Home for the Mentally Non-Conforming. Part 3.

[tigeranne]

It's been forever and a week since I last posted an update to this. In case you need to refresh your memory, Part One is here, and Part Two is here.

There are a few pictures missing between the end of the last update and the beginning of this, but I'm fairly sure it's just a couple of days, and that the only thing that happened was that Aniya adopted a cat.




It's always very popular for three or more people to cram themselves into a bath-tub stall.


It still sucks to be Andrei. Nobody obeys his authority, and worse still, they expect him to obey theirs.


And he still hates Petunia.

Andrei: You're NOT the Prime Minister! When are you going to get it into your thick head that you DO NOT make the rules around here?!

Petunia: OW! OWW! I will have capital punishment implemented just for you!




Everyone has the flu.


That's Gregory Magpie, one of the offspring Abbie has with Chester Gieke. Looks like he's run afoul of Sir Alfred at some point.


One newspaper wasn't enough for him. After he disappeared from the lot, he came right back to steal the old, moldy one as well. Greg knows how to hold a grudge, it seems.


Ethan: I ingenously adore it when the flurry of snow is descending.

Monrad: I DON'T.

Jolene: Aniya, who's the guy hiding behind the plant?


Aniya: That's our new House Mate. His name's Ryan, and he's got a rather traumatic past. His family feels he could do well with some rest and recreation in a safe environment.


Aniya: He's got three children at home, who he probably misses bitterly, so be nice to him, alright.


In Ryan's family, playing the piano is the go-to way of dealing with sadness and pain. That, and beating the snot out of Aylatani.


This is Harrison, the cat Anya got from the pound. He's an elder, but since this is aging off, he's gonna stick around.


Prissy: Mommy, you're home! I've missed you sooo much!

Aniya: I've only been at work, and you've had school in the mean time.

Prissy: It seems a lot longer with all these weirdos around. When do we move?


Excellent manners. Petunia probably wonders what sort of background her newest lodger comes from, and why the Communist regime placed him in her home.


Ryan: You haven't seen a magic lamp around here, by any chance? I really need to find one.

Jerica: What do you need it for?

Ryan: It's for a journey in space and time, to stop a very dangerous wizard from inventing the wheel in the past, and take over the whole world.

Jerica: Talk to my Dad. I'm not sure he knows where it is, but he's sure to want to come along on the ride.


Ryan: Wow, Sierra! Your bust is like a work of art! You have boobs like a Greek statue!

Sierra: I know! They're all modeled on me! :D

Ryan: Really? You must be extremely famous!

Sierra: I am, that's why I need to hide out here in the country for a while.

Petunia: The right word is infamous, darling. I am famous, for my weed-free rose garden and delicious home-made lemon bars.


The fresh snow finally lured the inhabitants into the garden.


Ryan: Hi, there. You look like that guy my new cousin is dating, except he's a little more opaque.

Nathan: Feeed meee! I'm so hungryyyy, give me foooood!


Oh, and look who he almost immediately buddied up with... Ethan, who's the only reason he can't have the woman of his dreams. (Well, there's also his own wife, but she wouldn't have to know.)


On the other side of the fence, Andrei and Sir Alfred were male bonding.


I built a bowling alley in a shed in the garden. What a terrible asylum to be in, eh?


Ethan: Adana has disclosed to me the nature of your gravitation in her general direction. I do perceive your titillation where she is concerned.

(Adana has told me that you're attracted to her. I know about your feelings.)

Ryan: No idea what you're saying, mate. You've got such a funny accent. Are you from Canada? Anyway, you've got great taste in girls.

Ethan: I guilelessly request that you take to heart that I do not castigate you for your excitation. Her heart appertains to me, and I accredit that what she emotes in the vicinity of you is solely comisseration and forbearance. It's a mortification that you once erupted.

(I honestly want you to understand that I'm not blaming you for feeling that way. Her heart belongs to me, and I'm sure that the feelings she has towards you are simply pity and compassion. It's a shame you exploded.)

Ryan: I'm going to see if we've got a Canadian-to-English dictionary in the book shelf, and then we can talk properly.


Andrei: I DON'T WANT TO BE NICE TO PETUNIA! JUST LET ME GO, BEFORE I BECOME A MURDERER!


Ryan: I had over seven feet of stiches! They even had to stich my neck-brace in place, because my spine was shattered and my head was falling off. My kidneys were in opposite corners of the room, and they found my left lung in the hallway.

Ethan: It has the earmarks of an exeedingly extruciating exposure. With such an ordeal in your antecendent, it is no bewilderment that you are abundantly discomposed.

(It sounds like a very painful experience. With a trauma like that in your past, no wonder you're really messed up.)

Ryan: No, no they found all the bits and pieces, and put them back.


Jolene: I totally miss my boyfriends. All of them. Pretty soon I won't have to fake being lonely and loopy anymore.

Andrei: Sir Alfred, we've got roaches! DO SOMETHING HEROIC, PLEASE!


Jolene: Oh, Sean... Or were you supposed to be Trevor? Anyway, oh Whatsyourname... *smooch*

Sir Alfred: She is one seriously distressed damsel.


Jolene: I want to go hoooome! Being a spy isn't much fun when you're cooped up like this all day. But Dad and the Resistence rely on me for news, so I'll just have to suck it up for a few more weeks.


Jolene: UGH! BUGS!!! We need to kill them. They could be equipped with micro-transmitters!

Sir Alfred: I miss my old castle. :'( The new castle is very skanky.


Okay. This is definitely Ryan peeping in on the activities in the girls' bathroom. What's going on with his legs? O.o


I'm questioning whether he actually was put back together correctly.

'
Leaning towards "no," here.


And his self-image issues continue.


Sir Alfred: I smell like a dung-tip! You have no idea how hard it is to take off this blasted suit of armor every time I want a bath! Once a month is all I can handle.

Ryan: Maybe you should get out of the kitchen, before your vermin infest the fridge too.

What? Is Ryan being competent? This is the guy who usually feeds himself from the trash can rather than the fridge, and there he is cooking.


Petunia looks entirely too pleased that she's about to get in a fight, again.


Oh, wow! OUCH!!!


Petunia: Let go of my fingers with your eye-socket, ruffian!


Petunia: I am the Prime Minister! You will refer to me as "Your Majesty!"


Okay, his hands are definitely on her bum. Gotta love Gunmod's camera!


Andrei: Who rules over who, here?

Petunia: Mmmmphh mmmnggh nrrrrrggh!!!


Andrei: Have you learned not to pick on someone bigger than you, yet?

Petunia: You may break my bones, but you will never break my pride!






I'm pretty sure the rest of them also got the flu before anyone recovered, but there are limits to how entertaining endless flu-notices are.


Sir Alfred: I can't eat with the dog watching me all sorrowfully like that.

Billy: Just give him a bit, and he'll go away. I'm saving up all my peas for him. Yeah, I can say it now, but I'm not eating them.


Ryan: I can't remember putting peas in the pot, but I probably shouldn't tell her they could be Sir Alfred's fleas. Wonder what fleas taste like. :)


Nathan: Yesss, no one in the kitchen! Fooooooooood! :D


Nathan: The food just falls through my ghostly body. :(


Nathan: Well, then. I'll charge myself on electricity instead. Ooooh, it's nice and warm inside the lightbulb!


Petunia: Ugh, there's that feeling of being squeezed through a big, icy cold jellyfish again.


Petunia: My husband makes £650 000 a year! This is just our weekend-home. We've got a real mansion just outside of London.


Awww. Ethan's not a fan of Harrison. :'(


Petunia: Gonna beat me up again, chav?

Andrei: Missing the sensation of my hands around your throat, do you?

Petunia: Don't flatter yourself.


Andrei: Hiiiii, Harrison! I need a few evil minions. Do you want to be one? All powerful villains have a cat for a side-kick.


Andrei: Nah, I'm just kidding! I'll be your evil minion. How about that?

Harrison: Put me down, chav.


Right. Ryan's got a job. Well, okay. He can keep it as long as he's getting out on time.


Melody: If I'm gonna escape by flushing myself down the toilet, then at least it's gonna be clean when I do!


Harry: That's how you do it, Jarvis! Put your whole arm in the throw.

Harry's beer-belly and leopard undies: *are offensive to the eye*


Harry: I missed! How could I miss??? Us Italians have the sexy power of bowling in our blooooood!


Prissy: I don't care what Petunia says, Moody. You're not a goat!

Oh no, Prissy got fat. I hate the fat-morphs in Sims 2. Okay, let's find her a dress.


Well done, Aniya! Now you need to kill roaches and feed your housemates.


Aniya: GRUMBLE!


Guinevere: You are my third best friend, Melody.

Melody: *feels devalued*


Aniya needed a few charisma points for her next promotion, so she got to spend a few hours talking to the only sane adult in the house.


Oops, parental neglect! :(


Ethan: I should not feel so effervescent about the fact that he's electing to hibernate in the homicidal Murphy Bed.


Fish fingers are a nice middle-of-the-week supper.


Jerica is one of the best about feeding herself. Every time the household is called to eat, she'll be there unless she's at school. I seriously think she wakes up to eat. That was her third meal in five hours. How come she's not fat?


Poor Ethan is one of the worst at getting to the table. He prefers suffering in front of the maliciously difficult vending machines, hoping that something will fall out.


Harrison: This is a pigsty! 18 servants, and none of them are cleaning!


Spartacus: WHYYY EMM CEE AYYYYYYY!


Aniya: Oh, hi guy I almost dated once. What was your name again?

(His name is Matthew, and he once made lots of lewd suggestions to a townie in the Athertons' hot-tub.)


Seems Jolene has nothing against getting into a bed that already has someone in it. They don't always appreciate it, though.


Emotional repression, FTW! She probably experiences lots of it every time she has to refrain from strangling a member of the household.


Yeah, fine and dandy. A promotion would be better, though.


Melody:
She was looking kinda dumb
With her finger in her bum
And the shape of an elf on her forehead


Ryan: You've got a spider on your boob, I'm gonna remove it for you.

Melody: No, don't! Spiders are my friends. I'm a fairy! :D


Great...


Heh, looks like she did get fat after that third dinner.


Prissy: Mrs. Swiller wants us to write an essay about a typical day at home. I wonder if she'll believe that Moody ate it, if I tell her he's a goat.


Spartacus: I'm a really good cook. All the recipes in the world are in my head, along with all the knowledge and experience of all the famous chefs on TV. I can't do anything wrong.


Everyone: OHNOITSBURNINGHOTHOTHOTWHATAREWEGOINGTODOOOOOOOO?!


Aniya: OK, whose fault is this?


Maura Simpson: Look, you morons are all blocking the door. I can't get in there. You're on your own, dumbasses.


Spartacus: Mommyyyyyyy!!!

Aniya: Spartacus, let go! I'm trying to save your sorry ass here!


As usual, the reaction to almost dying is to complain about someone stinking.


And while there was drama in the kitchen, this was the situation in the dining hall. Plus, everyone was still on the verge of starvation, and Aniya had to stay up all night and feed them.


Jolene: I've had it with this spying lark!


Sir Alfred: Ryan actually believes in Diaper Man, ha ha ha!


Aniya: I like you, Ryan. You're my best friend in here. *faceplant*


Monrad, Ethan and Jolene: SNARFF SNARFF SNARFFFFF!


Harry & Ryan: SCHNARRRFFF!

Petunia: Such barbarians.


Aniya: Oh, wow! I actually had a naughty dream!

Petunia: *disconnects ears from brain*


Aniya: But it wasn't about me! It was Harry and some lady, on a pool table.

Ryan: Harry, what have you been doing?

Harry: You don't want to know.


Spartacus: My brain also contains the recipe for slices of bread.


Prissy: This is my misery-and-woe face.


Hey, it's the splendidly sexy Carlisle. x)


Petunia: Oh no, I have a piece of onion in my teeth! Have I been going around like that all day? That would be even worse than when Betty farted during the Queen's speech!


I don't think Moody's a normal dog.


Harry is beginning to regret the escapades that landed him in this sorry house. And Michelle, she came home with Ryan. She pretends she's a journalist now, in addition to lawyer and scientist.


Ryan: My family's fighting Diaper Man. He's really angry with all of us, because my grandmother spread a rumor in the 7th grade, that he was a Sumo wrestler instead of just really fat. But he doesn't recognize her now that she's dyed her hair, so he wants to kill all of us to be sure.


Melody: He sounds awful! How are you fighting him?

Ryan: With the sexy power of tennis! He won't stand a chance!

Jerica: (Sweet mercy, I feel sorry for his kids! I'll never complain about Dad's little problem ever again.)


Jerica: So how is Diaper Man... Seriously, doesn't he have a name? How's he gonna kill you guys?

Ryan: I expect he will sit on us. But he'll have to catch us first. He doesn't run very fast.


Whooo!


Goodbye to the pink leotard with leg-warmers!


Prissy: Hi, Mom! Have you been time-travelling?


Prissy was having fits about being bored, so Aniya tried to cheer her up a little.


Wheee!


Ryan: I don't care how hot Adana would think it was, I'm not sleeping in the same bed as Ethan!


Again? Does this mean they forgot to be enemies, or something?


The kids who grow up here are going to be well adjusted citizens!


Billy: I hate it when they bash each other's heads against the table!


Moody stunk. It was time for him to have a bath.


Um, wow. Ryan was at maximum fitness when he moved in.


Also, his family are slobs. His mother, grandmother and great-grandmother have all been known to either fart on a relative's food, or go to the toilet with the door open during a meal.


Aniya: Contessa totally has blue-face.


Does this mean that he's going to be in less mortal danger from now on?


Okay, it's better than the pink Flashdance leotard.


Melody: I'm a friend to all living things, but I haaaaate roaches!

I feel ya, Melody. That's how I feel about slugs. I feel bad about killing them, but I just have this compulsion to do it. Especially those brown eating-machines that can multiply themselves and decimate a garden completely. KILL THEM WITH SALT!


Carlisle: Ewwww, you're fat! How can you walk around almost naked like that, when you're not in perfect shape?!

Melody: If you were a real vampire, you'd be toast you mean poophead!

(I don't like Carlisle, in case that's not entirely clear.)


Tessa: Ugh! Take a shower, will you?

Melody: Everyone hates me! D:


Spartacus: Dummm-di-dummmmmm...


Prissy: WAAGH! SCARRED FOR LIIIIFE!

At least it wasn't Harry.


Aniya practices telling ghost stories, in order to be promoted.


Ryan: You haven't got anything I don't, LOL!

Ethan: Kindly extract yourself from my presence, Ryan.


Yeah. No. You can't really expect better from him.


Prissy: Mrs. Swiller loved my essay. She said she's going to send it to some of her friends! :D


Ryan: My wife and I really like to [CENSORSHIP!]. Do you have a favourite practice?


Ethan: Ryan, look... It's really hurting me to talk like this, but you need it in plain English. I'm not going to tell you about what Adana likes. Okay? Do you fathom the memorandum I'm endeavoring to dispatch?

Ryan: I understood all but the Canadian bit.


Ethan: I abhor my existence.


I'm pretty sure there are other beds available.


And Jerica's doing homework again! :) Sanity will reign... somewhere else.

Okay. That was all from the Asy... sorry, Home for the Mentally Non-Conforming, for now. I'm going to make an effort to finish this challenge, so our poor friends can finally move on with their lives. Nagging me for updates may have the desired effect.

Next up are the Magpies! :D

Comments

[alittlestrange.livejournal.com]

Yay you made it easy to find the first two parts! Yes, I know links are on your sticky page, but here are the links right in this post. It can't get more convenient! I must reread those first, so I'll come back and read/comment here once I've done that!

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry it's been so long! I figured if anyone's going to read this, after all this time, they'd need a refresher.

[alittlestrange.livejournal.com]

Okay! I'm glad I reread the previous updates first, and it was a fun read. I love that you wrote a mental condition and back story for each patient. I'd be too lazy. X) And I recognized most of them from spotting them in your other legacies. Every time I see Andrei I think of Narrator calling him Esso! Now I'm ready to proceed....

It looks like the flu bug has finally left your other families but hit the asylum pretty hard. Poor dears.

LOLOL RYAN! I had a feeling he was going to end up here, but if anyone belongs, it's him! Well, maybe he'll get the help he needs. And wow, he looks even paler around these people! Teh poor goffik Strablops.

Ethan, who's the only reason he can't have the woman of his dreams.

That, and she's his great-grandmother. But that's okay in the Strapboot family, isn't it? XD

I built a bowling alley in a shed in the garden. What a terrible asylum to be in, eh?

Just awful. Let me know when there's a vacancy. I could use a restsome character building.

I'm questioning whether he actually was put back together correctly...Leaning towards "no," here...And his self-image issues continue.

XD XD XD Oh, Ryan, you so funny!

Billy! You're making progress!

TS2 fat morphs do leave a lot to be desired. But I guess they had to start somewhere? I can't remember if Sims got fat in TS1.

Ugh, that leotard-and-leg warmers outfit. My eyes! I remember that was popular in the 80s, but I've always hated leg warmers. Somebody made a default replacement for me using the green and tan outfit from this set. I don't think they'd mind if I shared it with you, or are you okay with looking at the monstrosity?

I like how you adopted Prissy for Ethan, but she gravitates to the caretaker of the asylum.

Oh man, if I had Carlisle in any of my neighborhoods, it would be difficult not to mercilessly pick on him.

I can see why all the patients are fat. You have some lovely food in your game!

FUN STUFF. I really love the asylum crew. They all seem properly disturbed and like they need to be here. Great characterization. I'll definitely nag you for moar updates...and to extract more of your Sims to put in my game. :D

[tigerannesims2.livejournal.com]

I think poor Andrei needs his Esso Dane shirt back, because it's his identity. It was a default replacement. Then I found out where to get that outfit and a lot more as custom, and I took the defaults out. I still haven't put the custom versions in, because I'm lazy.

Nah, the Magpies all have DA FLOOO as well. They will need a LOT of Grandma's Comfort Soup.

Poor Ryan, hee hee. He's gonna have to stay there until Anya finishes her LTW, which is about 3 more promotions. I think he's probably going to be invited back home for visits during the Starboingg updates, to see how his kids are growing up.

That, and she's his great-grandmother. But that's okay in the Strapboot family, isn't it? XD

No, thank goodness! She's his great-aunt. Liranda and Adana are half-sisters. Aylatani has kids with 3 guys. Liranda & Zarinda and Maikana (only non-twin) with Phil, Adana & Riana with Garrett, and Ben & Iris with Legolas. Tallulah, Ryan's Mom, is Liranda's daughter. However... Aylatani is his great-grandmother, and I think he has a bolt for her as well. He's just not as obsessed with anyone else as with Adana.

In Sims 1, the head and body were separate parts of the Sim. The head was permanent, and you switched out the whole body when you changed clothes, so it was easy to go from one body-shape to another. There were some custom obese-meshes, that allegedly chairs sank into.

I don't really mind the stupid leotard, but thanks. :)

Since it was Aniya who adopted Prissy, she's considered her mother. Also, off screen Aniya spent some time with her, teaching her home-work and stuff. Ethan isn't in as bad aspiration failure as he used to be, since he's got Adana to cheer him up, but I'd rather that Prissy hung with him when Aniya works nights than with Monrad and Harry.

Carlisle is probably going to suffer tons of indignity. I just had a really terrible idea, but it probably won't work... :(

The Magpies are getting fat, too! Jennifer has learned to make the foods that were cloned from the lobster, including a breakfast calzone, and they're insta-fat bombs. :) Poor Leicester has become a yo-yo dieter.

All the Asylum-Sims were made in Body Shop, so I can easily pack them up and put them in my dropbox.

Glad you liked the update! :D