Monday, June 23, 2014

08. Terrific Teens


Safehouse 721, Yadreni House
Poka, Lypton, Psveurtzke
Operation Reanimation Day 80



Identification: Subject 2B, Petra Yadreni, center. Udolf, wolf.

Subject 4A, Kali Yadreni, unpictured; author of this journal.

The ghosts kept coming, but we got used to it for the most part. If things were ever too bad, we'd quickly run either to the Elder Cell upstairs or way out in the snow.
Udolf: (Ruff, ruff, love me so you'll get your hopes up of having a werewolf only for me to never return until you're an elder, ruff!)


Peter: You weren't thinking of leaving, were you??


Identification: Subject 4A, Kali Yadreni, left, author of journal. Subject 3A, Kai Yadreni, center.
Kali: So, one of us is going to heir, right? Which one of us is having babies?
Petra: It doesn't matter right now; you're both going to be working before getting married.
I don't know why I pretend not to know I'm heiress. I'm sure it'll be done by some secret government vote, but Kai wants to be just like our mother... in that he wants the same job she's already finished. I got it in the bag.


The vermin problem on the ground is becoming an even bigger problem. The soil may have been saved by grandpa Peter, but he didn't anticipate this invasive species.

For the record, between the three of us, we couldn't stop a single swarm. 


Identification: Iggy Azalea Jones, right. Intelligence level 6.
This is Iggy. He's just about the cutest Sim in existence, and I can't wait to crush his pathetic teenage heart.


Kali: So, Iggy. What do you like to do?
Iggy: Uh, walk around, I guess?
Kali: Fascinating!
Iggy: Haha, ha.... yeah.


Kali: Say, I'm a member of a haunted-- err, prestigious family. We are the ones recovering Lypton from the firework incident.
Iggy: Whoa, that's kind of cool!


Iggy: Whoa, you're kind of hot, too! Cool!
Boys are so weak.


Kali: AHH! Dad!! Go away!!!! Iggy, ignore him!
Iggy: Oh.
Kallias: Muhahahaha, he better be a knowledge Sim!


Skilling-wise, we both maxed logic pretty quickly. Besides that, Kai was the only one who could for his career, since he needed cleaning. There's always enough to clean if you're willing to wash your hands four times.


But the great thing for Kai--well, I don't know if he'd call it great--was when the sink and the shower broke in the same room. The result is an endless supply of puddles to mop!
Kai: UGGHHH!!!


Besides harassing walk-by's, I didn't really have much to do. I tried collecting bugs.


It didn't work out.


Petra: Time for me to go, honey! I love you!


Petra: Ahh! Now, what was I doing?


Kali: Hey, mom. Congratulations!
Petra: Thanks! For what?


Seeing mom grew up was hard. She's done so much for us, and now it was our turn to do something for her. I'm just glad for all three of us that Kai and I were teenagers already; our dad had to survive alone as a child while making sure grandpa Peter lived, and, well, you can see how he turned out.


The Elder Cell was set up this time. Mom had a table where we put food daily, chairs, a bed, toilet, shower, sink, and chess set. The rest of that floor is still used for career reward storage (they were put there before the top floor was built).


Kai ended up doing something highly illegal. Without anyone looking, he smashed grandpa Dallas's grave, and threw it away! While secretly we'll all be glad that his ghost is gone forever, if the merchant of Death or any of them find out we'll all be dead. Gotta keep going on, though, I guess!


On our birthday, we went up to mom's room so she could watch us grow up.
Kali: Hey, mom! Remember us? We're growing up!
Kai: Don't push it, Kali. She'll come when she's autonomously pushed.


Kai: Here we gooo!
Petra: Now whose birthday is it?


Petra: Oh, yours! I could have sworn it was mine!


Identification: Subject 4A, Kali Yadreni.
GPCS: 6-10-4-7-6, Romance
Desire: Become Celebrity Chef (Culinary)


Identification: Subject 3A, Kai Yadreni.
GPCS: 4-10-10-3-8, Knowledge
Desire: Become Chief of Staff (Medicine)


Aaand, cue the no-college knowledge Sim breakdown.


Identification: Agent 0081, right. Duties involve aiding subjects through times of extreme anguish.
Agent 0081: Tkree zhkenerakions of kc-nowledgk Sims? In k'apocalypsek? kWhy?
Kai: Are you here to give me my degree?


Agent 0081: Khere's a note, bkoy. If zeitzher of youz 'avke a kc-nowledgk Sim bay-bkee, KILL ZHEM! kWell, znot zkat youz zneed morke kghostsz...


Adulthood saw us finally looking for jobs. The first three days left nothing interesting, though, so we keep skilling and waiting. Certainly not as bad as it could be!

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