Day Two

Jack finishes his meal and heads for bed. He's looking a bit perturbed here because he just found a malteaser despite there being no malteasers in the house. Mysterious.



Pyke soon gives up the piano, checks her tips jar and moans disgustedly at the poor scrapings her din has somehow rewarded her. She tucks her self in and is soon asleep. Ah, bless.



Nooreen is the last housemate to succumb to somnolence. Before she does so though, she removes her glasses to reveal the scariest eyes in all history. They LOOK INTO YOUR SOUL. At least her pyjamas match the bedroom.



'PYKE... THIS IS RUPERT... CAN YOU HEAR ME?'

'Rupert... what... what's going on?'

'I AM NO MERE CAT... I AM EMPEROR RUPERT, THE SCOURGE OF THE SEVEN BINARY STAR SYSTEMS, THE TERROR OF THE BLACKEST NIGHT, AND THE DEATH OF ALL WHO DO NOT FOLLOW. BUT THAT IS UNIMPORTANT, YOU WILL REMEMBER NONE OF THIS WHEN YOU AWAKE.'

'I don't believe it!'

'AHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU WILL BE THE FIRST OF THE HEATHEN TO BE ASSIMILATED BY THE TEACHINGS OF LORD RUPERT!'

'Nooooooooo!'



That feline is most definitely up to something.



It's time I got our sims jobs. Ideally, Jack will get a slacker career so he can try to reach his lifetime goal of being a professional party guest, Nooreen will get a job in the medicine career (which seems apt), and Pyke will get a job in the science career so she can try to reach her lifetime goal as a mad scientist. Catriona is the first up for the search though, so I grab her the first one that's available. A job in politics sounds interesting so I go for it.



Holy smackerel, I got past level three!



Jack wakes up and decides to enjoy a nice breakfast of cereal and milk and... what the hell is that stuff? Offal?!



Again, Catriona torments poor Rupert. The hug she gave him earlier meant nothing! Cackling with glee she jabs the poor creature repeatedly. She will make a fine politician I'm sure.



The carpool arrives to pick Catriona up. The position of her left hand makes this image slightly disquieting.



A dog, apparently called Tucker, peers into the house. Will anyone go and greet our inquisitive neighbour?



Jack is on the case. He decides to play fetch, but then only pretends to throw the stick, leaving poor Tucker in a disarray of confusion. What a bastard Jack is turning out to be. Hitting Pyke with a pillow, being a sore loser in the toilet fiasco, shunning the company of his friends in favour of a jacuzzi, and now this.



Now he's laughing at Tucker like a complete asshole. I feel ashamed to be associated with Jack, he's obviously got no compassion.



Pyke awakens from her slumber and fixes herself some breakfast. I should probably mention at this point that I only selected the everyday wear of these sims and left pyjamas and such to chance.

Is that Jack on the missing person label on the milk carton?



Jack appreciates Pyke's state of undress and moss-green stink lines. Pyke is alarmed, and with probable good reason.



Jack comes to his senses and disparages poor Pyke for her ungodly stench.



They make up, though Jack is clearly not enjoying the hug.

'I think I felt something move!'

Nooreen awakes.



Her gaze turns all those who look upon it to stone.



Jack can smell burning but his cornflakes seem perfectly soggy. The confusion is overwhelming.



JESUS CHRIST ON TOAST



Enter Neil LeTourneau! He's brave! He's dashing! He has a big hose!

Our heroic fireman strikes a pose for the camera.



Jack notices the flaming oven and is a little surprised. He looks like he's discovered the raspberry yoghurt he just opened was actually apricot.



Quite a tableau we have here. The sprinklers have turned on, putting out the fire and saving everyone. Jack however is still shrieking in horror, Nooreen is concerned about the amount of cleaning up that will need to be done, and Rupert is completely unfazed, distracted as he is by a dust particle.



Jack, you hypocrite!



And so Nooreen starts mopping up the water left by the sprinkler and Jack gets back to his cornflakes as life starts to return to normal. Rupert, however, is going absolutely MENTAL with the dustbin.

Pyke, who has been leisurely soaping herself in the bathtub comes through to have a meal.



'Remember kids, always eat breakfast so you'll have enough energy for the rest of the day!'



'I think someone sneezed on this screen.'



'So... you like amorphous grey blobs of indeterminate origin?'

'You kidding me? I LOVE amorphous grey blobs of indeterminate origin!'



Nooreen grabs a book from one of the bookshelves. The cover appears to have a man and a woman in the midst of a passionate embrace. Is Nooreen reading... erotica?



SEXAY.



Pyke gets a job as a test subject. I can't help but feel she's going to be an outlier on any scatter graph.



Pyke tries to grasp hold of a memory that just won't be tied down... the cat... something about the cat.

Rupert is, as ever, inscrutable.



Jack decides to have a bubble bath in the pink bathroom. I'm beginning to have serious doubts about his masculinity.



I got the Crombies a bigger fridge so I wouldn't have to get them to order new groceries quite so often.



'Remember kids, you should never put anything metal inside a microwave before you turn it on.'



Mamma mia! Dees fire, it ees a too big, ees useless to me!



Neil LeTourneau, the flying fireman to the rescue!



Popular opinion has turned against Pyke in light of the recent microwave incident. Nooreen's indiscretion with the oven is however not discussed.

It's all politics these days.



Hooray! Catriona got promoted! She has got some severe stink lines wafting from her though. Politics may pay well, but it still smells bad.



I feel pretty, oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and...

I have no idea why Jack only uses this bathroom. The only explanation is that the ground floor bathroom has got negative connotations since the Pyke incident.

Yes. That must be it.



'I LOVE YOU NOO-NA! YOU'RE MY BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD.'



*silent winds howl across the bleakness of the night in a cold, dead universe*



Jack decides to give the easel a go. Will he create beautiful vistas of imaginative and inspiring artwork? Or will he go for modern art? Who knows, who knows...



Nooreen's got a job in the medicine career! Excellent! Who would have thought being a medical emergency technician only required an application?



Catriona goes to bed, smugly thinking about her promotion.



Let's face it. With an expression like that, the only thing he could possibly be drawing is a penis.



Catriona dreams of Jack who looks positively gormless. Catriona on the other hand looks like she's in a coma.



Pyke has doubts as to the quality of her meal.



Jack has given up on the painting for now and decided to get some kip. Before getting in though, he brushes his teeth, gets his clothes for tomorrow ready on the bedside table, and regurgitates a river of hair.

Wait, what?



Goodnight, Crombies! We still need to get Jack a job in the slacker career. I'll work on that tomorrow. Also, it says here that Catriona wants a 'bubble blower'. I'm not sure what that is but it sounds interesting! I'll see if I can stick one somewhere for day three.