Undead Brothers
I'm fairly sure the last time we met Jaques, he had hair.
Ret: Or maybe, he was hiding his baldness under the hat.
Mary: I love you without the hair.
Ret: Baaaldyyyy. Baaadlyyyy.
Yes, that's quite enough.
Hair or no hair, it's a nice wedding.
Mary: I take thee, Jaques Smith, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health...
Ret: With hair or with no hair...
Mary: ... to have and to hold, from this day forwards.
Albert, Gabrielle: Aww, such a lovely wedding.
Josie: What wedding?
And I wish I could provide you with a caption for Iris but I honestly have no idea.
Iris: It's a common frog wedding ritual.
Of stabbing yourself while shouting you're hungry?
Iris: Oh, I didn't know I was holding my chisel.
Iris: Ahh, what a lovely wedding.
Ethel: It's still creepy. Mostly because of the chisel. But also just because it's you.
Mary and Jaques move out to start their new, saner life away from this house. But the madness remains.
Iris: One more sculpture, and I'm supermaxed! Onwards, for the win!
That's all well and good, but you're not going to get very far.
Iris: It's modern art.
But there's no category for Air Sculptures, so you're going to have to do another stone one.
Iris: Not fair.
Iris: I hate you and will remain hating you until the end of my days. I will hunt you down.
Good. But can you do that sculpture first?
Iris: A true artist cannot work to requirements.
Again... I don't even have anything to say. Perhaps the picture speaks for itself.
Iris: I'm normal. Why can't you see that?
In non-weird news, Albert finally gets his YA outfits. I just recoloured the everyday wear he aged up in, as it suited him really well. He's chosen to join the music career because his LTW is to be a Hit Movie Composer. I doubt he'll achieve it before Iris moves out, but it's worth a try.
The requirements situation is that Iris is supermaxed in sculpting and completed the photography career as a teen. Everything's pretty much sorted apart from Ret making the last few NPC friends needed and Iris getting some opportunities. Which are very thin on the ground. That's why she's in the sports career, like I said last chapter, and why she's now taken up drumming.
She's so busy drumming, she fails to notice it's a full moon.
Is that... it can't be...
Iris: What?
Kieran's still a zombie. Poor Kieran.
Kieran: Sorry.
S'not your fault. I shouldn't have moved you out, should I? It's my fault really.
Ret: I really need to paint my toes.
I'm having an emotional moment with your uncle and you're talking about toenail polish?
Ret: Yeah, but my toes look ugly.
Daniel: Oh, hey bro.
Kieran: Sorry, can't chat, gotta eat these plants by morning.
Daniel: I might be transparent but at least I'm not a zombie.
Kieran: Heard that!
Daniel: You know I love you really.
Ethel: Dad! You look awesomely ghosty! Dead suits you.
Daniel: Thanks. I think. Anyway, I've got something I need to tell you and I can't stay for long, I'm only passing through. *whispers*
Ethel: Oh!
Ethel: I've missed you.
Daniel: I've missed you all too.
Ethel: But me most of all, obviously.
I can't work out if a zombie with a walking stick is completely unterrifying (they can't go that fast, surely) or even more terrifying (what if it's a weapon?).
But it's just plain weird when they continue to eat dirt even when they're cured.
Iris: So, I made you the sculpture.
Oh yes, as soon as Iris learns another skill the sculpting opps start rolling in. Weird.
Alys: I don't really care about the sculpture, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you and ask you to dinner. Like, as a date?
Criminals: Quick, run!
Ethel: I'm running, I'm running. Are we being busted?!
Ethel: Unless the local police have seriously updated their raid procedure, that's not a raid.
Three generations in Lunar Lakes, and three meteors. I've never had a meteor in any other file.
Ethel: Apparently, if your workplace explodes, you become unemployed.
Not massively surprising, that.
Ethel: Goodbye, criminal career. Hello, some less exciting way of making money.
