We begin with the birth of Fern’s baby boy. It was a home birth, in the dining room. I named him Girbitz, Jr. Aww, look! He has her hair AND skin tone!
But he inherited vampirism from his father. (I can tell by the red border around his thumbnail on the family panel.) Making a mental note to fix that once he’s old enough.
Once mother and son recovered, I sent them next door to introduce little baby Girbitz Jr to his father. (Oh those out-of-wedlock babies! So sad.)(Don’t feel too bad for Fern. They have §2.4 million in the bank at this point, and their overall net worth is much higher.)
Instead, we encountered Fern’s nemesis, Girbitz’s original girlfriend.
Before they could mix it up, I noticed that it was late enough for a unicorn to have appeared. (They only show up after 8PM.) I’ve been meaning to check out this town’s unicorn. I hustled Fern and Girbitz Jr to the park, where they met Sable.
Too bad… I was hoping for a white unicorn this time. And why he’s thinking about money is a mystery to all.
Here’s a funny little thing, one of the nice touches I love discovering in the game. There are picnic baskets in the park that you can use. But if they sit uneaten for too long, they get a line of ants that marches back and forth, carrying little bits away.
“Goodbye, little Girbitz! Mama has to go back to work now!”
Girbitz Jr contrasts nicely with his crib, don’t you think?
And so: back to the Magician grind. I sent Fern off to a nearby SimFest. And who should be performing, but her sworn enemy!
We threw quite a lot of tomatoes that night.
Meanwhile back at home, Girbitz Jr grew up into a toddler. He has his mama’s silver eyes, too!
The SimFest was held at a night club I hadn’t visited before. When we left, Fern couldn’t stop thinking about the club’s proprietor, Brock Hollingsworth.
She also had a wish to “Learn Brock Hollingsworth’s sign.” Ooh la la!
The next night I sent her back to the club to meet Brock. When we arrived, the club was empty. Brock sat at the bar reading a book.
I love a reader! I’m starting to get a crush on this guy, myself.
Fern introduced herself. Brock was thinking about graveyards. And check out his R Patz hairstyle! Maybe he’s a fanboy. (Maybe that’s what he was reading!)
Fern fulfilled her wish by asking Brock his sign.
And look at those beautiful violet eyes! Swoon!
Fern was smitten, too. She had a cascade of romantic wishes involving Brock. Before long, they were making out behind the bar.
Then the night was over, the bar closed, and Brock changed back into his civilian clothes and ran away. But not before shooting her this suggestive eyebrow.
Back home, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
(Me, I would have been thinking about changing into a pair of sweatpants. Those leather mini shorts look like they must deliver a real Wedgie of Doom!)