randomsushi | Jocque

Over to the Jocques. They don’t get an exclamation mark, partly because Violet is the only interesting one and she leaves for college halfway through the round, and partly because this is the second time I’ve had to write this up and I’m bitter.

OK, now that’s interest-
Marcel: Changed my mind.
Fuck sake, Marcel.

The ladies do a little skilling before Violet goes to school.

Playing endless catch doesn’t make you any more interesting.

So I’m going to watch Violet play pool instead.
Violet: Gonna hustle my way through college.

Sophia: There, I’m riding the muderbike, happy?
But did you die? No.

Violet wanted to go out with Dirk, so I let her.

Violet: Some extra seasoning for you, dad.

Plenty of other people work in Oceanography, but Sophia continues to tease me by bringing Lazlo home every day and doesn’t even have the decency to make a move on him.

Lazlo: Honestly, I’m just here for the booze.

Lazlo: HACK HACK COUGH COUGH COUGH.
Oh, right, I forgot you had flu.

Sophia: Keep a distance of two metres away until my husband gets home and makes soup.

And then Marcel brought home Chloe. Chloe, who also has flu.
Chloe: Yes, that’s how contagious diseases work.
You can tell no-one in government has ever played this game.

Sophia: Not moving until you’re all cured and not shedding flu markers.

You better be leaving because you’re cured.

Fuck sake Marcel.

Unfortunately, it took so long for him to cure himself, he was still awake when Violet tried to sneak out.

Damn, chill dude, she’ll be a young adult in like, two days.
Marcel: And when she is, then she can sneak out.

You could kill him. I wouldn’t object.

Violet: Gotta admit, it’s pretty tempting.

Yay, Sophia’s only one promotion away from achieving her LTW!
Boo, Sophia doesn’t have work now until the next damn round.

So, in the last round, Violet had a bit of a thing going on with Pascal, which is a lot more creepy now he has a son the same age as her. So I sent her out to find some guys her own age, and would you look at that, she has three bolts with Xander Roth here!

Xander: I can’t believe you dated a guy who got probed by aliens, that’s so gross. Have you heard what they do to your butt!?
Bit judgy of you, Xander.

Violet: Don’t mind me.
Marcel: We do mind. A lot.

Do it, coward.
Marcel: Changed my mind.

The autonomous repair mod works! I didn’t even know that microwave was broken.

Sophia: A drink, to celebrate.

Sophia: But it’s also important to stay healthy.

Marcel and Elizabeth: Mmm, sexy!

DO IT, COWARD.

Marcel: What if I just do my wife instead?
UGH, fine.

Marcel: Yippee!

Some interesting scholarships for Violet.

I let her take the next day off school (and accidentally cost her the good grades one, oops) and let her mosey around Downtown.
Violet: Do you want me to call an ambulance for when you start to freeze to death?

And then it’s time for her to head off to college.

Sophia has got all the skills she needs for her final promotion and I’m definitely not in the mood to watch her pootle around the house all day, so I sent her off to Belladonna Cove.

Sophia: Oh, hi, I think my daughter’s in your dorm.
Angela: That’s nice.

Time to see if my ‘actually jog when you leave the lot to go jogging’ mod works.
It does.

Then I invited Violet back to give her the silver bar I’d forgotten to put in her inventory before she left.
Violet: Wow, that’s so sweet! Although I was totally planning on moving back home after I graduate.

Violet: Gotta keep my skills up for that scholarship.
I think you’re good.
Violet: Yeah, but like, just in case.

Marcel: Gosh, there’s a real chill in the air. Wanna warm me up?
Sophia: Sure!

Violet: Wow, I came out here to pick up my hot tub and you guys are just gonna bang in it?
Marcel: We sure are!

You can’t just replace food with alcohol.
Marcel: Watch me.
You have food in the oven.
Marcel: Oops, look at the time, gotta go to work, bye!

Sophia: Fuck sake, Marcel.
Although to be honest, it is one of the more interesting things he’s done.

Sophia wanted to become friends with the other Jill Smith, so I let her invite her over.

If you starve to death because you’d rather raid the bar, I will let it happen.

Or you could do that instead.

They both had the day off, so I sent them on a date.
Sophia: Damn, Marcel, what have you been eating?
Marcel: Just smoothies, my sweet.
A margarita is not a smoothie, Marcel.