@oshizu Oh, yeah! I always pictured Tallulah having a succession of boy toys throughout her immortality. She's a hunter. What can she do?
Wendell doing Soul Mate off-screen? Come on, girl. You know I would not do you like that.
I've just been waiting for the right moment to set things in motion.
We bought the pipe organ to fulfill Otto's "buy an instrument" whim. No one plays it except the ghosts, but thankfully after the first couple of painfully groan-y hauntings they seem to have learned to play actual songs. Apparently possessing instruments builds skills. Who knew?
Oh, and yup! Cressida is doing Grilled Cheese and Public Enemy. Somehow it works, at least in my head.
@wfgodot Glad you like the butler's quarters. She does sleep in the bed sometimes, though seldom at night. She's too busy then making giant stacks of dishes and then leaving them on the floor. :/
If you like the Cave Party idea, Cressida would love to tell you all about her new plan for a dance club in an abandoned mine shaft or possibly the roots of a magical tree!
I'm bummed about Akito's grey hair, too. I don't know if I'm getting more sentimental or if it's because he's not in the household, but I feel very protective of him, and I'm going to miss him a lot.
@Whirligig Hehe. I'm glad you like Cressida. I'm surprising myself at how much I'm enjoying writing her cruelty. I can't believe all of you think I'm evil enough not to show you Wendell wooing his new girlfriend. I'm not a monster, guys! Sheesh!
@Alex The Bearcula thing was genuinely disturbing. It went on and on and on. Poor Catherine. I'm going to have to think of a way to make it up to her.
@Magpie2012 Well, if it was preordained, then I'd like to see the person in charge of preordination, because *shakes fist*! Actually, though, I have to agree with you about Cressida. She really does fill a hole in the household, and I'm glad I got a chance to play her.
Chapter 109: Ladies' Night
Watcher: Awwww. He looks just like a little puppy, sleeping in front of the fire. No wonder everyone loves you so much.
Cressida: Wow. This is awful. You are not good at that.
Arianna: You’re telling me. It’s even louder to me because the violin is right next to my head. Some whims were just not meant to be followed.
Watcher: Sorry now, aren’t you, big guy? I want you to remember this feeling next time you get sleepy and walk right past several dozen soft, comfortable napping surfaces and go straight to that dang bush.
Wendell: I make pandering look good. In fact, I make everything look good.
Cressida: I am going to obliterate this block of wood. It will beg for mercy, and then it will bow to my will and transform into something aesthetically pleasing and highly valuable. OR IT WILL PAY!
Cressida: Oh yeah, block of wood? Say that again. I dare you!
Wood Block: *Cannot speak. Is block of wood.*
Arianna: All right, old Bachelors! Ladies’ Night has arrived! You ready?
Wendell: I was born ready! Let me at ‘em!
Otto: Um, I might need a bit of liquid courage and a pep talk.
Watcher: I offer neither explanation nor excuses for this one.
Otto: You’re a stallion! You’re a devilishly handsome half-alien sim! You can do this!
Wendell: Hehehe. It’s in the bag. It is just so in the bag.
Wendell: Dibs on the blonde!
Otto: The only other woman in the bar besides the blonde is the elderly bartender!
Wendell: And I got dibs! Score one for Wendell!
Wendell: BOOM!
Erika (a.k.a. The Blonde): Ooooooh! A magician! I love magic!
Wendell: Well then how would you like to make some together?
Erika: Teehee!
Wendell: Oops. My phone is out of memory. I guess I’ll just have to tattoo your number on my heart.
Erika: Well, or maybe just get a new phone. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.
Wendell: Oh, baby. Your eyes have already wounded me to the quick. I fear I will never recover. But I have a better solution. How’s about you never leave my side again? Then I won’t need to call you. Now let’s get out of here and go someplace private. I want you all to myself.
Wendell: Game. Wendell Spiffendale has got it.
Watcher: And Otto Spiffendale has not. Run along home, wingman. Your work is done.
Wendell: Well, I’m having a spectacular evening, how about you guys? Everybody good? Yeah?
Arianna: I take it Ladies’ Night was a success?
Wendell: Oh, yeah! You could say that! Or you could ask the lovely blonde goddess hanging out upstairs waiting for me. I bet she’d call it a success, too!
Tallulah: How about you, Dad? Any luck with the ladies?
Otto: Oh, man. They were all over me! It was crazy! You’d think they’d never seen a half-alien stud before. But I had to defer to Wendell and beat them back. He got his lady first, fair and square.
Wendell: I got your back next Friday, my Man!
Otto: Oh, yeah! Heck to the yeah. I’m totally in. For. Sure.
Cressida: Okay, I knew it was going to be epic, but that was seriously EPIC. Zero-G grilled cheese! Awesome! Just, beyond awesome!
Watcher: See, Catherine? The new girl likes Bearcula! She doesn’t feel the need to pummel him into oblivion! I’m sorry, girl, I know we have history, but Blondie McGee here is totally winning right now.
Cressida: Hmmm. I’m sensing something . . . I think it’s . . .oh yeah! It’s fish o’clock. Time for my new buddy to arrive and start casting.
Cressida: As expected. Right on schedule. The guy’s like clockwork.
Cressida: Yo! Have I got some scrumptious conversation for you, my friend! You cannot even tell me you haven’t ever eaten a grilled cheese! I mean, I’ve heard that you never experience hunger, but listen, there are so many other reasons to eat a grilled cheese sandwich, and chief among them . . . pure, unadulterated happiness.
Grim Reaper: What can I say? I’m sold.
Cressida: Oh, and btdubs . . . check out the guns, eh? Purty noice, if I do say so myself.
Grim Reaper: Of course, you realize a well-toned physique will not save you from the inevitability of your demise . . .
Cressida: Oh, no. I’ve got magic fish cake for that. The guns are just for bragging rights and occasionally knocking some heads.
Grim Reaper: Oh, okay then. As long as we’re on the same page.
Cressida: Hey, so talking to you completes my first aspiration, but I’m going to need you again for my second one. Do you think you could try and keep me apprised of your schedule for the next couple of weeks? I’d like to be as efficient about this as possible.
Grim Reaper: Hey, anything for my new Grilled Cheese Bro. You know, your Dad’s coming up fairly soon. Not your birth dad, of course, but-
Cressida: Dadkito? Yeah, I’m aware. We’re keeping close tabs on him, but I have to get a job soon and if it happens while I’m at work we’re pretty much sunk. I’ve got a spoiled pufferfish in my inventory as backup, but I think we might just add a bunch more elders to You’ve Urned It and hope for the best. I realize I have a reputation for being ruthless, and don’t tell anyone, but orchestrating a death makes me a little queasy.
Grim Reaper: You’ll get over that, but don’t worry. In the meantime, I got your back.
Cressida: Thanks, man. You rock.
Pernille: Woooo! Birthday! Happy Birthday, girl!
Cressida: Thanks, thanks, but back off guys, I’ve got some serious flirting to catch up on!
