We’re not very good at the holidays.
What I see whilst playing Skyrim.
One afternoon after work, Jonathan came across a small notice in Springvale’s local newspaper, advertising a selection of animals that were up for adoption. His sporadic nature prompted him to immediately call the the number listed beneath the advertisement.
Animal Adoption Person: “It’s great to see an interest in our rescue pets! We have a pretty large variety of cats, dogs, and horses.”
Jonathan: “I think a cat would be best with the work schedule I have right now. Do you have any kittens?”
Animal Adoption Person: “Unfortunately, no. Kittens go very quickly, as I’m sure you can imagine. If you’re set on one, though, you could leave your number and we could call whenever we get a new litter.”
Jonathan: “No, I don’t mind an adult cat.”
Animal Adoption Person: “Great! Well, based on the information you gave us, I think we have a perfect fit for you! We’ll send a representative by later today!”
Jonathan: “Oh, okay. I’ll be home.”
Of course, the representative from the shelter came at the most inopportune time, just as Jonathan was putting some food into the oven. He instantly took the small black and white creature, aptly named Patches, and they quickly bonded.
The fact that they freaked out over the oven bursting into flames, and the fire department sending one of their… special… services probably helped.
Pretty Sure I’m the ONLY simblr that follows EVERY simblr back. Even with all the followers I have, I just see it as a sign of respect to follow people back…
I do this too - eventually, when I get round to it. When someone new follows me sometimes I forget to follow back and then it all builds up. Then I go on a following spree XD If I’m online when somebody follows me, I’ll follow them back straight away. I can’t be online constantly, though, so I miss things.
I try to, and mean to, but some days I just can’t be arsed to go through the list and I gained a shit ton in a short period of time when I started posting clothes for download. It became annoying going through pages and pages and checking each and every one to make sure they were a Simblr AND NOT A FUCKING PORN BLOG (srsly porn cave?). I have 2033 and follow about 1330 of them (which is apparently considered a lot but only like 40 of them post regularly enough for me to actually know their url).
I would love to follow the Simblrs back, but I’m terribly lazy and there are days I don’t check Tumblr and it all builds up from there. I don’t mind if people message me and ask for a follow if they followed me a while ago and I forgot to follow back.
IMO, everyone can follow/unfollow anyone they want, it’s their choice. But I think it is wrong to judge someone who does not return the follow.
What good does it do to see loads of posts on my dash that I’m not interested in, only because it is considered to be courteous to follow someone back? I’m pretty sure one can follow a maximum of 1000 or so blogs and with that amount, I’d hardly see the stuff of the simblrs I really like to see on my dash. Nobody has to follow back everyone and IMO it is not rude NOT to follow back. It’s natural to have different tastes. It’s just the way it is.
It’s the same with comments or thanks, no one HAS to like/comment everything and no one should be condemned for not doing so or for not following back. Some people are way too judging.
^This. Even if I had all the free time in the world (I don’t) and wanted to spend most/all of that time on Tumblr (I don’t), it’s unlikely I’d follow back everyone who followed me.
I follow people who I’m interested in keeping track of, hence why my followees is kept to a minimum. Along the same vein, I appreciate everyone who chooses to follow me because I assume they want to see what I post.
Now back to playing Skyrim before going to work.
After meeting Annie, Jonathan scoped out the observatory. He had to admit, the small, slightly rundown building and attached tower were fairly disappointing. He’d been expecting something sleek and futuristic, but instead, the building had more of a steampunk feel than anything else.
Opting to sleep on any potential job opportunities, Jonathan headed back to the small house that he was quickly beginning to think of as home. Clothes, he quickly realized as he opened dresser drawers at random, were going to be a problem. He could sleep in his boxers, but apart from a pair of fluffy cat-shaped slippers that he found comfortable and humorous, the place was empty of apparel.
He also realized he had a total of fifty bucks to his name, and while the fridge did seem to have fresh necessities, food was something he’d have to think about purchasing. Clearly, getting a job was of the utmost importance.
Overcome with a sudden surge of melancholy and loneliness, Jonathan decided to make the best of the situation he’d found himself in and take the opportunity to explore the town proper.
Electing to walk, the warm summer breeze and tang of freshly mowed lawns did much to improve his spirits. The road into town (aptly named ‘Main Street’, of course) gradually lead to a neat row of interesting shops and cafes, but the two gleaming spotlights at the far end were what drew Jonathan’s attention immediately.
It turned out to be some sort of festival or event grounds, although it seemed to be depressingly void of any participants. He spotted two ladies chatting at the back of lot, both dressed in extreme top hats and bright red uniforms.
Jonathan: “If nothing else, I can at least figure out where I am.”
Approaching the woman who seemed to be less preoccupied with manning one of the ticket booths, Jonathan put on his friendliest smile and introduced himself.
Jonathan: “It doesn’t look like you have much business today.”
Annie Nix: “Ha! You can say that again. We’re always this slow at the beginning of the season, though; it’ll pick up in a few days.”
Jonathan: “What is this place, exactly?”
Annie Nix: “New in town, huh? We have a festival going on year-round, basically. They just switch up the decorations and activities every season. I’m Annie Nix, by the way.”
Jonathan: “Jonathan Van Allen. Is it that obvious I’m not from around here?”
Annie Nix: “Springvale is one of those towns where everyone knows everyone else, so, yeah, fairly obvious! Are you here to start working at the science facility? I heard they were hiring from Outside.”
Jonathan: “I ended up here… unexpectedly. What sort of science facility?”
Annie Nix: “Nothing fancy, just an observatory. You can see the top of it from here. A friend of mine supervises up there and I know they’ve been having trouble holding onto employees lately, so if you’re looking for work, definitely check it out!”
Jonathan: “Observatory, huh? I don’t think I’ll have the credentials.”
Annie Nix: “I’m not going to lie, entry level is probably glorified janitorial work. But you seem nice, and I’m pretty spot-on when it comes to people. Check it out.”
She grabbed a spare ticket from the booth and scribbled something down on it.
Annie Nix: “Here’s my number if you need any help. And feel free to name drop me if you do end up at the observatory.”
Jonathan: “I… well, thanks! I’ll be sure to do that.”
After saying goodbye, Jonathan wandered back out onto Main Street and headed further up the road. Annie’s friendliness had been disarming, but, somehow, not surprising. He had the feeling a good many people in town were the same way, and he couldn’t help but feel pleased by it.
At the same time, however, the entire situation was shaping up to be like an episode of The Twilight Zone. Jonathan wondered when he’d finally get around to meeting the monsters.
He’s so pretty ;-;
He is really pretty and that wallpaper is perfection.
Curiosity had always gotten the better of him, and the strange situation he’d found himself in hadn’t dampened his nature in any way. As he peered under the porch stairs and spotted the generic house key placed neatly on the ground, Jonathan had a strange sense of, well, inevitability was the only word that seemed appropriate in the current situation.
A situation, he slowly realized as he held the strangely heavy key in his palm, that he couldn’t fully realize or comprehend. Shrugging aside the growing feelings of trepidation, he climbed the wooden steps and unlocked the front door.
The house was… garish. Not necessarily bad, but clearly the previous owner hadn’t realized that the seventies had ended a good many decades ago. Jonathan had to admit that it did appeal to him, in some inexplicable way. And, despite the very retro television set, it behaved just as well as any modern TV. Sure, the show that was playing on the first channel he switched to had apparently been made by someone with access to some impressive hallucinogenic drugs, but that was okay.