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Rebuilding a Sims Neighborhood After a Crash
1. Well, the rebuild is over. (Thank goodness!) I was able to recreate some Sims almost
exactly, and some Sims look the same from most angles, but not all of them. And then
there were some Sims whose noses I just could not get right for the life of me. I ask you
in advance to please forgive me. Oh, and some of the pictures you will see were taken
before the rebuild. If you can tell me when the last pre-rebuild picture appears, I will give
you a cookie.
Although, like I said last time I rebuilt, when it comes to sharing cookies, I cheat.
But enough about me. Letās get on with the story ā Already in Progressā¦
2. You know how it is when you get up in the morning. Youāre not really awake yet, and
while youāre taking care of your Bladder meter, youāre in a very Zen-like state.
Sometimes you even have to figure out if that hazy memory you have of watching the
Pope ride by on an elephant is just a dream or if it really happened.
That can take a while, some days.
3. And when you shower, you have your eyes closed. I mean, unless you actually like
getting soap in your eyes. But most people donāt.
But after your shower, youāre more awake and more in a noticing things-mood. Which is
a rather roundabout way of explaining why it took Matt so long to notice that a miracle
had occurred.
4. MATTHIAS: Wait a minute ā What ā ? (blinks at his reflection a few times, then,
reverently) Oh. My. Esme. (shrieks delightedly) Ty! Ty! Itās back! (takes off for the
bedroom at a run) My skin is back! Hobbes worked a miracle! A MIRACLE! A ā
(breaks off) Ty?
5. TYRONE: For me? Aw, you shouldnāt have.
GRIM REAPER: A.. .ar. o. ..e .ervi.., M.. .ill...
TYRONE: Drinks, hula zombies, a lei, my bag already packedā¦ This is just about
perfect.
GRIM REAPER: ā.us. a.ou.ā?
TYRONE: Well, Iām going to miss my husband.
MATTHIAS: Then donāt go! Please, Mr. Reaper, let me plead for him! I just have to
move the bed; canāt you wait?
GRIM REAPER: .orr.. I.. on a schā¦l. .er..
TYRONE: Hey, Matt, Hobbes gave you your skin back, huh? Thatās great. Itās a miracle!
MATTHIAS: I donāt want it back! Not if it means that you have to die!
TYRONE: Sorry, Matt. I love youā¦
6. Tyrone Miller, ageā¦ old. Rebuilds mess with records, yāknow? Ty was my first natural
redhead, which came as a complete shock, since the recessive genes came from a
married-in dormie and a married-in townie, neither of whom expressed red. Tyrone was a
Knowledge Sim, with definite Family tendencies. He was attracted to unavailableness
rather than gender, so of course he ended up having three bolts with a monk. (Er, in a
manner of speaking. The Brothers arenāt actually monks, but most people canāt tell the
difference.) Ty shocked me again by being only my second natural male abduction in
four-plus years of playing.
Goodbye, Tyger. You will be much missed.
8. Life, goes on, though, and the first yearās tuition was already paid, so Dante and
Charlotte went off to college.
You can read more about them next time, in the college chapter.
Eddie is too young for college yet, and he spent his time making friends. Eddie is Nice,
and so makes friends easily.
9. But maybe he shouldnāt agree to games of Punch-You-Punch-Me with the Mean ones.
Moving right alongā¦
10. Sarah Jane has a new outfit. Itās still in her preferred color of green, but it doesnāt make
her look as washed out as the other one did.
I think it may be the same outfit Timās mother chose after she became an Elder, but never
mind.
11. And speaking of Tim, he accepted a guest lecturer position at Sim State for one semester.
Heās giving a class called āConsequentialism, Deontology, and the Aretaic Turn: Applied
Philosophy in Modern Life.ā
Iād explain what itās about, but I fell asleep during the first five minutes of the first
lecture, and itās only sheer luck that I didnāt snore.
12. Descartes has headed off to college, where he Grew Up into clothes that wereā¦ Well,
theyāre awesome, of course, because Descartes is wearing them. But theyāre maybe not
quite as awesome as his usual standard.
There will be a college chapter next time to provide your Recommended Daily
Allowance of Descartes, never fear.
13. This leaves his parents to their own devices.
SARAH JANE: So what do you want to do tonight?
TIMOTHY: I donāt know. What do you want to do?
SARAH JANE: I asked you first.
TIMOTHY: Well, I asked you second. So there.
SARAH JANE: Oh, fine. You know Descartes is out of the house now, right?
TIMOTHY: Right.
SARAH JANE: So that opens up a whole new range ofā¦ interesting possibilities,
doesnāt it?
TIMOTHY: Now that you mention it, yes, it does.
Iām sure you can figure out what they found to do. Moving right alongā¦
14. SIMON: Are you having a good time with Sally, Oliver?
OLIVER: I dunno. She doesnāt do anything.
SIMON: Sheās a baby. They usually donāt.
OLIVER: But sheās an alien. Sheās supposed to have special powers. Like ā like mind
reading. Or mind control. Or, or moving things with her mind, maybe. Or teleportation or
ā
SIMON: Aliens are actually pretty ordinary, kiddo. And even if they werenāt, sheās still a
baby. Give her time.
OLIVER (disappointedly): I just think she should be able to do more than just poop in her
diaper and suck her thumb.
15. That changed, eventually.
LUCY: Hi, sweetie. How was your day?
OLIVER: Oh, it was great! Dad taught Sally how to talk, only sheās not very good at it
yet, but she keeps singing while sheās playing the xylophone only I donāt understand
what sheās singing. (confidentially) I think sheās singing in Japanese. I think sheās a child
progidy.
LUCY: You mean prodigy?
OLIVER: Yeah, like a genius. Sheās going to be internationally famous. And Iām going
to be her manager.
LUCY (amused): Are you now?
16. I donāt know if Sallyās a prodigy or not, although she does spend a lot of time with her
toy xylophone. She also spends a lot of time with her Uncle Cillian.
Cillian desperately wants children ā heās locked the Want all by himself. Unfortunately,
Anne canāt have any kids, and Cillian does not consider adoption a viable option. Now, I
know there are some Simmers who would turn this situation in something worthy of a
soap opera. Cillian just spends a lot of time with his niece.
If he werenāt almost out of his fertile period, heād be spending a lot of time with the
telescope, too.
17. Permaplat Jasmine can barely get near her daughterās husbandās alien baby to make
Smart Milk for her. (Why not take advantage of the permaplat person in the house? It
happens rarely enough in my game.) Jasmineās husband is gone, sheās topped her career,
her daughters are busy with their husbands, their husbands are busy with Sally, and
Oliverās in school for a good portion of the day. What is she supposed to do all day?
Meet Rudy the Cockatoo. Weāll see how long I can keep him alive.
18. At the Littledragon (formerly Couderc) household, this has become a common sight.
Perry and Amy go on Dream Dates every day, and they often end up here.
Unfortunately, Iām sure you can guess why.
19. GRIM REAPER: M.. .itt..drag.n?
HARKON: Oh no you donāt. I finished a Dream Date with my wife not even three hours
ago, so if there are no hula zombies, donāt even think about it.
20. GRIM REAPER: .u.. .y liā¦e .oke, M.. Liā¦edrag... ā .irl.?
(Hula music starts up)
GRIM REAPER: .ave a ..ink, .r. .ittlā¦ago.?
HARKON: Now thatās more like it!
21. Perry (Standin) Littledragon, age uncertain because of the rebuild. Perry was originally
created for the express purpose of having a picture taken, so that my Dungeons &
Dragons group would know what my character looked like. (I play cross-gender.) Perry
was not supposed to interact with anyone or in any way affect the āhood. That plan didnāt
last very long. Perry took a job raking leaves for his neighbors, including first girlfriend
Jasmine Scott (pictured). They eventually broke up amiably, and married siblings:
Perryās wifeās brother became Jasmineās husband. Jasmine was instrumental in pushing
the zero-Outgoing-points Perry to actually declare himself to Amethyst and remained a
good friend of the family. Perry lived a very happy life, although he would definitely
have preferred moar baybeez.
Goodbye, Perry. Iāll miss you.
22. Perry did not live to see the arrival of his second grandchild, a seemingly pleasant little
girl. But alas, there was a terrible terrible problem with this child.
About four or five fulfilled Wants into her first day in the family, she rolled the Want to
become friends with herself. As I am sure you know, that is a sure sign of imminent and
inevitable āhood āsplodiness.
But I just rebuilt this āhood! I havenāt played but five days out of the whole thing! (A
single rotation is 24 days total ā three per each of eight households.) This is NOT FAIR!
So I sat down and figured out that I had done, or at least might have done, five things that
could potentially mess the āhood up big time. One of them was absolutely unavoidable,
one unfixable without another complete rebuild, and three didnāt have to be problems at
all as long as I restored from my nice clean immediately-post-rebuild backup and
remembered not to do anything stupid.
23. And after some cussing, I started over. Everything happened again: calling the agency,
dream dates, hula zombies, and a new family member.
24. This family member is named Amy ā thatās the third Amy Iāve had in my game, if youāre
keeping track ā and except for the facial template, sheās a clone of Samantha. Personality,
coloring, you name it and they match. Despite which, Sam started out with a -4/32
relationship with her new sister, which Iāve never seen before.
I fulfilled Amyās every whim for two days straight and she didnāt roll any Wants to
become friends with herself, so I think Iām okay. She might be hopelessly spoiled,
though.
25. You know who isnāt hopelessly spoiled? Trixie. (No, I will never get the hang of segues.
And Iāve never claimed to be a good writer.)
TIRTHA: Oh, donāt mind me, Trixie. Iāll just clean up your plate for you.
TRIXIE: huff Thanks puff.
TIRTHA: Because, you know, youāre apparently constitutionally incapable of cleaning
up yourself.
TRIXIE: Up huff yours puff. I wanna huff promotion.
Thereās actually an odd glitch in this household. Whoever sits in the dining chair nearest
the door becomes unable to Clean Up anything until the next time they have a meal.
Anyway, the point of this was to show that Trixieās pretty driven. Letās find out why.
26. TRIXIE: Whatās wrong with me?
Nothing.
TRIXIE: Am I not pretty enough?
Youāre very pretty. And you have beautiful eyes.
TRIXIE: Then why didnāt Kacper show up?
Umā¦
TRIXIE: And why, when I dial his number, doesn't it work? I have to dial it from
memory, because it vanished from my phone like it was never even there.
Umā¦
TRIXIE: Somethingās going on, and Iām going to figure out what.
27. At a dance club.
TRIXIE: Shut it. (to bartender) Hi, Iāll take a Fuzzy Navel, please. And Iām looking for
someone. You must see a lot of folks come through here, right?
BARTENDER: Tons. But I donāt remember most of them.
TRIXIE: How about a redheaded dead guy in a cape? Goes by āKacperā?
BARTENDER: Sorry, not ringing any bells. Whatās he drink?
TRIXIE: ā¦I donāt know.
BARTENDER: Canāt help you, then. But try asking Abhijeet over there. He knows
everybody.
TRIXIE: Thanks. (slides a twenty across the bar) Keep the change.
28. TRIXIE: Hi. Do you know a redheaded dead guy in a cape? Goes by āKacperā?
ABHIJEET PHILLIPS: Kacper, Kacperā¦ Nope. Sorry.
TRIXIE: (snorts derisively) And the bartender said you knew everybody. (mostly to
herself) What happened to him? People donāt just vanish off the face of the earth.
ABHIJEET: Are you sure youāre not remembering someone from a past life?
TRIXIE: Pardon?
ABHIJEET: A past life. I remember mine. Like, there was this one time I got myself
turned into a vampire for love. After I remembered that, I spent a week looking for Kate.
(helpfully) That was the woman I loved.*
TRIXIE: Thereās no such thing as past lives. And anyway, I saw him three weeks ago. Or
four. Maybe five and a half. Okay, Iām not sure when. But Iāve seen him. Recently.
ABHIJEET (knowingly): Ah-huh.
Letās go check in now with the last family on the list, that of Mifune Sanders, Goopy
GilsCarbo devotee.
You will want to go put on sunglasses before you look at the next picture.
*A reference to Romancing the Apocalypse by lorinsv60, which can be found in the āApocalypse Storiesā
forum over at Boolprop. Highly recommended.
29. I did warn you. Itās your own fault you didnāt go put on sunglasses like I told you.
Just be glad I didnāt include a shot with the antlers. (On the wall over the bed, if you must
know.)
30. Louiseās room is not necessarily all that much better.
SAMANTHA: Come on, Lou. Like this. Sat-a-gee, sat-a-gee, huhn, huhn, clap, Thrillah!
LOUISE: Umā¦ Maybe we should stop. I keep getting lost.
SAMANTHA: Thatās why weāre practicing, right? So letās try it again, from the top. Sat-
a-gee, sat-a-geeā¦
Louise is practicing everything she thinks sheāll need for college.
31. Literally.
LOUISE: Hi Dad. What are you having? That looks good.
MIFUNE: You think so?
LOUISE: Yeah. You and Mom have those every day, donāt you? You must like them a
lot. Iāve always wondered how they were.
MIFUNE: (pours her a drink) Go on, then. Have a taste.
LOUISE (dubiously): Okay. (makes a face) Blech. That is disgusting! People really drink
that voluntarily?
MIFUNE: All the time in college. You should learn to drink responsibly before you
leave.
LOUISE: Is that legal? I mean, Iām underage.
MIFUNE: I can give my daughter a drink in my own home. Just donāt go getting
plastered.
LOUISE: No worries! That stuff is nasty. I canāt believe I ever thought it looked like fun.
32. (Incidentally, Samanthaās been doing the same kind of preparation for college. Normally,
Iād use Ricky Cormier for this kind of aspiration fodder, but since I rebuilt with an empty
āhood, he no longer exists. Which means that this luckless, random townie boy whose
name I didnāt even bother to write down gets to be aspiration fodder instead.)
33. Myrna is not interested in learning grown up college skills. Sheād rather teach the dog
new tricks.
MYRNA: Come here, Venus! Come here, girl! Good girl! Good doggie!
34. Sheād also like to talk to a Certain Someone, but thatās proving quite difficult.
MYRNA: Really? Do you know when he will be available, then?
MYRNA: Well, could you take a message for me?
MYRNA: Just tell him Myrna called. Myrna Sanders. My number is 239-555-1240.
MYRNA: Okay. Thanks. (hangs up with a sigh, then, to herself) Heās never going to be
home when I call, is he?
Who is āheā? Why is he never home? The answers probably definitely wonāt be revealed
in the next chapter, but I hope youāll join me anyway.
35. Saying that Trixie has beautiful eyes wasnāt just a throwaway compliment. I made them
myself and gave her my alien eyes during the rebuild instead of giving her the Eaxis ones.
I think they look pretty similar, if you donāt look too closely, and theyāll be passed on
independent of skintone.
Yes, I know thereās a hack out there that uncouples the two, but I believe I may have
mentioned that I have a teeny weeny phobia about hacks, downloads, and custom
content? At any rate, I donāt use it.
Until next time, Happy Simming!
**********
The Grim Reaperās lines, in order:
All part of the service, Mr. Miller.
āJust aboutā?
Sorry. Iām on a schedule here.
Mr. Littledragon?
Just my little joke, Mr. Littledragon. ā Girls?
Have a drink, Mr. Littledragon?