Your Resistance Only Makes My Party Harder

D.N. seemed to put a full rush on the party. Before some of the housemates could even get home from work the first of the guests arrived.

The absolute first being the firewoman that had actually never left. After all, why would anyone have to bother going back to work or clocking out when you can go right from a call to hanging out, to a party and then home? She quickly jumped out of her uniform, leaving just he skivvies on. Doom started out incredibly excited, but was let down with the realization that D.N. actually had just requested that everyone come with their swim suits on. An especially odd request since there was no pool at the house, but he probably just wanted an excuse to not have to put clothes on since he had managed to not for the past few days. The request was only made that much more strange by the fact that apparently some of D.N.'s close friends he invited were children. Who came without their parents. In nothing but bathing suits.

Brentai got home and noticed the crowd in front of the house with some shock. He wasn't a big fan of large groups of people, even if many of them were the ladies. Singling out the youngest, blondest girl from the group, he challenged her to a game of tag almost as epic as the one he and Guild had just the night before. While Brentai kept a single guest distracted, the rest stood outside, wondering where exactly the pool they assumed they would be getting into was and why they weren't invited inside as a group yet. Doom and Zara came merrily to the door, waving and greeting all the guests and gladly helping them carry the food they were kind enough to bring. Shutting the front doors behind them and keeping the guests stuck outside, the two ate as much of the free food as they could get in their stomachs before anyone else saw that it was there.

Fred returned from a very hard day of work wanted nothing but to rest. Seeing the crowd he sighed and went along with it, not wanting to be the only one not dressed for the occasion. He quickly pulls off his work outfit and tosses it to the side, supposing a little mingling can't really be that bad a thing. He's shoved over a bit by Friday as he first enters the house. She was making a straight path to bed, and no one, guest or resident, was going to get in her way. Fred looked up the stairs after her, wishing he could be as direct and just go right to sleep, he desperately needed some. Before he could try to test the idea of sneaking away from a party at his own house, though, a guest he had never met before jumped up behind him and tried a very Guildesque attempt to scare, only without the added terror of a knife in hand and/or visible arousal that Guild put the care into adding to every scare. Fred gripped his chest and breathed heavily, remembering why he drank so much whenever he got the chance and giving up, following Friday's path up the stairs and falling fast asleep before the party even came to a close.

Just because the party wasn't over didn't mean it was going anywhere, though. A few guests had managed to make their way into the house at this point, even though there was still a rather large portion of the group outside still. Those inside were probably better off before they got a chance to see what exactly was being offered, though. One stealing the newspaper from outside and another pulling out a book that he must have taken from home in preparation for a lame night like this. When each of them either finished their reading material or realized that they didn't fully appreciate the idea of being in just shorts in this house they smiled awkwardly and wandered outside. Those outside got the hint that the party was over and followed. Apparently all the questions about what was happening inside spread fast, though, since even though absolutely nothing of merit happened, everyone was happy they attended and seemed eager to come back next time.

Undoubtedly a huge part of why the party was successful in any way at all was that Guild and O. Hakubi weren't anywhere to be seen the entire night. Guild re-appeared right as the last of the guests were leaving, a small explosion visible off the horizon he announced that if anyone asked anything he was there all night and then kicked a passing puppy in the face before shooting upstairs and getting right into bed. Ohak, however, was actually doing some good with his time alone. He found a chess board at the park and started playing, finding his 'Rain Man' retard skill, he kept practicing for hours at it, not making back anywhere near the house until late.

A New Dawn

It's day two of work for the group. No more introductions, half-assing while the boss isn't constantly leaning over your shoulder with the excuse of not knowing what to do. Still, a living needs to be made somehow, or how with Fred and D.N. afford to drink?

The day before is repeated almost perfectly. Everyone rises and moves out. Friday is gone before anyone else can even pull themselves from bed, and small groups all war over the shower and whatever might be edible for breakfast. Brentai wasn't able to get a good shower in the night before, and after such an intense game of tag with Guild, he could really use it before going to work. God knows missing a chance to shower for one day means you are the filthiest animal on the planet. The lines are long though, and just as the day prior D.N. is hogging the bathroom despite the fact that he could get up five hours after everyone else and still have time to get ready before he had to be anywhere, five days really. Still, smelling good for the ladies is important for a lady-loving lady's man like Brentai "The Ladies" Hentai. He sucks it up and decides to go for a sponge bath the way Doom had before him. Unfortunately, since the bathroom was completely occupied, he had only one sink left to do it in, and none of the house was all too happy about it.

The morning progresses, and everyone is off to work. All except O. Hakubi who either decided to take the day off, or completely forgot he even had a job. He just hung around, spending a good portion of the day talking to himself, and was actually helpful enough to clean up the bathroom, letting Fred have the chance to improve his cooking, something that had been an urge for him since starting his new job. The stove, however, didn't like the prospect of being turned on. All the memories of the sponge bath and what he had been subjected to flashed back into his propane-powered mind and suicide was the only way to end the memories. Terror struck as the flames spread, fortunately all the counters were made out of very cheap faux-wood that, along with being ugly, only kind of melted instead of burning completely. O. Hak wouldn't stand for this. He was making a salad, God dammit, and no communist fire would stop him!

O. Hakubi was able to put the fire out before the fire department arrived. Noticing the completely burned out stove and melted counters, the firewoman proceeded to shout at Fred for making a call when there was no actual emergency. She could be out there helping people and every second saved lives. Fred apologized and offered for her to stay and hang out and she quickly agreed to. She had nowhere important to be. O. Hakubi, without anyone to talk to, decided to steal all the attention in the room by peeing all over the place and pulling a mop out of nowhere and cleaning it up, which made him very happy, since he had been wanting to clean up a puddle all day. With that, he shouted something about a conspiracy and ran out into town to find someone and tell them their mother resembled a llama in various fashions, most noticeably in smell and attitude. He did all this just yards from Town Hall where he was currently supposed to be inside doing the job he already forgot he had, and it became increasingly possible that he would never return to it.

D.N., meanwhile, relaxed in his secret safe spot. Really only spot during the day, as if he thought he was getting payed for every hour spent just laying in bed. Not even trying to couch and God forbid leaving the house before dark. With everyone safe from the fire that might have claimed the house and many lives, Guild, who was entering the science center looking for new weapons he could use for his doomsday plan against the evil mole people that live in the secret eighth sea which is floating in the sky over Alaska, started to cry. He didn't know exactly why, but it felt as if something in his life was moments away from just being right, and instantly failed.

As the harder workers in the house finally started to return home, they just wanted rest. A nice night at home and no worries in the world until they have to start their jobs again the next day, but that was the future, and for now, just showering, eating, and sleeping with no problems. Certainly no one would be stupid enough to think this was a good night to throw a party.

Rest & Relaxation

With everyone having survived their first day on the job, they had their first real night of freedom to look forward to.

D.N. was the first to decide that the daily paychecks everyone but him had earned should be appreciated with a night of fine dining. He made a point of finding the fanciest restaurant in town and ordering three dinners, single-handedly blowing through two of his roommates' pay. Doom and Zara didn't seem to mind, however, and met him there, Zara making a point of eating inside and not interacting with either of the other two. Doom and D.N. got to know each other a little better over Doom's meal and D.N.'s third course before Doom decided it was getting late and it was time to go home. D.N. stayed behind and spent what was left of the cash he managed to take with him on drinks.

Meanwhile, back at the house Guild and Brentai were finishing up their four hour game of two person tag, and were feeling rather tired. Brentai went straight for bed, while Guild headed for the shower. No one but Guild could possibly know exactly what it means, or how horrible the results might be, but he didn't just take any shower, he took an evil shower. Whatever makes an evil shower fortunately had no ill-effects on the household, though getting out and changing back in to the same sweaty clothes he just played in, he was struck with the urge to steal candy from a helpless child. There weren't any children in the house, though, so he made for the next best choice, Fred. Fred was just getting home from work and needed a shower, ever the humble one, though, he patiently waiting for Doom to finish appreciating how beautiful he was in the mirror instead of trying to shoo him out like so many others. Guild burst from the wet glass case and jumped at Fred, causing him to run off terrified, completely forgetting about needing to wash up. Guild walked out laughing, not even noticing Friday enter after him.

Presumably deciding that starting a fight had gone so well the other day, the burnt-out working girl stomped up to Doom and started to shout at him, blaming him for everything she hated about the world at that point in time. This argument was a short one, however, because Friday couldn't pull Doom's attention away from his own reflection for long enough to irritate him and stormed out to find a new target. Doom didn't even seem capable of pulling himself away from his reflection, and decided that instead of utilizing the nice shower right next to him, he should just bathe himself right at the sink. Fortunately no one walked in on him while doing this, or the house might have suffered its first fatality.

D.N. meanwhile, was still at the restaurant. Apparently he found a drinking buddy who seemed to realize his severe mental and social disabilities and took pity on him. Despite the fact that D.N. seemed to offend her with every-other word from his mouth, she just nodded along with a forced grin, even offering him her phone number before running off in terror.

Everyone at the house was tired. Tired from work, tired from dealing with each other, and tired from not showering or eating in quite a while. They all filed in to bed. If there was one thing that worked well with the group, it was that everyone seemed to agree on a good time to go to bed. Though, it wasn't as if there was a T.V. or radio to keep anyone else awake. Even D.N. wandered in, and, either because he was ready for bed himself, or just because it was his favorite place to hang out, he headed right up the stairs and went fast asleep.

In the middle of the night a magical thing happened. Magical gnomes marched in single-line formation into the house. While singing their working songs they putt wallpaper up over the entire downstairs, painted the walls in the bedroom as to not wake any of the tired residents, and laid down nice wood flooring on the first floor. The calls off all the housemates that interior design of some sort was desperately needed, and this gnomes were here to help. As they finished their work, they started to clean while the head gnome marched back up the stairs and emptied the wallets of all the residents of the household. Looking over the money he found, he called back down to the other gnomes in their mystical language, and the other gnomes proceeded to tear up the wood floors they had just put down and piss all over what was left. After all, being a gnome was a business, and they couldn't give something for nothing. That was really high quality wood.

The Daily Grind

Despite the ups, downs, and severe lack of bullets in horribly filthy toilets, everyone managed to survive the first day in their new home. The night was short, however, and it wasn't long before the alarms they would have set had anyone the budget to afford one went off and it was time for the first day of their new jobs.

Friday was the first to wake up for her dutiful employment. She had only left herself an hour to prepare before the carpool was coming, however, and that left her precious little time to get in everything she needed to face the day. Being female, she of course declined the chance to eat and instead spent the full hour, plus another thirty minutes with her ride waiting, in the bathroom trying to pretty herself up. Changing into her new military gear, she dashed out the door before she missed the chance to get to work. Not that she would have minded jogging.

Most of the others else got up around the same time just after Friday left. There was a long line at the bathroom waiting for their turn to shower while D.N. took a long, leisurely shower in his preparation for doing absolutely nothing that day. Zara seemed frustrated at not getting the chance to clean himself up for a good first appearance, but O. Hakubi was more than happy to have a very well thought out and meaningful discussion about the greater good he could do for the world in his new position with himself. Doom, working later than the other housemates, did his part in cleaning up the place from dinner the night before. At least, he did what little he could since the only sink to wash dishes was in the bathroom, which still had the long line.

Zara got over the inability to shower and, once again being the only one to think ahead, had some leftovers from the night before to hold him over until lunch break at the lab. O. Hakubi finally came down ready to leave, assuming that since wearing his exercise clothes and cursing at invisible figures had done the good job of getting him employed, he might as well try it out again today. Three cars pulled up together in front of the house, the last in line being Brentai's new no-holds-barred fuck-the-world rookie partner who didn't really seem to care what condition the government car was in when they showed up at the precinct, nor did he really seem to care what condition any of the other cars were in. The three waved hello and goodbye to each other, and one to himself, and headed off for work.

Fred fell out of bed a little later than the rest, immediately shouting up at God for allowing him to drink as much as he had the night before. Then seek pity for the new, horrible headache he received as punishment for the blasphemy. While Fred did his best to make the bed back up and get himself down the stairs, Guild jumped out of bed and ran down to the car that was arriving to pick himself and Doom up, not caring that he hadn't bothered to change from the clothes he had worn yesterday and to sleep, nor had he showered. Doom was over-all having a pretty good day so far. Having such a late start time at work gave him enough time to do some cleaning, get a shower in, and still make it with time to spare. He really couldn't figure out why he felt so wrong, though. His finger kept missing the mark, but something about this day just felt wrong to him, it didn't feel like this would end well. Guild, however, was quite happy with not a worry in the world he was ready to start taking over at work, with nothing on his mind but how awesome it would be if the house burst in to flames and how he could strive to make that happen.


Fred took a nice long shower which really helped perk him back up. Not just to the point of not wanting to die, it also inspired him to clean the shower out, then clean the horrid toilet that none of the others had touched, and finally to finish cleaning all the dishes Doom had to, and all the others chose to leave behind. Looking at the clock that would be there if only anyone had any money to buy one, he instantly regretted the way he had spent his day, since it was now time for his dish washing job to start. Meanwhile in town, a major heist was going down, but the police were on to it. The 1904 Chevy Malibu sped down the block in one fluid motion towards the bank. Brentai's new partner noted that the culprits of this heist were obvious. This was the work of vampires. Brentai just nodded along, too busy thinking about the bed he had left unmade at home to care about what his new partner was saying. Meanwhile, Guild burst back into the office of his new boss, force of the door flinging open knocking out the maintenance worker who was replacing the lock from the day before. Guild screamed something about the big job for the day, and God Damned Vampires. The boss knew with was the work of Simo Belmo and called his men immediately. Brentai left the car slowly and strolled down around the back of the bookstore, nodding to a woman and her baby while Simo Belmo, in one fluid motion, jumped from the 1904 Chevy Malibu and went to burst down the front door. In one fluid motion, the crooks inside got the call from their boss and unloaded on said front door. Simo Belmo and his 1904 Chevy Malibu were shot to hell in one fluid motion. Brentai opened the back door to find the place empty. Shrugging, he took off back to the offices. Thanks to his hard work of having a random outburst that saved the day, Guild was promoted, given a bonus bigger than any of the other house mate's pay check, and let go early. He used this time wisely, screaming into the air for three hours.

A good while in to Guild's senseless calls out into the sky, Friday and Zara both got out of work, while Doom attempted to escape his captivity. Despite their best efforts, neither Friday nor Zara had any success meeting any new friends at either place of business and / or war. Friday had a horribly stressful day of hard work, trooper that she is, though, she quickly turned that mood around by jogging around the base for two hours. Zara was stopped on his way out the door. They had an important job for him and they needed it done by the next day. No one else was able to do this and they came to him, it was time to prove himself. He too the three vials they handed him and waiting for instructions. His mood quickly dropped when informed that they were being used to test new horrible, incurable viruses and they didn't want to risk pouring the contents into any drains on-site, so if he could do it at home, that would just be amazing, oh, and he really shouldn't lick, touch, or generally be near any of them. Doom's chances of escape were foiled as a group came in as he tried to leave, pointing him towards a Chevy Malibu full of bullet holes with instructions to dispose of it, and not look in the trunk. Crying to himself and trying to go to his happy place of Iron Chef America, he did as they asked.

Brentai walked home, appreciating his job more than ever. Despite the fact that there wasn't anyone at the bookstore the department thought was being robbed, and his partner missing, everyone was telling him how sorry they were, how he should take the day off and maybe he'll start to feel a little better. They were right, there was unfinished business that needed to be attended to. He pushed in the door to the house and blew past Zara yelling at Friday to get out of the bathroom so he could shower. Brentai went straight upstairs and walked to his bed, he had to get even, and he was ready to. Grabbing one corner of his sheets he pulled them back. In the one fluid motion his partner had shown him so many times, Brentai's bed was made and all was right with his world once again. The group settled in, finishing cleaning, showering, having more conversations, or just playing a game of tag with their best bud. They all had interesting days, exciting days, or at the very least, stressful days.

Life would keep being hard for now. The walls needed painting, the floor was exposed planks, and there was still tension in the air. Still, there was nothing they could do but their very best, spending their days working jobs, and their nights cleaning up. This group would make it as long as everyone put their all into it.

Oh Yeah, I Live With You.

It was a long day for the new citizens of Sunset Valley. Everyone was tired, but employed, so they all headed home for their well deserved rest, relaxation, and to finally introduce themselves past their internet personalities.

As everyone started to gather at once, it was easy to not notice that a single person was missing. That person, as it happened, was Fred, he was still at the diner he was just hired at, having his second round of drinks. Then third. Then the household was out of money and he stumbled out the back door with a girl he had 'become good friends with' while in the diner and started to wander to what he assumed was home.

Since the main floor was severely lacking in any real sort of furniture, and there was no television or radio to rather around, anyway, the meeting spot seemed to be the shared bedroom. Surprisingly, no one seemed to have any problem with living in the same room. The day had been taxing after all, and everyone seemed to have tons to talk about. Doom slyly covered his whereabouts for the day by explaining to D.N. how much he loved vegetables until D.N. passed out from boredom.

Fred Ward finally stumbled home after introductions had been made upstairs, and in time to meet Friday at the door as she returned from her second ten mile jog for the day. As Guild ran outside to explain to the cab driver that had dropped Fred off that he was actually from space and came here on a mission to find ghosts and if he would like to see what a naked space alien looked like the two by the stairs explained their days to each other. Sim language is hard to decipher, but I'd have to assume that Fred's explanation was much more slurred.

Just as Friday started to feel a little better about her day and relax around Fred, Guild decided it would be an incredible time to come up behind her and try to scare her. One would have to assume he climbed through a window in preparation since no one noticed him come in through the front door. The two ended up in a heated argument, that just as it seemed to simmer back into just disgruntled feelings towards each other erupted once again as Friday slapped Guild. As it so happened, this was the exact moment that Fred realized just how much he had to drink and really, really had to use the restroom. Unfortunately for him, the two were just too stubborn to listen to his pleads to get past as the argument got even worse. No one saw who threw the next swing, but before anyone knew it, a full fight had broken out. Fred couldn't do anything from his position but look on in such horror that it could easily been mistaken for orgasmic pleasure.

While the majority of the house was either upstairs wondering what the commotion was downstairs, or O. Hakubi and outside shouting at the birds about the coming of the apocalypse, Zara finally found himself have a relaxing moment. After all, he didn't hate the few he had already talked to as much as he seemed to think he would, he got what he assumed was the best job in the house, and hadn't had any problems on the way there or back. That was obviously the perfect excuse for anyone to use while they were laying in Friday's bed with a grin that big on their face. Of course, if anyone did ask, he could just shout something about how no one today understands art in videogames and scare them off.

No one in the house seemed eager to see the two go at it, that was for sure. Some seemed to find Guild's antics amusing, others just enjoyed the onslaught that was Friday's defensive measure. Absolutely everyone, on top of it all, was waiting to see if either would totally quit the house forever after it ended.

It did, and neither did. Instead, they seemed to both be content to act like adults, or well, Friday had, and Guild had found something shiny to distract him. Regardless, this was Doom's chance to shine, he could make an amazing dinner for everyone and impress them all with his skill. He waited patiently for Fred to finally rush in the bathroom, do his business and leave. By the time Doom left the bathroom, though, Brentai had already put together a salad that everyone was raving about. Broken hearted, Doom turned back into the bathroom and planned how he could get back at Brentai for such an act, to think he was the house's chef...

After the meal, Guild and O. Hakubi seemed to keep distracted by talking to themselves, or maybe each other's selves, or maybe just talking to each other. No one really knew, but they weren't burning anything down, so everyone was happy. Brentai was happy to do the dishes, even after having made dinner while everyone was getting ready and getting in to bed. As the others all climbed the stairs, now freshly changed into their sleep wear, Brentai finished off the last of the dishes and made his way to clean himself up.

The Job Search

As the town watched in horror, unable to stop it, the group flooded out into the streets of the city, ready to take on the world. Each moving in their own direction, either knowing exactly where their destiny lay, or having absolutely no idea where they would end up no matter which direction they turned.

Doom and Brentai seemed to follow each other to the local grocery store, one hoping to get a bite to eat and the other just wanting to see the small store's selection of spices before really making headway in their attempts to find stable lines of work. Horror soon struck the unlucky pair, as two figures with ski-masks barged in and began to rob the store. Brentai ducked down behind the counter and pulled his phone from his pocket, quick to dial the police, being a do-gooder and knowing there was nothing he could do on his own to stop the menaces to society. Not truly unterstanding the weight of the situation they were in, far too preoccupied by the high quality sea salts, Doom didn't even notice the robbery attempt before sirens screamed down the streets. Knowing he was the unlucky sort and not wanting any trouble so soon in this new town he moved for the door, not noticing and falling over the officers as they barged in. In the criminals' escape, they mistook Doom for one of their own men who was trying to stall the police, and carried them back to their hideout with them.

As the store came back to a calm and law once again took over, Brentai quickly shot his hand up in a wave to the officers, explaining to them just what happened and going into a rant for his lifetime goal to be a super secret agent and how he wants to help out the police. He was taken to the station for questioning where they awarded him a small plastic shield reading "junior detective" and offered him a position as a snitch. Alerting the police to any trouble in the town.

On the other side of the city, in the criminal hideout, Doom was being congratulated on having done such a good job and was offered a raise for being the only reason the heist didn't fail. He just nodded and sighed, realizing his dreams of being a master chef would have to go on hold while he was considered to be one of the local gangsters.

Meanwhile, down the hall from Doom, Guild barged in to the office of the main crime boss, slamming his fist on the table and announcing that he was going to be the leader of the most evil organiztion one day, and that these no-name crooks should worship him. He also mentioned something about a plastic horse, men on various planets, some real, some not, and then went on to tap on the aquarium behind the desk for twenty minutes straight. Completely berazzled by the situation, the crime boss simply shook Guild's hand and told him where to go the next day as the group's proud new decoy.

The day was a bit easier on those who had set out separately. O. Hakubi went to city hall, just looking for some part-time clerical work while he can really plan out a full career or at least tidy up the house. It was horrible, filth and dust everywhere, and he started to think that the only way to fully purge it was with fire... He thought about that so hard, in fact, that by the time he was already starting his interview he realized that he was wearing his exercise outfit and problem wasn't making the best of first impressions. All he ended up with was a job as a podium polisher. As he exits the building he pelvic thrusts to the world and sets out on a new adventure.

Fred passed by and watched O. Hakubi's gesture to anyone with-in view with a quirked brow as he entered the diner, content for a job as a dish washer. Unfortunately for him, though what would have been a good grace by anyone else's standards that day, he was immediately offered a job as an assistant cook. Better, pay, but a full-time position in place of a part-time one. He celebrates the occasion by spending the last of his money on drinks.

Friday, meanwhile, jogged the entire distance to the far-off military base. Arriving after all other adventures had ceased, she started her own interview by bench-pressing all the new recruits and scaling the side of the building to climb directly in to the enlistment offices. Despite her show of strength and stamina, however, they couldn't help but notice that she was female and only offered her a position as latrine cleaner. As she leaves the building feeling horribly disappointed, she spots an out of service fighter plane on display and wonders if she should have lifted that instead.

Lastly, Disposable Ninja did his part for the group by testing out all the new mattress, to make sure he got the one with the best support.