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Thanks, everybody, for your amusing reactions to the Landgraab drama! The round ends this week and there’s only more drama to come. I look forward to your reactions!

Replies under the cut for @didilysims, @katrisims, @raptorsims, @holleyberry, @foxglovesims, and simminginsilence. I eagerly await your reactions to the end of the round. :)

On Alien Abductions

didilysims replied to your photo “Mwah-ha-ha-ha!  I was hoping for an alien abduction at a certain...”

Checo? I'm trying to guess by the house, but I don't remember Bluewater houses well enough... But congrats on the aliens! :D

It wasn’t Checo, although I’d like to get him abducted at some point too.  We’ll see what’s in his random generator this round. 

I think the house in the background there was actually Malcolm’s house (although he wasn’t the lucky abductee either; that could be fun), but that wouldn’t have given you much of a clue.  The Delarosa, Tinker, Ramirez, and Larson houses are all across the street from the Manor, although you’d have a time seeing it from the Larson house. 

On Abby and Malcolm

katrisims replied to your photoset “2 am. Abby slipped out of the bed and dressed as quietly as she could....”

Ow! I was really not expecting this. Poor Malcolm!

raptorsims replied to your photoset “2 am. Abby slipped out of the bed and dressed as quietly as she could....”

Noooooo

holleyberry replied to your photoset “2 am. Abby slipped out of the bed and dressed as quietly as she could....”

Ugh!

foxglovesims replied to your photoset “2 am. Abby slipped out of the bed and dressed as quietly as she could....”

:o

katrisims replied to your photoset “7 am.  “Good morning, beau–Abby?”   The bed beside him was empty. ”

:(

simminginsilence replied to your photoset “7 am.  “Good morning, beau–Abby?”   The bed beside him was empty. ”

That is just so sad.....

didilysims replied to your photoset “He looked for Abby, but she wasn’t in the house.  She must have gotten...”

I watching through a little slit between my fingers, hands over the eyes.

Poor, poor Malcolm.  I’ve really been quite mean to him.  He needs hugs.