Log 4o: Crazy For Cowplant

Despite her diagnosis, we haven’t really seen anything terribly different in Easter Lily yet. When Digitalis was given “the gift” he actually seemed to notice. He had almost immediate panic attacks. It was sad and disturbing. But for the most part, Easter’s been happy as a clam.

Why worry? Life is grand!
Why worry? Life is grand!

In fact, a lot of who she has always been makes so much more sense, now. She’s always been a little intense and outside of convention. She’s so personable though, she remains a delight. Her fearlessness and exuberance for living are gifts. She does what she wants, no apologies necessary!

I mean yeah, it's kind of weird that she keeps painting the same thing over and over..
I mean yeah, it’s kind of weird that she keeps painting the same pony-thing over and over, but that’s not hurting anyone.

That said, we did need to consider the implications for the future. Did we need to change our habits, or adjust our living space? Would she be able to handle the stress of possibly running the family someday?

Dianthus, naturally, took the thoughtful approach.

Dia: "I don't think we should use the term 'insane.' It just has so many negative connotations. People who don't even know her are likely to treat her differently if we refer to her with such a label."
Dia: “I don’t think we should use the term ‘insane.’ It just has so many negative connotations. People who don’t even know her are likely to treat her differently if we refer to her with such a label.”

Cooper, perhaps the more realistic Wolff given her intimate knowledge of the dark side of Sim nature, prepared for combat, just in case.

Let them come. I was born for this.
Let them come. I was born for this.

And the sibs didn’t pay the whole thing much mind at all.

Elder: "I don't see what the big deal is. She's still our sister!"
Elder to Edelweiss: “I don’t see what the big deal is. I mean, she’s still our sister!”

The one truly disturbing characteristic that Easter has developed (and it may be totally unrelated to her traits) is a dangerous fascination with the cowplant.

No no no no!
No no no no!

She just won’t stay away from the thing. It’s not like we’re grossly neglecting the cowplant and she’s taking up our slack; Ede feeds it and tends it, but as soon as she’s left the area, Easter will swoop in and start fiddling with it.

Why, Easter? Why!
Why, Easter? Why!

She’s been swallowed several times now.  Once she gets that “drained” moodlet, another gulp will likely be fatal — and it lasts for two whole days!

"Drained: Feeling like an emotionless shell."
Despite being Drained much of the time, she’s had that “marry beau” want every darn day.

I’ve thought of fencing the cowplant off to protect her, but that feels like cheating so I’m just having to pay very close attention to where Easter is and what she’s doing at all times. Have to take her with us whenever we leave the house, etc. No more of this “leave the game running to advance time a bit while I tidy the kitchen” business for me! Hmph.

My actual kitchen looks worse than this right now..
My actual kitchen looks worse than this right now..

I’m not sure how long I can sustain this level of attention. It’s worrisome.

Not that I want to add another person to the house, or that I’m confident her boyfriend will even accept the upgrade from “promised” to “engaged,” but Easter really wants to marry that darn Bro, so I’m going to have to try to help make that happen. Somehow..

Somewhere on the other side of town, Jarrett Palacios, one of the last vestiges of squint-eye square-jaw, quietly awaits his fate.

I find it difficult to tell what this Bro is feeling.
I promise he has eyes in there somewhere.

Did I say fate? I meant date. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend Easter Lily in a couple says, so they were going to meet at the museum to catch up. She was running a bit late, but being a Cheerful sort he didn’t mind.

Easter: "Man! Did you see that? Somebody stuffed a whole Blarffy into that trash can over there!"
Easter: “Man! Did you see that? Somebody stuffed a whole Blarffy into that trash can over there!”

Easter was kind of distracted tonight. Normally she’s all over her beau like syrup on pancakes, but she just wasn’t feeling it for some reason. Maybe it was the conversation? Jarrett is kind of in his own little world. His talk bubbles always seem entirely irrelevant to the situation, and he makes very few expressions. They’re either perfect for each other, or this is a train wreck – I can’t tell! Give us something to work with here, bro!

Jarrett: "I like ducks."
Jarrett: “I like ducks.”

Uh.. yeah. I went ahead and pulled the plug on that date.  And not a moment too soon, as Easter had decided it was time for random scolding.

And not a moment too soon, as Easter decided it was time for random scolding.
Easter: “I thought we should flirt but I didn’t want to flirt so I didn’t!”

Followed immediately by random serenading.

P.S. Call me later.
~~ And you should caalllll me later. ~~

It’s a rollercoaster romance, this thing with Easter. Poor dude. There didn’t appear to be any lasting damage, though, so we rewarded Easter by pointing her towards her other persistent want: the bottom of the trash can.

You're mine now, Barffly!
You’re mine now, Blarffy!

We’ll have to try approaching this from another angle. Perhaps at home, with people around to help smooth out the rough bits. 🙂

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9 thoughts on “Log 4o: Crazy For Cowplant

  1. Man! As much as I love pancakes, I have never thought to use the “like syrup on pancakes” simile! This is totally part of my vocabulary now.

    I LOVE genetics! Easter’s face, it’s so Dian, but so Coop too!

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  2. Man! As much as I love pancakes, I have never thought to use the “like syrup on pancakes” simile! This is totally part of my vocabulary now.

    I LOVE genetics! Easter’s face, it’s so Dia, but so Coop too!

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