Mr. Pouty's Pretties Day three!(sort of) Many pics
Oct 17, 2008 4:19:57 GMT
Post by sotc on Oct 17, 2008 4:19:57 GMT
Day one
Day two
Welcome back to another startling round of Mr. Pouty’s Pretties! Wooo! Before I begin, I would like to note that at one point I called him Mr. Pointy in my last episode, and no one pointed it out to me. I am highly amused. That being said let us begin the episode I like to call The Episode of Fail!
When we start out our day, there is Jenni looking all innocent, which means I don’t trust her at all. Next to her is Moon, daydreaming about the other hair twin, who I think is still sleeping.
Yup. Still sleeping. I suspect her of dreaming of lips, and possibly pouty lips, as she has the highest score with him. I don’t know that she’s exactly safe sleeping when the other ladies are awake though. I mean, Jenni has chlorine, Kiri has some rocks by now I’m sure, and Emma has…staring at the wall talent that she picked up from Whitney.
Steph got up, and the first thing she did was go to clean the toilet. I wonder if she and Moon are on the outs or something. They aren’t joined at the hip, and it’s weird. I think they’re trying to trick me somehow. Sims are out to get me! They have rocks! They have hot water! They have…where was I? Right. Cleaning. *cough*
Emma and Kiri are playing a nice game of red hands. I think Emma broke her wrist there, but she doesn’t seem that upset about it. Hmm. I wonder just what Whitney actually taught her before she left…
Okay, so RealMoon pointed out that SimMoon didn’t get a chat the last time. So I decided she should go first, get her chat and then have a flirt. Right after I locked her in with Mr. Pouty though, she went and tickled him. He thought that was spiffy.
Then they had their chat.
Moon: Kissing?
Alex: Cool.
Me: Déjà vu!
Chat went well.
Ahh, love! The flirt went well too. Aren’t they adorable? *bubbles*…Anyway, they have a mutual crush now. Spring is in the air, and the birdies are chirp a chirping away. It’s all sunshine and daisies.
Emma: No sweet talk from you! I still don’t like your finger either!
Rejected. But she’s so pretty doing it, I think.
Oh dear. Sim Jenni is worried. Everyone’s aspiration is getting pretty darn low, it’s true. So I did something unthinkable. I cheated to bring the aspirations up. Look, I’m willing to put my forum friends through quite a lot, but I don’t want to have them going into aspiration failure. Because I’m nice. Or because it takes way too much time. You decide. While you’re deciding, let’s see if a nice flirt from Mr. Pouty will cheer her up.
Denied! And she walks away, looking lovely! Not another one.
*Gasp* …no, I’m not talking about the cruddy picture, but thanks for that. The feet. Do you see the feet? Someone who shall remain nameless except to say that she’s one of the hair twins snuck into his room to potty when the door was unlocked! It’s a darn good thing I haven’t done her flirt yet. Horror of the feet!
Rejected by the horror feet. This is not his day.
Alex: They all say no looking cute in their bathing suits. Is this a plot?
Don’t look at me! I wouldn’t plot something like th…okay, yes I would, but this time it’s not my fault. It’s the game. Seriously. Honest.
When I was looking for Steph to be next, she was busy making all the beds. I wasn’t shocked, though I personally don’t believe in making the beds unless you just washed the sheets. I have reasons of my own for this. They’re not good ones. Moving on.
Three of the girls who have had their dates sit in the hot tub and talk about baseball. But it seems to me only one *needs* to talk about…too much? Okay.
Okay, so only Steph is supposed to be in the room. That must be her feet in the potty, as there’s no way she’d make that much mess showering. Plus only one lady so far has shown that she’ll go into Pouty’s room even when it’s locked. I keep having to kick her out. Bad naughty! Wait, why’re Steph’s feet the wrong way?
Oh. Well don’t I feel stupid. *shakeshead*
The family that cleans together, I suppose. This can be a wonderful bonding moment. I didn’t tell either of them too, but they were both fussed about the environment score, so I don’t mind that they did. This should lead up to a lovely flirt.
Or another shoot down.
Steph: Look buddy, the cleaning didn’t mean anything like that, okay?
Alex: This one’s all hot when she rejects me too. Just like all the others. *pouts*
Lookit! It’s the nickname. *snicker*…err…I mean, there there darling. *patshead*
Kiri: No no, I don’t think so. You didn’t say anything about my bombs, and now you want to sweet talk me? Nothing doing.
Alex: What’d I do? *whines*
Okay, so it was supposed to be done before noon, all those flirts. When we actually got done, it was after six o’clock at night. So I just tallied up then. The other half of day three will be on day four, thus throwing off the whole week thing and making me have to write more of these. *grumble*
The sim that had to go, with the lowest score surprised me again. I thought Jenni had a chance, but the luck was not with her. No more hair twin jokes…Quit that cheering. I’m sad.
Jenni: 40 negative bolt
Kiri: 48 no bolts
Emma: 58 negative bolt
Steph: 73 one bolt
Moon: 102 one bolt double crush
Thea: 127 two bolts
I’m so sorry this picture is blurry. Jenni really is a pretty sim.
Mr. Blurry shirt waves bye to her cheerfully. I think he just doesn’t hold any grudges. I mean, no one but Moon accepted his flirt, and he’s going to marry one of them. Or at least woohoo...
Kiri and Emma came down to wave. Emma got there too late, and Kiri waved the wrong direction. Then they decided that they had to play rock, paper, scissors in their bathing suits. I think Emma was lucky it was a tie.
Don’t you give me that face, young lady! You’re the one that sneaked in again, *after* I had locked Mr. Pouty in his room for the night. The fact that you can’t get out isn’t my fault!
Please don’t kill me.
Well, hey there Alex. I hope you’re not too upset about the fact that you got turned d…what?
...Yes, I know they looked good while they were turning you down. But doesn’t…
Fine. In closing, Alex would like to say that you’re all smokin’ hotties. Who do you suppose he got that from anyway? Sheesh.
Day two
Welcome back to another startling round of Mr. Pouty’s Pretties! Wooo! Before I begin, I would like to note that at one point I called him Mr. Pointy in my last episode, and no one pointed it out to me. I am highly amused. That being said let us begin the episode I like to call The Episode of Fail!
When we start out our day, there is Jenni looking all innocent, which means I don’t trust her at all. Next to her is Moon, daydreaming about the other hair twin, who I think is still sleeping.
Yup. Still sleeping. I suspect her of dreaming of lips, and possibly pouty lips, as she has the highest score with him. I don’t know that she’s exactly safe sleeping when the other ladies are awake though. I mean, Jenni has chlorine, Kiri has some rocks by now I’m sure, and Emma has…staring at the wall talent that she picked up from Whitney.
Steph got up, and the first thing she did was go to clean the toilet. I wonder if she and Moon are on the outs or something. They aren’t joined at the hip, and it’s weird. I think they’re trying to trick me somehow. Sims are out to get me! They have rocks! They have hot water! They have…where was I? Right. Cleaning. *cough*
Emma and Kiri are playing a nice game of red hands. I think Emma broke her wrist there, but she doesn’t seem that upset about it. Hmm. I wonder just what Whitney actually taught her before she left…
Okay, so RealMoon pointed out that SimMoon didn’t get a chat the last time. So I decided she should go first, get her chat and then have a flirt. Right after I locked her in with Mr. Pouty though, she went and tickled him. He thought that was spiffy.
Then they had their chat.
Moon: Kissing?
Alex: Cool.
Me: Déjà vu!
Chat went well.
Ahh, love! The flirt went well too. Aren’t they adorable? *bubbles*…Anyway, they have a mutual crush now. Spring is in the air, and the birdies are chirp a chirping away. It’s all sunshine and daisies.
Emma: No sweet talk from you! I still don’t like your finger either!
Rejected. But she’s so pretty doing it, I think.
Oh dear. Sim Jenni is worried. Everyone’s aspiration is getting pretty darn low, it’s true. So I did something unthinkable. I cheated to bring the aspirations up. Look, I’m willing to put my forum friends through quite a lot, but I don’t want to have them going into aspiration failure. Because I’m nice. Or because it takes way too much time. You decide. While you’re deciding, let’s see if a nice flirt from Mr. Pouty will cheer her up.
Denied! And she walks away, looking lovely! Not another one.
*Gasp* …no, I’m not talking about the cruddy picture, but thanks for that. The feet. Do you see the feet? Someone who shall remain nameless except to say that she’s one of the hair twins snuck into his room to potty when the door was unlocked! It’s a darn good thing I haven’t done her flirt yet. Horror of the feet!
Rejected by the horror feet. This is not his day.
Alex: They all say no looking cute in their bathing suits. Is this a plot?
Don’t look at me! I wouldn’t plot something like th…okay, yes I would, but this time it’s not my fault. It’s the game. Seriously. Honest.
When I was looking for Steph to be next, she was busy making all the beds. I wasn’t shocked, though I personally don’t believe in making the beds unless you just washed the sheets. I have reasons of my own for this. They’re not good ones. Moving on.
Three of the girls who have had their dates sit in the hot tub and talk about baseball. But it seems to me only one *needs* to talk about…too much? Okay.
Okay, so only Steph is supposed to be in the room. That must be her feet in the potty, as there’s no way she’d make that much mess showering. Plus only one lady so far has shown that she’ll go into Pouty’s room even when it’s locked. I keep having to kick her out. Bad naughty! Wait, why’re Steph’s feet the wrong way?
Oh. Well don’t I feel stupid. *shakeshead*
The family that cleans together, I suppose. This can be a wonderful bonding moment. I didn’t tell either of them too, but they were both fussed about the environment score, so I don’t mind that they did. This should lead up to a lovely flirt.
Or another shoot down.
Steph: Look buddy, the cleaning didn’t mean anything like that, okay?
Alex: This one’s all hot when she rejects me too. Just like all the others. *pouts*
Lookit! It’s the nickname. *snicker*…err…I mean, there there darling. *patshead*
Kiri: No no, I don’t think so. You didn’t say anything about my bombs, and now you want to sweet talk me? Nothing doing.
Alex: What’d I do? *whines*
Okay, so it was supposed to be done before noon, all those flirts. When we actually got done, it was after six o’clock at night. So I just tallied up then. The other half of day three will be on day four, thus throwing off the whole week thing and making me have to write more of these. *grumble*
The sim that had to go, with the lowest score surprised me again. I thought Jenni had a chance, but the luck was not with her. No more hair twin jokes…Quit that cheering. I’m sad.
Jenni: 40 negative bolt
Kiri: 48 no bolts
Emma: 58 negative bolt
Steph: 73 one bolt
Moon: 102 one bolt double crush
Thea: 127 two bolts
I’m so sorry this picture is blurry. Jenni really is a pretty sim.
Mr. Blurry shirt waves bye to her cheerfully. I think he just doesn’t hold any grudges. I mean, no one but Moon accepted his flirt, and he’s going to marry one of them. Or at least woohoo...
Kiri and Emma came down to wave. Emma got there too late, and Kiri waved the wrong direction. Then they decided that they had to play rock, paper, scissors in their bathing suits. I think Emma was lucky it was a tie.
Don’t you give me that face, young lady! You’re the one that sneaked in again, *after* I had locked Mr. Pouty in his room for the night. The fact that you can’t get out isn’t my fault!
Please don’t kill me.
Well, hey there Alex. I hope you’re not too upset about the fact that you got turned d…what?
...Yes, I know they looked good while they were turning you down. But doesn’t…
Fine. In closing, Alex would like to say that you’re all smokin’ hotties. Who do you suppose he got that from anyway? Sheesh.