Stealie swipes from two different houses, with *sigh* slightly exasperating results. As a consequence, I foresee that some emergency remodeling is coming soon.
By the time Stealie finished swiping at the Dent home, it was almost midnight. Sims usually kick us out by 3 am, so there was time to swipe at another house. Stealie rushed over to the Clavell home. For some reason, Beau Andrews was there too. (You can see his big belly through the window.) Something going on?
Bessie! What’s Beau doing in your son’s room?
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. He’s here to help us feel safer about this burglar who’s been going around. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about this thief, would you?”
“Oh yes! Do sign us up.”
Stealie neglected to tell her that this theft insurance ensures that the burglar will visit the house! Poor Bessie should have read the fine print first.
We had to get cracking, as Bessie could throw us out at any moment.
Maybe we rushed too much. Guess what Stealie went for. Go on, guess.
Arggghhh. Regular readers will understand my frustration.
It reminds me of the time (in real life) when one of my architecture instructors was talking about switching career tracks because, as an architect/designer, there are only so many doorknob and bathroom remodels you can take.
“What? It’s my house! I grabs what I wants!”
On the third swipe, I tried to steer her towards something valuable, like the armchair. Bessie, however, kept getting in the way. She’d come into the room just as we were about to swipe. Or she’d settle down into the same armchair and start reading or watching TV. Swipe-blocker!
“You’re welcome, dear. Do let me know when the insurance man calls.”
Outside, in the night, the neighborhood was lit up in eerie green:
You could be my Klepto’d things
Blue green colors flashing~
Stealie keeps dreaming of the rocket. Move on, Stealie.
In the morning, Stealie paid the bills. $179. Good news: the bills haven’t gone up too much. Bad news: that means that our net worth hasn’t gone up much either.
Hey! If you click on the stereo, there’s an option to do an Evil Dance. Gotta try this.
Ok, so there’s not much special about Evil Dance. Enough. Stealie had to eat and get going with the day!
Eating sushi with a fork. Now, that’s class.
D’ohh, the toilet broke. Well, we’ve got plenty more. We’ll worry about that later.
For a while now, Stealie’s had a wish to improve her gardening skill. She went over to the science lab and the criminal hangout to help herself to some harvestables. Then off to SimHenge, where there have been rumors of valuable Gigantic Space Rocks. But no, only a smoky quartz. We could’ve found that at home!
We wanted to go see Gunther Goth but he was out. Instead we went to one of the lakes—not to fish, but to harvest some space rocks and vegetables. And then fish.
I’ll spare you the screenshots here, because they all turned out like this:
Stealie has a “Disgusted” moodlet from disgusting food again! You were fine when you were eating the sushi! Maybe it’s the fridge quality? Blegh. I guess we’re doomed to disgusting food forever, because fridges can’t be swiped, and that means we’ll never have a fridge of good quality.
Whoa! I suddenly noticed another Sim near the lake. (You can see her in the screenshot above.) It’s…Tamara Donner, reading a book.
Damn the dark! I could barely get a screenshot. Though…with the faces she makes, perhaps I can’t blame Tamara for favoring a dimmer ambiance. “Oh, hi, Stealie. Listen, if anyone asks, can you tell them I was here all day? Here’s $20 for your troubles.”
“No questions asked.”
It was almost midnight. I saw Gunther was headed home.
Stealie’s intentions are clear.
I’ll look away.
While I was looking away, Stealie tried to swipe something autonomously…then sneezed. Didn’t know Sims did that. She recovered and was about to mooch some money from Gunther when he just took off.
Wow, Gunther…so…trusting. Do you feel safe with Stealie roaming around the house? I mean, you have so much to protect:
So, so much.
Moochie moochie moo!! “Thanks, Gunther!” He must be really desperate to get to bed.
No problem there, because that left Stealie free to do her work.
However, speaking of problems:
In another room, his wife Cornelia’s Swipey Sense was tingling!!
Perhaps we should get a move on. When we stepped outside, Stealie walked over to the rose garden.
Venus, the goddess of love:
Oh you begged me to swipe you
From that house on the hill.
“And look at all these pretty roses.”
Hungry, Stealie went home. Dim sum with fork. She seems to favor Asian cuisine eaten with a fork.
“Never mind that. Where should we put all the loot?”
Well, for sure the toilet won’t fit in the bathroom anymore.
O…kay…Ensuite bathroom, here we come.
Hah! Being in the bathroom now gives her the “Dirty Surroundings” and “Decorated” moodlets at the same time.