Fuzzy Thoughts
Apr. 28th, 2006 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickNow I REALLY want to play my FurKin Sims. *forces self to stick to Sim schedule, damn it*
-DW: *grinning* This idea has really latched on to you, hasn't it?-
I know. At least you're already here, so I don't have to deal with new muses showing up.
-GypsyFox: Nah, you just have to deal with me showing up.-
And that's my own fault for reading that "Faux Pas" webcomic. Oh well, at least I solidified your coloration.
-DW: *puzzled* Pardon?-
I've got a definite look in mind for GypsyFox now. Before I was relying on Foxy Edison.
-GypsyFox: Your stuffed toy fox?!-
He was convenient! Though I made some changes -- you'll notice you're red, not orange.
-GypsyFox: Even so. . . . All right, anything I should notice when I look in the mirror?-
Well, you're still red, with a white undermuzzle and belly. You've got black "stockings" on your hands and feet -- sort of like my Genensims Red Fox -- and a black streak on either side of your muzzle.
-GypsyFox: Huh. Well, that doesn't sound too bad.-
-DW: I'm still white with grey hair, right?-
Right, you're an Arctic Wolf. Bit of a pity though, I like color.
-DW: *smirk* You COULD start letting me wear shirts. . . .-
I need one beefcake around here, and since you have the protective fur, you're it.
Today was a day for Hill Valley Sims. I decided that after doing the younger Tannens, I should spend some time with the elder Tannens.
-M: Eugh.-
Well, they did have a fairly interesting day. Things to started with a game of darts -- Gertrude and Buford mocked each other's performance.
After that, it was time for skill-building. Gertrude needed a point of Charisma to advance in her job, so I let her at the mirror. Buford studied Cleaning, somehow managing to ignore Gertrude violently lecturing her own image.
After some breakfast, they switched positions -- Gertrude moved onto Cooking, while Buford worked on Creativity.
As the sun rose, I got a little bored and decided it was time for silliness. So I had Buford first primp --
Then do some freestyling.
-OD: O.o There is nothing stranger than Buford Tannen rapping.-
*remembers the rapper named Doc Brown* I dunno. . . . Anyway, after that, Buford and Gertrude randomly decided to hang out together. They actually made friends, can you believe it?
-D: Well, they are forced to share living quarters. . . .-
I had decided earlier to get the Tannens interacting with their peers more. So, when Linda McFly passed by, I had Buford go out and greet her. I let them run on their own, wondering what would happen. Linda and Buford got a bad chat.
So far so good -- I had Buford wolf-whistle at Linda, figuring she'd reject it.
Er, no. WTF says I.
-M2: Whoa! Linda, trust me, you can do better than him!-
Don't worry, they have very negative chemistry. I let Buford into the bathroom while Gertrude bragged to an unimpressed Linda.
And then she and Buford hung out in the bathroom for a while.
-VuM: Does not compute. . . .-
-OD: Exactly what the kids are saying. *tentacles make confused noises*-
Sims don't always read the script. I sent Linda off and had Gertrude get in a nap before she went to work (she works in the Military as a Paintball Attendant). Buford took a shower, and, surprisingly enough, cleaned up after himself.
Then, as Gertrude left, it was time for lunch. and I have to say, I love the lick clean option for plates. I just wish it came up more often.
Post-lunch, there was a new visitor -- Joey Baines! I sent Buford out and let him run with the program. First thing he did? Argue with his visitor. A brief arguement, but none the less effective.
He then tried bragging about himself. Joey just looked at him like, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
I directed a joy-buzzer prank next -- Buford liked that so much that he repeated it on his own, adding a ventrilofart afterwards.
And we discover the finger gag has a long history in the Tannen lineage. He did this on his own, seriously.
In the midst of this all, Gertrude arrives home with a promotion to Recruit Training Corps; Lorraine McFly shows up; and Buford takes a moment out of annoying Joey to worry about his dropping aspiration.
-VD2: *rather gleefully* Trying to get the psychiatrist again?-
Well, few people deserve it better. . . .
Buford greets Lorraine, and attempts a chat -- it fails. And before he can do anything else, we discover that Joey is on the warpath!
-Martys: *cheer* Go Uncle Joey! Show that asshole!-
Buford of course doesn't take this lying down.
And then he goes and --
uh, cries.
Cheer up, Emo Kid!
-D: *snork*-
-M: I can see Mom standing there thinking, "What the hell is wrong with this person?"-
-GypsyFox: Perhaps his cycle of aggression is merely a cover for the weakness he fears inside.-
-VM: Or maybe he's a world-class dickhead.-
-GypsyFox: He could be both.-
Night falls, and Gertrude ends up banishing the newcomers from the lot -- not after Buford and Joey have exchanged some more pokes, though. Naturally Buford's furious with this upstart.
So now I have a feud! Granted, not quite the right family, but I'll take it.
-VD: You're very strange, you know.-
Yes, but you guys wanted to see some action in this neighborhood.
*putzes around with fan fiction* Mostly working on "Big Teeth" and "Unsolved Mysteries." Though I'm working through the bathroom scene in written "Boy Genius."
-TD: Any reaction to the new chapter on the Yahoo Group?-
Not yet, give it a little time.
-TD: *pout* I don't like to wait.-
Well then, build something new. I'm sure you can think of something, even if it's completely useless.
-TD: Well, of course! Mind if I use your plot bunnies?-
You're going to build something for the furries?
-DW: Hey, I like that idea. I haven't gotten a chance to invent myself for a while.-
-TD: How about that multiple brush for fur idea you had a litttle while ago? That would be easy to mechanize! In fact, we could expand it into the ultimate hair-care system for humans and furs!-
-DW: Sounds fun! Let's go!-
*both race into the lab*
Well, at least they're happy. Me, I'm off to find a few pictures of George's hairstyle so I can finish inking BTTF Puppet Pals Series 2.
-OD: Sounds good to us.-
-DW: *grinning* This idea has really latched on to you, hasn't it?-
I know. At least you're already here, so I don't have to deal with new muses showing up.
-GypsyFox: Nah, you just have to deal with me showing up.-
And that's my own fault for reading that "Faux Pas" webcomic. Oh well, at least I solidified your coloration.
-DW: *puzzled* Pardon?-
I've got a definite look in mind for GypsyFox now. Before I was relying on Foxy Edison.
-GypsyFox: Your stuffed toy fox?!-
He was convenient! Though I made some changes -- you'll notice you're red, not orange.
-GypsyFox: Even so. . . . All right, anything I should notice when I look in the mirror?-
Well, you're still red, with a white undermuzzle and belly. You've got black "stockings" on your hands and feet -- sort of like my Genensims Red Fox -- and a black streak on either side of your muzzle.
-GypsyFox: Huh. Well, that doesn't sound too bad.-
-DW: I'm still white with grey hair, right?-
Right, you're an Arctic Wolf. Bit of a pity though, I like color.
-DW: *smirk* You COULD start letting me wear shirts. . . .-
I need one beefcake around here, and since you have the protective fur, you're it.
Today was a day for Hill Valley Sims. I decided that after doing the younger Tannens, I should spend some time with the elder Tannens.
-M: Eugh.-
Well, they did have a fairly interesting day. Things to started with a game of darts -- Gertrude and Buford mocked each other's performance.
After that, it was time for skill-building. Gertrude needed a point of Charisma to advance in her job, so I let her at the mirror. Buford studied Cleaning, somehow managing to ignore Gertrude violently lecturing her own image.
After some breakfast, they switched positions -- Gertrude moved onto Cooking, while Buford worked on Creativity.
As the sun rose, I got a little bored and decided it was time for silliness. So I had Buford first primp --
Then do some freestyling.
-OD: O.o There is nothing stranger than Buford Tannen rapping.-
*remembers the rapper named Doc Brown* I dunno. . . . Anyway, after that, Buford and Gertrude randomly decided to hang out together. They actually made friends, can you believe it?
-D: Well, they are forced to share living quarters. . . .-
I had decided earlier to get the Tannens interacting with their peers more. So, when Linda McFly passed by, I had Buford go out and greet her. I let them run on their own, wondering what would happen. Linda and Buford got a bad chat.
So far so good -- I had Buford wolf-whistle at Linda, figuring she'd reject it.
Er, no. WTF says I.
-M2: Whoa! Linda, trust me, you can do better than him!-
Don't worry, they have very negative chemistry. I let Buford into the bathroom while Gertrude bragged to an unimpressed Linda.
And then she and Buford hung out in the bathroom for a while.
-VuM: Does not compute. . . .-
-OD: Exactly what the kids are saying. *tentacles make confused noises*-
Sims don't always read the script. I sent Linda off and had Gertrude get in a nap before she went to work (she works in the Military as a Paintball Attendant). Buford took a shower, and, surprisingly enough, cleaned up after himself.
Then, as Gertrude left, it was time for lunch. and I have to say, I love the lick clean option for plates. I just wish it came up more often.
Post-lunch, there was a new visitor -- Joey Baines! I sent Buford out and let him run with the program. First thing he did? Argue with his visitor. A brief arguement, but none the less effective.
He then tried bragging about himself. Joey just looked at him like, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
I directed a joy-buzzer prank next -- Buford liked that so much that he repeated it on his own, adding a ventrilofart afterwards.
And we discover the finger gag has a long history in the Tannen lineage. He did this on his own, seriously.
In the midst of this all, Gertrude arrives home with a promotion to Recruit Training Corps; Lorraine McFly shows up; and Buford takes a moment out of annoying Joey to worry about his dropping aspiration.
-VD2: *rather gleefully* Trying to get the psychiatrist again?-
Well, few people deserve it better. . . .
Buford greets Lorraine, and attempts a chat -- it fails. And before he can do anything else, we discover that Joey is on the warpath!
-Martys: *cheer* Go Uncle Joey! Show that asshole!-
Buford of course doesn't take this lying down.
And then he goes and --
uh, cries.
Cheer up, Emo Kid!
-D: *snork*-
-M: I can see Mom standing there thinking, "What the hell is wrong with this person?"-
-GypsyFox: Perhaps his cycle of aggression is merely a cover for the weakness he fears inside.-
-VM: Or maybe he's a world-class dickhead.-
-GypsyFox: He could be both.-
Night falls, and Gertrude ends up banishing the newcomers from the lot -- not after Buford and Joey have exchanged some more pokes, though. Naturally Buford's furious with this upstart.
So now I have a feud! Granted, not quite the right family, but I'll take it.
-VD: You're very strange, you know.-
Yes, but you guys wanted to see some action in this neighborhood.
*putzes around with fan fiction* Mostly working on "Big Teeth" and "Unsolved Mysteries." Though I'm working through the bathroom scene in written "Boy Genius."
-TD: Any reaction to the new chapter on the Yahoo Group?-
Not yet, give it a little time.
-TD: *pout* I don't like to wait.-
Well then, build something new. I'm sure you can think of something, even if it's completely useless.
-TD: Well, of course! Mind if I use your plot bunnies?-
You're going to build something for the furries?
-DW: Hey, I like that idea. I haven't gotten a chance to invent myself for a while.-
-TD: How about that multiple brush for fur idea you had a litttle while ago? That would be easy to mechanize! In fact, we could expand it into the ultimate hair-care system for humans and furs!-
-DW: Sounds fun! Let's go!-
*both race into the lab*
Well, at least they're happy. Me, I'm off to find a few pictures of George's hairstyle so I can finish inking BTTF Puppet Pals Series 2.
-OD: Sounds good to us.-
