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Amy #4

Monday, June 4th, 2012

Hunger pangs grab Amy right in the guts as she makes her way to the fridge. She’s never cooked herself a meal. The stove is pristine. She always grabs whatever is easiest from the fridge. Toast and jam, cereal, things she can just take without having to prepare. I wonder if Sims ever get constipated. She’s heading that way if they do. She’s chosen ice cream for dinner again. Grown ups, yo. They can do whatever the hell they want.

Back to the goddamn window again. Oh for fuck’s sake, Amy.

Her social bar is ludicrously low and she hasn’t had any neighbours pop by to meet, so she can’t call anyone on the phone for a chat. She’s getting lonelier by the minute. Her mood is starting to be effected.

She saved herself §50 by unclogging the toilet herself so maybe she deserves a little something special. A way to get to know people while in her own home. She has §740 in the bank, so I decide to get her a computer as a present. I sell the ugly concrete structures in the dining area and the two lamps from the lounge, bringing the bank account up to §1,084. From this I get the cheapest desk available (§150), the cheapest chair (§50), and the cheapest computer (§800). §84 left in the account. Risky maybe for someone with no job, but _anything_ to stop her window-gazing. Honestly, who does that?!

It doesn’t take long before she runs in to check out the new desk, and of course it’s the coolest thing that has ever happened to anyone ever. She claps and hoots and hollers, and says “BLEEEEEE!”. She looked it up and down and smiled so big I thought she was going to sprain a pixel. She pulls out the chair and gets right to chatting online. I didn’t have to tell her to.

Her social bar is slowly rising. She’s made a friend called Erin. She seems nice. A notificaton pops up that says “Amy learned that Erin is single”. Interesting. Just how nice _is_ Erin? Perhaps she could be more than a friend. Only time will tell. But that’s getting ahead of things. For now, Amy’s satisfied with some basic human interaction. This is the downside to not having a job, the isolation. Got to get onto that job hunt tomorrow. Money is only going to get tighter.

At 10:30pm she turns the computer off. Her social bar is stellar. She has +20 to mood for “new stuff” as she heads off to bed. I think she’s going to be okay, and hopefully between the TV and the computer she’ll have no use for wistfully longing out the window anymore. She dreams mainly of her computer, along with money, ideas, and clowns.

Ted #4

Friday, June 1st, 2012

Oh Ted. Oh Ted for goodness sake. You’ve gone and done it. What is so hard about taking yourself to the loo?! Why would you let it get to this point? A new low.

I guess at least your bladder is empty now. He has green stink lines coming off him, and is standing in a puddle of piss. What’s the saying? Today’s trauma is tomorrow’s comedy? If that’s the case, then Ted’s future writing career is going to be a hoot. If he ever gets there. It’s 12:42pm, he’s hungry. I feel like he’s helpless at this point.

An alert for an eating contest in town pops up. He’s starving and it would probably even be free to compete, but he’s standing in urine-soaked carpet right now. I don’t think he’s exactly in a position to go. The wet carpet is getting cold now. And squelchy. He still hasn’t taken himself to the shower, or attempted to clean up the mess.

A bit flabbergasted by this lack of autonomy, I paused the game to double check the settings were correct. Free will was set to maximum. Are you FREAKING kidding me?! What is wrong with this man? He’s supposed to be a Genius here. Did I make a mistake in instructing a few actions early on and now he’s just submitted completely? Hopefully he can begin performing basic tasks for himself again soon… But in the mean time, I try and get him to clean himself. He’s desolate. -50 to mood. He jumps in the shower at 4pm and doesn’t come out for a whole hour. I don’t blame him.

I make him clean up the mess, wash his hands, then grab some food. If I have any hope of getting him functioning properly I’ll need all his basic needs met. At 5:45 he makes an autumn salad.

While he’s eating and cleaning up his dishes, I try and cheer him up by buying him a computer. His social bar could use some online chatting. I sold the ugly concrete things in his dining area, and the two lamps from the lounge. Even buying the cheapest chair, desk, and computer available, Ted’s left with §73 in the bank. Bills are §83 per week, and dinner just cost §5.

That job search just got real. He’s going to have to get onto the sear…

Oh god.

As he’s cleaning up the dishes a gushing fountain of water spurts up into his face. He’s unable to stop it. The sink has broken, and is leaking water all over the floor. As if the floor today hadn’t seen enough.

I’m regretting the retail splurge right now as Ted phones a repairman to fix the sink. There was no self-repair option, he doesn’t have the logic skill points to attempt it. The repair technician came an hour later and charged §50. Shit. The bank account stands at §18.

Ted is really freaking out about this and I don’t know if it’s because of the bank balance or because he’s just really not in a good way today. He stared at the puddle on the floor and giggled, thinking it looked like a pond, before breaking down into tears over it, thinking of things like marriage. His sink broke, and he’s crying that he’ll never get married… Or that he’s scared of it… I honestly can’t pick it. Either way the repairman just tried to ignore it. If Ted hadn’t lost it while the repairman was here I would have suggested he strike up a conversation, possibly even making a friend. But it was just awkward as all hell.

As he mops up the puddle that is partly the sink’s fault and partly moisture that leaked from his eyeballs, I can’t help but feel sorry for the guy. What a day. He deserves a bit of a pick-me-up. With his Social bar being the only one that needed a bit of attention, I instructed him to go chat online with someone. He smiles very softly. There was relief in his eyes, mixed with a bit of excitement.

I spent the next 3 Sim-hours smiling as he made a friend, and his Social bar slowly started creeping up. Fresh start tomorrow.

Amy #3

Tuesday, May 29th, 2012

At 8:30am on Tuesday, Amy woke and made her bed. She took herself off to the toilet (ya hear that, Ted?) and started wondering about the day ahead when the toilet wouldn’t flush properly. It was clogged. She screamed and cursed the skies. Not the greatest start to the day.

Ignoring the toilet, she calms down with some toast and jam in her jim jams. While Amy’s noshing away on her breakfast that frankly makes me hungry, I take a moment to have a look at the HUD. Her current promise is “Make friends with someone”, for +450 happiness points. I also noticed something that took me by surprise, she has a want that I can choose to promise to her, a want for a job in Law Enforcement. +400 happiness points. But that’s not writing? Is she getting desperate? She seems to want to settle for a job other than her life’s calling. I don’t know whether to let her or not. I’ll give it another day to think about it. She looks at the bin and points at it in an accusatory manner, telling it off. Crazy bins.

At 10:30 she took herself off to the shower (TED, SERIOUSLY) and I had a look at one of the icons in the HUD, it was this yellow cute little emoticon face, and it was for “Fascinated”. “Some Sims take joy in the things ordinary Sims might otherwise overlook” +10 to mood for the next 2 hours. I wonder what particular character trait of Amy’s is responsible for this. Was it a creative decision to make Genius’s do this? Are they saying smart people stop to smell the roses? Perhaps it’s because she’s a Hopeless Romantic. Or a Taurus. Either way, she’s been labelled extraordinary already.

My attention is quickly grabbed by a decrease in her mood and a speedy exit from the shower. The water’s gone cold. Apparently a cheap shower is to blame and an upgrade would assist the situation. Something tells me bathroom renovations aren’t really in the budget right now.

As Amy leaves the shower and gets dressed, she glances over to the toilet. Bummed as if reminded by the bung loo, she sighs. She better do something about that soon. Should call a repairman. §50 she could do with keeping. She slouches and is visibly bleak before suddenly declared to be “having a blast” when she remembered she had a TV. Amy watched from 11:30am to 2pm, then turned the tele off, looked around, and turned it back on again until 4pm. A notification pops up to say there’s a Chess Tournament happening in town. Yeah but this cooking show is pretty rad.

Her social bar is low. -15 to mood. She’s lonely. She turns off the tele at 4:30 and while she doesn’t seem to have plans I suggest she try and unclog the toilet. It bums her out but it has to be done. Bums. Toilet. Oy vey.

She even begins to get Logic skill points out of it. Amy is super proud of herself for a moment as she wipes her brow. She just saved §50 by not having to call a repairman! But her celebration is soon interrupted by a frantic panic where she imagines a world without TV! Terrifying stuff.

But then looking down at her bathroom rug makes her happy.

An emotional god-damn roller-coaster at Amy’s today.

She looks out the window as someone walks past. It’s dusk. I almost expect her to press her hand against the glass. Amy’s pretty lonely.

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