It’s a girl! ...which is kind of a shame, because Jake is Family-Oriented and had a wish to have a boy. But that’s the way the egg fertilizes, and I think she’ll be cute later on (because I peeked).
No pink hair, but Enya’s purple eyes continue to crush all competing eye colors out of existence. (Jake’s are blue-green, I think, and Yuri’s were brown, but I’m betting those never make an appearance.)
Violet will be the generation oasislandingresident has started with, Mercury. I am looking so forward to that one!
Violet was putting the finishing touches on her latest mystery novel, The Integer Overflow Murders, when the camera jerked suddenly up, away, and across town to let me know that some jackass stylist had gone and set himself on fire.
I don't know why that's any of Violet's business nor any of mine, but okay. Fine! Violet, dear, would you mind driving across town to extinguish the stylist? None of the three other people currently on the scene seem capable of it.
Hmm, Val should be in school right now. Velma and Vivienne are! That's why they aren't standing around doing the Interpretive Fire Dance of Distressed Sims. Way to parent, Jake and Wilona.
--oh, finally. She's here! There's Violet on the left, see, and there's the roasty-toasty stylist on the far right.
Violet does not seem to be in any haste at all.
This is exactly the pace, stance, and facial expression of a cocktail party hostess en route to greet new arrivals.
Violet's nonchalance vanished as soon as she got close enough to realize that holy hell, that's fire! She then commenced the Interpretive Fire Dance of Distressed Sims, interrupted only by my continual attempts to send her back home. She couldn't even click on "Put Out Sim" anymore; she couldn't click on the victim to interact with him at all anymore, so I gave him up for dead.
That's when the real hero appeared: The Tattoo Artist. Maybe she figured that having only a Tattoo Artist in a place that offers both tattooing and styling could be bad for business, or maybe she wanted to finish up with a customer first, before dealing with that whole dude-on-fire thing. She whipped out the fire extinguisher and generously sprayed the stylist with it, then marched directly back into the shop.
Unfortunately, this did not put him out entirely. It isn't visible here, but he still had a small patch on his backside on fire.
I appreciate the local neat freak doing what he can to clean up.
The stylist may have still been aflame, but everyone else on the lot was by now over it.
And Violet had finally heeded my directions to go home. Rather than wait for The Burning Bum to become a raging conflagration again, I reset him.
I still have no idea how he started the blaze to begin with, other than maybe it had to do with the candles on the tables? Who knows. It made for an exciting first day in town for Violet, but excitement is generally not what Neurotic Bookworm Sims are looking for. It was a lot for a young woman raised in the islands to cope with.
She checked all the sinks once she got home. Then she had a little freakout and, once tranquil again, went upstairs to finish her book.
Violet graduated with honors, was class valedictorian, and was voted Most Likely to Have a Big Family, which I suspect she resented. Past performance is no indicator of future returns!
The celebration quickly fell apart when everyone exited via a different door,
which allowed Violet to sneak home (she hates the outdoors, remember?) as I tried in vain to form a group out of these numbskulls. Jake first formed a group with Wilona; then I had the kids ask to join. This went fine when son Val joined, but when Velma joined, Wilona the loner immediately bailed on the grounds that the group now contained "too many people."
YOU are half the source of the too many people, Wilona! God!
All right, to hell with Wilona then. I had long ago placed a fishing hole next to city hall, so I was not surprised when she wandered over to it and began fishing in her formalwear.
Well, no matter. The rest of the family will just go on without--oops, without Wilona and without Velma, actually, because Velma got spicy with her dad due to her having awakened that morning with a mood swing. She accused her father of having "some issues" and checked out.
No problem, Velma; you can just stick around City Hall and chat up random strangers. Doesn't that sound fun?
...maybe for her it was fun.
By this time, Violet was halfway home. I finally got her grouped up with the remainder of the family and sent them all for a nice dinner out. Then they went to see the Facekicker movie; everyone loved it except Vivienne. Yawn.
But congratulations, Violet. You made it!
You're doubtless sick of the whole big-family scene, but how would you feel about taking your sisters along with you when you move out? Just putting that out there. Please don't rule it out right away. Think on it first! Just consider it.
