There was a screenshot of a letter Ingo sends the player with Emmet's spouse patio in the back, what inspired it to akin to a tea party table? Ingo's being the berry garden makes sense (2 heart event), do we have a tea party with Emmet at some point?
Emmet's spouse patio was tricky for us to figure out since... Emmet is miserable most of the time! He wouldn't really like how dirty it is outside on the farm, either...
Though he did have a pleasant time outdoors once! That was when he was serving as a Butler-Subway-Boss extraordinaire! The table (and Joltik cart) was sprited based on their shared butler costume sync pair mindscape visual (but with more blues and greens in reference to his EX colors, red is more of Ingo's color). They each take one aspect from it: Ingo with the berry plants and Emmet with the tea party table.
As for a proper tea party... Emmet will have one for his 14 heart event! He'll present a scrapbook of him and the player together there. We aren't anywhere near done with his 8 and 10 heart events, so we don't have a script for that or anything yet. That aside, I plan to reference/add onto what he learned from Piers in pokemas' tea party event for that event! Emmet has workaholic tendencies and doesn't trust that he isn't just what he can offer. He's written to struggle comprehending/believing in relationships that aren't transactional, so his main theme is making him understand that expressing how he's "artistic" *cough* autistic is enough to win someone's love. He's getting better mentally but still struggles with his various issues. He needs constant affirmation. Becuase is Emmet. What he does. What he says. Always the same.
Until then! I still need to figure out his 8 and 10 heart events. Though I do have a lot of thoughts regarding his 14 heart event, I wouldn't want to jump straight to it since I want to try having the events build off of each other better. (The 2 and 6 heart events flow better since they were made one after the other, Emmet's 4 and 5 heart events were tricky to write afterwards... I'd like to minimize working backwards from now on!)
The 10 heart event is still in the planning phase, but you do get to have a nice meal with Emmet before the actual tea party/14 heart event! Here's a snippet from my (verrrry rough) event planning draft for it when I was jotting down ideas way too early.
I don't have anything to show off for the 8 heart event regarding this subject but there's a snack break somewhere there too... I guess....
▷ Station Steward Thylak
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I can't wait for my sister to finish her crochet version of her ute so that I can use the photo to try to bait the Tumblr that identifies cars in posts
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got the cops called on me for the most hilariously sensible reason last night
So i have a new industrial piercing (my first piercing..! i love it •w•), and it got infected because of course it did, it's a cartilage piercing and i live outside. Context i've been living in my car for the past few weeks, which has been pretty good but one of the tradeoffs is i do not have a bathroom. The piercer told me if the piercing got infected I could soak it in saltwater, so i needed a source of 1. salt, 2. water that is warm or at least not the below-freezing ambient temperature i currently exist in.
Gas stations have both these things. (I have yet to purchase salt for my occasional propane stove cooking). Only problem is it was past midnight in a rural area, so I didn't find a 24 hour convenience store until around 100 miles into my route for the evening.
At 3 AM local time the store was inhabited by just One stern-looking employee who was mopping the floor. My grungy ass walks in carrying a small collapsible bowl and immediately begins casing the place like the world's shittiest thief, looking for those little free salt packets. I looked around the (empty, no hot food at 3 AM) hot dog stand and saw only wet condiments so i circled back around to the grocery section in case they were selling salt shakers I could buy. No luck so i desperately returned to the hot dog counter in case I missed the salt, and noticed a cabinet labeled CONDIMENTS below the dog cooker, which did conceal salt packets. I stuffed a handful of them in my pocket and hoped the mopping woman wouldn't ask, then pivoted to the bathroom where I locked myself for the next fifteen minutes.
I filled my bowl with hot water which was actually cool water but at least it wasn't frigid, and mixed salt into it and held it to my ear. After a few minutes the staff, who had been understandably watching me from around corners the entire time I was searching for salt, knocked on the door. I replied "hello?" and she didn't respond, so I assumed she was just checking if anyone was in there before she tried entering to continue mopping. I finished cleaning my sad little ear and bought a bag of yogurt pretzels as a gesture of good will because I felt bad for taking her salt and taking too much time in the bathroom when she needed to clean.
Enter The Pig. I had returned to my car and grabbed my first aid kit to apply antiobiotic ointment, when an officer entered the store. Trepidation when he arrived since I knew I was being a freak, but then i thought he was just doing his own shopping, then he came back out and approached my vehicle.
Rolled down my window and he asks what was going on in the bathroom. (What if i had been just taking a long shit??). So I showed him my ear and my bowl and explained, as Alertly, Calmly, and Soberly as i could after driving for multiple hours after midnight, to the face of someone who can ruin my life with a penstroke, that I was on the road and had to soak this infected piercing. Luckily it was a confused young cop who was too bewildered to inquire much further, not an old hardass who might start asking more challenging questions such as "where are you going" or "where are you staying tonight and why are you washing your ear at the gas station and not there." He clearly barely even looked at my car - asked if i was a local when my license plate is from two timezones away - and let me go without even collecting my information.
That was the sixth time that police have confronted me for acting outside social norms. The first time was because I was plucking an invasive plant species from the side of the road and he thought I was falling when I walked up & down the slope. The second time I was walking home alone at night, and maybe someone called because I had a backpack on and they thought I was trying to rob a house. I was just walking home from the train. The third time I had been biking home in the dark without a headlight, and i fell on my face and didn't know I was bleeding until a bastard pulled up and told me someone called because they thought I got hit by a car. The fourth time was when I fell in the river last winter and i was knocking on random doors asking for directions home to minimize my risk of hypothermia, and I suppose the woman who drove me home called to send someone to make sure i was okay? The fifth time was the first time I slept in my car, which ironically was before I started serially sleeping in my car. I was falling asleep on the highway after an all-nighter so I took the next exit and took a nap in my driver's seat at the end of a random residential street before I ended up on the news, and that's how I learned suburbanites are paranoid as all hell about anything out of the ordinary because a cop knocked on my window and asked me if I was drunk (who would say yes to that question?). Now I select my sleeping sites very carefully, which is probably the most annoying thing about hashtag vanlife, but I haven't gotten The Knock again yet and sometimes when I pull into random public lands after dark I wake up to mountains I've never seen before and that fuels my soul.
Lesson learned is that if you need to snort sodium chloride in a gas station bathroom at 3 AM, just have an ear piercing and dampen the hair around it and carry a bowl around, and you've got a story that's Too Weird To Be Making Shit Up.
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wish ppl would stop asking what i do for a living. all i do is read, overshare, write poetry, scroll through pinterest for hours, make up fake scenarios, blog, trauma dump, rot away in my bed and think i'm better than everyone else.
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in season 5 steve's fan service role will come to full fruition when they have to throw the best car wash hawkins has ever SEEN! and it's just a 4 minute montage of him covered in soap (soapy boobies) and bubbles giggling and misting himself. full objectification. "we don't have enough money to buy weapons to defeat vecna... what are we going to do!!!!!!" "well... all the car washes are out of service..." sparkling in the sunlight lots of slow motion abba is playing. some classic misogyny towards a man dialogue they call him doll and tell him to turn around and look pretty . robin is spraying him with a hose like a dog and he's like nooooo :) stoppp heehee
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