Monday Morning's class saw a newly changed over Eddy and Mahmoud's face was back to normal (see, it's only temporary and then it wears off). They were standing outside their building in preparation for afternoon classes. Mahmoud was grateful that morning that the curse had worn off and that he had his old face back again; he was so relieved that he nearly collapsed to the floor in gratitude. If he goes back to his constant baiting of members of the other gender at university, he'll wear that face permanently.
Everyone was shocked to see Eddy's change of hair color and business attire. They had only familiarized themselves with the old goth Eddy and well, the new attire made everyone make a double-take.
Mahmoud saw a statuesque redhead walk by. "Hey...that's one foxy young lady..." he said to Eddy.
"Mahmoud, just don't say anything. You really don't want Haruo ticked off at you."
"Why?"Mahmoud asked.
"Haruo and River will take turns stomping you into the ground; Bri is their daughter."
Mahmoud shut his mouth...and looked over at Bri. Yeah, he valued his existence over gratification.
Night fell again over the Chikamori kids' home and well, it certainly looked fantastic as the campus lit up.
Tuesday morning was the usual rush to get to lectures, of course some had more time than others.
...and others had to run for class...or skipped it entirely...probably not good for the grades, but the Watcher is only concerned with those whom he intends to be benevolent to.
The others just get a dose of his wrath. Such as one sim who was particularly late to her class.
Braden spent time out near the square reading...in the cold. I guess it did something for his brain that he was able to concentrate on things more easily in the cold. He must definitely be a true Canadian. Canadians tend to get lethargic in the heat.
Of course, it was rather surprising to see the rainbow at the end of the day through a break in the snow-clouds.
...and after-class everyone headed to their respective homes and had their dinners, the Chikamoris included.
Of course it didn't help that a paparazzi decided that tonight was a good night to trail Brianna home from school to see if she could gather any juicy scuttlebutt. A ten-million volt charge of discouragement made her see the light.
Nothing like an awesome dose of shock therapy to encourage those no-good meddlers into at least pretending to be upstanding members of society and leave the celebrities in-town alone...never works. So the Watcher will just have to keep a can of Jolt on hand for just these special occasions.
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