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crossover_chick) wrote2007-04-01 11:09 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2007-04-01 11:09 pm
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Happy Birthday George!
And happy belated birthday Dave! Would have said something yesterday, but playing Emmett Von Braun's house takes up a LOT of time.
-RPD: To be fair, it only took so long last night because you started remodeling the place.-
True, true. But still, with all that pausing and stuff I had to do in the store. . . .
-VD: I'm amazed at how successful that place has become.-
Me too -- they're up to Rank 7, which I think makes them equal with George and Lorraine. People are finally starting to buy the expensive stuff too. It's great.
-TD: But exhausting.-
Yeah, poor little Sims. At least I'm not shy about using Energizers when I need to. The Eureka Sims don't have that luxury yet, ya know. Emmett needs to start inventing some of these aspiration awards.
-TD: Well, get on it then!-
I'm trying, I'm trying!
Anyway, updates:
-->Chapter 5 of "V.D." is up!
-VD: *applauds* At last.-
Yeah, I know. I'm just glad I managed to figure out how to handle that one paragraph of exposition that was bugging me. Chapter 6 should be easier, though I'm tempted to figure out a way to bulk it up.
-VD: We're here if you need us. *pause* Well, I am, Marty's visiting his folks.-
Heh, I figured.
-->New drabbles88, which doubled as my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
backtothefanfic challenge fic:
42. Where?
Oh no! There they were!
“Einstein!”
Run! He had to run! Einstein took off toward the kitchen, only to find the route blocked by a pair of legs. Hands reached for him.
“Come here, Einy!”
Never! Einstein turned and sought shelter. He couldn’t let them catch him! Not again! Otherwise. . . .
They grabbed at him, giggling madly, but he managed to elude them. But his luck was rapidly running out – all of the doors were shut tight! He ran in a circle for a moment, then found a spot to hide.
“Einstein?”
“Einstein, where are you?”
Trapped! He was trapped like a rat! Einstein cowered under his master’s desk, whimpering with fear. They were so close. . .so very close. . .and he had no chance for escape. . .
“Einy! Here boy!”
Einstein barked in relief. His master! He would save him! Einstein ran out from under the desk and leapt joyfully on Doc’s legs.
“Well, you’re happy to see me. You must know it’s time – oh-ho, no wonder. What have I told you two about harassing the dog?”
“But Daddy--”
“No buts. Put that stuff away. Your mother doesn’t like you messing with it anyway.”
Martina and Susan sighed and went to return the hair rollers, hair spray, and makeup kit to their mother’s vanity. Einstein watched them, giving himself a little shake to rid himself of the fear.
Sometimes, he really hated living in a house with daughters.
-OD: *tentacles buzz* So Einstein gets his share of torture too, eh?-
Yup! This popped into my head shortly after reading the prompt, and I just thought it was too cute to pass up.
-D: Just out of curiosity, why are all the specifically NonTrilogy drabble88s set in the future?-
*shrug* I dunno. I like writing about your kids?
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revison_doc and eurekasims updates -- Julia's gotten settled in at college, while Allison's working on her toy skills and making friends for promotions. I've decided to try and play the villagers in chunks to keep up the schedule, and perhaps try playing Emma and Emmett for longer periods. I'm eager to get back to Emmett's patch of tomatoes.
-RPD: Weren't you going to video Julia entering college?-
I tried. It just wouldn't go. *grumble* Maybe I should have hit the V key earlier. . . .
-D: Well, there will be other chances.-
Yeah. I hope I can get it for Eureka's Emmett and Marty, at any rate.
Anyway, I'm off to read some spork and write some stuff. Also may do some late-night BTTF watching. :)
-VD2: Sounds good to me. So long as it isn't that depressing "George's tombstone" scene.-
Oh, no, no. Perhaps "Earth Angel" -- if the DVD doesn't go iffy on me again. *suspicious*
-RPD: To be fair, it only took so long last night because you started remodeling the place.-
True, true. But still, with all that pausing and stuff I had to do in the store. . . .
-VD: I'm amazed at how successful that place has become.-
Me too -- they're up to Rank 7, which I think makes them equal with George and Lorraine. People are finally starting to buy the expensive stuff too. It's great.
-TD: But exhausting.-
Yeah, poor little Sims. At least I'm not shy about using Energizers when I need to. The Eureka Sims don't have that luxury yet, ya know. Emmett needs to start inventing some of these aspiration awards.
-TD: Well, get on it then!-
I'm trying, I'm trying!
Anyway, updates:
-->Chapter 5 of "V.D." is up!
-VD: *applauds* At last.-
Yeah, I know. I'm just glad I managed to figure out how to handle that one paragraph of exposition that was bugging me. Chapter 6 should be easier, though I'm tempted to figure out a way to bulk it up.
-VD: We're here if you need us. *pause* Well, I am, Marty's visiting his folks.-
Heh, I figured.
-->New drabbles88, which doubled as my
backtothefanfic challenge fic:42. Where?
Oh no! There they were!
“Einstein!”
Run! He had to run! Einstein took off toward the kitchen, only to find the route blocked by a pair of legs. Hands reached for him.
“Come here, Einy!”
Never! Einstein turned and sought shelter. He couldn’t let them catch him! Not again! Otherwise. . . .
They grabbed at him, giggling madly, but he managed to elude them. But his luck was rapidly running out – all of the doors were shut tight! He ran in a circle for a moment, then found a spot to hide.
“Einstein?”
“Einstein, where are you?”
Trapped! He was trapped like a rat! Einstein cowered under his master’s desk, whimpering with fear. They were so close. . .so very close. . .and he had no chance for escape. . .
“Einy! Here boy!”
Einstein barked in relief. His master! He would save him! Einstein ran out from under the desk and leapt joyfully on Doc’s legs.
“Well, you’re happy to see me. You must know it’s time – oh-ho, no wonder. What have I told you two about harassing the dog?”
“But Daddy--”
“No buts. Put that stuff away. Your mother doesn’t like you messing with it anyway.”
Martina and Susan sighed and went to return the hair rollers, hair spray, and makeup kit to their mother’s vanity. Einstein watched them, giving himself a little shake to rid himself of the fear.
Sometimes, he really hated living in a house with daughters.
-OD: *tentacles buzz* So Einstein gets his share of torture too, eh?-
Yup! This popped into my head shortly after reading the prompt, and I just thought it was too cute to pass up.
-D: Just out of curiosity, why are all the specifically NonTrilogy drabble88s set in the future?-
*shrug* I dunno. I like writing about your kids?
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revison_doc and eurekasims updates -- Julia's gotten settled in at college, while Allison's working on her toy skills and making friends for promotions. I've decided to try and play the villagers in chunks to keep up the schedule, and perhaps try playing Emma and Emmett for longer periods. I'm eager to get back to Emmett's patch of tomatoes.-RPD: Weren't you going to video Julia entering college?-
I tried. It just wouldn't go. *grumble* Maybe I should have hit the V key earlier. . . .
-D: Well, there will be other chances.-
Yeah. I hope I can get it for Eureka's Emmett and Marty, at any rate.
Anyway, I'm off to read some spork and write some stuff. Also may do some late-night BTTF watching. :)
-VD2: Sounds good to me. So long as it isn't that depressing "George's tombstone" scene.-
Oh, no, no. Perhaps "Earth Angel" -- if the DVD doesn't go iffy on me again. *suspicious*
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But that's mostly a given, for me. And I already told you your drabble was cute, but I'm saying it again: Cute!!!
Hee hee hee