Home for the Mentally Non-Conforming. Part 1.

[tigeranne]

Here are some of the inma... err, house mates of Ashmoore-on-Bree Home for the Mentally Non-Conforming. Located in a renovated manor-house, this is one of the most modern treatment facilities for Sims who are... differently perceiving. I was going to build them a smallish, functional modern facility, but instead ended up with a pseudo-Victorian mostrosity. That's why there are twice as many... err, inhabitants as usual. And also because TigerAnne knows no moderation.


Let's meet our new friends, shall we? This young lady is Billy Pool. She's bright, charming and friendly, but suffers from a severe phobia of peas. Upon encountering one, she will collapse in a fetal position and scream incoherently. Yellow, green, dried, frozen, mashed - it's all the same. Even hearing the word can ruin her day. In a society as obsessed with peas as ours, it's not easy to be Billy. She's now seeking therapy for her impairment.

(No, but really... it would suck to have this phobia in real life!)


This is Guinevere Tempest. Similar to Billy, she's having serious reactions to everyday occurrences, but in her case it's bad grammar and spelling that sends her reeling. She literally passes out cold when people say "would of", "definately" (Yes, she can hear the difference!) or "irregardless". It's not because she's an obnoxious grammar-nazi. She's got a condition known as Grammarnosis, that's hard-wired into the brain and only treatable by a risky surgical procedure that's still in it's embryonic stage. Since bad grammar is even more prevailent than peas, Guinevere needs a safe environment in today's world.


Sir Alfred Craysea was born as Dylan Jackson. Something happened to him at the Ren-Fair.


The lovely Sierra Steel, a compulsive liar. Her life-story gets more elaborate and dramatic for every time she tells it.


Monrad Fimp, formerly known as the weird guy Milena and Henry "study" with their telescopes, who has mercifully been taken into care.


Jarvis Wilburn. He's suffering from amnesia, and can't remember anything that's happened since 1990. His taste in clothes, music and entertainment has reverted back to the status quo of 24 years ago, and mysteriously he also seems to have gotten physically younger. He's a strange case, indeed. His oldest daughter is in the facility with him, as a part of his therapy. Jarvis, however, struggles to come to terms with the idea that he's got a teenaged daughter, since he's only 20 himself...


Jerica Wilburn, Jarvis' daughter, is 16 years old. She was the only one in the family who was willing to help out with Jarvis' therapy, because his reverse-aging scares his wife, parents and siblings too much, and his other two children are too young. Thinking that the year of 1990 is the key to the mystery, the doctors have suggested that she emulates the style of the periode, in hopes that it will trigger some sort of recognition in her father.


Andrei Falconridge. He's got severe Obsessive Disobedience Disorder, and likes to pick fights with everyone who strikes him as having authority. Apart from that, he's a really nice guy.


Petunia Picket-White is a very respectable lady of impeccable social standing. She's famous for her weed-free garden, and her charity work for the Garden Club. Her husband has a very responsible job at a large accouting firm, and doesn't have time to visit her at her stately country home so often. He'd be appalled if he saw the kind of ruffians she's been forced by the communist government to take in as lodgers.


Jonathanael Nightinsparrow is really called David something, but everyone calls him Nathan. He grew up wanting to become a professor of mathematics or economics, but his father would not hear of it, and forced him to join a heavy metal band instead. One night he had a meltdown on stage, where he started reciting the complete works of Pythagoras.


Jolene Carmichael has been seen before, on my Sims 3 blog. She's here to infiltrate, and her father is eagerly avaiting her reports about what sort of plans the whackos have for World Dominance.


Another Sims 3 character has also made her way over. This is Melody Ferral... uh, Farrel, who was pretty crazy to begin with. But we don't say "crazy" here. She's differently perceiving. Right now she's perceiving that she's a forest fairy.


Ethan Sutherland, who did a couple of cameos with the Athertons. He suffers from Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness. Whenever he tries to say anything at all, he's forced to do it with as many long, obscure foreign words as possible. Quite often he doesn't know any words acceptable by his mental condition at all, and as such he tends to mostly shut up. He's best kept far from Guinevere.


Harry Valencia, also an old friend from Sims 3. This version is much closer to what I had in mind when I first made him as Peggy Doris' useless boyfriend. You really don't want to know what he's in for.


This raver-guy, who Douglas once met at Lucky Shack, is Spartacus Jasper. One day he got some new types of pills from an open-minded friend, and now he can see the whole history of the Universe all at one time! Of course, a human is not made for that sort of knowledge, so Spartacus is now medicated on a lot of more well-documented pills, to help him cope. Notice he's got white hair, it's not coincidental! So kids, don't try new kinds of pills that your friends give you, because you might end up seeing the sort of things Spartacus did.


And finally, the person in charge of keeping this assorted group of individuals alive and happy. Meet Aniya Corlin. She's 23 years old, Popularity aspiration, and has a LTW of becoming a world-famous dancer.


Henry: Durrr hurrr can I live here?

Aniya: I'm sorry, Mr. Atherton, but we've got a very long waiting list. This is the nation's top facility.


Go home, Henry! Monrad's in there for a reason.


Delicious sausages with potato salad. Very fitting institutional food!

Petunia: It's so hard to get a decent cook these days. I used to have one who could make Lobster Thermidor.

Billy: What's the green stuff in the potato salad? I don't trust Sierra when she says it's leek.


Uh, Andrei... that's not the smartest thing to do right after eating.


Well, at least he's had supper, so he's not really in any danger.


Don't worry, he's just taking a nap.


Harry, if Petunia catches you doing that..!


Sierra: I love how you negociated that we could have vending machines here, Aniya! By the way, be really careful if the soda gets stuck, and don't try to pry it out. My uncle Fred did that, and he got sucked into the machine and disappeared. Like, right in front of my three cousins and all. When they opened it up, he wasn't in there. It happens to five people every year.

Yeah, you'd think that the vending machines would help keep the inmates alive. Wrong! Since they're technically controllable, they never buy anything autonomously. They just stand there browsing while getting hungrier and hungrier. >:)


Forest Fairies are wiley little creatures.


Billy: I think some of the people who live here are aliens.

Jolene: That's probably true. Or they could be gnomes. I met a lot of those when I was in college!


Billy: When I get over my fear of p-p-p-p-p... I'm going to pursue my dream of becoming the world's best female Sumo wrestler.

Jolene: That's so cool! I wish I could be carefree about my figure like that! By the way, I don't think they eat you-know-what in Japan.

Billy: Yes they do. They call it wasabi, and... excuse me, I need to go lie down.


Jolene: Let's play catch, so you'll forget about it. Oh, hi there, Henry.

Henry: My goodness, you're ugly!


If she wants that LTW, she'll need to skill up.


Petunia: I've won many prestigious prizes for my Spanish Daisies, but they can not even hold a candle to my roses...


Melody: It's almost midnight. I need to go commune with nature.


Jerica: It's no use, Mr. Atherton. We can't take you in right now.


Jolene: "Paint your self-image", TROLLOLOL! I'll tell them this is Henry's fault!


I think someone ought to check on Monrad. Flies usually don't swarm living people like that.


He can be nice when he wants to. Or rather, when he gets hungry.


Melody: I'm certified, you know! Got a piece of paper where it says I'm real Fair Folk!

Sierra: I've been all over. I used to be a reporter for New York Times, so I've traveled a LOT!

Not sure if it's the harsh, white lightning in the dining room, but Melody's supposed to be much darker tan than she looks here.


Guinevere: It's best to just ignore him...

I just feel like informing you that there are six shower-stalls for each gender.


First asylum fire!


First nervous breakdown goes to... Aniya! (Although Guinevere was having a syncronized one nearby.)


Aniya: BWRRWBBWRBRBWBWBWWBBWWRRRWBRBWBW!


Guinevere: Her incoherent rambling! I can feel my braincells eloping!


Jarvis: So many weirdos in here! 2014... pff!


Shrink: Guten Tag, Fraulein! Ich bin Doctor Kopfschmertzen, and Ich bin here to help Zie.

Aniya: Lalalaa... The wheels on the bus go to Old McDonald's faaaaarm...


Shrink: Mein Goodnezz, Zie iz very beknackt! Ve need to hypnotize Zie back to Kinderhood, to relive Ihre traumatische Experiencez.

5 minutes later...


Shrink: Now zat Zie remember all ze Anger and Zorn towards Ihre Mutter, Zie iz zane again. Auf Wiedersehen!

Aniya: Guh!


Guinevere: Goodbye, Doctor Geisteskrankheit. Next time I hope you've learned grammatically correct English!


Aniya: I can't believe the Shrink came to see me!


Guinevere: I can't believe he didn't do anything about Monrad! BTW... Aniya, were you talking to a ghost just now?


Oh, and look who Jerica brought home from school.

Oliver: And I thought things were wild over at our place.


Awww, Jerica... Way to make a first impression!


Huzzah! She's doing homework!


Maybe I ought to get the Athertons a Mahjong table. Oliver needs some interests besides SSX3 and fighting with Wilandra.


That pee's going to be nice and cold by the time Harry wakes up and puts his feet in it.


Petunia: For goodness' sake, Andrei. Use a toilet! I can sense you exploding behind me!


Petunia: I'll tell you... These people are worse than my old neighbour Betty. And where has that silly servant girl gone off to?


Oh wow. Look at those flames in there! This is one hateful punch-out!


Harry and Petunia: You show the punk, Sir Alfred!

Jolene: Alfred's a gnome! He's got an evil plan!


Nathan: BOOO HOO HOO HARRY'S JUNK BOOO HOOOOOO!


Sir Alfred: I know where the dragon has hidden all its loot. It's a treasure never seen before by human eyes. I will go on an expedition to retreive it as soon as I've gotten together a brotherhood of twelve dwarves, a short homebody and a wizard.


Look at this, she's finally been committed. Actually, no. She's just visiting Jerica.




She showed the dance sphere who was boss, at least.


Jolene: Oh mister Darcy, I can't believe you've come all this way to be with me! (Hee hee, I'm just pretending so people won't be suspicious.)


Those vending machines are so convenient, are they not?


Or maybe it's just Spartacus who's not the sharpest knife in the kitchen.


Aniya: Wow, that girl was very crazy!


Balin: Boo?


It's getting colder.


Hi there! That's three out of four Atherton teens coming home with Jerica.


Poor Aniya. Being Petunia's servant is a hard life.


Just a random smustle-line. Pay not attention to the guys eating festering sausages in the kitchen.


A whole park to recreate themselves in, and they all cramp together in the walkway.


Petunia: I am so sick and tired of your attitude! Someone needs to teach you some basic manners, boy!

Andrei: You're not my real mother!


Petunia: Now look what you've done. You've made the pansy-boy cry, you scruffy chav!

Sir Alfred: Actually, that would be my doing. The peasants need to realize they can't socialize with nobility.


Petunia: Why did no one inform me that I had a poppy seed between my front teeth? Being so humiliated in front of representatives of the lower social classes..!


Andrei: I've decided I don't like you, you wicked stepmother-person-type!


Petunia: A-booo-hooo-hoooo! Why is this ruffian being allowed to treat me like this? I'm a person of notably high standing! I've won the Ladies' Quilting Competition twice, and I drink the same brand of tea as the Queen's cousin!


Petunia: If no one else is going to dicipline you boy, then I surely will!

Andrei: Owwww! Leave some of my nose in my face, at least!


Oh look at the chivallery here! Sir Alfred is cheering for Andrei.


Andrei: Andrei Falconridge obeys no authority! He's nobody's underling!

Petunia: I will write to the President, and have you removed from my home! You'll spend the next two years in a dark-cell, mark my words!


Spartacus: Oh, now it's happened again. Ever since the disco-incident, I've had the ability to intercept the brainwaves of sleeping people and animals, and make them love me unconditionally. It's very sweet with dogs and horses, but this here is Harry...


This is sure to remind him of his best date ever.


Sir Alfred: (Squeaky voice) Help! Help! I'm a beautiful maiden held hostage by an evil wizard! Please save me! (Normal voice) I'm coming, my butterfly. No evil magic can stop the love we're meant to share!

Jolene: I bet he became like this after having a final exam in Communications.


I finally got around to furnishing the lounge. :P




No offense, Petunia, but perhaps you ought to aggrevate someone more your own size, like Melody.


The Secret Chef breached the tight security to offer Aniya a place in a cooking contest.


Billy just found out that the graphic on her cardigan is meant to be pea-blossoms.


Okay... How does anyone get fat in an asylum challenge? Aniya, you're feeding them too much.


Aniya finally got into the dance career. :) I'm cheating again and playing with aging off, so eventually she'll reach her LTW. How many of her charges have offed themselves stupidly in the mean time is another matter completely.


Billy: Have you heard that story about the vending machines?


Andrei: Yeah, it's just hogwash. But did you know that five people in Simerica are killed by falling pianos while cloudwatching, every year?


The pool has not been extremely popular, but Sierra got a couple of skill points from it.


And Jarvis seems to have regressed back to preschool.

Jarvis: Jammies wet. :( New nappy!


Okay! Hope you've enjoyed this introduction to Aniya and her roomies. This all happened ages ago, long before the prettacy was even an idea, but I didn't know where I had saved some of the pictures and stuff. So yeah, more asylum is coming, but I want to get a bit further through my ever longer backlog before playing them again. Next up is the ISBI. ;)