Welcome to the sixth chapter of Not Quite a Vacation Asylum! Shall we meet our hosts?

ChrisTheS: I don't get it. Not a sign of shoreline anywhere. Dear wife, I have no clue where we've been dropped!

Sarah (aka PurpleBunny): Oh, calm down, Chris! I'm certain we're in Michelle's game, and I've never seen her do anything completely outrageously bad with any of her placeholders! Look, we've got a lovely cabin, a small stream, and very do-able LTWs. Just relax, it's fine.

ChrisTheS: Fine, but I'm keeping an eye out for a mechanical bird that squawks about "Identification, please." That's when we run, you know.

Sarah: Oh, I can imagine it now. She's furnishing the inside as we speak, and we'll have a nice tub for pirating, and bookshelves, and room for a nursery, and a wonderful kitchen! A good computer room and video library too, I suspect. She wants our chapters to keep on coming.

Sarah: I'm hoping for a nice fish tank too.
Chris (sits down to cloud watch): Maybe you're right. It's just the Slightly Paranoid RPGer in me I suppose.

Teenager: Hey, Mom and Dad? Is it okay if I get a job right away? I'd like to rack up some scholarships pretty quickly so I can catch the next ship to college! Oh, that weird guy who came with FreeTime dropped off a computer. I'll run get it set up, no worries!

The two adults quickly stood up.

Sarah: Did you see a teenager that neither of us know run by asking about a job and scholarships?

Chris: Yep. There has to be something wrong. I can't imagine either of us having such responsible offspring.

Sarah: We have GOT to call a family meeting!

You'll find out about the teenager later, folks. For now, let's return to the Asylum!

It's still summer. I kept forgetting to change it when I exited the lot! Really, it was not a cheaty sort of thing, but an honest mistake. Not that the rules cover it at all anymore.

Anyway, many of the residents took advantage of the sunshiney days to fish in the pond. Okay, I made them do it by Asking to Join and then ditching them there, but they do seem to be having fun, right?

Marina: Yay! Pantsfish for dinner tonight!

Orikes: Catfish are really weird-looking, you know.

Brody: Yes, but throw it on a grill and it's weird and tasty!

However, the sims inside seemed to be having a problem with the temperature! SJ, what the heck?

SJ: I was hoping you could tell me! I'm really steamed about this, and I hate lobster jokes!

And he wasn't the only one.

Prof B: Hot... hot... gotta get out of this hair wrap and robe... *whew!*

Hey, you were saying how you wanted to be in more clothes!

This mysterious redness struck Cass as well. Hmm, everyone who was in bed lately...

Cass: Pink does not look good on green, not this way, anyway! DG's gonna freak out.

Sorry, Cass. The only thing I can think is that it's a problem with the roof. But I hate to change it. See you all in a little while so I can go change the seasons, okay?

Cass: Whatever, clicky-person. I'm too hot to care.

Di (visiting again): Did you just say clicky-person? I love that term! It's nice to see a sim acknowledging how important the keyboard controller really is!

Cass: Why, thanks, I think. How are you standing that wool suit, anyway?

Di: Have you seen my regular dress? This is positively casual wear for me.

Doc also dropped in for a chess match.

Doc: So, Brody! You, me, handcuffs, what do you think?

Brody: I think the only time I ever want to be arrested is when I joined the Secret Society. Sorry.

Doc: You really are clueless, aren't you?

Brody: But look! There's a criminal! I'm sure that's the guy who stole your pottery wheel!

Doc: WHERE?!? I'll tear him a new-- wait a second!

Brody: Uh, really, I saw him just outside the.. nonexistent... window... *facepalm*

Doc: I can't beLIEVE it, Brody! Did you really think I'd fall for such an obvious bluff? My gosh, why do I even TRY to have a civil game with you?

Brody: Because you'd try the same thing if you had fewer nice points?

Doc: Well, yeah, I suppose I would.

Di: It doesn't hurt that he's totally dreamy, either!

Orikes: Di, I really like you, but step farther away from the chess board, please!

Doc: Enough of this. I can get cheated well enough in my own neighborhood, thankyouverymuch.

Brody: Aww! Don't leave on my account!

Doc: It's also a bladder thing, Brody. SJ and the Prof are making out in front of the stall and I've had just a bit too much espresso today.

See what I mean? I'd have to make a bathroom that's half the size of the house to keep my sanity around here!

Michelle: 'Scuse me, guys, but it's time to fix the tub again. I'm tired of the flooding.

SJ: Enjoying the view, Bro?
Brody: Totally.

Repairs didn't quite give me a skill point, so I settled in once more with a textbook. As usual, the residents couldn't leave me alone.

Cass: So, Michelle! I'm thinking of pretending that tomorrow is DG's birthday and buying him a big vat of chocolate-scented oil! What do you think?

Michelle: Cass, I'm thinking I need to teach you the meaning of TMI. I don't mind what you do with my son, as long as you spare me the details, okay?

Cass: So it's okay that I used your credit card to buy a vibrating heart bed?

Michelle: WHAT?!?




(no, I haven't installed Apartment Life yet. But you just know Cass will want one of those beds when I do!)

Brody doesn't know when to quit.

Brody: Hey, Voice! Look! It's Heather, and she's not zombified anymore! What do we do?

Orikes: Where?

Brody: Oh, she just walked past the window. You barely missed her! I guess she doesn't know I'm in here.

Orikes: Oh, you're too cute to be bad. I'm afraid it couldn't be Heather, sweetie, but it's so nice that you still think of her even here!

Brody: ... Yeah, nice.

Brody: Now I'm afraid I really have to get to bed! (before I bust a gut laughing in my pseudo-girlfriend's face, anyway!)

Orikes: Yes, tuck on into bed. Thanks for the Gaming Enthusiasm!

SJ: Hey, brother! Congrats on getting into that Hobby club!

Cass: Thanks, Spider! Congrats on Making Out!

SJ: Why, thank you! Congrats on Falling in Love!

Cass: Yeah, that was great, wasn't it? Congrats on--

They do this for HOURS on end. One or the other will yell about some Needs distress, and then go back to the mutual back-patting. *head-desk*

DG: Mr. Vetinari, might I point out that you are laying down in my mother's bed?

SJ: Yep! It smells like her! Hey, what am I gonna do? There's no double bed for me and the prof, okay, so I make do!

DG: Oh, I'll be glad to get out of here...

Those two don't have a whole lot of interaction yet.

You know, guys, it kind of defeats the purpose if my visitors only interact with each other...

Julien Cooke: So, I am zee placeholder for Chapter Quatre. Et vous?

Doc: Two! Check and Mate as well, chef-boy.

While I was getting Julien to perma-plat (yeah, I know, I spoil my placeholders), he became my first sim to receive a Genie Lamp! So, once all this is over, I'll probably have him gift it to me to take care of any problem LTWs or other inconveniences. Hmm, maybe I should befriend Luis Aspir too!

Orikes: Waagh! I don't have a bubbleblower! (Is anyone looking at me? Anyone at all wanna pity me and ask me out on a date?)

Marina: You should try skilling, Ori. Keeps me happy!

Orikes: Grrrr...

Cass: Ha! That was a good hit, DG. Thanks for pillow time!

DG: It is my pleasure, Cassidy. It keeps me from my melancholy yearnings, however, so I shall take my leave and retreat for some quality tub-pirating time.

Di: Can I just say, you two are so sweet together! Cass, you should visit me more in Regalton, all right?

Cass: Travel? Oooh! Goody!