Sometimes the most beautiful things…pass us by.
Moments after we arrived at the graveyard, Stealie autonomously walked over to the ghost of Milton Bachelor to “tell a funny story.” I was watching, waiting eagerly for this funny story, when Stealie had a sudden change of heart and threw this disgusted face. “Aaah! The sparkles! It burns!” I dunno…just wait till the glitter fades, Stealie.
“So there was this guy who had a Ponzi scheme going and stole a lot of money from people. And…his name was Madoff! Get it? Made-off?”
Hey, Stealie! That’s not funny! A lot of people lost a lot of money!
“Oh, how amusing! You should start your own Ponzi scheme, young lady. I shall be happy to contribute $34. And here’s an extra $8 in case you need to bribe anyone.”
Interesting specimens in the graveyard…
The guy with the mohawk is Ransom Clavell. In the Sims, the color of the ghost indicates the cause of death (now wouldn’t that come in handy for forensics investigations). Ransom is blue, which supposedly means that he died from drowning.
He reminded us of blue denim. “Wow, I’ve never met someone with the name Ransom. Who kidnapped you? How much did your family have to pay?”
“Sorry. But speaking of funny names…have you heard of this guy Madoff?”
“Ahahha! Yeah, that’s pretty funny. You’re a pretty funny cookie, Stealie! Hey, man, if you ever build your own Ponzi, man, here’s $39 to start off with.”
Annabelle Oinkslopes. I’m guessing she was electrocuted to death.
“Well, with inflation, not many. But I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you. Why don’t you stay for a while, dear. There is a nice bench near the pool.”
It’s almost 7am. Why are all these ghosts still hanging around?!
Gertrude Flansburgh floated up to us.
“Would you like a share in my exclusive Ponzi scheme? It is currently offered only to residents of this graveyard.”
“Hmm. How much is a share?”
“Yes, please! I’d like that very much.”
They stood in mutual bosom staring pose for a moment. I looked away.
Stealie collected some gems, and then I remembered that we can explore the catacombs.
So we hustled over to the mausoleum…
Then came more notifications (game text in italics):
Stealie has seen many incredible things: cascading underground waterfalls, jewels the size of babies, and partially decomposed, living dead monsters. She also ran into an apparition that demanded a single strand of her hair. Fans ask for the darndest things.
Stealie saw and experienced terrible, horrible things! Sims were not meant to hear sounds like the ones echoing through the depths of the catacombs and it may be some time before Stealie is comfortable talking about the misadventure. Hey, hey! I’ll have you know Rumours is one of the greatest albums of all time! Stealie will talk about it when she wants to!
When she finally emerged around noon, she looked like this:
Uhh, hi…Cyndi Lauper? Or have we arrived in the 80s? (<–I hope that didn’t come across as too mean. I’m a Cyndi Lauper fan as well so I meant no harm.)
The phone call she had received at the Langerak house earlier was an offer to buy some of her fish. A reminder now popped up to go turn in the fish now.
“Show up at the store? Looking like this?”
Don’t worry, Stealie, I’m sure the liquor store folks have seen much wilder things.
No one looked. I walked by.
Even so, by this time Stealie’s energy and hygiene bars were abysmal. She headed home to refuel for the evening’s swiping.
She slept till early evening. Around 8pm, we returned to the graveyard. We just don’t know what’s good for us.
“I have no fear~”
“Don’t fear the reaper~” Lol, that’s someone else’s song, but ok…
“I’ll follow you down, till the sound of my voice will haunt you~!”
Hmm, we could tap in to this stalkerish, vindictive streak and revisit the Langeraks. Oh no, they’re out. The Goth home is nearby. We could try that instead.
Mooching off of Sims…
In the night so still…
Mortimer Goth let us in. I tried to get photos of their conversation, but no matter which angle I tried, the ceiling lamp kept censoring his side of the conversation.
While she wolfed down the meal (and took care of other business), I took a glance at the house:
Mortimer sat down to homework. Then his parents came home. The Goths are one of the richest, oldest families in town. They don’t look it, do they?
(Once again, lamp.)
Stealie, what has poor Mortimer done to you? He just fed you! Leave him alone…and we can swipe something.
I kept aiming for the nice things, but Stealie kept going towards curtains. Pshh. If you want curtains, Stealie, let’s go to a different (cheaper!) house to practice our curtain-grabbing.
How about…the Bunch house:
Arlo greets us at the door. Stealie looks at his face and you can tell what she thinks:
Ethan joined us, crowding up the tiny porch…jeez, who designed these houses?!
Ethan: “Yeah, what moron designed this house? Look at this stupid door!”
Ethan whispered to us an explanation of the famous Bunch look. “I know we look horrible. It’s something in the darn water! We’ve tried all sorts of potions to cure it, but it just won’t go away.”
Then they presented this little tableau to me. It seems that they are playing charades.
“Two words? Toilet? Money? Flush! Flush with cash!”
Speaking of which, Stealie has only about $2,000. I hope we can raise more for our remodeling…
“Two thousand? Pfft. You call that a home improvement budget?”
We meet again, Judy Bunch. For some reason, she didn’t recognize Stealie so they had to get introduced again.
That reminds me of our trivia of the day: did you know that “Stand Back” was supposedly inspired by Prince’s “Little Red Corvette?”
Judy refused our plea for a donation to our remodeling fund…
Okay, Stealie. Time to take care of business!
We headed to the bathroom.
Huh. I’d thought you were going to go for the toilet.
By the way, that toilet was swiped RIGHT BETWEEN 11:59 and 12:00. I wonder when it was counted.
The Bunch family doesn’t have much stuff of interest. We went outdoors to go after the grill (quite appropriately, as Stealie was again really hungry):
Yes, I know! Just swipe the grill and we’ll get some food!
We went back in. There was no rush now, because the grill had used up our swipes at the Bunch house. Stealie introduced herself to Darlene, the girl at the table earlier. They started chatting in the bathroom; it was so cramped that at first I managed to take a photo only from the outside.
I’d heard a bit about the Bunch family from the forums, but my Sims hadn’t really interacted with them before. Now I can kind of see why they’re famous (in the hideous sense). I don’t know, I’ve seen more hideous sights, both in the game and in person…
Back inside, Lisa Bunch was innocently and dutifully doing her homework (at 3am):
She seemed annoyed when Stealie began chatting to her. “Oh go away! Here, have $34. Good luck with your house >:(”
Stealie seems surprisingly apologetic or guilty.
But she still had a moodlet of “fiendlishly delighted” from “taking pleasure in the misfortune of other Sims.” Hmm, wonder when that happened.
That would have been difficult to coordinate with the other furnishings we’ve swiped (but then again, maybe that’s the fun of it). It was moot now.
We went to the art museum to use up the rest of the daily swipes.
Taking care of some unfinished business from before:
“Oh fountain, you look so lonely. Where has your twin gone?”
That was it for the swipes. So it turns out that the toilet swipe (—that sounds a bit eww) counted as one after midnight. Shucks. That means that that Venus sculpture will have to wait.
When we got home, Stealie headed promptly to bed. In the Sims, this is all it takes to get ready for bed:
The rules of the challenge allow us to sell items, but I want to see how much we can incorporate into our house first. I wonder if our house will turn into one of those rural places with a bunch of random junk in the yard. If so, we have a good start: I have placed one of the bathtubs in the back yard. No excuse for a low hygiene mood now.