1. Howdy hi! (waves enthusiastically) Welcome back to The Jack
Point Home for Pedestrian Playables, a Residential Facility for
People with Psychological Differences Challenge!
Our playable, Leila Shankel, wants to become a fairy, or at least to
have fairy wings surgically implanted. Since this costs a lot of
money, she is currently working two jobs and saving up. Leila
made Executive last time, and things are progressing nicely with
her boyfriend Abhijeet. One inm -- er, resident has died, and two
more are now enemies.
Which I believe is all you need to know to be able to follow along!

2. Although the asy -- residential facility is now officially haunted,
Jay seems to be pretty mellow this rotation, content to float around
and to haunt random objects. I did install a few hacks and fixes
from Cyjon, including one that influences ghosts, but I don’t think
that Jay’s personality was such that it would make him not scare
anyone.
Of course, since I couldn’t look at his stats, I have no way of
knowing if that is actually true. Do you think I should pull that
segment of the hack?

3. On the first day of this rotation, things
functioned fairly well. I mean, Milton did his
level best to kill himself by attempting to rake
all the leaves on the lot before having
something to eat, but he didn’t succeed. And
everyone seemed to be getting along very
nicely.

4. Sure, there were occasional hiccups -- when
are there not? -- but on the whole, everything
went smoothly.

5. Leila even managed to get in some Creativity skill building, and
she slept in her own bed for once.

6. The second day didn’t start off as well.
Slapfests?
Check.
Stink clouds?
Check.
Embarrassing underpants?
Check.
Hungry Sims?
Check.

7. Completely inappropriate reactions to motive
problems?
Check.
Pokefests?
Check.
Yowling cats?
Check.
Actually, speaking of cats, that little bit of
Flutterby you can see behind Ivanova there is very
significant. Observe…

8. Flutterby can’t get off the counter because there is a half-prepared
meal on the floor in front of it.
Nobody can pick up the meal to finish preparing it because
Flutterby is on the counter where it would need to be prepared.
And naturally nobody can take out a meal that requires no cooking,
such as an instant meal.

9. Leila came home with a promotion, and instantly got on the most
important problem facing the household.
LEILA: Yes, I’d like to order a pizza, please. And hurry! It’s a
matter of life and death.

10. Leila then cleaned up the unfinished meal so that Flutterby could
get down and run to her food bowl, but too late, too late!

11. The other, ah, residents were devastated by the
loss of Flutterby. (Milton even ran out into the
back yard to have a nice private cry.)
Well, most of them were devastated, anyway.
IVANONA: Interesting! Such attachment to a
selfish, imperfectly domesticated quadruped with
a distinct tendency to york up hairballs in the least
convenient places! I suspect that this is either
projection or some form of displacement activity.
(ponders) Although I suppose it could be
dissociative in nature instead…
I have decided to score Flutterby’s removal as a
death, and to remove one bed and one seat.

12. The pizza showed up as the Animal Control car
containing Flutterby was driving off. Leila
accepted the pizza at once, so that nobody would
starve to death.
Of course, that was the point when all the
residents realized that I have several custom meals
installed that require no cooking and no prep.
Of course it was. (cries)

13. Leila being in as much need of an aspiration boost as I was at that
point, she invited Abhijeet over.
And promptly attempted to start a flu epidemic. As of this writing,
I’ve been too afraid to go into Abhijeet’s house and see if she
succeeded.

14. ABHIJEET: Are you doing okay, babe? Only you seem kinda
down.
LEILA: I’ll be fine. It’s just been a long week.
ABHIJEET: And that death didn’t have anything to do with it?
LEILA: That too.
ABHIJEET: Why do you stay here, then?
LEILA: We’ve been over this.
ABHIJEET: Okay, so you want wings. I can understand that. You
still don’t have to put up with this.
LEILA: I can’t manage wings yet. Soon. …I hope.

15. ABHIJEET: But why won’t you let me help you?
LEILA: I can do this on my own! Nobody ever believed me, and T-
Titania Summerdream laughed at me,* but I can do this!
ABHIJEET: I know you can. I never said you couldn’t. But staying
in this place is killing you, and it doesn’t have to. You don’t have
to put up with this! I can help with money, or with the surgery --
LEILA: You’re not a surgeon.
ABHIJEET: No, but --
LEILA: I can do this, Abhijeet.Let me handle things my way.
*See “Entre’acte: Leila in Veronaville,” in Ruth’s (un)Officially Wacky
Boolprop Challenge.

16. The third day of the rotation didn’t start off
much better than the second.
Valiant attempt to cough up a lung?
Check.
Slapfest?
Check.
Caregiver cheering a fight?
Check.

17. Completely unexpected (and completely story-
spoiling swoopy-falling-in-love sound effects),
sponge baths, and more slapping?
Check, check, and check.
JOE: Militie-poo, how could you do this to
me?! You know how I feel!
IVANONVA: I did not sign up to play “Let’s
You And Him Fight!” Can’t a girl just get a
little woohoo every now and again?

18. Then I thought my luck had changed. I really did! After all,
President is only two cuts down from Business Tycoon, and that’s
a fair haul of skill points.

19. Leila spent enough time on the phone to get an
almost-friend to come over and become a proper
friend. Not only that, but when Leila went out to
greet her new friend, there was a walkby, who
was easily persuaded to come in a make friends as
well.
The walkby left when she was about fourteen STR
points from a friend, but that’s easy to make up in
one phone call.
And then…

20. ERNIE THE SPOON: Do you smell something burning?
JOE: I didn’t do it.
IVANOVA: Olfactory hallucinations… That’s a new one.
Generally those precede seizures. Would you like to lie down, Mr.
the Spoon?
ERNIE THE SPOON: No, I would not like to lie down. You don’t
smell that?

21. IVANOVA: Hmmm. Something was burning, after all. How
interesting.
ERNIE THE SPOON: Well, are you gonna do anything about it?
IVANOVA: Oh goodness me, no. It’s not in my job description.

22. IVANOVA: It’s in hers.
LEILA: Out! Out! Everybody out of the kitchen!
EVERYONE ELSE: Aaaaaaaugh! Firefirefire!
(Piercing scream from the living room)

23. LEILA (OFF): What? What’s wrong? What’s going on?
ALLYN, THE GUEST: My heart!
Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about whether Jay’s ability to
scare people is compromised…

24. LEILA: Oh, Esme, no…
IVANOVA: Well, there’s nothing you can do for her now. But Mr.
the Spoon does need some immediate assistance, if you could spare
a minute.
LEILA: Wha -- ?

25. LEILA: Oh, holy censor blur woohoo! Come on, Ernie, don’t you
die on me! Don’t you dare die on me, you woohoohead!
Leila did her best, but when it looked like she was about to catch
fire herself, I told her to run to the opposite side of the house.

26. I meant to have her run right back and start
fighting the fire again, but she had other ideas.
GRIM REAPER: .ell, thi. .s a .ine ti.. .or a .a.. .oes
a…od. wa.. .o ple..?
MILTON: …Ernie?
GRIM REAPER: .oin. on.., .oin. twi.. …? .kay,
th... .an’. .ay I .id.’. as..

27. I’m sure you can see the biggest problem with this death, but just in
case… check out the position of Mr. the Spoon’s urn. Look
familiar at all?

28. I got Leila awake for just long enough to send her to bed, and we’ll
both see if we can’t improve things next time. Keep your fingers
crossed for us!
Until next time, Happy Simming!

29. The Grim Reaper’s lines, in order:
Well, this is a fine time for a nap. Does anyone want to plead?
Going once, going twice? Okay, then. Can’t say I didn’t ask.

30. Score
Base score: 100
Minus number of days in the asylum: -12
Total: 88
Running totals
Fires: 3
Potty accidents: 10
Sponge baths: 5
Aspiration failures: 22
Shrink visits: 7
Pass outs from exhaustion: 1
Deaths: 3 (residents), 1 (visitors)