Home for the Mentally Non-Conforming. Part 2.

[tigeranne]

Read Part 1 here.

This entry contains recent events, that chronologically (to the degree that matters in TS2) take place after the coming updates on the Magpies and the MacAvoys. I just felt like posting something for you guys to read while I sort the pictures, because I really appreciate my fanbase! :D <3




Eh, yeah. It's been a while. Remember this girl? Aniya? She's the caretaker of the miscellaneous bunch of housemates here at HFTMNC. The jobs you take while trying to make your break-through, eh? Aniya's dream is to become a world famous dancer.


Billy and and Jolene still get along like peas and carrots, but don't tell that to Billy. At least use a different metaphore.


Poor old Spartacus. Having all the knowledge in the Universe crammed into his puny human brain does not give him much room for flimsy pleasures.


Ethan's sunk into solid aspiration failure, poor boy. That's his little baby Timmy, who he's adopted. Timmy's a bit like poor little Billy Evans, only a bit worse off. Timmy was born without a head as well. Father and child fit well together, since Ethan can't speak in a language deciferable to people who do not have a PhD in linguistics, and Timmy can't hear due to his lack of ear-drums.


Melody: Whooo, I'm escaping! Freedom, here I come!


In other news, Sir Alfred still can't stand Jonathanael.


Sir Alfred: I defeated you again, Black Knight, like I always do!

Nathan: Owww! I've told you before! I'm just dressing like this so my Dad will love me.


Jarvis: Congratulations on having been put in here with us!


Sir Alfred: If my armour rusts, that's totally Nathan's fault for making me have to beat him up first.


The housemates' artwork is used to decorate the boring main corridor. The place feels more like home if they get to put their mark on it.


I had to turn the sound on, just to hear how bad this was. It can best be described as SQUEEEEEK! SCREEETCH! PLINK!!! SCRAAAATCH! PLONK! SQUEEEEK!


Billy: BOOO! HISSS!

Harry: But Billy, we're supposed to encourage each other!

Billy: No, I need to stop him before he drives the rest of us as mad as you two!


Harry: You know, Billy... You do look a bit dangerous sometimes.


At least it keeps her mind off worrying whether a certain small, green vegetable is going to sneak up at her at dinner.


I think Sir Alfred was the first to sink into aspiration failure, and he's not exactly good at making friends in order to help his own situation.


Elvin, why are you stealing their newspaper? Are you a mean type? Because you're prettacy breeding-stock, and the Magpies don't really need to become any less compassionate than they already are.


Ethan: Examine, descendant. Before your perception remains the nefarious contraption which the Domination has inagurated upon our own selves, conducive to counterfeit the hypotheis that were we to weigh our digits down on the toggle, we should receive sustenance.

(Translation: Look, son. This is the nasty thingabob the management put in here to trick us into believing that if we pushed the buttons, something edible would come out.)

This is why Ethan doesn't talk much.


Monrad: Hee hee hee let's see what Henry Atherton is doing and what his similarly aggrevating legally wedded wife Milena Atherton is doing and how much they enjoy being on the receiving end of the peeping-tom treatment that they feel justified in exposing other human beings to.

Careful now, Monrad. It's more likely that it's Morris who will come running.


Monrad: Oh no I did so not just spy pimp-suit Mitch and ponytail-Brandi naked in a tub full of inflatable coat-hangers? Because if I did, I would have to question what could possibly drive them to something as counter-profit to human excellence as that!


Sierra is still the only one to have found the pool. And look! New defaults! I got really tired of the super-saturated ombre ones.


Mrs. Petunia Picket-White is very respectable, and prefers to dine at a separate table from the servants of her grand country house.


I'm always happy whenever an uncontrollable does homework. It's kind of the litmus test for whether their lives suck or not.


These two should totally just hook up. Jolene likes unstable bad-boys, and she doesn't trust any human authority other than Ma and Pa.


Harry: I missed. How did I miss? I'm a sexy Italian stud, the sexy sport of shooting pool ought to be in my blood!

Andrei: You're saying you're a Guido? And by the way, aren't you actually part Spanish? And mostly not Mediterranean at all?

Harry: Shut up, and call me Stallion!


It just dawned on Andrei that if he's ever to get out, he needs to learn how to get along with people as annoying as Harry without punching them in the face.


Melody: This is my favourite tune, dedicated to my beloved husband and our four little Piglets!


Harry: Out of all the people I could end up in a psychiatric facility in a foreign country with, it HAD to be my loony sister-in-law?


Harry: Oh well... I'll just have to drown her out. Italians have the sexy music of the violins in their blood as well!

(And here I have to say that I have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING against Italians OR Spaniards, and I'm not trying to make fun of them. Harry just thinks that everything Italian is sexier. It has nothing to do with how he landed himself in here, which is not a pretty story.)


Ballet is the new bad-ass.


Jolene: Hee hee, better bring my "secret lover" back, so my cover isn't blown.


Jolene: Oh Clark, or whatever it was your name was, I'm mesmerized by your soulful eyes and shining smile!


Jolene: Better paint them something new to analyse. What should I tell them this is supposed to be? My inner turmoil? Yeah, that sounds good.


Hello there, Rose's not-twin.


Andrei: Did you really get all the other balls down, or are you cheating? Because I think you ARE!


Petunia: Silence chav, while I take a moment to bask in the knowledge of how good I am at everything.


Petunia: Alright, moment over!


And then she ATTACKED!


Petunia: *Mean-girl giggle!*


Look at this! Another pair of sworn enemies. I'm only surprised they weren't already!


Melody: BAAAAW HAAAAW I GOT FAAAAAT! And I miss my beloveloved husband sooooo muuuuch!


Oh no. No kissing a guy who's 7 years older than you!


This is Claire. She's human Mary Elisabeth!


Jarvis: Everything on TV nowadays is dreck! I miss the great shows we had back in 1990. Music sucks too. That time-gate I fell through can't open again fast enough!

Harry: I'm coming with you! I want to flirt up Pamela Anderson before she gets really famous.

Monrad: I think to myself that it might be dangerous to mess around with the time-space-continuum like it was a charter trip to Las Palmas which would have been popular back in your day.

Jarvis: Nah, I went to Barcelona, summer of '89. Best summer of my life.


They still haven't found out how to actually push the buttons, which means they're not as smart as the bears on LOST. Aniya didn't have time to make breakfast before work, and I was pretty sure someone would starve to death before she returned.


At least a couple of them are a bit more self-sufficient.


He he. Nathan went all "Buzz off, Ethan. I need to wash!" But I think the ulterior motive was to steal his beer. Notice he's thin again. It happens everytime Sir Alfred knocks the stuffing out of him. Which is often.


I was really relieved when Petunia went into the kitchen, but it was only to take out the trash.

Petunia: In case we need a coroner over here later, to deal with a victim of starvation, we cannot allow ourselves to have a full dustbin! There are certain standards that need to be upheld.


One step up the ladder, at least 7 to go.


Once again all was well in the end. Those sausages with potato salad are a life-saver for these poor guys.


Jerica had a nightmare. It may have been the one where her father starts aging backwards, forgets she exists, and she has to move into a nut-house with him.


Well, if Sir Alfred's not involved in the dustball of violence, then it must be Petunia and Andrei.




Andrei still answers to no-one!


When did I download that default replacement? o.0


There's something slightly unsettling about Harry playing pool in his leopard undies.


Between getting beaten up by an badly mannered chav, Petunia somehow got a major wish fulfilled.


And here's one of the new neighbours! Hello, Belinda Duckling, co-founder of alittlestrange's Duckling Prettacy. :)


It was an all-around bad day inside the stately walls of HFTMNC.


Jolene: Don't take it personally, Petunia. Andrei's not really a bad sort, he's just tired of people stepping all over him. I for one really admire your knowledge of etiquette and rose-growing!


Harry: Yeah, really! You're one of the most popular people in here!

Petunia: You flatter me! By the way, would it murder you to put on a pair of trousers?


I decided to get the housemates a therapy pet! His name is Moody. :)


How fascinating!

Fish are so colourful and pretty!

Why is that one swimming upside-down?

I wonder why the tentacle-plant glows in the dark.

Are there teeny-tiny dead pirates in that ship?

This is just like on Animal Planet!


Anya: You're MY dog, Moody. Not Harry's. Not Petunia's. Certainly not Monrad's. I'm your master. Obey, and I will look out for you!


Really?


REALLY? :)


Jarvis: So... You really are my daughter, huh?

Jerica: Yes, Dad. That's what we've been trying to tell you the past two months!

Jarvis: We do look a bit related. Are you sure you're not my sister?

Jerica: Yes, I'm entirely sure I'm not your sister. I'm your daughter, and you've got two more and a wife at home.

Jarvis: But it would make sense if we were siblings. I mean, you're 16, I'm 20. That's a very small age difference between generations. Except in Twilight, where a guy who's 23 has a 20 year old son. But he's adopted.

Jerica: ...


Jarvis: Anyway, buzz off! I need to clean up!

Jerica: Use a shower, like we do in this day and age!

Jarvis: Have you seen the boys' bathroom?

True to life, it usually really IS quite a bit grubbier than the girls'.


Jolene: Awww, you're such a cute, friendly dog! I miss my own dogs, back at the farm!

I kind of miss the TS3 version of Jolene's family. But I can't tear myself away from TS2. :D


OH CRAP! I thought everyone was okay, so I didn't have Aniya make them breakfast. During her absence, Andrei, Nathan and Monrad slipped into red. Then she came home to discover the fridge was empty!


Anyway, delivery arrived and once again sausages saved the day.

Melody: I don't think this is proper food to give a Fairy!

Just to give you an idea of how mean Melody can be, she snapped that plate from Nathan while he stopped eating for a moment to complain that he was dying from hunger. There wasn't a whole tray of the stuff a few metres away, no sirree... Anyway, Aniya made chicken, so all should be good?


Nathan: Feeeeeed meeeee!

Petunia: Goodness, boy! There is a whole plate of food in front of you. And I presume it wouldn't hurt if you were to wear a shirt at the dinner table. A proper shirt that is, not the buckled leather thing your Dad sent you.


Then Aniya's friend, ironically named Christian Love, snapped his new plate. Mister Love, I'm renaming you! Anyone know of a famous opportunist with no empathy? Alright, I think J. R. will do.


Nathan got himself a new plate. Then he walzed into the kitchen, put it on the counter, and complained that he was hungry.


After using "call to meal" YET another time, he got YET another plate, which he sat down to look at.

Nathan: It's so long since I ate, I can't remember what to do with food. Am I supposed to stick it into my ears? Or was it up my nose?


And then the inevitable happened.

Jarvis: ...zzzZzwhat? I think I can hear disaster coming?

Petunia: Oh look, it's snowing! How pretty!


Grim Reaper: IT SAYS HERE THAT HE DIED FROM HUNGER BECAUSE CERTAIN ASSHOLES KEPT STEALING HIS FOOD! HE'S COMING WITH ME. YOU DON'T DESERVE YOUR PETS IF YOU TREAT THEM LIKE THAT!

Jarvis: BAAAAAW NOOOO! Don't take Nathan away! We will remember to feed him from now on! Pleeeease!


Aniya: Err, mister Grim? I'd like my housemate back, please.


Aniya: Please! It's all my fault he starved to death. You see, I thought everyone had second helpings of dinner last night, so I didn't make breakfast. I'd do anything to not have made that mistake!


Grim Reaper: OH WELL YOU KNOW THE DRILL!

Aniya: That one?


Grim Reaper: WRONG!

Aniya: How's that possible!

Melody: FACEPALM!


Here lies Jonathanael Nightinsparrow, aka David with the mean dad. Too dumb to live.


Harry is probably the one who pees himself most often. They all have their quirks. Andrei, Sierra and Guinevere are the top food-sleepers.


Ethan and Andrei get along pretty well.


Ethan: BOOO HOOO I necessitate an offspring!

Andrei: What about little Timmy?

Ethan: HE POSSESSES NO CORPOREAL FORM EXCEMPTING A BURLAP SATCHEL!

Andrei: Yeah, sorry man. I kinda knew that. Maybe you could get Aniya to adopt you a therapy-baby?

Good idea, Andrei... >:)


Spartacus: Ooooooh! This reminds me of that night when the Universe opened up to me! Hang on, that was actually a terrible experience.


Aniya found the keys to a couple of the other rooms, and one of them contained a lot of entertainment equipment. :P It's got a microphone, karaoke machine, model train, pin-ball games and a synth-thingie.


Ballet is the new rebellion!


JR: Jarvis! I remember you from the old days! You look just the same!

Jarvis: Chris! You don't!

(Yeah, he would obviously know him as Chris, since his new name is very recent.)


This reminds me of my favourite screen shot from my first ever install of the game back in 2004! I can't believe I've played this game for almost 10 years! Maybe I should recreate the family of the Sim from the original picture as a decennial celebration. :D


I'd be surprised if he wanted to talk to anyone from the Atherton clan.


And it got worse from there. Someone kicked over the rubbish bin. I think it must have been Jerica because 1: I've seen her do it a couple of times, and 2: I think only teens can do it.




Andrei got a glitch where he walked hunched over with his arms stiff. I think it's the stiffness Petunia tried to beat into his upper lip.


Aniya called the Child Protective Serivces, and heard about a kid whose parents didn't want them anymore because of something with a maths test that didn't go as well as it should.




Billy kind of is the sort of person who would go to open-mike poetry nights, or do amateur stand-up.


While Jerica tries to learn more 1990 hits, in hope of triggering her father's memory of the fateful event that got him stuck in that fateful year.


The asylum is now haunted!


Yeah, he seemed to prefer one particular bed.


And he still doesn't know what to do with foooood.


Ethan: I perceive that the electrical beacon is conducting itself idiosyncratically. Aniya behooves making an oration reiteratively to the person in authority of rehabilitating the appurtenances.

(Looks like the lamp is acting oddly. Aniya needs to call the repair-person again.)


Jarvis: I think we should rather play Super Mario. It fits us 80's kids better.

JR: Dude, I'm a 60's kid. We ought to get a caleidoscope and a stash of grass!


Hi, Weedy!


Aniya: Congrats on being certified!


Dog or Swedish Christmas goat? You decide.


Petunia: And my husband... he's got a very important job! Let me tell you, I've been holiday-making at my stately country home for two months now, and he's not yet found the time to join me. It reminds me of that one time when I invited the Mayor over for tea and light refreshments, and Philip got stuck in traffick on his way home from work. It was a scandal! And then there was the time when we entered the garden competition, and the judge found aphids on my neighbour Betty's roses! So yes, my life has always been interesting and unpredictable. Now let me tell you about that one time in the Ladies' quilting circle...


Jolene: There are six showers just for you guys.

Monrad: Have you seen the boys' bathroom?


Andrei: Hey, Petunia? I've dedicated a song to you. It goes like this: Petunia's a bitch, she's a real big bitch. She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world...


Our adoptee has arrived. Her name is Prissy of all things. Don't really like it, but she's had it for 8 years, and is probably used to it.


Another replacement I can't remember! :D


Prissy made a bee-line for the piano.


Show him what you can do, Aniya!


:D


One step up, six to go! And now she needs two more friends, unless her boss wants to play word bingo.


This is Aniya's updated car-pool. Stylish!


Prissy: So if this is an orphanage, where are all the other kids?

Sir Alfred: It's us. We're still here because nobody wanted to adopt us.

Prissy: D:


Aniya: So hiiii, Lenna. I need to make two more friends outside of the family in order to get a promotion. Wanna be one? Hello? I think there's something wrong with the line.


Rock that microphone, kid!


Uh, Molly? You have a hot fiancé, as of that update I haven't posted yet. Why do you want to talk to Harry?


No surprise an old-skool punk gets along with the girl who's spent the last couple of years infiltrating the rebel movement. Oh right, that was in TS3, and I've locked those entries because they contain jokes that might offend people. Oh well, let's just say she has.


Eh, well... She does need good relationships with adults, but I'm not sure MONRAD is the best person to guide an impressionable young mind.


Monrad: Nobody's in love with me!

Prissy: That's weird. The whole place is full of girls.


Today on "Sims 2 can still surprise me after 10 years," TigerAnne discovers that the teeth on the shark light up when the pin-ball game is active.






In order to make a couple of new friends, I figured the easiest way would be to have Aniya use her feminine charms on a couple of guys. So she called up all the not-too-fugly guys she knew to ask them over on a date. That worked well, as you see...

Okay, how about just coming over, then?


:D


Aniya: Hi, Matt. I kind of forgot that I have work today, so I need to go in a bit. But just go inside and make yourself at home. We've got a sauna, a pool table, hot-tub... Just stay away from the guy in the Tarzan undies. He's... weird.


Prissy woke up with a jolt, from a nightmare about Orlando Bertino. I hope he's not been bullying her over that maths test. Aniya will have to call the head master and sort that out.

Okay, that's all for now. But sorting the pictures from the other families is gonna take some time, so I may just toss in another update from HFTMNC in the mean time! :) Hope you enjoyed the carnage!

Comments

[alittlestrange.livejournal.com]

Yay! I needed a break from editing my Dimwit pictures! (I have about 125 pictures to go D:) It's good to see what the inmates are up to. For some reason I think it's funniest to see a guy in armor running around the asylum, especially when he's trying not to pee himself and rust said armor. Oh, and every asylum needs a chunky guy running around in leopard underpants. I LOLed at "would it murder you to put on a pair of trousers."

You play with the sound off, too? One of the reasons I've never been much of a gamer is because they're all so NOISY, and it gets on my nerves. Sometimes, though, you just have to turn it on and hear the worst. XD

I happen to LOVE Ethan's and Monrad's dialogue! Hmm, the fact that Jarvis is aware of twilight may be a breakthrough. I think literature, even Young Adult literature, still had to meet at least some standards in the 90s. Wow, Nathan, you fail at being called to meals. Dying after being too stupid to eat two different plates of food? Good job!

Is Claire your "reverse engineered" version of Mary Elizabeth? Because that's impressive. Would you like to try doing that with the Ducklings sometime?

LOST! One of my favorite shows EVAR. Was disappointed in the ending, though. And EEEE! Belinda! How the heck is she so cute? In your game she has much better taste in outerwear.

I'll read the outtakes post later. Right now I gotta jet!

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

Hee hee, "would it murder you to put on a pair of trousers?" comes from the character I based Petunia on. It's not Aunt Petunia from HP, it's Hyacinth Bucket. Funny enough, that's a show from the early 90s. :)

Yes, I turn everything off, so I can listen to music while I play. But I had to hear how awful that duet was.

It's fun writing Monrad's lines, because he just says whatever is on his befuddled mind. I've actually met a few people in real life who spoke like that, loudly, monotonely and with no regard for syntax. For Ethan I had to use the online thesaurus and find the most obscure or old-fashioned synonym for every word he said. It took a long time. x)

I think Jarvis just watched Twilight after he got put in the home, so it's in his short-term memory. Not sure what actually happened to him in 1990, and why he's suddenly brought back there now. And no idea what so ever as to why he's physically reverted to his 20-year-old self. I may think of something, but I don't think it will ever be fully explained.

Nathan actually failed at four different plates of food, if you count the two that he allowed others to steal from him. Poor dumb kid.

Yes, Claire is "reverse engineered" from Mary Elizabeth. First I tried to remember what it was I did to Douglas, and tried to do the oposite. Some things, like the eyes, refused to return to normal, so I blended in what I think, but am definitely not sure was Doug's original template eyes and mouth. Then I added a chin. She's not all that accurate, to be honest. Maude, who's a "normal" version of Elys came out a lot better. You'll see Maude in the Magpie updates.

I'm not sure I could reverse engineer the Ducklings, since I have no idea what templates you used. There's no way to make a Sim as odd looking as a prettacy member look normal without blending with the original templates, because their faces are too distorted. I can't even make Doug look human again, and he started out as one.

Yeah, what was up with the ending of LOST? That made a lot of... nonsense.

LOL right! Belinda's outerwear! I don't actually have that outfit, and I forgot to select one for her.


By the way, here's someone else you probably recognize. I looked in on the Athertons, and she came home with them from school. I made her a teen, because that hood doesn't have too many.

[alittlestrange.livejournal.com]

A-ha. I figured that was the way you were reverse engineering your prettacy Sims. I'd do it, too, if only I would have thought to make note of which templates I used to make Alan and Belinda. It would be interesting to see what the entire family would look like with extensive plastic surgery. XD

It's been a while since I watched the finale, but I remember hoping that Desmond was going to join the two time bands, and then everything would make sense. Alas. I still love the show. The acting, the direction, and the music were all so fabulous.

Keewy! I always imagine toddler Grace calling her Keewy. She looks cute in your game! I think she'd enjoy being a teen.

[simlili.livejournal.com]

I had fond memories of this journal but now I realize I didn't actually remember how good it really is :D, the bears from Lost killed me (and I never even watched that show.)

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

Awwww thanks!!! :D