Bunter: Wonder if Ruth would enjoy some morning woohoo?
About that time, Lord Piers got a notice from Baile City Hall saying that the fire engine was in desperate need of repairs. Maintenance had not been done in a very long time.
Piers wrote back: Your fireman, Bo Walsh, is indeed a resident at the manor here, but I have no authority over his actions while in your employ. Please direct your concerns to Mr Walsh himself.
A second notice arrived: The fire engine is failing! Do you want to be responsible for fire fighters not arriving in time to save a life?
Piers: Good heavens! ...BUNTER!
Bunter: Yes, M'Lord.
Piers: Get to the fire station straight away and perform whatever maintenance is required on the fire engine. Apparently it's an emergency situation. ...And while you're there, check on Mr Walsh. See what's keeping him from doing this work himself.
Bunter: Very well, sir (thinking, sadly, that woohoo would have to wait ).
Bunter found Bo playing a football video game.
Bunter: What do you think you're doing, Walsh!
Bo: Uh, I'm studying team strategies--to improve fire fighting techniques.
Bunter: Shut it down, Walsh! Get yourself back to the manor at once! His Lordship would like a word with you.
Bo: But I'm working!
Bunter: I hardly think so.
Then Bunter spent the next couple of hours--not woohooing--but repairing the Woo Woo 4000 fire engine instead. He was not a happy Bunter.
Piers: Mr Walsh, that Loser trait of yours must go! Honestly, who plays computer games at work? (wink)
Bo: Well, I suppose, if you say so. But you're beginning to sound like my father--always after my case!
Piers: Hmm. Your father might have some justification in expressing disappointment in your motivation.
Bo: I'm an inventor! 6 skill levels. I've worked hard at that!
Piers: All very well and good, Mr Walsh, but until you start earning income from your inventions, you must focus on keeping your position at the fire station.
Piers: What you need is Discipline.
Bo: Like in martial arts?
Piers: Yes, perfect training to center the mind and hone the body. Excellent abilities for a fire fighter.
Piers found out that Bo only had 1 point in Athletics. But thanks to the miracle of WonderPetal herbs, he soon reached level 3.
Piers: How do you expect to carry fire victims to safety with only 1 skill in athletics? Hop on the treadmill, Mr Walsh. And tomorrow, Bunter will begin your training in martial arts.
Bo: Bunter?
Piers: Well certainly! Bunter is our resident expert in that field.
Bo: It figures. ...Aaaa!!
It hasn't been all bad for Bo though. He's found a new friend. David, being an outgoing flirty chap, approached Bo that very morning.
David: I like your style, Bo.
David: We have so much in common, you and me.
David: Here's to new beginnings, eh?
Bo thinking: This guy is awesome!
David: I've heard about your louse of a father. Well, I could tell you some things about my old man that would curl your chest hairs!
Bo walked away either feeling very hungry or very jittery inside!
And David? Either he REALLY had a case of nervous stomach or the WonderPetals in his pancakes were not agreeing with him.
Of course, Clouseau remained the center of roommate attention. (Mulder usually only allows Piers, Hera, or Bunter to pet him.)
Later that afternoon, Ruth tried talking to Lord Wimsel. But it takes a lot to impress His Lordship, genius that he is. It seems only Hera and Bunter truly know how to keep things entertaining for him!
Ruth: Well, who knew Lord Wimsel wasn't interested in laundry detergent? I find the subject fascinating myself!
Ruth: Fine! I'll go woohoo with Vinnie! He never minds what I say! In fact, I don't even have to say a word!
(This is actually the second time Ruth has bored Piers to death. The first time was before he even knew her, back at the Community College.)
That night (another full moon), Ruth stayed in bed with Bunter and didn't return to the dorm room. I have seen no fights between them caused by her Hot-Headed trait. And Bunter has no wish to move on to anyone else.
The next morning, I found Bo and David chatting again, this time in the dorm room after they woke up.
Bo initiated the conversation this time, but David quickly took the reins.
David: Looking good, Bo! You wear those new athletic points VERY well!
In case you haven't noticed, mornings at the Wimsel estate are very...casual! Sims will be sims, high or low born.
Meanwhile...in another part of town...the vampire Christine Meaney still stalks the unsuspecting as she roars her way through Rinn Fada! But never fear, Bunter and Piers have prepared a Council of War!
