Wednesday 30 October 2013

Chapter Eighty One - My Butt Is On FIRE!

Hannah moved out. Went to join a hippie commune at the other side of town to pursue her career (I've decided to set the spares up with their dream jobs first before moving them out, that way they have some sort of focus going on). I can see all three girls in direct contest with one another now, especially since all three rolled the same Lifetime Wish - Vocal Legend.

So that means we might see her around, might not.

Did I mention that I assume fairies are immune to their own tricks?
No?
I'm probably sure that I did at some point?

Well, the victim of Shannon's shower trick, was none other than Sophie.
Since skipping school, missing a day's work and getting into heaps of trouble, she's not gotten into the frame of mind of sneaking around the house!!


Whilst Shannon was dreaming of.... not wanting to go swimming????? Sophie decided to sneak into the bathroom to have a quick shower.

Dun dun dunnnnnn!!!!
We have pink hair to match Sophie's wings.


 WHAT????
Oh man, I HATE this. This day SUCKS!


I thought you liked 'Hot Pink'

Not on my hair I don't.  Now I'm going to have to wash it all out. BAH.


I can almost hear Shannon sniggering under the bedcovers for that one.
The butler, it seems, is quite a hippy chick as she casts away her usual formal uniform in favour of this informal attire.


Vanessa: Sophie, what are you doing?
Sophie: None of your business
Vanessa: You are not serious about sneaking out are you?
Sophie: Are you kidding me? I'm grounded remember, as are you. I'm just .... reviewing the situation
Vanessa: I hope you know what you are doing.
Shannon: I can hear you girls, don't know what you two are plotting but you'd better stop right now.



Because Sophie was grounded and any attempts to sneak out were thwarted, she was getting a little antsy. So I decided to use the free social to summon her 'prom boyfriend' Andrea Lunsford. Actually, it's just an excuse to check him out, see what this kid looks like, that's all.


Andrea: Hey Soph, it's Love Day, fancy hanging out at the Festival Grounds?
Sophie: Nah, sorry, grounded, but we can hang out here. Wanna play rock paper scissors?
Andrea: Um, that's a bit lame, but meh, why not?

They played for a little while then got bored.


Sophie: Hey, I've got a cool karaoke machine in the basement, wanna try it out?
Andrea: You have a basement? Cool!


The two of them warbled a few tunes together to pass the time away. Meanwhile upstairs, Vanessa is having a bad day.

Vanessa: Soooo unfair. It's Love Day and I'm stuck indoors, no date.... nothing, whilst my sister has her boyfriend in the basement singing love songs to each other. This day SUCKS!


Shannon, however, had other plans.
Shannon: Since you've behaved yourself, I'm letting you off the hook, okay? Will that straighten your face up somewhat?
Vanessa: Really??? Oh wow, that's so cool!!!!
Shannon: That's okay, as long as you don't do it again.


Vanessa: I won't I promise.
Shannon: Now that you've got your freedom back, what do you want to do?
Vanessa: Can I have my driving lessons back? Please?
Shannon: Of course you can, it'll get both of us out of the house anyways.
Vanessa: Um .... Sophie????
Shannon: Blaine's still here, he can keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't get into any mischief.

Downstairs, however, things took a really odd twist.
One minute Sophie and Andrea are singing.....


Andrea: Bored with this, I want to swim in your pool.
Sophie: Hey hang on, I'm not done with this song yet.


Too late, Andrea changes into his swimming gear, complete with flippers.
Desperate to get control out of what was starting to look like a terrible outing, Sophie blurted out that she had an imaginary friend.

Sophie: His name is Pat.
Andrea: Not THIS again, seriously, that is soooo lame and sooooo BOOOOOOOOORING!


Sophie: Wait, wait wait..... um.....

I can see she's really struggling here.


And then this happened. For some really odd reason, a spark shot out of the karaoke machine and caught Andrea's swimming trunks!


Andrea: Oh crap! My butt is on fire!!!
Sophie: Uh, yeah? What of it?


Andrea: For god's sake put it out!!!
Sophie: You'll retract your comment about my Imaginary Friend being so lame and dumb?
Andrea: What????? Oh, yeah YEAH! Anything, just put my butt out!


And so she did.
Andrea: My BUTT, NOT MY FACE!!!!


Sophie: If you stopped prancing around then I'll do that, now stand still!

After a few attempts, and a helpful shout from the butler telling Sophie that she'd called the Fire Service, the fire was finally put out.


Andrea: Gah, I'll need a shower now.


Sophie: There's one just over there, I can wait.
Andrea: Nah, I think I'd better go home and shower.
Sophie: Aww, and I thought we had some fun today.

FireFighter: *cough* Ahem, when you two kids are done.... where's the fire?


Sophie: It's done. I put it out myself. Now I'm starving, fancy some leftovers Andrea?
Andrea: Nah I'll give it a miss. Might go swimming though.


Sophie 'sneaks' upstairs to have something to eat. Blaine is still in his recharging chamber, snoring out binary codes and completely oblivious to everything around him. The butler is just busy tidying around.

Firefighter:  You know, you'd be better off taking a shower first.
Andrea: Butt out lady,I do what I want. Besides, you were a little too late for this fire. Sheesh, wait till I tell your superior about this.....

Psst, Andrea, he's over there.... fast asleep. Besides, you need talk. I've seen you belching and farting by the karaoke machine. I'm just wondering if one of your farts shorted out one of its circuits?


Andrea finally decided it was not a good idea to take a dip in the pool whilst covered in soot, so he went home, complaining that this 'group outing' SUCKED.

Vanessa passed her driving test! She's really made up about it now.

 Did I also mention that I am starting to dislike Pat, Sophie's IF doll?
Here's the reason why.

Later in the day, well, more towards evening time, Sophie gets a phone call from a 'Pat Powers'

Pat: Hey, wanna go out on a date?
Sophie: Who is this?
Pat: It's your good buddy Pat. Come on now, how about it?

Sophie had been good all day, stayed indoors, dealt with an emergency, was called dumb and boring..... so she decided what the hell.

Sophie: Sure, okay, everyone's in bed asleep, why not? Where to?
Pat: The training grounds, you know it?
Sophie: Yeah, meet you there.

So she sneaked out of the house .... during a Full Moon, where zombies will be popping up all over the place.


Rather than take a taxi, she hopped onto her Kenspa and zoomed off, thrilled at the thoughts of sneaking out undetected.


She arrived at the training grounds and waited.....
.... and waited.....


Sophie: Pat? Are you here?
Pat: *snigger*.
Sophie: Pat? Come on, stop messing around.


It was at that precise moment in time that Elisha the butler decided to hop into her car and vanish without a trace. 


Meanwhile, at the training grounds, Sophie finally found Pat.... in doll form.

Sophie: I hate you for this.

She scooped him up and carried him home.....



.... and was caught by .... Blaine.

Blaine: Do you know what time it is?
Sophie: Aren't you going to answer your phone?
Blaine: Stop changing the subject, you are in serious trouble young lady.


Sophie: Yeah yeah I know, I know the drill..... it's just that... I left my doll behind and had to go looking for it.
Blaine: Don't tell lies Sophie. For that alone, you are now DOUBLY grounded.


Fuming, Sophie walked into the house, where Pat decided to switch to his teen form.

Pat: Neener neener, fooled ya.
Sophie: Shut. Up.
Pat: Can't believe you are soooo gullible.

Sophie chose to ignore him for the rest of the night. She was up to her  neck in it and she seriously needed to figure out how to get into everyone's good books.


A random pic to show you of Shannon and Austin in ghostly form.
She admitted in missing him terribly and desperately wanted another baby from him

Austin: Whoa there baby, it's kinda complicated don't you know? ..... and a little ... um..... creepy!


Needless to say, they never got that far in their relationship


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