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Well, haven't quite solved the Box issue yet. I have not yet gone through and replaced the links, and honestly I probably won't because I am a lazy boots, but if there's something you particularly want just give me a holler and I will toss it on sendspace or Mediafire for you! In the meantime, let me distract you with some pictures.
Edit: For those of you after Pooklet's stuff, please see their entry on the subject about how you can help us out, or if you can't wait a couple more days, how to get the goods now.
Shy-sim dancing may be among my favorite animations in the game. Not telling.
Maybe if you didn't spend so much time ~*FINANCIALLY CONSULTING*~ you wouldn't have carpal tunnel, Jack.
People who think playing on the swings, in the rain, while wearing a pencil skirt is a good idea: Virginia Brinker.
The hatemance continues. Once she got over her uncontrollable rage brought on by the sight of his face, Jack was probably quite amused by Cyril's unfortunate makeover. I was.
Three-quarters of the upstairs of Danny's house, the other quarter being the bathroom and the wee dangerous patio on which he grills. He spends most of his life downstairs playing bass or poker, but I am fond of the decorating up here.
Whenever Cyril decides to nap on that couch, Sully makes it her business to make a shitload of noise until he wakes up. Cast from the same (dickish) mold, those two.
Perhaps why Cyril spends so much of his time at Danny's, drinking espresso and pondering the beer bottles. Or maybe because Danny likes to snog his face off. Your guess is as good as mine.
Well, that's one way to get tips.
To say that Sully is pleased that her asshole brother finally moved out would be a tremendous understatement.
At some point, Lydia's hair changed.
I can't recall whether I introduced Hamburgers or not. In case I didn't, he began life as a townie (made by me, as all my townies are because I am a control freak), but now he lives with Virginia. He and Spartacus have a rad bromance going; I am pretty sure they are planning some sort of anarchy together.
Yeah, Mollie, if someone tried to kick me in the vagina I wouldn't make a happy face either. In fact I would probably leave. Why haven't you?
...oic. What the hell, Sully, you're not even a romance sim.
No reason. I just think she is an especially pretty zombie.
In true Cyril fashion, when he went to start shit with Jack he made sure to do it in a way that would inconvenience as many people as possible, perhaps why he looks so damn gleeful there. That toilet stall they're poking each other in front of is the only public toilet on the lot, and as is their modus operandi, they stood there and poked each other for four hours, causing roughly half the visitors in the club to wet themselves. Cyril looked markedly less pleased when I sent him to mop up each and every puddle.
Still a rock star in his own mind. Someday I'll make him some like-minded musicians so he can have a proper band, but in the meantime I imagine he'll just continue to shill for tips at his club.
Clancy: On my home world, spewing partially-masticated comestibles in someone else's face is considered rude.
It is here too, but you're in the wrong neighborhood if you expect anyone to care, darling.
I am pretty sure I make this very face when I try to dance IRL, unless I'm washing the windows.
Virginia: *reconsiders this whole engagement thing.*
Skirts I love, can you guess which they are?
Other things I like: customer animations.
Things Cyril does not like: broken showers that defy him.
I still miss Kingfisher Green quite badly, but Greensward Grey is growing on me.
Edit: For those of you after Pooklet's stuff, please see their entry on the subject about how you can help us out, or if you can't wait a couple more days, how to get the goods now.
Shy-sim dancing may be among my favorite animations in the game. Not telling.
Maybe if you didn't spend so much time ~*FINANCIALLY CONSULTING*~ you wouldn't have carpal tunnel, Jack.
People who think playing on the swings, in the rain, while wearing a pencil skirt is a good idea: Virginia Brinker.
The hatemance continues. Once she got over her uncontrollable rage brought on by the sight of his face, Jack was probably quite amused by Cyril's unfortunate makeover. I was.
Three-quarters of the upstairs of Danny's house, the other quarter being the bathroom and the wee dangerous patio on which he grills. He spends most of his life downstairs playing bass or poker, but I am fond of the decorating up here.
Whenever Cyril decides to nap on that couch, Sully makes it her business to make a shitload of noise until he wakes up. Cast from the same (dickish) mold, those two.
Perhaps why Cyril spends so much of his time at Danny's, drinking espresso and pondering the beer bottles. Or maybe because Danny likes to snog his face off. Your guess is as good as mine.
Well, that's one way to get tips.
To say that Sully is pleased that her asshole brother finally moved out would be a tremendous understatement.
At some point, Lydia's hair changed.
I can't recall whether I introduced Hamburgers or not. In case I didn't, he began life as a townie (made by me, as all my townies are because I am a control freak), but now he lives with Virginia. He and Spartacus have a rad bromance going; I am pretty sure they are planning some sort of anarchy together.
Yeah, Mollie, if someone tried to kick me in the vagina I wouldn't make a happy face either. In fact I would probably leave. Why haven't you?
...oic. What the hell, Sully, you're not even a romance sim.
No reason. I just think she is an especially pretty zombie.
In true Cyril fashion, when he went to start shit with Jack he made sure to do it in a way that would inconvenience as many people as possible, perhaps why he looks so damn gleeful there. That toilet stall they're poking each other in front of is the only public toilet on the lot, and as is their modus operandi, they stood there and poked each other for four hours, causing roughly half the visitors in the club to wet themselves. Cyril looked markedly less pleased when I sent him to mop up each and every puddle.
Still a rock star in his own mind. Someday I'll make him some like-minded musicians so he can have a proper band, but in the meantime I imagine he'll just continue to shill for tips at his club.
Clancy: On my home world, spewing partially-masticated comestibles in someone else's face is considered rude.
It is here too, but you're in the wrong neighborhood if you expect anyone to care, darling.
I am pretty sure I make this very face when I try to dance IRL, unless I'm washing the windows.
Virginia: *reconsiders this whole engagement thing.*
Skirts I love, can you guess which they are?
Other things I like: customer animations.
Things Cyril does not like: broken showers that defy him.
I still miss Kingfisher Green quite badly, but Greensward Grey is growing on me.
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http://pix.imagehut.net/i/0/qgpQKKyr/36645416504138771609.png
hell yes it does
http://pix.imagehut.net/i/0/lSKn04gT/97349755889891052531.png
that. um. I. yeah, stealing that idea.
http://pix.imagehut.net/i/0/fvho77pJ/19148657211346966530.png
jack: *fucking LURKS*
http://pix.imagehut.net/i/0/0rzw06Bq/77007163475962365338.png
WINDOW WASHING :DDDDDDD (we are going to do so much window washing at ~the ball~ oh man)
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(so much window washing omg. and if we get really ambitious maybe we can test the scratching post too.)
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(WHOA. WHOA. LET'S NOT GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES HERE.)
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(SHE'S LUNGING AT ME TO THE BEAT OF THIS SONG AGAIN, WHAT THE BLITHERING FUCK)
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(I may or may not have left this tab open for the great part of the night so as to compare her lunging to the beat of various songs! You can prove NOTHING!)
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That tiny patio with the grill is BRILLIANT. Consider the idea stolen.
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