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More doings in Greensward Grey, less Somers-centric this time.
Beginning with an out-of-character placid expression from Cyril Crutchfield.
That's more like it, Cyril.
This and the following picture were posted on GoS, but it's my journal so I can post it again if I want to. This is Sully Crutchfield's bedroom; she rarely comes out of here except for Nintendo 64 deathmatches with her brother. Most of the time she's holed up in her room, writing code, while he does the same except replace 'code' with 'bad novels'.
Cyril's aforementioned novel-writing cave.
Their living room. Cyril has a bit of an obsession with playing cards. Completely unrelated, SilentLucidity's walk through/around blocks are sheer genius.
Dining room, and now you have seen the entirety of their house except for the wee bathrooms and tiny, tiny upstairs hall.
How most of their days are spent, when they're not being recluses upstairs.
Perhaps if you close your eyes real hard the fire will go away, Cyril.
Broadway revival of The Sweetest Little Zombie, starring Lydia Gloaming-Somers.
Cyril is not the only Crutchfield with the asshole gene.
This happened about two sim-hours after they met. Boys worked fast.
Jack and Lydia's youngest (and last, because their house has no room for more), Gitane. I am sort of outgothing myself with this neighborhood and I do. Not. Even. Care.
Oblivious child is oblivious.
Oblivious child is less oblivious than I thought.
Cute, though.
I think this rather speaks for itself, don't you?
Virginia Brinker.
Virginia's bedroom.
Virginia's bathroom. Once again: walk through blocks? ♥♥♥♥
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azaya Spartacus: *judges.*
petitchat: Spartacus: Your techniques for relieving yourself are pitiful at best.
azaya: Spartacus: The superior method is a box, clumping material, and burial.
petitchat: Spartacus: I hope you have been properly shamed into the superior and proper method, ape.
petitchat: Virginia: DON'T LET HIM SEE YOU SWEAT
azaya: Spartacus: Now feed me.
petitchat: Spartacus: And then once you feed me I demand about ten minutes of petting.
azaya: Spartacus: But then I will be done with you for several hours. Suck on that.
petitchat: Virginia: *can't read my - can't read my poker face*
azaya: JHSDFJGJGHFhjgdffhjgdfdsg.
Resurrected Mollie and Baxter? Yes I did.
"Fuck your open sign."
Danny Torpedo, couch boyfriend and owner of the open sign. He runs a club based on the Keensides' business model, that being "put in some entertaining shit, make mac and cheese, lock the private quarters, and leave it open 24/7".
Part of the club (i.e., his living room). The walls are covered in cards because the poker table was over here originally but it fit better in a different spot and I didn't feel like moving the wall decor too.
A rock star in his own mind. He'd like to be the bassist in a psychobilly band, but as yet Greensward Grey doesn't have any like-minded musicians, poor thing.
Sharp learning curve ahead.
Sully: *is as much of a random dick as her brother.*
But a pretty one.
However you interpret this is probably correct.
Jack and Cyril have a serious hatemance going on. I'm not actually sure who started it, all I know is that I enjoy it immensely when they just poke each other back and forth for five sim-hours.
Cyril: *checks out the goods.*
Dread-coiffed Garden Club member whose name escapes me: *flings darts with abandon.*
Virginia: *gets down with her bad self.*
Peter Murphy: *nomnomnoms.*
Lyds: *photobombs.*
Tomorrow I'm off to my uncle's for the weekend to tape mullions and listen to Joy Division out by the lake. See you Monday, dudes.
Beginning with an out-of-character placid expression from Cyril Crutchfield.
That's more like it, Cyril.
This and the following picture were posted on GoS, but it's my journal so I can post it again if I want to. This is Sully Crutchfield's bedroom; she rarely comes out of here except for Nintendo 64 deathmatches with her brother. Most of the time she's holed up in her room, writing code, while he does the same except replace 'code' with 'bad novels'.
Cyril's aforementioned novel-writing cave.
Their living room. Cyril has a bit of an obsession with playing cards. Completely unrelated, SilentLucidity's walk through/around blocks are sheer genius.
Dining room, and now you have seen the entirety of their house except for the wee bathrooms and tiny, tiny upstairs hall.
How most of their days are spent, when they're not being recluses upstairs.
Perhaps if you close your eyes real hard the fire will go away, Cyril.
Broadway revival of The Sweetest Little Zombie, starring Lydia Gloaming-Somers.
Cyril is not the only Crutchfield with the asshole gene.
This happened about two sim-hours after they met. Boys worked fast.
Jack and Lydia's youngest (and last, because their house has no room for more), Gitane. I am sort of outgothing myself with this neighborhood and I do. Not. Even. Care.
Oblivious child is oblivious.
Oblivious child is less oblivious than I thought.
Cute, though.
I think this rather speaks for itself, don't you?
Virginia Brinker.
Virginia's bedroom.
Virginia's bathroom. Once again: walk through blocks? ♥♥♥♥
azaya Spartacus: *judges.*petitchat: Spartacus: Your techniques for relieving yourself are pitiful at best.azaya: Spartacus: The superior method is a box, clumping material, and burial.petitchat: Spartacus: I hope you have been properly shamed into the superior and proper method, ape.petitchat: Virginia: DON'T LET HIM SEE YOU SWEATazaya: Spartacus: Now feed me.petitchat: Spartacus: And then once you feed me I demand about ten minutes of petting. azaya: Spartacus: But then I will be done with you for several hours. Suck on that.petitchat: Virginia: *can't read my - can't read my poker face*azaya: JHSDFJGJGHFhjgdffhjgdfdsg.Resurrected Mollie and Baxter? Yes I did.
"Fuck your open sign."
Danny Torpedo, couch boyfriend and owner of the open sign. He runs a club based on the Keensides' business model, that being "put in some entertaining shit, make mac and cheese, lock the private quarters, and leave it open 24/7".
Part of the club (i.e., his living room). The walls are covered in cards because the poker table was over here originally but it fit better in a different spot and I didn't feel like moving the wall decor too.
A rock star in his own mind. He'd like to be the bassist in a psychobilly band, but as yet Greensward Grey doesn't have any like-minded musicians, poor thing.
Sharp learning curve ahead.
Sully: *is as much of a random dick as her brother.*
But a pretty one.
However you interpret this is probably correct.
Jack and Cyril have a serious hatemance going on. I'm not actually sure who started it, all I know is that I enjoy it immensely when they just poke each other back and forth for five sim-hours.
Cyril: *checks out the goods.*
Dread-coiffed Garden Club member whose name escapes me: *flings darts with abandon.*
Virginia: *gets down with her bad self.*
Peter Murphy: *nomnomnoms.*
Lyds: *photobombs.*
Tomorrow I'm off to my uncle's for the weekend to tape mullions and listen to Joy Division out by the lake. See you Monday, dudes.
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I'm loving all these new lovely simmies. And have fun this weekend! :D
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Sully and Cyril's living room is awesome too; N64 battles for the motherfucking win. And damn, Sully is pretty.
Enjoy your weekend!
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Thank you! Sully is actually Hattie tweaked and made over, I loved her sculpt too much not to reuse it.
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