Following the epic birthday party / wake event, I finally got Poker and Canasta moved out. They moved in with Heriberto Coronado, Canasta’s beau, and from now on I don’t need to worry about them anymore. I do keep running into them here and there, but that’s normal and welcome.
There were many tearful farewells and promises to call Mom every day…
Meanwhile, Stacey enjoyed her space-woohoo so much she refused to change out of her spacesuit for days, and then she talked Baccarat into eloping the second they went on a date away from the house (and Elise’s stern gaze). They celebrated Stacey moving in with the family by following the tradition of woohooing in his parents’ bed. I’m still not sure what makes it so attractive…
Slapjack found his young lady again (yay!) and asked her over to the house. Things went swimmingly up until the first kiss, and then he discovered she’s noncommittal, mostly because she suddenly decided she just wasn’t that into him. He hasn’t given up yet, but I can tell you from experience that noncommital Sims are a major pain in the backside when it comes to anything beyond flirting; might as well call it ‘hard to get’ and be done with it.
First, this guy, with the same expression I’d be wearing if the Grim Reaper were following me down the street.
Second, it turned out that Mr. Reaper was simply heading to the gym himself. I guess that svelte figure doesn’t look after itself.
Finally, I fell to my usual curse of altoholism and decided to start a legacy where I try to be as uncontrolling as possible, which is not an easy goal for me. I therefore made Liberty von Frei, a feisty young lady who, as it turns out, bears a startling resemblance to the Joker. Or maybe it’s just me? That guy should be looking a lot more scared, though as of the end of the first quick play-session, Liberty is either bi, gay, or just a total narcissist (having got it on with 2 people and currently preferring the young lady who is also called ‘Liberty’). Not sure I’ll keep playing her, but it was entertaining.