he showed off the big room in the middle. I think he was thinking that it was a good thing they managed to have three rooms in the house instead of just two. You can see the magic egg of good environment in the corner of the picture there.
The headmaster did the kind of half-hearted response to this first room, so Al quickly moved on, egg in tow.
The headmaster really liked the bedroom. It might have been because there was a bookcase in there, or because he was standing closer to the magic egg. I don't think that's why though.
I think he was glad to see the art. They clearly went to school at young age. Either that, or they had one of those mushroom things.
Headmasters approve of mushroom things, I think.
Still, I wonder which kid drew which picture. It's a question for the ages.
“Oh, chess with a hot chick. This is good hiding out.”
Hey, look, his hair is curly again too. I wonder when that happened.
“Just sit down and play.”
She doesn't have many nice points either. I wonder if either of them will cheat. They might both be too nice for that, I don't know.
Meanwhile, Simon is practicing looking innocent. But he can also just turn slightly and see the headmaster and his brother through the window. You know, just in case.
“Hey, I'm just painting here.”
Yes. Nonchalantly. In the snow by the window.
Actually, I'm pretty sure the snow should be an issue for all three of them. But apparently not.
The headmaster was all excited about the bathroom. This time, I'm pretty sure it was the egg. This priceless work of art has now found it's final resting place. That hole between the bathtub and the wall is where it will stay.
What did you expect in a house full of teenage boys decorated by me? Anyway, it was now time to finish the tour. It had gone well, and Al had even managed to sneak in some schmoozing.
I was thinking he was going to do it! He was going to get them all into private school all by himself. I was getting so proud as he called the headmaster to eat grilled cheese...
Then he skipped out to build a snowman. While the headmaster ate grilled cheese on the couch. Which probably means I used the wrong chairs for the island or something. But really, we have bigger problems than chairs!
Luckily, the brother who was certainly not looking through the window at all started feeling a bit hungry right about then. Just as luckily, the headmaster was calling Al things like “charmingly quirky”. Also, Calvin was staying outside. Probably because the visitor was beating him at chess.
They got in. Looking at the points, it almost seems like Al was right in that he didn't need to stay. I believe that he had most of the schmooze points already, and he gave a lot for the grilled cheese. Well, it wasn't even burnt, it's true. On their first day as teens, all the boys got jobs, and they got into private school.
Alfred sleeps peacefully. Though I'm a bit worried that he put that foil on with super glue or something. He did well today.
“'s cold in here. Raise the heat tomorrow, yes.”
Simon still cares about the family, even half asleep.
And last but not least, Calvin, who went to work, stayed out of the way, earned some logic and shot into platinum from getting in to private school. Don't tell him I think he's adorable. He might hurt me.
Thus we end the first day of our tale. Mr. Notatallfuzzy says good-bye, and might vaguely wonder why he was built facing a wall. I kind of don't wonder.
“You want us to put a...one of those...in the house?! On purpose!?”
Cal thought it might well be a good idea after all. But luckily Simon got the last vote, and he has more nice points than his younger brother. So, as of now, there will be no wosmallfuzzies in the house. Other animals are under consideration.
“I mean, if we brought one in the house, I'd have to get a lot more foil!”
Don't worry Al. Crisis averted.
The boys all got their orders to start a productive day of no school, as they moved in too late to go. It was the first day of their teenhood, and...
Calvin? What are you doing.
“Getting *puff* buff *puff*.”
Well, I did put that there to cheaply build some body. Way to dance there Cal!
“You're laughing *puff* at me, but just you *puff* wait!”
Who's laughing?
“Not me. I have an extremely straight face.” *snicker*
Anyway, Simon here got the message that he needed to get a job. I don't know what job he got, and I honestly don't really care. He just has to get to the top of it for the challenge. Then he can go to college and find something he actually wants to do.
“I want 20 best pet friends!”
No. Just no.
“Hey, did you know that sometimes people put stuff other than cheese in their grilled cheese? Like tomatoes! That's what my online group was debating. There was such a flame war. Purity and taste.”
All is studying cooking, as you can see. He gets to keep his ltw, so he'll need the cooking points.
“I thought it was a little over the top to tell someone that they hoped that their toes fell off from lack of the good nutrients of grilled cheese with tomatoes in.”
“I am so hot! The hair, the shirt, what's not to love?”
The minute he had some freewill, Simon went to the mirror to give himself a pep-talk. He was using time before his carpool came. He'd gotten the job, and was starting on the very same day. So, in fact, was Calvin. Al got his job a little too late.
I had to pull Simon away from his own reflection to greet the welcoming committee. He is, after all, our official friend maker, having actual outgoing points. Sadly, she was all he wound up greeting before his carpool came and he hopped to it. Still, she'll do.
So, Al and I are alone. What do you think we should do Al? We could study up, get ready for school tomorrow. It'd be nice if you have dinner on the table when the boys come home too.
“The headmaster is coming in half an hour.”
Oh, that's good. I hope you're having a nice...what?
Yes, Al decided that if he was going to have the evening off, he might as well get them into private school. He can't cook, and he likes to talk about grilled cheese and hamsters. Wonderful.
“Fuzzy things will not be in my head today. Now, I'm going to make grilled cheese to feed him with.”
I have high hopes for this going well.
Ahh, the headmaster, who's name I never even looked at. He has snowflake eyes and an ugly bow tie. I hope he's forgiving. There's also a magical egg of ten environment points on the lawn. It will go from room to room in the tour, and then get a permanent place somewhere. Because selling it back is even more like cheating than moving it around.
“That sounds like my kind of logic.”
Yes, well Al...*ahem* it does...moving on...
Well, things seem to be starting out well enough. The headmaster is smiling, and that's a good sign right? Unless he's laughing at the tinfoil that someone didn't take off.
“Who?”
“Who what, my boy?”
No talking to me while he's here Al. Family ears only.
“Who wrote the book of love?”
“Uhm...”
Good save. *facepalm*
Dang! He's bored already. Al didn't even talk to him about grilled cheese yet or anything. They were talking about money. Quick, do something. Change the subject!
Al decided to start the tour.
“Family sim, home from his job! Hooray for me!”
Apparently they also ironed your hair Simon.
“Family sim, ready for hugs!”
Also, blocking the car so your brother can't get out.
“That too!”
“What is that loser doing? For the love of all that is good, is that the headmaster?”
Yes. What happened to your head, speaking of heads. How am I supposed to tell you two apart now.
“We have bigger problems. I have aspiration points riding on getting into private school!”
“Look, before you do a three nice point barrel into the conversation, you should give Al a chance. I mean, he can be...charming and...stuff.”
“I think that's a great idea!”
“No, really Calvin, you should...you do?”
“Totally. The headmaster hasn't seen me yet. I'll just tell him that Alfred is my loony cousin that escaped from the asylum if he notices the family similarity. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sneaking around back.”
“Cal!”
Hey, whatever keeps him out of the way, right?
“You're mean too.”
Scorpio, what can I say.
First he showed off the big room in the middle. I think he was thinking that it was a good thing they managed to have three rooms in the house instead of just two. You can see the magic egg of good environment in the corner of the picture there.
The headmaster did the kind of half-hearted response to this first room, so Al quickly moved on, egg in tow.
The headmaster really liked the bedroom. It might have been because there was a bookcase in there, or because he was standing closer to the magic egg. I don't think that's why though.
I think he was glad to see the art. They clearly went to school at young age. Either that, or they had one of those mushroom things.
Headmasters approve of mushroom things, I think.
Still, I wonder which kid drew which picture. It's a question for the ages.
“Oh, chess with a hot chick. This is good hiding out.”
Hey, look, his hair is curly again too. I wonder when that happened.
“Just sit down and play.”
She doesn't have many nice points either. I wonder if either of them will cheat. They might both be too nice for that, I don't know.
Meanwhile, Simon is practicing looking innocent. But he can also just turn slightly and see the headmaster and his brother through the window. You know, just in case.
“Hey, I'm just painting here.”
Yes. Nonchalantly. In the snow by the window.
Actually, I'm pretty sure the snow should be an issue for all three of them. But apparently not.
The headmaster was all excited about the bathroom. This time, I'm pretty sure it was the egg. This priceless work of art has now found it's final resting place. That hole between the bathtub and the wall is where it will stay.
What did you expect in a house full of teenage boys decorated by me? Anyway, it was now time to finish the tour. It had gone well, and Al had even managed to sneak in some schmoozing.
I was thinking he was going to do it! He was going to get them all into private school all by himself. I was getting so proud as he called the headmaster to eat grilled cheese...
Then he skipped out to build a snowman. While the headmaster ate grilled cheese on the couch. Which probably means I used the wrong chairs for the island or something. But really, we have bigger problems than chairs!
Luckily, the brother who was certainly not looking through the window at all started feeling a bit hungry right about then. Just as luckily, the headmaster was calling Al things like “charmingly quirky”. Also, Calvin was staying outside. Probably because the visitor was beating him at chess.
They got in. Looking at the points, it almost seems like Al was right in that he didn't need to stay. I believe that he had most of the schmooze points already, and he gave a lot for the grilled cheese. Well, it wasn't even burnt, it's true. On their first day as teens, all the boys got jobs, and they got into private school.
Alfred sleeps peacefully. Though I'm a bit worried that he put that foil on with super glue or something. He did well today.
“'s cold in here. Raise the heat tomorrow, yes.”
Simon still cares about the family, even half asleep.
And last but not least, Calvin, who went to work, stayed out of the way, earned some logic and shot into platinum from getting in to private school. Don't tell him I think he's adorable. He might hurt me.
Thus we end the first day of our tale. Mr. Notatallfuzzy says good-bye, and might vaguely wonder why he was built facing a wall. I kind of don't wonder.
