And now for Pascal and Isaac!
Pascal: Why is it raining?
Pascal finishes work at the exact same time that Isaac finished school, which means they both get to greet each other home.
Time to introduce ourselves to the neighbours! Well, one neighbour.
Pascal: Welcome to Strangetown.
Gunnar: Please take your hand out of my guts.
Pascal wanted a robot station and even though it’s a very tight squeeze in their tiny apartment, I said yes because when I am not being a bitch, I am a huge softy.
Isaac does some reading.
They can’t really afford to call a repairman and I forgot landlords can fix things, but happily nobody got electrocuted.
The nice thing about the apartment is it has a little playground for Isaac to hang out on.
At least, when he’s not doing his homework.
Lisa: *aggressively watches television for six hours in an effort to resist all of Pascal’s attempts to ACR her*
Isaac’s birthday soon rolled around, so I threw another party. I will regret this immediately.
Lazlo: Hey bro! How’s the apartment?
Jenny: COUGH COUGH.
Aw fuck. I thought Lazlo’s soup cured you all!
Vidcund: I blame you for this.
Nervous: Me!? What did I do!?
PT9: HACK HACK HACK.
JILL JILL JILL JILL JILL JILL.
Isaac: Awesome! Now I take up even more space in this tiny apartment!
Can you two not?
Isaac: I can’t look! Is Uncle Vidcund winning?
Ariel: My money’s on the Reaper’s son.
Well, this party was a hideous mistake. Not only did everybody catch flu, but this family has so many people in it, it was after 6pm by the time they all managed to gather around the cake and Isaac didn’t get his Wealth wish. And I didn’t realise until after I’d saved his makeover. So they’re going to be stuck here for a lot longer.
Especially as Pascal has to call in sick.
Pascal: Thanks, me.
Should you be doing that with flu? You probably shouldn’t be doing that.
Pascal: I really shouldn’t have done that.
Isaac: Could you do that somewhere other than the bottom of the stairs!?
After a couple of days of rest, Isaac recovered, so I sent him out to the First Aid Centre.
For some delicious Comfort Soup!
Except every bowl he brought was rotten. BOOOOO. Guess I’m letting Pascal recover the old fashioned way.
There was a lot of this going on the next day. Which is boring at the best of times, and even more boring after several days of watching Sims do nothing but sleep, lounge and relax, so I sent them out on the town.
Lola: Not going to say hi?
You’re probably a disease vector right now, so nope!
Justin: Sorry, no autographs.
Isaac: Oh, no, I just wanted to say hi.
Justin: Do you regularly strike up conversation in the toilets? In your trunks?
Isaac: ...OK, you’re making this weird.
Pascal: Fucking. Nukes.
Getting tired of swimming pools. Time to visiting Sim Centre North Or South!
Pascal: Let me tell you how terrible this game is.
Townie: I’m just trying to eat-
Pascal: Multi-player, online only! Like, why!?
Tommy: Yeah, I heard there’s a lot of flu around right now.
Shut up, this is my escapism game that I play for eight hours a day while trapped indoors on Plague Island.
Burn it down.
Isaac: Just hanging around.
Yes, I know I made that joke before. There’s not a lot to say about Sims playing on the monkey bars.
Driver: GET OUT THE ROAD, LADY!
Pascal: Ow! I thought you only did thunderstorms, not hail!
Vienna-or-Jade: Usually, but I’m pissed off now.
Their relationship wasn’t good enough for witchery.
Pascal: And our relationship isn’t good enough for crotch sniffing.
And so instead of becoming a cool witch, the week ends with Pascal fixing his glitchy robots instead.