Ocean promptly got arrested for misbehaviour by her cousin Tycha Curious.
And no, I didn't get him new clothes.
I also happen to love the shoes that come with that dress.
Hey, not my fault, dude! Blame the Social Service, they gave you those clothes.
... Oh dear. Another one lost to the cause of grilled cheese. And so young, too.
Anyway. Three or four cooking points don't make for great cheese on toast, so PT#9 hauls his green self to the cooking hobby super!sekret club. Where he meets Phil Jitmakusol (aka Phil Surprise in the not-so-distant future - in fact, let's call him that from now on, because I'm not sure how to spell Jimakutsol anyway.)
In the background: Phil schmoozing PT#9. Phil, PT#9's an alien, not a witch. You're on the right track with the stars on the hat, though.
Ocean's outerwear is disappointingly normal.
Yes well don't get over yourself.
And Jill is a master-schmoozer.
Somehow I think Ocean will disrupt the quiet lifestyle before long.
You have of course recognised Buck Grunt.
This is one of a million pics of the Penguin caught in deep conversation with a snowman.
I haven't found the right haircut for Johnny yet, a propos of nothing, but this is all right for now.
Surprise Surprise has become a permanent fixture of the place. We also have Kristen Loste, looking about 40 months pregnant, smustling her bump to the beat of country music.