Going Sim-where?
I've introduced Vidcund Curious before. He's one of the many in-game characters created to populate this neighborhood. Vidcund has a ... well, curious habit of running into my house and trying to start a fight with one of the Badboys. Besides threatening Endy here, he also tried to get after Log while he was having his bout with the koo-koos after the kitchen fire. That just doesn't fly. It's time to have a little chat with Mr. Curious.
So Endy calls himself a cab ...
... and heads out to pay a visit to the Curious household.
Crap.
Well, while I'm out, might as well go to the spa. There are a handful of community lots in each neighborhood, and you can send one or more of your Sims to visit them. I feel guilty just letting Endy go by himself, but it's too late to backtrack and pile more people into the cab.
Ah, this is the life. Relaxing poolside, no irritating roommates, no girls giving me the brushoff. But I came out with a purpose. Guess it wouldn't kill me to look for Vidcund around here.
Not in the dining area....
Not walking by outside....
Well, well. Look who it is. I thought he was supposed to be at work.
Endymion: "Hey, X, mah bruthah, how's it goin'? You gon' have my muhfuggin' rent check?"
Endy thinks the little girl outside might have some idea about Vidcund's whereabouts. But she's clearly disturbed as he details his plans of a nighttime assault on the Curious house and takes off. Damn kids. They're not good for anything these days.
Well, waste not, want not. You're at the spa, it's got a huge pool, might as well enjoy it.
That is, if Endy weren't such a huge pussy about going off the diving board.
B-fly has chosen to pay a little visit to the spa as well. Still working on his romance programming, Endy feels the need to compliment her on how her monkey shirt accentuates her fine body. Down, boy.
On the other hand, this girl knows the right buttons to push when having a conversation with a Bad Boy or Girl of Computer Science.
Since there's no sign of Vidcund anywhere at the spa today, and Endy's not in the right frame of mind to enjoy the sauna (not helping is the fact I sent him out for revenge on an hour's sleep on the couch), I go ahead and call a cab to take him home.
But who should walk up as Endy's waiting for the taxi to come? Lying sacks, all of them, saying they have a job and then relaxing in the pool all day. I guess as long as they can pay the rent, I don't care.
Like the girl said, there's no place like home.
Posted by Endymion at February 27, 2005 11:20 PM
What, so they can show up at our houses, but we can't retaliate? What if they steal stuff from us? Why can't we sneak into their houses and steal stuff of equal or greater value?
Also, I demand a garden gnome.
=p
Posted by: Streon at February 28, 2005 08:47 AM