the rainbow survivor challenge part 1 of 2!

[furbyq]

i needed something to fill time in between bakelite updates. i'm getting too far ahead. let's kill some sims.





this is the squatterbloat memorial house, one of the first structures built on planet xanadu.

an anonymous benefactor sent out invitations to a ton of new arrivals on the planet, offering a large cash prize for participating in this absolute malarkey.

the only catch was, that this is a rainbow survivor challenge. so the 8 people that were accepted had to embody one of the rainbow colors (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, and bonus pink).



first off, we have this lovely lady of red, regine ravenrod.

scorpio 4 4 10 5 2
fortune/family
turn ons: swim wear, cooking
turn off: cleaning



this is our orange contender, octavia orvales.

leo 5 10 0 5 5
knowledge/romance
turn ons: logic, brown hair
turn off: hats



for yellow we have professional nerd, yoserian yosemite.

sagittarius 2 0 8 10 5
popularity/knowledge
turn ons: mechanical, logic
turn off: athletic



for green we have neat freak and possible amphibian, gria gladwater.

virgo 10 2 5 4 4
family/pleasure
turn ons: plantsim, cleaning
turn off: hard worker



this guy is all blue, da ba dee. his name is bodie broadrick.

aquarius 3 3 4 10 5
popularity/fortune
turn ons: glasses, zombies
turn off: swim wear



indigo is basically also blue, so da ba dee again. this is ingmar illander.

pisces 7 2 7 2 7
romance/family
turn ons: fatness, fitness
turn off: stink



violet, aka my favorite color. this is vivi voltgeist.

capricorn 7 2 1 8 7
pleasure/knowledge
turn ons: zombies, hard worker
turn off: fitness



and finally, pink. pango palatine.

libra 0 9 4 6 6
fortune/pleasure
turn ons: makeup, vampires
turn off: facial hair



i kind of got lazy with the decorating halfway through, so some of the rooms are a little bare.

this is the living room/entry room.



kitchen/dining.



one of the bedrooms.



i refer to this one affectionately as the 'lemon lime bedroom'.



there's a lot of beds, ngl.



there's five bathrooms, but i only took pictures of like three of them. this is one on the ground floor.



the second one on the ground floor.



second floor trampoline room.



rec room? idk why i put the punching bag in this house at all, sims seem to be unable to use it autonomously.



second floor hallway, with the tea table of perpetual ire.



third floor hallway/landing.



the purple bedroom.



the skeleton bedroom, which leads onto the balcony.



aaaaand the third floor bathroom.



tbh i like the outside of the house better than the inside. same with the sims, actually.



yoserian: first of all, how fucking dare you.

pango: yikes.



gria: i heard pango tried to tell yoserian a joke and it went horribly.

bodie: yeah, it happened two seconds ago, right next to us. are you high?

gria: not yet.



if you have ever done a survivor challenge, you would know about the fact that 3/4 of the sims will end up playing catch on the front lawn until one of their motives gets low.



vivi and gria, on the other hand, migrate inside. idfk where gria got off to.



pango: my hangout partner got up and left, so allow me to third wheel your conversation.



oh, there's gria. should've known.



gria: i'm so drunk that i'm going to take a bath with my hygiene stat full.

you scandalous bitch.



uh i think vivi might have the wrong impression as to what kind of challenge this is.

vivi: it's a crucible, right? we're going to fight to the death? gotta get my body skill up.





better wash down that beer with some tea.



yoserian: precedence dictates that i should stay on top of my hunger stat.

ingmar: this restores like, a tiny sliver of hunger. and it's beer, what more could you want?



ingmar: hug?

bodie: NO HUG



ingmar: no hug? :'(

bodie: i can't stand to touch blue people.

ingmar: ...but you... you're...



yoserian: have a sandwich, it'll cheer you up!

ingmar: you're like, the nicest person i've ever met. :> wanna smash?

yoserian: what



gria: pink one, i request an audience.

pango: i'd love to chat but i'm busy sitting.



vivi is ready to tackle the crucible.



well, that certainly happened.



whoa. whooooooaaaa.

ingmar: we're gonna make the most attractive shade of threeway green the world has ever seen.



you guys are just, cool with this? ok... ok.



gria: i'm not okay with it. :-)



bodie: how dare he think of that other blue sim when i exist. i'm fucking perfect.



bodie: i pine for him. eternally, i pine.



spot the vivi.



yoserian: i've made out with like two people since we got here, how about you?

gria: what do they even see in this nerd?



regine: i want to make out with someone, maybe yoserian?

bodie: don't you dare touch my mustard.



octavia: why does no one want to talk to me?

because almost no one has any chemistry with you.



oh my god can you motherfuckers please just pick someone and stop rainbow fuckfest 2k19.



these two aren't friends. they just seem to be beyond caring.

that's exactly the kind of attitude that wins a survivor challenge.



regine: i'm sharpening my throwing skills.

this is not a fighting challenge. or a fucking challenge. and yet you clowns do both.





bodie: if i creep on yoserian, ingmar can't.

you keep telling yourself that, until you find yourself in a 'watcher that watches the watcher' sort of situation.



vivi: i like that one. we color coordinate nicely. i'm gonna ask him out.

do it then.



ingmar: man, i don't know... i got this yoserian stalking to do. rain check?



she apparently got him hyped for the crucible, though.



to be fair, getting high relationship scores with other sims so you can sleep in the same bed is a high tier tactic.



that went from 0 to 100 real fast.



ingmar: *crushes*



how the fuck long is this going to go on?



oh.



oh god.



vivi: i'm doing great at the fuck challenge.

THAT'S NOT A THING.



octavia continues to be a wallflower. a musical wallflower.



vivi: gotta tone my abs for the next time i dive into ingmar's ass.

i never needed to hear that sentence. or see it with my eyeballs.



bodie: this art stinks.

yoserian: no u.



the tea table is... well, let's just say me and it have a complicated relationship.



soon we're going to be able to play six degrees with this lot based on whom has boned whomst.



bodie: blarghghg lol jk could you imagine how terrible it would be if either of us got pregnant.

yoserian: :-)



bodie: stop playing darts, i want to play darts.

regine: don't sass me when i'm holding sharp projectiles.



yoserian is designated sandwich artist of this house.



pango: i can't wait to win and get loads of money.

ingmar: you guys, i'm... i think i'm dying?



pango: way to make me feel like a shit heel, indi-bro.

ingmar: help



octavia: we should eat him. recycle the corpse.

pango: i don't think we're desperate enough for that sort of thing yet.



octavia: see you soon, grim reaper-o!

pango: what a pleasant situation.



well, that's one urn. he really died all of a sudden, i bet it'll be ages before someone else--



...octavia. octavia, you're dying of hunger next to a table full of sandwiches.

octavia: i do not appreciate the irony!



vivi: the dude i liked died and i'm mad about it.

regine: not getting involved.



gria: what a terrible thing to happen at dinner! pango is hot. those two statements aren't related.





vivi: how dare you call someone hot while someone else is dying! that's so rude!



gria: anything goes in this house, bitch!

vivi: god i'm going to break your teeth in the crucible.



yoserian seems none-the-wiser of the two deaths that have happened.



yoserian: i hate your makeup.

regine: :D



vivi: oh wow. you're fucking screwed.

yoserian: that was a heavy sandwich and definitely not morning sickness... please don't be that. oh god.



yoserian: i'm just going to devour pop tarts, seeing as i've lost control of my life.



rest in peace funky yellow dude.



the house is fine, everything's fine.



bodie: yeah! you jump on that trampoline, honey!



bodie: he's so beautiful, i love him.



couples that bounce together die from exhaustion together! :D



gria: oh... there he goes.



gria: going, going...



gria: ...and gone.



gria: why won't the pink one ever talk to me? :<

he's busy living his life, gria.



bodie: there should be an ac/dc poster here instead of this trash. because i've been thunderstruck by that ass.



regine can make sandwiches without even looking.

regine: gotta keep eyes on the competition.



r a d.



gria cleans for fun.

who are you, jasper bakelite?



yoserian: this is bodie's fault. he must die.

bodie: i beg your pudding?



bodie: i'm just saying, sometimes woohoo leads to unintended consequences.



vivi: maybe if you're a little bitch. i just reverse-ovulate through sheer force of will.





being pregananant does not make you any better at billiards.



gria: this is my chance! my one in!



success! i'm happy for gria.



whoa wait are you two a thing? what is going on?

vivi: don't worry about it.

bodie: i want to try out that reverse-ovulation thing.

vivi: shlorp.



the bed is fitting because this is an eldridge abomination.





gria moves incredibly fast, as you can see.



regine: why does no one want to plow me? :(

because you can't do cool tricks.



shoutout to the animations for just, giving up on this pairing.





the hot tub woohoo animations are just. great.



regine: this isn't a romantic relaxation. we're just chillin'.

i'll take your word for it. also please anti-alias your hair better.



yoserian: my mac and cheese senses are tingling!

gria: jfc don't run in the house.



regine keeps score. against herself.



vivi, please close your eyes while you sleep. this isn't enter sandman.





bodie: what a lovely piece of art. not to mention this painting of tomie is pretty good too!

yoserian: oh, stop.



yoserian: get out, i gotta pee.

regine: you don't have to tell me twice.

gria: just five more minutes of cleaning.





regine: gria likes cleaning.

vivi: what a loser!



so you won't pee with them in the bathroom, but you will pee with the door open?

yoserian: it's the principle of the thing.



bodie: *hovers around yoserian*







yoserian: oh hey, didn't see you there.

bodie: i am a master of stealth.





oh no this will not do. no more kangaroo pouches in this game.



bright yellow speedo is much better.



pango: i'm storing sandwiches in my cheeks for later.





regine: oh hey, vivi, i really like your makeup. :D



regine: you ever just wanna... hide under a big purple hat because a situation makes you uncomfortable?



vivi and bodie: pango is an uncouth slob!

pango: *ignores them*



pango: in response to the hat thing: yes.

regine: ...i asked that like 20 minutes ago.

pango: i had to think about it.



vivi and bodie might be a little too close at this point.





regine: did you know that yoserian is pregnant?

pango: that fool is going to die, hehe.



regine: your stench disgusts me.

pango: thanks, i've been working on it for a few days.



oh, hi, octavia.



bodie: you gotta teach me how to phase through walls.

yoserian: it's a high-level darts tactic that takes decades to learn.



bodie: i love him so much that i have two fucking bubbles.



gria: oh, hey, orange person!

octavia: it's octavia!

gria: how would i know, you died like ten minutes in.



pango: the nerve of these ghosts! i never.



pango: let's form an alliance of peace.

gria: no. only evil alliances.



gria: get out of my house with that peace shit.





octavia is really on a scaring spree. but no one has died... yet.



bodie: i'm so hungry i could just... die.

huehhuehueheue

spoiler: he didn't die





pango: radioactive stink can't keep me away from food. nothing forged in rot can kill me.



bodie: do you remember when we woohooed and i busted a blue nut in you?

yoserian: yeah, but why can't you face me during this conversation?



when you try to kill sims but you accidentally play matchmaker instead.



gria is so good at autonomously taking care of herself that i'm slightly frightened.

she even has gold aspiration. that's not normal.



we've reached the 'alien gut burster' stage of sim pregnancy. how yoserian is still alive is a mystery to me.



yoserian: oh my god! the joey is coming out!

bodie: for the last time, you're not a kangaroo.



regine: oh my god! bodie, perhaps you should be over here?

bodie: give me a minute, it's not like this is an emergency or anything...

/abrupt ending