Mar. 30th, 2008

remindmeofthe: (Torchwood.  Oh dear. - credit apiphile)
So today I was quite abruptly struck by the need to create some Torchwood Sims. I spent, like, three hours making three of the five (Tosh and Gwen will get their own house later; five Sims in one family is way too many for me), and fucking around with the house and playing a tiny bit. I shan't bore everyone with details, but there are a couple of things I need to share.

First, this is the first time I've played Sims 2 with two computers available. (Long story short: My iBook got fucked up way back in the day, I was totally ignorant about getting it fixed and ended up under the impression that it would be cheaper to get a PC laptop, so I did, and then about six months ago I finally got my Mac fixed, so now I have two computers.) I had Sims running on the PC and was using the Mac to look at photos for visual reference. This did not in any way help - I have long since accepted the fact that all my artistic ability has been funnelled into writing and I have no talent for the visual arts whatsoever - but it was nice to have for a change. And actually Owen turned out fairly passable, so maybe it helped a little.

Except that I used this picture for Ianto, because I had it and I didn't feel like spending half an hour sifting through images on LJ comms. And Ianto looks like a serial killer in that photo. And I kept getting absorbed in tweaking some detail in the Sim maker and completely forgetting which picture I was using. Then I would look up, find myself confronted with Serial Killer Ianto, and start giggling madly. This happened like FIVE TIMES before I could finally start being serious. Sort of.

I would like to blame this for the awful final version of Sim Ianto, but the fact remains that Sim Jack turned out just as badly, if not slightly worse.

Eventually I was done and played for a little while. Mostly the interaction was of the typical Sim variety, but a couple things happened almost right away that nearly had me in tears.

* Jack attempts to hug Owen. Owen recoils in horror. Ianto immediately leaps in and tries to hug Owen. Owen recoils in horror.

* Jack and Ianto then go off and play games for about two hours in Sim time. (I had nothing to do with this. Apparently even my Sims 2 game ships Janto. Yeesh.) Owen spends the entire time standing there and watching them specifically so he can give Ianto shit between rounds. They spent so long playing, and Owen spent so long waiting for his chances to fuck with Ianto, that I was wondering if it was going to go on all night. Sims left to their own devices tend to be a bit flightier.

The Sims personality calibrator is relatively crude and cartoonish, but it looks like I managed to nail Owen's season one self pretty accurately.
remindmeofthe: (Owen has a pen.)
Hey, a Torchwood drabble! These haven't been happening because I've actually been working on real fic, and I apparently can't do both at once. This popped into my head while I was trying to gain sufficient consciousness to get out of bed, though, and I had to whip it up real quick before heading out home for my brother's birthday party. (He is seven. SEVEN. WHAT THE FUCK.)

This is, technically, recent-past-paradigm, taking place at some vague point after Owen catches up with the timeline again, but it's not canon for the fic, just pure silly wish fulfilment that will never happen. So I am allowed to write it and it doesn't count as cheating. :D

Incredibly vague spoilers for Torchwood 2x06-2x08.



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