Matchmaking

Well, Saturday morning continued with Keeter playing basketball, just because the hoops were there. It was nice to have a basketball court and Keeter and the rest of the family utilized it a lot. It had cost a bit to put it in when the builders were building the house, but well...it was well worth it because the new owners of the place just loved it. It was one of the added features that made the house a home.

One definitely realized that peace had been declared when morning found Kimber and Meg at the table with their faces buried in Logic skill books. It had been tense between the two of them however with each having their respective loves, the tensions had been resolved - not to mention the rather vicious sparring match with the enmity between them being taken care of.

Tosh and Sturgis, each with the disciplined trait were to be found in the gym practicing their Sim Fu board-breaking skills. Tosh had gone from oak boards to concrete slabs, toughening his hands up for the space-rocks to come. And with space-rocks, one could potentially get even more tiberium to help their finances. But it was more usual to get cheaper end rocks. Every simoleon helps...though.

Phil (not so much in real life) was enjoying being out in the greenhouse gardening when he didn't have his face buried in a gardening book. The last rejection struck him pretty hard and he consoled himself with talking to the plants although it was uncertain as to what effect insane sims talking to plants has on the plants.

Mac, just as alone as Phil, decided that today was as good a day as any to go "honkers out for humanity" and go skinny-dipping in the hot-tub. God knows where she got that idea. (Yes, kiddies, we're just talking about geese migrating). Has she no shame? Has she no sense of decency? ---- NAAAAH...

Oh, Mac knew that Harm was there fishing, but she didn't realize that the high back water resevoir that provided the waterfall into the hot-tub blocked Harm's view of her wondrous assets and frankly, with Meg as his girlfriend, he wasn't interested in them anyways. Why would he, when he had the love-of-his-life in his arms.

Phil, on the other hand, didn't realize that of all days, today was the day that his luck was about to change. Jennifer Coates, the youngest of the family had taken a liking to Phil and seeing as how he was rejected by everyone else, decided that today was as good a day to make her move on him. Phil, being awkward as usual, wasn't sure as to how deal with this because it didn't match the little fantasy in his head about him always making the first move.

Creator: Well, Phil, you always seem to stumble...and fall flat on your face, so maybe it's better if the girl makes the first move...Then all you have to say is "yes, no...I love you..." in answer to the questions...Surely you can't muck this up...right???

Jennifer: "Hi, Phil..."

Phil: "No..." ~facepalm~ FLARK! "Yes..."

Jennifer: "Phil...are you OK?"

Phil: "YES..." FLARK!!!

Creator: This is not going well...OK...at least they're hugging and at least Phil hasn't run off screaming...

Meanwhile, upstairs, Tosh and Kimber were each trying to inhale each other's lips off, which actions once again concluded in the shower (OK...maybe it didn't end in the shower...but for the sake of the kiddies...we're just going to say it did...)...and Kimber was "ecstatic".

Sunday morning found Meg and Phil having breakfast at the dining area table

...and a former squadronmate joined the household and immediately fell enamored in love with Liandra.

It was rather unusual to see Mac let down her guard, but Keeter was like a disease...he invaded while Mac's defences were down and she fell for it hook-line-sinker. I sure hope Jack knows what he's getting into.

LCDR Jared Padlewski: "Hi...you must be the Liandra that I've heard so much about. Y'know. friends call me Wheezer." Creator: Oh, great...intro, Wheezer...that'll have interesting thoughts going through HER head, y'know...like "oh, god...what a creep" Be more flattering, Wheezer. It's not an F-14 Tomcat you're stroking. OH GOD, I'm going to get censored.

"Y'know...you look like someone, but I can't place the name..." Lia responded to him

Well, luckily for Wheezer, he wasn't as relationship-inept as Phil and snagged Liandra.

Skill-Building

Meg almost forgot that she'd had to take a shower...when Harm suggested that they have a little private time together. Oh, she was more than willing to have that bit of time, not to mention that feeling clean and fresh was more than enough enticement.

...and she more than forgot about her fatigue...

Tiberium had more than paid for the upgraded improvements to the home. And frankly...they could potentially put in another floor, if they knew what to do with it. They had a bar and a get-together area above the garage/gym and the place was fitting just right with them.

Breakfast during the weekday was a rushed affair with just about half the occupants of the house having to high-tail it out the door in the morning. It made for a frenetic pace when one had to get ready for work, then eat while the honking carpool waited on them to finish. Weekdays were stress.

Harm ran down to the Science Research Center to hand in a crocodile that he'd caught in the backyard pond. Luckily no-one had been mauled by the toothy monsters and the salties tended to bring in a decent chunk of simoleons.

Phil read his gardening skill book, while Meg read her Logic skill book which she needed for getting a promotion in her law-enforcement career.

When Phil was finished reading his gardening book, he tried to talk to Liandra who pretty much looked so bored that she almost fell asleep on her feet.

So much for any possible relationship from that direction.

Poor Phil.

Harm on the other hand raided the fridge for something eat after jogging to the Science Research Center and back.

Well, afternoon brought sunset and the sky turned a nice orange red...as the sun slipped towards the horizon.

Meg and Phil returned to attempting to comprehend their respective skill-books, while Keeter was killing his muscles in his legs reading while standing up.

Keeter came home eventually...going right back to reading when he got home.

Sturgis earned his brown belt in Sim Fu

So...Tosh decided that Sturgis and he should have a sparring match.

Sturgis was definitely good at Sim Fu.

"Good work, Lieutenant Commander Turner." Tosh stated. "You've been practicing hard..." Tosh knew that Sturgis had been going into the gym to practice every single day, when he was not working in the military and it showed. His progress was slower than Tosh's but frankly it was only because Tosh was able to utilize the gym when he chose unlike Sturgis with his tight work schedule.

It appeared that the family wasn't doing much, but they were busy with their skill-building exercises and that proved to be quite of effort. Hours slipped by with their noses either in books or training or just generally doing the things that would increase their abilities and make them more efficient at earning simoleons.