Foxglove Asylum: Week One

[simphonies]

Howdy-do. I was inspired to do an asylum challenge after reading Lotus's awesome one. The guidelines I'll (mostly) be following can be found here. I might not probably won't follow them to the letter. Now, time for the ~*~introductions~*~.


On the left is Nadine Bixby made by yours truly. Next is Bran Myst by rhiannon-alexis.


Next are Christian Marx by bilo_x and Lyanna Myst, another sim by rhiannon-alexis.

This bugger is Berlin Cain by mickey-sims.


Cherry Harper by Lotus. It seems as though she knows what's coming.


Say hello to Barttz Tipona by sixamsims.


And lastly, here's Polly Foxglove, my controllable asylum patient. I named the challenge after her because a) I love her and b) I am not creative. The LTW that she rolled was to become a celebrity chef. Good luck, Polly.


The first thing anyone does is gaze at the light fixtures and display their approval/disapproval. Then, smug little Barttz does something smart and claims a bed.


Christian decides to stand around, gaping at the ceiling.

Nadine is productive and ~artisitc~.

Then, Barttz and Berlin decide to bond and form a temporary bromance while not watching tv.


~insert song lyrics pertaining to vanity here~

Berlin: So, how about I kill you all and you come back as ghosts? I think you'd be much more interesting in a non-corporeal form.

Christian: How about we try that out on you?

Barttz: W-what? Can't we just pick up chicks?

Cherry: People can die?

Nadine manages to win the race to the toilet.

Bran: I was here first! I get the toilet after Nadine's done.

Christian: Yeah. Sure.

This photo is to document a trend that lasts for almost the entire first week after Polly starts it: salad-making. Really, all anyone ever chooses to cook are salads.

Barttz: You know something interesting? You look like my first wife. I've never been married.

Oh, Barttz. Just quit while you're ahead and don't talk.

Bran chose to eat outside, away from everyone else. Then he gets pissy when he realizes it was a bad idea.

Now it's time for World of Incontinence, starring:

Christian...


Barttz...


Cherry. :< It's sad when she does it.


And Nadine, who managed to piss herself even after having the first dibs on the porcelain throne.


Bless you, Lyanna. Autonomous cleaning is always awesome.


Polly's face: not cute. Her playing piano: not cute.
Do I still love her? Yes.


In the morning of day two, Lyanna earns the honor of being the first one to pass out. For some reason that eludes me, she went all the way to the front gate to do it.


Meanwhile, Barttz finds the phonograph and gets his ~groove~ on.


More piano-butchery commences after Polly gets home from her prestigious dish washing job.


This picture...I don't even know. It looks awkward, but maybe Barttz + Bran = Alien OTP?


Nadine refuses to work out in anything but her very best formal accoutrements.


This household obviously sets standards for sanitation.
Very low ones.


Nadine: Bed, why must you tantalize me so? You have been claimed by another! Why? WHY? Alas, this world is too cruel!


This picture is sponsored by Christian's bare chest.


Berlin: This screenshot is absolute rubbish, along with everything in this facility, including you and your terrible excuse for pb&j sandwiches.


Berlin: But I look so good eating them, don't I?


What.


I was about to caption this with something like "Ah, how wonderful;" but then I remembered that for Cherry to be mopping a puddle, someone else had to have peed themselves there. orz


Berlin is a stargazer. How hip.


Nadine discovers the bass; it looks as though she doesn't find it to her liking. Barttz is still being creepy.


At this point, around day three, everyone abandoned all hope or desire of maintaining personal hygiene.


Ah, nothing like a good stretch while standing in your own excrement.


Bran: Are you wearing space pants? 'Cause baby, your butt is out of this world.


Cherry: Ha! Ha. Ha. Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before.
Really, Barttz? Really?


Polly tried to talk to Christian, but it seems like she scared him somehow.


Or he could just be crazy.


Yeah, I'll go with crazy.


Nadine is confused by the putrid scent of bodily odor wafting from her body.


I once again find Polly hacking away at the piano. It seemed that she decided a little music was appropriate for the following display of friendly banter:




Berlin's face. Just look at how magnificent it is.


Really.


Magnificent.

Barttz is not impressed, so Berlin has to up his game.


Berlin: I am so frustrated constipated!
Well, that was all kinds of beautiful.

I go back to Polly and find this:

Well, didn't see that coming. But I'm okay with this.


Really, they are about to DEVOUR each other, such is the depth of their ~passion~.


Barttz: So you didn't actually think my pick up line was clever?! I heard you talking to Lyanna (Hi there Lyanna, haven't seen you in a while) about it. You made me think you were interested in me!


Barttz: Huh? Those walls certainly look interesting.


He then procedes to pass out before he can reach a bed. Bravo, Barttz.


This glitch provided me with a lot of snickers and chortles and joy until it got old.


Seriously. The interactions between members of the household are almost entirely hostile.


Barttz: Yes! I have a mug stuck to my hand! Maybe I can get Cherry to talk to me now~
Cherry: I can hear you.


Barttz: You can? And? Whaddya think?
Cherry: Leave me alone.


Not cool, Christian. Breaking the tv is not okay.


He does redeem himself by cleaning the kitchen, though. ┐('～`；)┌


Bran: You're so evil! It offends me!


Christian: Couldn't you find a better way to pick a fight?


Christian: Puh-leeeeease. Talk to bowl.


Skill: Spearing a bowl with a fork.


Hi Bran. It seems you've joined the Let's All Glitch and Stick Mugs to Our Hands Club.


Nothing new here, really, except Polly chose to play her piano right before A Very Bad Thing happened.


Such as the asylum's first fire.
Good going, Nadine.


I have to admit, though, that Nadine is a total BAMF since she immediately starts extinguishing said fire.

Crisis averted, all's well that ends well, etc etc.


And so, I leave you here, with Christian creepily spacing out while watching Polly sleep.

I hope that my commentary was tolerable and that you enjoyed reading.ヽ(´▽`)/