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.
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 w
as 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.
as 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 fin
ally 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.
ally 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 ha
d 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 themse
lves, 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.
d 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 themse
lves, 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.
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