Dec 24, 2020
The Archers exchange holiday wishes with the neighbors before Christmas Eve.
It’s rare for this bunch of cops, lawryers and secret agents to have free together.
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The Archers exchange holiday wishes with the neighbors before Christmas Eve.
It’s rare for this bunch of cops, lawryers and secret agents to have free together.
I wanted to re-enact a scene from Detroit Become Human for an upcoming chapter of my Sims story and I thought, hey, now that I have Snowy Escape, let’s shoot it with real snow!
So I placed the Kamski villa, placed a model car in front of it, enlarged it... and learned that EA was thorough with snow accumulation even on deco objects that were never supposed to be outside in the first place.
“That’s the fucking worst frost damage I ever had...”
Kara is a good host.
Alice has a present for Peggy and Peggy is nervous, because for the first time she has painted something to give as a gift, too.
What the heck did you just tell Connor, Daniel?!
I guess it doesn’t matter, they are already laughing again.
I love the filthy little vermin.
And also the centipede.
Sumo: “Whassup? Never seen someone doing some late shopping for Christmas?”
Irene and Sumo, the “secret” stars of my Detroit save.
Gavin: “Out of the tree! Out of the tree, Argus!”
Argus: “Mrraaaaaaooo!!!”
Peggy: “Wanna touch the star, too! Lift me up high, daddy!”
Daniel: “I would, but Gavin’s blocking the way, playing with the cat.”
Gavin: “Sometimes I swear I’m the only adult here...”
“Where do you think this goes best?”
“Over dere!”
“Good choice! And onto the tree it goes.”
Gavin: “Why did you ever delete that piano app of yours anyway? Bad memories?”
Daniel: “’Matter of fact, yes. To the Phillips I was something like a babyphone, microwave, washing machine and stereo rolled into one. Their showy CyberLife household device that could also play Turkey in the Straw at Thanksgiving. I thought if I learned to play from scratch, just for myself...”
Gavin: “Hey, Gavin Reed here, your other half! I understand!
Me, I learned how to make a mean piece of omelette in the orphanage, but when my parents returned from prison, I pestered mom to teach me how to make omelette. I wanted to learn it from her. Do things our family’s way.”
Gavin: “But I guess I teased you once too often about sounding like raindrops coming down the watersprout and the death cries of the itsy bitsy spider, huh? So you felt the need to re-download the piano app and be perfect again?”
Daniel: “Yeah.”
Good thing your husband is a quick thinker in the literal sense. Gavin literally thinks quickly, as in: he doesn’t put much effort into it, leading to him jumping to conclusions. All the times when he takes time to actually work his brain it becomes apparent that he’s actually of above average intelligence.
He has an answer, what does it matter that it’s the wrong one? This isn’t a criminal case where it would matter.