When we left our five simulacrums yesterday, they had managed to move up in the world in only a sim-week. They made progress along their career paths and even managed to make a few friends along the way without making too many enemies. Sure, Tom cried a few times and wet himself and Steve resorted to talking to a volleyball for stimulating conversation, but when all is said and done, the train to disaster seems to have been derailed for the time being.
When the second Monday began, Steve noticed quickly that there was no food left in the fridge and complained excessively about it. Calling the store requires handholding that bathroom breaks and sleeping don't usually, so I helped order a large delivery of food to keep the death count low. Miraculously, no one has died yet. A fire raged through the house the first day of occupancy, but sadly, no one became a pile of ash.
Steve, being the responsible guy that he is, greeted the delivery and brought it to the kitchen, setting it on the counter and walking away
Now after that minor occurrence, I decided to plan ahead and help these sims down their career path with the purchase of more items that would help them on their way to success. Of course, the fact that the telescope I purchased might cause one of the five to be abducted by aliens didn't hurt either.
Once the little redhead Holly dropped by, Tom was all business. He moved on up and started schmoozing her up. With a little encouragement on my part, he began picking up speed with a little
Later on in the week, I accidentally found out why this Vicund guy had gotten so pissed. While watching Tal play around on the telescope, I noticed that instead of being pointed at the sky, it was pointed straight across the landscape, directly into someone's yard. Tal's thoughts showed he saw bushes, a hot tub, and then Vicund's face appeared! These creepy idiots had been spying on the guy. Frankly, I'm not surprised.
12:00 am PDT August 31, 2004