Just a short play in Aurora Skies again.
First of all, I think I messed up one of Hank's investigations. He was suppose to check fingerprints in a house where a theft allegedly took place. No one was home and I only got the option to break in. Hmm.
Hank: I'm not feeling so good about this break in thing. Got a hunch I shouldn't be doing this.
Me: Well, you can't dust for prints if you don't get in. Hurry it up and knock off the whining!
Hank: I should go home!
(He kept putting Go Home in his queue the whole time we were doing this. I kept cancelling it.)
Me: Stop being a ninny! I'll keep a look out. Don't worry.
(But I was getting nervous...kept zooming out to check the sidewalks.)
Hank: The kitten saw me!
Me: What? You think the cat's going to squeal?
Hank: She might!
Me: The magnifying glass says to take something for evidence.
Hank: That can't be right! I'm telling you, I should get the heck out of here!
Me: Take something!
Hank: Hey! I'm no Klepto.
Me: It's easy. You can return it later for good karma.
Hank: ...(Looks nervously around) ...I got a lamp! Let's go now.
Me: It still says to take evidence. Get something else.
Hank: But I'm suppose to be dusting for prints.
Me: Well, I've looked all around and I don't see any place to do that! Take something else!
Hank: Grrr...Here's a picture. ...You satisfied?
Me: Huh. It still says to take something ...
Hank: NO! That's it!
(Hank grabbed those two items for "evidence." And I'm starting to agree with Hank. This isn't going to plan.)
Me: I think you're right. You should leave. We'll come back to check for prints when someone's home to let you in.
Hank: I TOLD you! You don't investigate a theft by stealing stuff! I'm out of here!
(But then the cat kept breaking Hank's Go Home action to sniff and mark him.)
Me: Make nice with the cat, Hank. You never know. Maybe she WILL squeal...uh, meow.
Hank: Here, kitty kitty...nice little Honey Cat. You wouldn't tell on a good guy like me, would you?
Honey: Meeooww!!
I finally got Hank home without an issue and he returned the lamp and picture first thing. Next up. A forced visit from a paparazzi. I wanted to check out what the peashooter would do to one.
Hank: You're in kind of a criminal mood today. I think you've spent too much time with that mobster household!
Me: Not so! I haven't worked with Clyde and Roy in a long time.
Hank: Well, just remember who you're working with now. Beth would not be happy if she found out I stole stuff today!
I used NRaas to select a paparazzi sim and have him visit. When he got on the lot, there was still only the one Attack option on the peashooter for zombies. But it pulled up a list of sims on the lot. I chose the newshound, of course. He headed straight into peashooter attack range. And he looked happy to be chosen.
The guy automatically turned into a zombie!
And the peashooter kept throwing peas at him until he dropped to the ground. He slept for two seconds, then got up cured.
He then left immediately, forgetting all about his visit. And he didn't look so happy anymore.
Me: Ok, Hank. I'm going to be a nice Player now. Why don't you take Beth up in the balloon. You two haven't tried all its special options yet.
Hank: You mean...
Me: Yah.
Hank: BETH!! Come for a ride with me!
They hid under the blanket while the fuel fired and hearts flew!
The two were very pleased with themselves--and with the balloon.
Hank: I like this balloon.
Me: Yah, well...we kind of stole it too, from the park.
Beth: Borrowed it. We just borrowed the balloon. It will be returned soon.
Hank: For good karma.
Me: Riiight.
Beth was invited to a party, so they took the balloon to get there.
Beth: Hank! I think we're stuck in the trees!
Hank: Hang on to the basket, hon. I'll just rock us loose. (shakes the balloon ropes vigorously)
Beth: Haaannk!
They were greeted by the loud wails of a hungry toddler sitting in the snow without a snowsuit. No telling how long she'd been there.
Hank: Good lord! What is that ghastly noise?
Beth: Ahh, poor little thing!
Beth automatically changed the little girl into warmer clothes, but I told her to take the toddler inside.
The little girl's father was dancing with Not-The-Mama. I don't know where The Mama was, maybe working. And it turns out there were two toddlers. A little boy was inside. A brother.
Beth: Here sweetie.
Beth spent most of the party taking care of the neglected toddlers. Hank talked with Gunnar of Hot Dog fame. He didn't have any options to help with the kids.
Once the kids were fed, Beth changed a dirty diaper while the dad danced on. Then she put them to bed because they started crying from being tired. The toddlers fell right asleep. As Beth headed back downstairs, she got a wish to propose marriage to Hank! Does she know he has a wish to propose to her too?
Beth and Hank managed to get in one dance, then it was time to go. But as they left, I noticed the wild horses were in an empty lot across the street. And they too had hunger thoughts. So I used household funds to build and buy on the lot.
I placed some pet items because I don't think I'd done that yet in this world. I usually have something out for strays and neglected townie pets. And the Northern Lights were up. It was actually Spring, but it had snowed again, still looked like Winter.
I think the horses liked the improved lot. It was time to call it a day.
Hank and Beth took the balloon home, ate a late night snack, and fell into bed.
Beth: Do you like children, Hank?
Hank: Mmm. I guess. Never been around any really.
Beth: I grew up with an imaginary friend who was a sister to me. And I had two younger sisters too. Twins. And Mom and Dad now have a little boy, an alien. ...I like kids.
Hank: Uh. Ok. ...??
First of all, I think I messed up one of Hank's investigations. He was suppose to check fingerprints in a house where a theft allegedly took place. No one was home and I only got the option to break in. Hmm.
Hank: I'm not feeling so good about this break in thing. Got a hunch I shouldn't be doing this.
Me: Well, you can't dust for prints if you don't get in. Hurry it up and knock off the whining!
Hank: I should go home!
(He kept putting Go Home in his queue the whole time we were doing this. I kept cancelling it.)
Me: Stop being a ninny! I'll keep a look out. Don't worry.
(But I was getting nervous...kept zooming out to check the sidewalks.)
Me: What? You think the cat's going to squeal?
Hank: She might!
Me: The magnifying glass says to take something for evidence.
Hank: That can't be right! I'm telling you, I should get the heck out of here!
Hank: Hey! I'm no Klepto.
Me: It's easy. You can return it later for good karma.
Hank: ...(Looks nervously around) ...I got a lamp! Let's go now.
Me: It still says to take evidence. Get something else.
Hank: But I'm suppose to be dusting for prints.
Me: Well, I've looked all around and I don't see any place to do that! Take something else!
Hank: Grrr...Here's a picture. ...You satisfied?
Me: Huh. It still says to take something ...
Hank: NO! That's it!
Me: I think you're right. You should leave. We'll come back to check for prints when someone's home to let you in.
Hank: I TOLD you! You don't investigate a theft by stealing stuff! I'm out of here!
(But then the cat kept breaking Hank's Go Home action to sniff and mark him.)
Me: Make nice with the cat, Hank. You never know. Maybe she WILL squeal...uh, meow.
Hank: Here, kitty kitty...nice little Honey Cat. You wouldn't tell on a good guy like me, would you?
Honey: Meeooww!!
Hank: You're in kind of a criminal mood today. I think you've spent too much time with that mobster household!
Me: Not so! I haven't worked with Clyde and Roy in a long time.
Hank: Well, just remember who you're working with now. Beth would not be happy if she found out I stole stuff today!
I used NRaas to select a paparazzi sim and have him visit. When he got on the lot, there was still only the one Attack option on the peashooter for zombies. But it pulled up a list of sims on the lot. I chose the newshound, of course. He headed straight into peashooter attack range. And he looked happy to be chosen.
Hank: You mean...
Me: Yah.
Hank: BETH!! Come for a ride with me!
Hank: I like this balloon.
Me: Yah, well...we kind of stole it too, from the park.
Beth: Borrowed it. We just borrowed the balloon. It will be returned soon.
Hank: For good karma.
Me: Riiight.
Beth: Hank! I think we're stuck in the trees!
Hank: Hang on to the basket, hon. I'll just rock us loose. (shakes the balloon ropes vigorously)
Beth: Haaannk!
Hank: Good lord! What is that ghastly noise?
Beth: Ahh, poor little thing!
I placed some pet items because I don't think I'd done that yet in this world. I usually have something out for strays and neglected townie pets. And the Northern Lights were up. It was actually Spring, but it had snowed again, still looked like Winter.
Beth: Do you like children, Hank?
Hank: Mmm. I guess. Never been around any really.
Beth: I grew up with an imaginary friend who was a sister to me. And I had two younger sisters too. Twins. And Mom and Dad now have a little boy, an alien. ...I like kids.
Hank: Uh. Ok. ...??
