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crossover_chickWell, I promised you guys drabbles88s, so here you go.
26. Spring
“EEE-AAUUUUGGGHH!”
Agatha’s head jerked up sharply as something went flying by her window. Dashing over, she saw something black and feathery, roughly man-shaped, sailing toward the decorative pond in the courtyard. Following behind it was an open briefcase, scattering papers to the wind. Agatha caught one and looked it over. Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, for. . . .”
She ignored the splash the unfortunate man made and headed for the entrance hall. Emmett was standing there, laughing his head off as he watched the scene through the wide windows. She glowered at her cousin. “What have I told you about corrupting my castle?”
Emmett looked at her, one eyebrow raised incredulously. “It needs corrupting?” He looked back out as the man climbed slowly out of the pool. “Besides, it’s my castle too.”
“Even if it is, we’re trying to make it more friendly to guests, remember?”
Emmett snorted. “Agatha, you should have said that before I installed the lightning moat.”
“I only let you do that because it whined,” Agatha said, looking at the mortar accusingly.
“What, exactly, is the problem, my lady?” the Castle asked, stone scraping as it spoke.
“The problem is that you two just tarred, feathered, and catapulted an insurance salesman into the pool in the courtyard!”
Emmett blinked. “So?”
“So, the courtyard is inside the castle! I’ve told you a million times you’re supposed to dump them in the river! Instead you just gave him free access to the inside!”
“Great Scott! I didn’t even think of that,” Emmett said, worriedly running his fingers through his hair. “And he was offering insurance on replacement parts for constructs! If he runs into Clara or Marty--”
“Or even Maxim, if he’s brave enough,” Agatha nodded. “Come on, we’d better find him and get him out of here before somebody loses a limb. Castle, quickest way to the armory?”
This was inspired by this quickie thread in the Nexus. I was deeply amused to see the Kestle in there, and then Doc's ideas struck me as amusing. . . .
-TD: *snort*-
-VDM: I'd just let the guy run into Maxim myself.-
Hey, you never know. Maxim might actually be convinced into signing a policy.
Anyway, yeah, just a silly future thing I felt compelled to write up.
-VD: Considering what's happening in the comic, that salesman got off light.-
Indeed. You see, Agatha, Emmett ISN'T corrupting your castle.
81. Purple
Doc stalked through the secret passageway, keeping as close to the wall as possible. Not for the first time, he wished that the candlestick he had picked up had come with a candle. It was dark as hell in here. Then again, light could attract attention. And attention was the last thing he needed.
He finally reached the opposite door and eased it open. The study appeared to be empty. Doc cautiously stepped inside. Now. . . .
The main door suddenly opened, and Marty came inside, looking rather nervous. He jumped when he saw Doc. “Professor Plum! Jesus, you startled me.”
“Sorry, Colonel Mustard,” Doc said. “I came here through the passage. Trying to keep a low profile now that our host has been--” He stopped, not sure he actually wanted to say it.
“Yeah,” Marty nodded. “It’s creepy, knowing we’re all locked in here with a murderer.”
“Indeed,” Doc agreed. “Though I have a theory on who did it.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Doc leaned in a little closer. “I think it was Miss Scarlett, with the lead pipe, in the billiards room.”
Marty shook his head. “Sorry, Professor. I have proof she was in the powder room then.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Because--” Marty blushed a little “–I was in there too.”
Doc rolled his eyes. “I see. Then--”
Doc suddenly stopped. “Hang on a moment. That means none of us did it.”
“What??” Marty blinked. “What the hell do you mean, none of us did it?”
“I’ve been making accusations all over the mansion, and everyone’s come up with an alibi! And I know I didn’t do it!”
Marty’s eyes narrowed. “How do we know? It could have been you, Professor Plum. With that candlestick, in the hall!”
“If it had been me, I’d have blood on my clothes and the candlestick!” Doc protested. “And I was in the conservatory at the time of the murder! Mrs. White can vouch for me!”
Marty frowned. “Oh.” He frowned, confused. “But – if none of us did it – then whose name is it in the envelope?”
In response, Doc raced to the center hall, picked up said envelope, and tore it open. Three pieces of paper fluttered out. Doc picked up the first one and frowned.
“All right, who’s the wise-ass who made a card for Wadsworth?”
-VD2: This still makes more sense than HatterDoc accusing his own character in the room he just entered (with the rope) on his third turn, and actually getting it.-
-HD: Surprised me too.-
Hehehe. After seeing the movie the other day, I just had to do a Clue-related Drabbles88. As you can probably guess, Doc and his friends (Marty, Jennifer, George, Lorraine, and Clara) are playing a game of Clue, which has gone horribly wrong. Doc naturally HAD to be Professor Plum. I chose Colonel Mustard for Marty at random. You can probably guess Miss Scarlett's Jennifer.
-J: And Mrs. White's Clara?-
*nodnod* Peacock and Green are George and Lorraine, respectively.
-M: Lemme guess -- it was Dad who made the fake card.-
Heh, yup. Might have gotten away with it too if a bad deal hadn't ended up giving everyone else all the regular player cards. It's all in silly fun.
-D: All fun and games until someone gets bashed over the head with a candlestick.-
Exactly.
And I also have some Sim pictures, since I visited Arcanum again to work some more on that castle. It's slow-going, especially since I keep having to motherlode them. Big houses aren't really my style.
First floor, with more stuff. I've added furniture and appliances to the dining room, bathrooms, servants' quarters, and ballroom here, along with the inner courtyard.
Second floor. Started on the King and Queen's bedroom and bathroom, and made a music room.
Close-up of the music room and the King and Queen's suite. I basically stuck all the instruments in there, along with a karoke machine. The King and Queen have a nice bed, dresser, and vanity, and a bathroom with two of everything so they don't have to fight over the toilet.
Closer look at the dining room, related bathroom, and a bit of the study.
Close-up of the dining room bathroom. Since this one is more for guests, it has extra toilets, showers, and sinks. I really gotta find a non-green recolor of that toilet, though.
The very long and thin study. With bookcases, a desk and typewriter, mirrors, and a chess board. Good for studying, right?
The inner courtyard, now with barbeque station and tables, and lounging chairs. And lights that remain permanently on so the place isn't drenched in darkness.
The ballroom. With bar for thirsty dancers, a phonograph, and a piano. Very elegant, no? (probably not)
The servants' bedroom. Two beds, two easels, and a workout machine. Servants need to be fit and strong, after all.
The servants' bathroom. They have only one toilet and sink and tub, and their dresser and vanity are in there to use up the space.
Finally, I put a few things for outside relaxation here -- a hot spring, hammock, and bench to watch the moat. Though what they really need is a door out here. Heh.
It's a lengthy project, but I'm quite liking it.
And now, I have a bunch of comments to answer. Later!
26. Spring
“EEE-AAUUUUGGGHH!”
Agatha’s head jerked up sharply as something went flying by her window. Dashing over, she saw something black and feathery, roughly man-shaped, sailing toward the decorative pond in the courtyard. Following behind it was an open briefcase, scattering papers to the wind. Agatha caught one and looked it over. Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, for. . . .”
She ignored the splash the unfortunate man made and headed for the entrance hall. Emmett was standing there, laughing his head off as he watched the scene through the wide windows. She glowered at her cousin. “What have I told you about corrupting my castle?”
Emmett looked at her, one eyebrow raised incredulously. “It needs corrupting?” He looked back out as the man climbed slowly out of the pool. “Besides, it’s my castle too.”
“Even if it is, we’re trying to make it more friendly to guests, remember?”
Emmett snorted. “Agatha, you should have said that before I installed the lightning moat.”
“I only let you do that because it whined,” Agatha said, looking at the mortar accusingly.
“What, exactly, is the problem, my lady?” the Castle asked, stone scraping as it spoke.
“The problem is that you two just tarred, feathered, and catapulted an insurance salesman into the pool in the courtyard!”
Emmett blinked. “So?”
“So, the courtyard is inside the castle! I’ve told you a million times you’re supposed to dump them in the river! Instead you just gave him free access to the inside!”
“Great Scott! I didn’t even think of that,” Emmett said, worriedly running his fingers through his hair. “And he was offering insurance on replacement parts for constructs! If he runs into Clara or Marty--”
“Or even Maxim, if he’s brave enough,” Agatha nodded. “Come on, we’d better find him and get him out of here before somebody loses a limb. Castle, quickest way to the armory?”
This was inspired by this quickie thread in the Nexus. I was deeply amused to see the Kestle in there, and then Doc's ideas struck me as amusing. . . .
-TD: *snort*-
-VDM: I'd just let the guy run into Maxim myself.-
Hey, you never know. Maxim might actually be convinced into signing a policy.
Anyway, yeah, just a silly future thing I felt compelled to write up.
-VD: Considering what's happening in the comic, that salesman got off light.-
Indeed. You see, Agatha, Emmett ISN'T corrupting your castle.
81. Purple
Doc stalked through the secret passageway, keeping as close to the wall as possible. Not for the first time, he wished that the candlestick he had picked up had come with a candle. It was dark as hell in here. Then again, light could attract attention. And attention was the last thing he needed.
He finally reached the opposite door and eased it open. The study appeared to be empty. Doc cautiously stepped inside. Now. . . .
The main door suddenly opened, and Marty came inside, looking rather nervous. He jumped when he saw Doc. “Professor Plum! Jesus, you startled me.”
“Sorry, Colonel Mustard,” Doc said. “I came here through the passage. Trying to keep a low profile now that our host has been--” He stopped, not sure he actually wanted to say it.
“Yeah,” Marty nodded. “It’s creepy, knowing we’re all locked in here with a murderer.”
“Indeed,” Doc agreed. “Though I have a theory on who did it.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Doc leaned in a little closer. “I think it was Miss Scarlett, with the lead pipe, in the billiards room.”
Marty shook his head. “Sorry, Professor. I have proof she was in the powder room then.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Because--” Marty blushed a little “–I was in there too.”
Doc rolled his eyes. “I see. Then--”
Doc suddenly stopped. “Hang on a moment. That means none of us did it.”
“What??” Marty blinked. “What the hell do you mean, none of us did it?”
“I’ve been making accusations all over the mansion, and everyone’s come up with an alibi! And I know I didn’t do it!”
Marty’s eyes narrowed. “How do we know? It could have been you, Professor Plum. With that candlestick, in the hall!”
“If it had been me, I’d have blood on my clothes and the candlestick!” Doc protested. “And I was in the conservatory at the time of the murder! Mrs. White can vouch for me!”
Marty frowned. “Oh.” He frowned, confused. “But – if none of us did it – then whose name is it in the envelope?”
In response, Doc raced to the center hall, picked up said envelope, and tore it open. Three pieces of paper fluttered out. Doc picked up the first one and frowned.
“All right, who’s the wise-ass who made a card for Wadsworth?”
-VD2: This still makes more sense than HatterDoc accusing his own character in the room he just entered (with the rope) on his third turn, and actually getting it.-
-HD: Surprised me too.-
Hehehe. After seeing the movie the other day, I just had to do a Clue-related Drabbles88. As you can probably guess, Doc and his friends (Marty, Jennifer, George, Lorraine, and Clara) are playing a game of Clue, which has gone horribly wrong. Doc naturally HAD to be Professor Plum. I chose Colonel Mustard for Marty at random. You can probably guess Miss Scarlett's Jennifer.
-J: And Mrs. White's Clara?-
*nodnod* Peacock and Green are George and Lorraine, respectively.
-M: Lemme guess -- it was Dad who made the fake card.-
Heh, yup. Might have gotten away with it too if a bad deal hadn't ended up giving everyone else all the regular player cards. It's all in silly fun.
-D: All fun and games until someone gets bashed over the head with a candlestick.-
Exactly.
And I also have some Sim pictures, since I visited Arcanum again to work some more on that castle. It's slow-going, especially since I keep having to motherlode them. Big houses aren't really my style.
First floor, with more stuff. I've added furniture and appliances to the dining room, bathrooms, servants' quarters, and ballroom here, along with the inner courtyard.
Second floor. Started on the King and Queen's bedroom and bathroom, and made a music room.
Close-up of the music room and the King and Queen's suite. I basically stuck all the instruments in there, along with a karoke machine. The King and Queen have a nice bed, dresser, and vanity, and a bathroom with two of everything so they don't have to fight over the toilet.
Closer look at the dining room, related bathroom, and a bit of the study.
Close-up of the dining room bathroom. Since this one is more for guests, it has extra toilets, showers, and sinks. I really gotta find a non-green recolor of that toilet, though.
The very long and thin study. With bookcases, a desk and typewriter, mirrors, and a chess board. Good for studying, right?
The inner courtyard, now with barbeque station and tables, and lounging chairs. And lights that remain permanently on so the place isn't drenched in darkness.
The ballroom. With bar for thirsty dancers, a phonograph, and a piano. Very elegant, no? (probably not)
The servants' bedroom. Two beds, two easels, and a workout machine. Servants need to be fit and strong, after all.
The servants' bathroom. They have only one toilet and sink and tub, and their dresser and vanity are in there to use up the space.
Finally, I put a few things for outside relaxation here -- a hot spring, hammock, and bench to watch the moat. Though what they really need is a door out here. Heh.
It's a lengthy project, but I'm quite liking it.
And now, I have a bunch of comments to answer. Later!
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Date: 2008-09-02 03:54 am (UTC)And I like the castle. I like big houses. Or, rather, I like AL's house. It's usually the biggest I build (again and again and again...really it seems like almost every time I boot up Sims I'm rebuilding her house! Though this time I've figured out how to fit the trunk at the foot of her bed and the dresser so she'll actually go AROUND the damned thing...Sims are stupid).
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Date: 2008-09-02 04:04 am (UTC)Thanks! It's a big work in progress, but I'm confident I'll finish it someday.
Hehehe. Glad you figured that out. Sims ARE stupid. Their little pixelated minds just don't work right.
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Date: 2008-09-03 01:30 am (UTC)Wadsworth: *whistles innocently, pointing at Farley behind his back*
BTW - found your post about Rift!Fic involving Farley. Any questions, comments?
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Date: 2008-09-03 01:38 am (UTC)Er, how do you mean? (Changed the one about the skid to regular!Changeling -- one of the other muns wasn't cool with her character being written by anyone else, and I certainly didn't want to upset anybody)