Things Get Back to Normal

Once everything was sorted out and people realized that Molly wasn't dead, everyone went and did their own thing. River, wanting some peace and quiet after that last night's brouhaha, went and sketched in the martial arts room downstairs.

Meanwhile there were tardy students around Riverview who had no inclination of going to school, but somehow, this particular student felt as though he was being watched.. The Watcher, being his usual sadistic self, decided to give that particular Sim a 1 GV (gigavolt) reason to go to school. Hey, it was a jolt to wake him up as to the necessity of maintaining a good school attendance record. Listen, kids, stay in school.

Masatoshi and Susan after a long day at work at the Science Lab headed home.

This time, Yasunobu decided that at the ripe old age of 70 that he would learn to play the drums. Haruo was beyond the age where that kind of thing was embarrassing. "Hey, Dad, whatever you want to do, eh...just give'r." If Roger Taylor could do play at a high calibre of drum-playing at 68, why the heck not?

When the kids got home from school, they went straight to the kitchen table or sat on the floor and ended up doing their homework. They were good kids.

Fiona did yet another politicial campaign fundraiser...when one ends up going for the highest office in Canada, one needs to have a large purse to draw from. There are plenty of lobby groups in Canada, however, they don't have the purse-strings or the influence that US lobby groups have. But Fiona was doing alright by herself, with her benefactors. On top of that her power base and her influence was growing.

In the morning, Haruo headed off to the Elixir Shop to consign some gemstone dust as well as a few lower-end gems to see if they would sell.

Sandi, Yasunobu and Satoshi were doing a jam-session.

Haruo decided to cook dinner, and then joined their jam-session adding some keyboard to the mix.

That got River all hot...and she asked him if he wanted to go woohoo in the shower to cool down. She didn't really have to ask. Like F-14 Tomcat pilots proudly wear on their flightsuit shoulder patch. "Anytime...baby..."