Video clip of the week: Verich is electrocuted by that stereo, and taken away by Death.
Darn that stereo! They should stop trying to fix it, srsly.
Inspired by the fun I’ve been having with the Splines, once Verich kicked the bucket I decided that it was time for Wingdings to grow up and move out on her own.
The color schemes that come with furnished houses are just frightening! And yet, somehow evocative of the 1980s theme I had decided to develop for her.
Per which, I found a shirt-dress belted at the hips, and gave it a zebra print. I also dressed her in spike-heeled ankle boots, bangle bracelets, big circle earrings, and lots and lots of makeup. This gave me such joy!
My only sadness was in not finding a decent 1980s hairstyle. I started with giving her fuchsia hair…
But it was clashing with some of the other decor choices.
And even after I remodeled the kitchen, the fuchsia clashed with the pink scrubs she wore to work.
(I think of this as the Brett Easton Ellis kitchen. Blue tone-on-tone pinstripe, candy apple red accents, and butcher block counter tops. Look at that subtle, off-white coloring. Oh, and a decorative chainsaw.)
At about this time, Wingdings had one of those mysterious middle-of-the-night wishes to “Greet Pablo with Friendly Greeting.”
Who is Pablo? I do not know.
In her spare moments I sent her out on the town, looking for Pablo. She didn’t find him, although she often encountered her brother Wesley at the park.
Meanwhile she was going to need to get married eventually. So I also had her do the thing where I make them walk around asking everyone they meet if they are single.
This is Cortney. She and Wingdings hit it off moderately well, and even flirted autonomously (without my intervention). But after Wingdings left, she didn’t spare a thought for Cortney. I usually figure this means my Sim isn’t really all that into him-or-her.
Pool party! This was a desperate attempt to meet Pablo. Wingdings doesn’t know a Pablo, but perhaps one of her guests will bring him to the party?
No luck on the Pablo front. Everyone had a nice time, though. I didn’t drown any of them! It was a good day all around.
Then one night the doorbell rings. This is rare, a random Sim just walking up and ringing the bell. I was intrigued to find Cortney standing on Wingdings’ doorstep.
Wingdings was intrigued, too! She and Cortney flirted for a while in the entryway. Then Cortney pleaded hunger, and ran home. Annoying!
More annoying: forever after, whenever I have Wingdings call to invite her over, first she would say “Sure, I’ll be there soon.” Then a few seconds later she’d say “Sorry, something came up, I can’t.”
I don’t know what the deal is with that. I even used “resetsim,” but she’s still refusing to come over. WHATEVER DRAMA QUEEN CALL HER WHEN YOU GIVE A DAMN.
Wingdings was too busy to really care much. I put her on the medical track, having given her a Lifetime Wish to hit level 10 Medical. She spent a lot of time studying, and working.
And even on her off hours, she would find herself attending to medical emergencies. Like this dude, who apparently was suddenly inflicted with a wicked tummy ache one evening as Wingdings cruised the park looking for Pablo.
(Note: I just realized it looks like he’s pooped something out. That’s actually a collectible seed lying on the ground behind him.)
She scanned him with a variety of devices she pulled out of her pocket.
And finally prescribed a GIANT pill.
(He took it orally, in case you were wondering.)
And then she went home and studied some more.
I spent a lot of time contemplating her decor while she was working or studying. I call her bedroom decor “Laura Ashley Mauve.”
And then – miracle of miracles – she hit Level 10 AND I was fast enough with the C key to catch her getting her Lifetime Wish reward!
After she had climbed to the top of her career – World Renowned Surgeon – and her lifetime wish had been fulfilled, she went home and just… stared out the window.
Maybe she’s thinking, “What profiteth a Sim if she gains the whole world but still cannot find Pablo?”
* I just totally spent like half an hour on YouTube, basically listening to that entire album, one illegal video at a time. An excellent use of an afternoon.
Most people think of Men At Work when they think of the 80s. But this revisionist history conveniently overlooks our mawkish adoration of Colin James Hay’s 1987 solo album.