Mysterious happenings in town…oh, and our first party!
Maybe we should be keeping closer track of our progress. We start off today with a net worth of $37,665. Still far from Stealie’s Lifetime Wish of $100,000.
But then again, I feel that I’ve been getting too uptight about going for the most expensive items. Where does that lead us? We’d end up with dozens of huge marble sculptures and nothing to sit on (except an abundance of toilets, as our last entry showed).
We could try to maximize $$$, but it’s too stressful that way. I’m going to try and be more laid back about this. “Stand back!”
Anyway, the space rock had an original value of $136, but it jumped to $272 once Stealie figured out that it was Unusual Llamatite. Whoo. Stick it next to the Grim Reaper, the fountains, and the Ambiguities…
Stealie had a wish to visit the theater. Whatever you say, Stealie. Today you are free to explore and have fun! Don’t worry about our usual bean-counting, penny-pinching ways! Have fun at the theater!
She found it boring.
Unlike the good Mr. Astley, Stiles did let us down. He refused our mooches.
Hey, look who walked by! Agnes, how are you doing?
“Oh, Stealie! My life has been amazing! I joined this wonderful temple! Our great priest has taught us that our life’s aim is to give away all of our earthly possessions. Please take this $17.”
This town is going wacky. In the meantime, on the street corner, other Sims were getting up to some mysterious activities:
I guess it’s none of my business?? Back to the mooching.
Jack Bunch, father of the beautiful family we visited yesterday:
This is your type, Stealie? And all this time I thought you had a thing for Judy, or Madison, or Emma (or their bosoms at least). The attraction is mutual. But attraction does not translate to generosity. Jack refused both mooches.
Moving on down the block, Stealie came across Ian Bowler. “Great Priest says we’ll burn in Hell if we do not give away our material wealth! Please, Stealie, take this $37.” He dug into his pockets. “Oh, here’s another $10. Take it!”
Cornelia! Wow, sorry we missed your birthday:
“Cornelia, have you joined this…temple too?”
“Ohhh yes, it’s magnificent. I still have $17 I must get rid of. Take it.”
Phew. Dorie may not have much “sense” in her fashion choices, but she did have sense enough not to have joined the temple.
Look at everyone here at the plaza. Wow, so many familiar faces. What’s everyone doing out here on a Thursday morning? Don’t you have jobs?
Speaking of jobs, Stealie suddenly got a call to go fix the plumbing at City Hall. What, are the municipal workers on strike? They’re not out at the plaza. Anyway, Stealie headed to City Hall to go unclog the pipes.
Yup, as always, in her gown.
She got $500 for the trouble. I guess they’ll cover the drycleaning bills? So it turns out that the root cause of the clog was a fish in the pipes. Reminds me of an office memo we once got (in real life) that stated that the plumbing crew found a bunch of things in the office kitchen sink drain, including some plastic utensils. Who washes utensils down the drain?!
Stealie got to keep the fish.
Now, what to do.
She autonomously called Agnes and started chatting about her favorite subject.
Oh get over it Stealie. We’ve established that we can’t swipe the aircraft statue. No need to rub it in.
While we’re in this relaxed pace mode, let’s really let loose and throw a party! Whooo! I am, however, paranoid that guests might try to steal back their items (does that even happen?), so I’m noting that our current net worth is $34,373 and also taking a pic of the house so far. By the way, what a mess:
“I’ll have to do some cleanup.”
“This is my formal outfit.”
“Holly, the cover charge is $60.” Holly gladly paid. “Plus tax of $15.” That too.
It’d be a bit more glamorous if it weren’t in the bathroom, grimy and overcrowded…
Fifties announcer voice: “Is your bathroom a mess? Have more toilets and showers and sinks and mirrors than you can handle? Then you need the all-new Stealie Swipes! For a more spacious and streamlined bathroom!” Sparkle sparkle!
Sims 3 parties are great:
You will excuse our Klepto Kween, merry guests, while she sits on her throne and gulps down the culinary tributes.
Stealie’s favorite food, by the way, is mac and cheese (guess why :p ).
Plenty of faces new and old here at the party, of which the lovelier ones graciously paid the sliding-scale cover charge:
Dustin Langerak ($21):
Christopher Steel ($19):
Zelda ($60)—their poses look like something from the cover of a TV show DVD box set:
Iliana ($211) <–WHAT! WOW! *immediately saves game*
“Oh yeah, I found this magnificent financial advisor with a funny name.”
Miss Scarlet in the Parlour with Plutonium Anne Song ($19):
“It wasn’t Plutonium! It was the Knife!”
She seemed pretty preoccupied:
Stealie just went on humming. “Could that someone be old Mac the Knife~”
In the Sims 3, that knife icon indicates that the Sim has experienced a betrayal. Anne Song kept thinking about the betrayal, so Stealie asked her about her romantic relationship status. Then they both got hearts of attraction fluttering above their heads. No no! Don’t get the wrong idea, Anne. We were only asking out of concern.
Anne skulked over to Stealie’s bedroom, where she started interacting with the fountain. We really need to buy a window or steal some more lamps, because look at how dark it is:
The party was a success (in the Sims, people are quick to reach an objective consensus on how good a party was). Now Gobias and Agnes are friends with Stealie.
Stealie’s thrilled. “I’m a star!” Yay.
Her phone rang. It was Christopher Steel.
Hey, she finally changed the subject! Oh, wait:
It went on like that for the whole conversation.
Then, finally: “I’ve gotta go now. Bed time. Talk to you later.”
Finally, shower. And bed.
Sweet dreams, Stealie. Oh, wait:
Okay, okay, we’ll clean the place in the morning!
Paranoid postscript: As far as I can tell, nothing has been taken. Our net worth is now $38,642. Plus there’s more food in the fridge! Whee!