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guppy_sandhuPart 5
Holby 3083
PASS Project
Day 5
Where did I leave you? Oh yes, curled up on Snowball crying. A year at Milliways, and still that verb sticks in my throat. I would be lying if I said I wasn't hurting, but as Snowball pointed out, it's not every day you see your father's suicide replayed in front of you.
This time, I swallowed back the sobs. I'd had six months of breaking and grieving. I didn't want to cry any more. I almost choked in the effort, forcing a weak smile as the pig brought me a cup of tea carefully balanced in his jaws.
Some time I guess I fell asleep, my distress dampened by the one, bright, thought dancing in front of me.
Not Guilty
I can't explain in words how it feels to find out you didn't hand your father his means of suicide.
Snowball was great, stayed with me all night to make sure I was okay. When I woke up at five he was fast asleep, so I crept out quietly, not wanting to wake him, and sat in the main room with the glass ceiling. Someone had been in ivernight to rub off Snowball's chalk, which we'd been using to write 'Being held against will' and SOS on the wall in the hope of attracting the sympathy of the viewers. I started rewriting it when Shufti appeared, exhaustion clear on her young face. Jack clearly wasn't taking the transition well, although as I held him a bit a round of pulling my hair seemed to ease things a little. Soon he was asleep, dribbling into my shirt pocket.
***
Guppy, Snowball and Oliver step into the simulator room, leaving Shufti back in the main room. Apparently the challenge is unsuitable for her. At first, it is unclear why. The room appears fairly harmless, a normal house, with strange, squarish furniture. Above them, the other candidates; John, Xerxes and Maria, can be seen on a huge screen, like a window.
The three in the simulator jump as boots snap around their feet, clamping them to the floor. Guppy is yoinked towards a work bench in the corner, where a large lump of wood appears. Almost without his control, he finds himself with a hammer and chisel, carving something.
"Um, guys, what's happening?" he asks, looking around to see Snowball marched into the bedroom. Oliver appears to be stuck where he is in the middle of the floor with... a large green diamond floating above his head.
"Oli... we're in The Sims."
***
"AAARGH!"
Guppy jumps up and down and waves his hands, conscious even at the time that it's a stupid thing to do. Oliver and Snowball do the same, the pig still glaring at the fact that he has a bikini on his head, but also distracted by the great big ball of fire enveloping the cooker.
Evidently Guppy's reputation for his cooking did not preceed him.
"Why are we bouncing up and down?" he yells. "Press extinguish for goodness sakes!" He glances up to the observation deck, noting that Xerxes, the only one showing any sign of how to play up there, has disappeared off to the bathroom at the world's most inconvenient moment.
There is a yelp from Snowball as he disappears into a ball of flame. At this point Xerxes decides to show up again, yells something inaudable at the others, and they are armed with fire extinguishers.
From somewhere nearby there is a dramatic noise, before a full size grim reaper materialises.
"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS." it announces to Guppy, who finds his fire extinguisher vanishing once more.
He plays paper, as does the Grim Reaper.
They both show rocks.
Guppy shows a rock, the Reaper a pair of scissors.
The flames vanish, and Snowball stands up, unharmed, except for a slight smell of bacon.
Holby 3083
PASS Project
Day 5
Where did I leave you? Oh yes, curled up on Snowball crying. A year at Milliways, and still that verb sticks in my throat. I would be lying if I said I wasn't hurting, but as Snowball pointed out, it's not every day you see your father's suicide replayed in front of you.
This time, I swallowed back the sobs. I'd had six months of breaking and grieving. I didn't want to cry any more. I almost choked in the effort, forcing a weak smile as the pig brought me a cup of tea carefully balanced in his jaws.
Some time I guess I fell asleep, my distress dampened by the one, bright, thought dancing in front of me.
Not Guilty
I can't explain in words how it feels to find out you didn't hand your father his means of suicide.
Snowball was great, stayed with me all night to make sure I was okay. When I woke up at five he was fast asleep, so I crept out quietly, not wanting to wake him, and sat in the main room with the glass ceiling. Someone had been in ivernight to rub off Snowball's chalk, which we'd been using to write 'Being held against will' and SOS on the wall in the hope of attracting the sympathy of the viewers. I started rewriting it when Shufti appeared, exhaustion clear on her young face. Jack clearly wasn't taking the transition well, although as I held him a bit a round of pulling my hair seemed to ease things a little. Soon he was asleep, dribbling into my shirt pocket.
***
Guppy, Snowball and Oliver step into the simulator room, leaving Shufti back in the main room. Apparently the challenge is unsuitable for her. At first, it is unclear why. The room appears fairly harmless, a normal house, with strange, squarish furniture. Above them, the other candidates; John, Xerxes and Maria, can be seen on a huge screen, like a window.
The three in the simulator jump as boots snap around their feet, clamping them to the floor. Guppy is yoinked towards a work bench in the corner, where a large lump of wood appears. Almost without his control, he finds himself with a hammer and chisel, carving something.
"Um, guys, what's happening?" he asks, looking around to see Snowball marched into the bedroom. Oliver appears to be stuck where he is in the middle of the floor with... a large green diamond floating above his head.
"Oli... we're in The Sims."
***
"AAARGH!"
Guppy jumps up and down and waves his hands, conscious even at the time that it's a stupid thing to do. Oliver and Snowball do the same, the pig still glaring at the fact that he has a bikini on his head, but also distracted by the great big ball of fire enveloping the cooker.
Evidently Guppy's reputation for his cooking did not preceed him.
"Why are we bouncing up and down?" he yells. "Press extinguish for goodness sakes!" He glances up to the observation deck, noting that Xerxes, the only one showing any sign of how to play up there, has disappeared off to the bathroom at the world's most inconvenient moment.
There is a yelp from Snowball as he disappears into a ball of flame. At this point Xerxes decides to show up again, yells something inaudable at the others, and they are armed with fire extinguishers.
From somewhere nearby there is a dramatic noise, before a full size grim reaper materialises.
"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS." it announces to Guppy, who finds his fire extinguisher vanishing once more.
He plays paper, as does the Grim Reaper.
They both show rocks.
Guppy shows a rock, the Reaper a pair of scissors.
The flames vanish, and Snowball stands up, unharmed, except for a slight smell of bacon.
