Before we jump over to the story of Helvetica’s time at college, I just had to share this. So far, her father Jimmy has cooked exactly three meals. (None of them at my behest.) The first two meals, he set the kitchen on fire. The third meal was just GROSS.
When a Sim is fixing a meal, there are several points where if their action gets canceled, they just set the meal fixings down on the counter. Later they can come back and continue preparing the meal, or clean up the ingredients, or put them away in the fridge.
Apparently at some point Makoto had been preparing a meal of Lobster Thermidor, but was interrupted. He set down the fixings and – quite a while later – Jimmy wandered over and proceeded to finish cooking.
Okay, are you ready for this?
Rotten lobster! Delish!
Anyway, off to college with Helvetica. She has her father’s musical leanings, but she prefers the piano and the regular guitar.
I’m having a terrible problem with the rival mascot this time around. Our college mascot is the llama. He comes over and runs around singing the school cheer.
I hate that cheer, because it gets stuck in my head for hours. (Vooooh, gerbits!)
The rival mascot is the cow. He comes over and causes trouble. He picks fights with everyone, including the cafeteria staff.
Dude, seriously. She’s just trying to make pancakes. Lay off.
He even went into the girl’s bathroom to pick on Helvetica. (Which is weird, because I thought the gender-specific doors excluded men from the women’s restroom, but maybe the giant cow outfit with the udder throws off the door’s programming logic.)
He used a lighter to set off the sprinklers so often that I finally gave up and removed them. (Don’t worry – I replaced them with fire alarms.)
Another weird thing happened, and I’m not sure if I just didn’t understand what was going on, or if it was an actual glitch. Helvetica had done all her homework that semester, so she was on track to make the Dean’s List. Then a big snowstorm hit when she was leaving to sit for her final exam.
She would go outside, stand on the top step, then turn around and go back inside…
… where she would… err… wave at the fire alarm while thinking about the cheerleader. (???) I couldn’t get her out of the dorm, so she passed that semester with only a C+. Flarn!
At about this time, she developed chemistry with a fellow student whose haircut was out of date when the game was originally released (2004).
Even though she was head over heels, I couldn’t stand him. The problem is, he doesn’t like to do… stuff. When she asks him to play chess with her, he makes one move, then puts all the pieces away and walks off.
He similarly disliked playing pool, using the bubble blower (what kind of college student doesn’t like using the bubble blower?), and playing video games. When she tried to interest him in a game of kicky ball (Hackey Sack), he just walked away.
I think everyone has had a friend who dated a guy like this. Frankly, I’d had enough of him.
I sent her off to the community lots to mingle. She developed chemistry with another student, Robert Shaikh. He seemed far more pleasant, although his haircut was similarly out of date.
I even checked her likes/dislikes panel, but “lousy 90s haircut” wasn’t on there. (Her turn-ons are “full face makeup” [e.g. mimes] and “creativity.”)