Piccadilly Line - Episode One

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Sorry for the lack of updates, but I have just moved house. It was chaos. We couldn't use the oven for three days, the washing machine got plumbed into a blocked pipe and one of the cats went missing. But now we're sort-of-organised, so it's time for another Asylum Challenge! I had tons of fun doing the last one, but saddened that the screenap program failed to capture my epic failure.

I'll be making a few changes with this challenge. The biggest change is, I am using a fire alarm. Yes, it's breaking the rules. But all seven of my previous inmates died from either fire, or bottomed-out moods from being caught in fires. In addition, I'm using the same building, which means we have the graves of seven sims who died horribly. I'm sure there'll be no shortage of ghosts to suck down the motives of my new inmates.



So, meet the Picadilly Line. Yeah, we're continuing with the Underground names. I like the Underground.


First up is my playable, Covent Garden. Isn't she pretty? She's an Aries, and her LTW is to Become General.


Next is Arsenal. He's a Gemini.


This is Oakwood. She's another Aries with some cute Minnie Mouse ears going on there.


This surly-looking youth is Osterley. He's yet another Aries. I rolled that one a fair few times. :(


This pretty gal is Piccadilly Circus. Yeah, that means her name is Piccadilly Circus Piccadilly Line, but I had to name one of them after the line. ^^ She's a Virgo.


This is Heathrow. I'm not entirely sure what's up with his arms. He's also a Virgo.


Next is Knightsbridge. She's a Libra gal.


And finally, Cockfosters. Yet another Aries. He's a bit emo. Possibly because his name is Cockfosters. Lol. Cockfosters. XD I'm so mature.

So, when Angel Northern Line escaped the asylum some time ago, she walked out with all the furniture and fixtures. The NHS tried to remodel, you can see the safety notices left from when renovations were taking place. Plus a lot of pipes and wires. But funds ran out because they had to spend the budget on the swine flu vaccine. So it's got a rather decrepit air about it now. But it IS a haunted asylum.


Oakwood makes a beeline for the piano.


Meanwhile, I have a sneaky peep online to see what skills Covent Garden will need for her job. It'll take a lot of body, so I send her out to play in the dance sphere. It might be breaking the rules because they have a TV, but if you're allowed a bookcase despite the fact that TV increases cooking, I figure I can have a bodybuilding machine. Plus she bitched and whined when I sent her to work out there because the sofa was in the way.




I wonder if the sphere was such a good idea though. She sucks.





She really sucks.


And I can see her having problems actually getting to use it. Everyone wants a go on that thing. Including me. It looks like a lot of fun.


She and Piccadilly start chatting while Heathrow allows himself to be flung all over the place.


Hug time nao!



And a pillow fight.




They're not the only ones pillow fighting, Osterley and Arsenal are having a whale of a time beating the feathers out of each other.


Oakwood has creativity points.



Knightsbridge and Heathrow are punching each other. In a good way.


Oh hey, the paper has arrived. I've decided if her job isn't there, she's gonna stay home and build skills instead of working a duff job for a week and refusing to look for a new one like SOMEONE did.


Happily, the very first job posted is Military. Yay!


Oooh, visitors!


Osterley and Arsenal don't care.


The visitors are from the Docklands Light Railway, a family I made when I realised it would be tough to make friends when no-one else lives in the 'hood. My four year old daughter designed the boys and she loved the skin and hair so much, she used it on three of them. Anyway.


Oakwood's rockin' piano skills earn her some pennies from Limehouse. Or possibly Royal Albert.


Canary Wharf coughs up some cash too.


Also Cockfosters.



I send Covent Garden out to meet n' greet them. I figure she doesn't have to get too chummy with them now, I'll make her call them on the phone when her social plummets.


Er, you aren't going to make friends with Canary Wharf if you keep booing at her!


I think Covent Garden is secretly jealous because Canary Wharf has managed to stay in the sphere for longer than she's ever managed. Perhaps it's because Canary Wharf isn't wearing silly little heels?


Heathrow does the washing up.


Moar monies for Oakwood. She seems to be putting out some decent music. As so she should, she's been sat there all day.


Osterley and Arsenal are still refusing to socialise with anyone else.



More money! From Piccadilly this time.


Covent Garden likes Canary Wharf a lot better now she's stopped hogging the sphere.


LOLWHUT?



OK guys, you're going to have to talk to other people at some point, you know that, right?



Right, Covent Garden has done enough chatting. I send her back to the sphere to get those body points.


Oakwood gains another creativity point.





Covent has yet to gain a body point. Because she SUCKS.


I made Covent serve jelly. Not only is it quick to make, it doesn't go bad for ages. Yay for jelly!



And then it's back out to the sphere. Aaaand finally she scores a body point! Woo!


Oakwood is still on the damn piano.


And crap, return of the flu! That's because when I made the DLR family, some of the Northern Line went to greet them and promptly infected them. So now they've infected my new family. Bugger.


While everyone else is ocupied, I send Convent up to bed. She's not particulary sleepy, but she has to be at work at 6am and I don't want everyone else to nab beds and leave her to pass out on the floor.


Cockfosters shoos twins from the bathroom.


There's some dinner and chatting...




And suddenly, the party moves to the bathroom. Everyone has to pee!


Except for Oakwood, who's still banging out the tunes.





But finally, she stops to check out her tips. 90 simoleons, awesome!



Then everybody stops. It's like Torchwood. I actually checked to make sure free will was on because they just stood there for ages, all "WE WANT A PONY. WE WANT A PONY."


Then Oakwood started whining that she was hungry.



Shut up and go get some damn food. You have free will.



Oh dear, Arsenal needs to pee. But the bathroom is still the hottest place to be and he can't get in.



Oooh, Covent is awake. And she is PUMPED!


And needs to pee. So I send her down to annoy Knightsbridge so she can hop on before Arsenal gets his foot in the door.


"Wah, feed me!"


Yay, my cunning plan worked. :D


OH WAIT! WHAT'S THAT? It's one of my previous inmates! That chick is Borough Northern Line, who sadly perished from hunger.


Oakwood finally realised I wasn't going to feed her and headed for the kitchen.


Meanwhile, I am amazed at Arsenal's bladder control.


And Borough formaly introduced herself to Knightsbridge.


Thankfully Arsenal makes it to the toilet before she can say hi to him too.


And we're joined by another ghost. This is Hampstead, who died in one of my many kitchen fires.


Borough raids the fridge.


While Hampstead just gets angry.




And then we get some kind of possession going on. It's quite bizarre.


But finally Borough gets bored of trying to use Covent's body to sample food, and heads off to scare Canary Wharf.



I don't know what Oakwood's whining about this time. Maybe someone forgot to flush.



Ghost scares for Arsenal and Heathrow.




And before Heathrow has even recovered from the shock, Piccadilly whips out a mop and starts cleaning up after him.


But while ghost invasions are amusing and all, Covent still needs to work on her skills, so I send her off to swot up on Mehanical.


I'll bet Borough wishes they'd had a dance sphere when she was alive.


Canary Wharf gets spooked again.


Yay, Covent has mad skilz.


Heathrow gets scared.



Covent is deeply unamused at being sent to clean. But her housemates are too busy being scared by spooks to do anything useful.


The Docklands Light Railway don't escape the hauntings either.



Eh, anyway, lets see if Covent can get another body skill.


That'll be a no.



The dishwasher is broked, so as the only housemate with mechanical skill - plus the only one I can control - I send Covent to fix it.




It goes fine. For a while.





Ooopsie daisy.



Piccadilly runs to look and is promptly spooked. And soaked. I hope the puddle doesn't spread and cause any more electrocutions.



Electrocution burned away Covent's clothes and gave her a snazzy new hairdo. Oh yeah, and cut her mood in half. So I send her off to dinner.


Then for a shower.



Meanwhile, all the beds are taken and Oakwood is tired. She resorts to caffiene.


It doesn't work.


But Covent does. So as she heads off to climb that career ladder, I decide to end this update.

Comments

[simsinthecity.livejournal.com]

I still love the naming scheme :D

No one died! I'm hoping this one will turn out better. But I think the Northern Line is scheming to make sure that won't happen — retri-FLU-tion time!

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[sushigal007.livejournal.com]

I'm glad no-one's dead yet, but I get the feeling the ghosts want some of the household to join them!