GIL!

-D: What?-
GIL! IT'S GIL! GIL'S BACK! WHEEEEE! *runs around room like a crazy person*
-VD: . . .-
-TD: *cottoning on* Gil Wulfenbach?-
Yes! Look Here! It's Giiill!
-TD: It's scary, unshaven, possibly -- what's the phrase -- emo!Gil.-
But it's still Gil! :D Oh, I have been waiting for his return for a while now!
-OD: *tentacles squeaking and staring at me* Someone's obsessed.-
*is too busy running around the room again to hear*

Okay, now that THAT'S out of my system, let's get into the Sims for today. Went over to Hill Valley, as is my wont, and played the Strickland household.
-VD2: Not the Browns? I want to see that Time Travel career in action.-
Sorry, but I thought of Strickland first. Anyway, he had a nice day -- pancakes in the morning, and a day off work.

As he was low on fun, I first had him play the piano. Now, naturally, he wants to earn Creativity skill.

Then it was off to the high school lot! I find it rather amusing that he had to take a taxi to a lot that was essentially across the street.

But he made it there safe and sound. And what was his first action?

-M: o.O-
-J: I think my brain just broke.-
LOL, I know. He only did it for a second, though. Then it was time for a snack of hamburgers.

And then, time to hit the gym! He didn't do very well on the treadmill, but he did get fit.
-Martys: *snicker evilly over Strickland's mishaps*-

As his social was low, I attempted a conversation with Toby Baines. Toby didn't want to talk about video games, though. Strickland decided he was a slacker and insulted him.

Toby doesn't take criticism well.

-VM: Asshole.-
Interesting note, though -- Buford Tannen appeared, and I had Strickland start up a chat with him, figuring they wouldn't get along since Strickland hated Biff. Nope -- they had a great conversation and even played cards together.
-VuM: You know, I'd say I'm surprised, but I'm not.-

Finally, Strickland went back home. He ate again, then earned more Creativity through a picture.

Of course, his little trip left him so exhausted I had to let him nap after awhile.

-M: Dreaming about torturing my father again, I assume.-
It's possible. He got up again around seven, worked some more on his painting, answered a call from Brandi, had supper, and went back to bed (he has to get up early).

-M2: MY EYES! I'M BLIND!-
Oh, dramatize, he's in his underwear.
-VuM: Exactly! Strickland! Underwear! Make it go away!-
Okay, okay, here -- a shot of his stocked bar to make it go away (he has a good number of bottles there).

And I also did some fiddling with the high school after leaving his lot -- finally fixed the problem with the DJ booth being too close to the wall, and added a couch and some flashy cubes to the karoke room.

-J2: Neat, if a little weird.-
Weird's just me.

-OD: Turned into a bit of a slacker today, eh?-
Heh, well, I got some detail sketching done in "Sparky Valentine," some writing and typing in "Boy Genius," and I am going to get around to editing more of "V.D."
-TD: *eagerly gets out the steam-powered poking stick*-
Aw man, must we use that?
-D: You know he'll just keep complaining if he doesn't get to use it once.-
Hmmm, good point. You have stress-tested that, right?
-TD: Naturally! This is a fine piece of engineering! *turns it on and uses it on me*-
. . . You know, I hate to tell you this, but that actually feels like a sort of massage engine.
-TD: o.O-
-VD: I think your poking speed is too high.-
-TD: Right. Must fix that.-