Wilma had collected everything except eight pink diamonds – she didn’t even have ONE, after all that collecting! And there proved to be a bug in the game which stopped the clock whenever she tried to invite Lea Dutiel over to get married.
Frustrated, I decided to wipe the slate clean and start the next challenge. I picked an asylum challenge, which is where you pack eight Sims into a single house, but are only allowed to control one. The rules are very particular!
First I used the birthday cakes to age Ferris Wheel up to Young Adult. Then I kicked everyone else out of the house.
I wanted to preserve the house and its contents for later. So I locked the door to all Sims, and built a separate facility in the back yard. I gave it stone floors and security windows, and painted the walls a nice institutional green.
Most entertainments, plus the kitchen, are on the first floor.
With the beds, the grand piano, and the bathrooms upstairs.
(That object in the front yard is an F15 Hunter-Killer, which was the last item Wilma had to purchase for the Crazy 8s challenge. I liked it too much to sell it when she left. But I see that I forgot to get a real picture of it. Sorry!)
Next, I created seven other Sims and moved them in. We have Raindog.
And the twins, Romeo and Anastasia, named after Roger’s short-lived sea monkeys on American Dad.
The first thing I did was start Ferris Wheel on his writing career. His Lifetime Wish is to earn §4,000 a week in royalties. Once his Lifetime Wish is fulfilled, he can leave the facility. So let’s get cracking!
Speaking of writing, look how grand the Bridgeview book store is!
And speaking of Bridgeview, here’s a view of the city on most days.
But every once in a while, you get a super foggy/cloudy day, for no real reason!
Anyway, back to the game. I had given Cesar the “Neat” trait, which proved handy. He’s really good about doing everyone’s laundry.
When he’s tired of writing, or someone else is hogging the computer, I had Ferris Wheel practice martial arts. He became a black belt in no time flat!
It’s kind of fun to just watch all the other Sims do their thing without having to interfere. You’re not even allowed to click on them to check their mood. But you can often tell what they’re thinking about.
“Wah, I’m so tired, but I’m not going to bed, even though there are three empty beds right there!”
In fact, the rules specify only five beds and one nappable object. So nighttime is kind of a game of chance. On this night, Lichen Planus got stuck with the couch.
And Romeo got… nothing.
As the caretaker, Ferris Wheel found himself spending a lot of time fixing broken appliances and bathroom fixtures. While everyone else stands around being useless.
It’s also his job to call the fire department when SOME IDIOT PUTS FOOD IN THE STOVE AND WALKS AWAY.
There’s a fire! Quick, everybody panic!
I actually thought that Lichen Planus was a goner. He burned so long that he dropped to a fetal crouch on the floor, which is usually the last step before they die.
But both he and KQLV escaped with just some charring.
Leaving Ferris Wheel to replace the appliances and mop the scorch marks off the floor, of course!
I gave Marion the “Artistic” trait, and she has kept herself busy at the easel. I’m glad she’s in the habit of finishing paintings – she has finished almost a dozen so far – a lot of Sims just leave unfinished paintings hogging up the easel forever.
Although the facility is fenced, and I locked the gate, I had to unlock it for something at one point. And we had an escapee!
Fortunately, Anastasia just wandered around the yard cleaning up the old newspapers. She returned to the facility on her own a few minutes later.