Ew, I hate sorting--and a brief interlude
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I hate it when I get to this bit. Part of it is that I can't see the slides too well, so figuring out what goes where isn't easy. Yes, I'm sorting, which means that almost everyone in Uni is at least a sophomore, and that there will be an SC chapter in not too long.
There was some kind of glitch at the boys' Greek house. Dates weren't coming up with a timer, and there was something wrong with parties. I think it is fixed now. The date issue seems to be, anyhow, and now that Ulysses has been properly inducted into the Secret Society and Achilles has pledged, I'll be able to see if the toga party issue is resolved, too.
I have a few more plotty shots to take. I went over to Cypress Vetinari's house to take a few conversation shots, and--well, here's what happened:
I almost never see the little red faces of hate, but---

Cypress: YOU MADE THIS HAPPEN.
I did not. You and Spider Jerusalem made this happen all by yourselves.
First:

Cypress: Ew. I hate sideburns.
Tough nuggets. Your overlord says I forgot to put your sideburns on, and you will have your sideburns and you will like them.
I summoned Spider Jerusalem over to shoot a conversation between the two of them. This is all entirely them, except that I allowed that first transaction to begin with:

Cypress: ME ME ME

Spider Jerusalem: OMG STFU
A few more exchanges of ideas took place:

Spider Jerusalem: Poke you in the nose!

Spider Jerusalem: Hey, it's a big nose, folks! Can't miss it! Am I right?
Cypress: ***slow burn***
Me: ***pops some corn***
I'm skipping all the poking and shoving and slapping.
This inevitably led to this:

Which regrettably ended in the this:

Somewhere in the middle of this, my gay superhero grandson Marcus showed up, no doubt to offer his services. Dora Ottomas also showed up, but obviously, she was in the way, so I had Cypress say goodbye.
Cypress: Maybe if I slip Grandma here a little tongue, she'll beat it.

Ew. He really did this.
Marcus had a nice ringside seat for the rest of this.

Marcus: These people are psychotic.
You're a superhero. Do something.
Marcus: Uh, no thanks.
Marcus managed to irritate Cypress, but not Spider Jerusalem. It looked as though every topic Marcus brought up--politics, fashion--was something Spider Jerusalem was interested in. So Marcus is probably rolling the want to be friends with him and to have a big old party.

Spider Jerusalem: Ha ha! Make friends with the trash compactor!
Cypress: OW
And a final word of advice:
Cassius: I don't think any of you should piss Ma off. Just letting you know.

PB
There was some kind of glitch at the boys' Greek house. Dates weren't coming up with a timer, and there was something wrong with parties. I think it is fixed now. The date issue seems to be, anyhow, and now that Ulysses has been properly inducted into the Secret Society and Achilles has pledged, I'll be able to see if the toga party issue is resolved, too.
I have a few more plotty shots to take. I went over to Cypress Vetinari's house to take a few conversation shots, and--well, here's what happened:
I almost never see the little red faces of hate, but---

Cypress: YOU MADE THIS HAPPEN.
I did not. You and Spider Jerusalem made this happen all by yourselves.
First:

Cypress: Ew. I hate sideburns.
Tough nuggets. Your overlord says I forgot to put your sideburns on, and you will have your sideburns and you will like them.
I summoned Spider Jerusalem over to shoot a conversation between the two of them. This is all entirely them, except that I allowed that first transaction to begin with:

Cypress: ME ME ME

Spider Jerusalem: OMG STFU
A few more exchanges of ideas took place:

Spider Jerusalem: Poke you in the nose!

Spider Jerusalem: Hey, it's a big nose, folks! Can't miss it! Am I right?
Cypress: ***slow burn***
Me: ***pops some corn***
I'm skipping all the poking and shoving and slapping.
This inevitably led to this:

Which regrettably ended in the this:

Somewhere in the middle of this, my gay superhero grandson Marcus showed up, no doubt to offer his services. Dora Ottomas also showed up, but obviously, she was in the way, so I had Cypress say goodbye.
Cypress: Maybe if I slip Grandma here a little tongue, she'll beat it.

Ew. He really did this.
Marcus had a nice ringside seat for the rest of this.

Marcus: These people are psychotic.
You're a superhero. Do something.
Marcus: Uh, no thanks.
Marcus managed to irritate Cypress, but not Spider Jerusalem. It looked as though every topic Marcus brought up--politics, fashion--was something Spider Jerusalem was interested in. So Marcus is probably rolling the want to be friends with him and to have a big old party.

Spider Jerusalem: Ha ha! Make friends with the trash compactor!
Cypress: OW
And a final word of advice:
Cassius: I don't think any of you should piss Ma off. Just letting you know.

PB
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Date: 2009-01-11 05:08 am (UTC)I am SO looking forward to your next update, Prof. :)
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Date: 2009-01-11 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 07:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 06:33 am (UTC)The next update cannot come soon enough. I'm so excited.
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Date: 2009-01-11 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-11 09:02 am (UTC)I have seen soooo many little red faces of hate from those two, but never towards each other. It's that whole thing where they're friends, and therefore can do almost nothing to make each other mad, because they just end up laughing it off. About the only real negative interaction I frequently get between them is Chat, because they don't have a lot of Interests in common.
SJ does love the nose-poke thing, though. And Cypress HAAAAATES it. Too bad SJ lost that first fight, though. In my game, he has more Body than Cypress and he's been in more fights, and I have the Fight Club hack, so if they ever did decide to throw down, SJ would more than likely come out on top. At least he won the second fight, though! Poor Marcus looks so worried there.
Cypress has crazy boltage for Dora Ottomas. She actually came as a "perfect match" date-drop from the Matchmaker once. It's horribly icky. Tiffany was the next drop, and the rest, as they say, is history!
What, is Cassius vetting Brody, Dinadan, and SJ there? "Pardon me, gentlemen, what are your intentions regarding one Miss Penelope Goodytwoshoes?" "Well, we'd certainly like to get to know her better and marry her and in no way have premarital WooHoo!" "...Why not?"
Gasp! I just noticed green-fuming plates at Cypress's house! What's been going on there? The world's gone mad! MAAAAAAAD!
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Date: 2009-01-11 09:30 am (UTC)Marcus: Hello, local superhero there, family business, actually. I don't like to brag, but. . .
Spider Jerusalem: THEN DON'T.
Marcus: Ooops. I'm sorry.
Spider Jerusalem: Hey, you're Roman, aren't you? I really like Roman architecture.
Marcus: Why, than--
Spider Jerusalem: Plus, you just really pissed off my Dad, which makes you ok as far as I'm concerned.
Marcus: --thank you, I think.
Spider Jerusalem: Hey! Does your partner have a cooking show?
Marcus: Goodies with Greg? Yeah, he does. I'm really proud of him. I didn't know you watched cooking shows.
Spider Jerusalem: Love 'em, right after *Project Runway.*
Marcus: Are you busy Friday? New in town? We give little casual dinners, just a tasty little selection of meze whipped up by Greg and some ouzo to keep things interesting.
Marcus has seven nice points and he's Pop, so he really likes it for people all to get along. I still don't have a self-run restaurant, and I'm tempted to let Greg and Marcus try.
Those gentlemen certainly are doing something. That's the Shuffle Off Wedding Palazzo, by the way, and I need something for them to do.
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Date: 2009-01-11 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-12 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-12 04:20 am (UTC)But, Cypress vs. Spider. EPIC. Cypress getting his tail handed to him and his face shoved into a trash compacter- BEST THING EVER.