azaya | Asylum challenge part 2

I have the next couple of parts already played out so they will probably follow soonish! As will Fritters. But for now, asylum.

Let's pick up about where we left off, with Archie and Cuthbert breaking in the asylum's lone double bed. I'm sure you can see where this is going.

So instead let's head downstairs, to observe Florence closely examining the kitchen graffiti.

Mulciber sleeps through her investigation.

Carmilla: I am SO TIRED! 8D

Cuthbert: *eats invisible cookie*

Florence: *judges*

On that note, it would be really rad if you could stop throwing out plates, please, Cuthbert. There's no room in the budget for new ones.

Free momentarily of the piano's gravitational pull, Florence remembers that she is, in fact, a Grilled Cheese sim.

Florence: What opportune timing on my part! Not only is grilled cheese filling and delicious, it will make a much finer face pillow than that charcoal pop tart.

But then the presence of the pop tart on the table messed with Florence's fragile psyche, and she put the sandwiches on the floor and forgot them entirely.

That's an attractive face.

Sorry, I'm just still really pleased with that book default texture. I need to bask.

Archibald. There are six free beds. Six. Take your pick!

Archibald: *chooses the deck chair*

Oszanna: *wanders over to browse the bookshelf*

Thora: *pauses the movie to better bask in the presence of her beloved*

Thora: *checks out the goods*

All of a sudden, everyone discovered that the double bed exists.

No wonder, considering there's some naked canoodling happening not ten feet away.

Mulciber, freshly awakened from his nap on a pop tart, and Carmilla made their way upstairs too.

Florence: Grilled... cheese...

Cuthbert: Oh, Gustav, our sordid romance! It can never be ;~;

Gustav: *notices nothing*

Thora: *just hangs out, you know, nearby*

That must be a really amazing cookbook.

Oszanna: It's Nanny Ogg's The Joye of Snackes.

Oh dear.

I'll bet they are.

The inmates are weirdly functional. I haven't intervened in the lives of anyone but Oz and yet there've been no aspiration failures and no motive failures. I'm baffled, and a little impressed.

Oh good! The exercise bike has been discovered. I smell tragedy like blood on the wind.

Beds: *continue to be scorned*

Thora: *waits patiently to be served mac and cheese*

Empty plate: *spits on her dreams*

I guess the sex was good enough that she doesn't care it's not mac and blood!

Oszanna: *peers*

Coincidence that one of Cuthbert's turn-ons is fitness? Probably not.

Well... fame, maybe. I dunno about the good sim part, though.

Oszanna: *disagrees with me, with her tongue.*

And then looks pretty happy about it.

Gustav: *kind of resembles the zombies with which he is so fascinated*

Mulciber: I AM THE BEST.

Of fucking course Florence earns an invite to the music hobby lot.

Gustav: *wanders creepily by outside in the middle of the night*

Oszanna: I didn't know you could do that with chocolate pudding!

Still reading The Joye of Snackes, are we?

Mac and cheese: *is abandoned*

Cuthbert is becoming increasingly unconcerned with conventional hygiene. His only concession to not eternally smelling like constantly is to occasionally go to the kitchen, shoo out everyone who's trying to eat, and give himself a sponge bath.

Carmilla: You... you haven't actually come to breakfast in your underwear? How uncouth. D8

Archibald: *hears nothing*

Florence: Boy, somebody's in a dark, cloudy mood today.

Thora: *is that somebody*

Also in a stare-y mood, but that's normal. For, you know, Thora.

Gustav: Love your makeup, so zombie chic!

Oszanna: Carmilla is one sexy piece of vampire.

Thora and Mulciber: *swoop the fuck in*

The day: *is saved*

The rule regarding meals in Tempus Fugit is basically 'you snooze, you lose'. Which is how Thora ended up with two breakfasts.

However, Mulciber found a way around it by snoozing into his.

Oz is still working on those skill points. She's maybe a quarter of the way done? Maybe?

What, you ask, does this picture represent? Why, only the first autonomous use of a bed for sleeping in this entire affair! I could've wept tears of happiness at the sight of this. Happy goth tears of darkness.

Oszanna: *is enjoying building logic points!*

Thora: *is enjoying watching Oz.*

Florence: GRILLED... CHEESE...

Gustav: You know what I have a hankering to do right now?

Murder one of your fellow inmates to create a zombie for experimentation and... other things?

Gustav: What? No. Bake ~cookies~

That was my next guess!

Cuthbert: Man, this place rocks. First Gustav bakes me cookies, then my boyfriend gives me a show.

Oszanna: HEY. HEY CARMILLA. HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT A FANTASTIC KISSER I AM?

Oz, stop kissing up to the Romance sim. I mean, stop suc— cut it out. 8|

Oszanna: Huh. We shoulda sold tickets, huh, Thora?

That's not the advisable way to make a free throw, Oz. Unless you happen to be Jackie Moon, I guess.

Not the best way to dive, either. I would not say sports is Oz's strong point. We need those body points, though.

If only Florence could build creativity points for Oz!

Oszanna: Ugh, what was I thinking? That's not how you dive!

No, that was, in fact, a cannonball.

Oszanna: Reflection, you don't think I'm crazy, do you? This is all one big misunderstanding, isn't it?

Oz's reflection: Totally!

Consider the source, bb.

Cuthbert: *gets his flirt on*

Archibald: *is aroused*

Thora: *watches, hoping for tips*

Thora: I just want to make sure Oz never leaves me. Ever. O___O

If it comes to it, I hear it's warmer in the basement.

Gustav: Ugh, really? Oz? But look at her, she's all... not undead with bits rotting off!

Oszanna: But you could be.

And... that's it for now! I realize, after typing this up, that not a whole lot happened this time. Sorry about that! Next time will be better. Promise.

Look, I'll ~~distract~~ entice you with another bat .gif:

Asylum challenge part 2

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