goldfish, pt. 3: playing cupid

This is something that has been plaguing me since I started playing TS3. Attraction scores. You guys know how much I used to love using them in my TS2 stories, and how useful they are as a numerical representation of something that is otherwise pretty intangible—human compatibility.

Well in TS3, attraction is pretty much useless. For some reason, all of my Sim couples chart a 10/10, and they roll pretty much zero wishes to indicate any preference for one romantic choice over another. And though I know TS4 is coming along in a few more months, I don't have much confidence that the attraction system there will be any better, at least not to start. And I won't be playing it in any real capacity from the beginning anyway, because I like to wait until there are a few EPs out. So I'm going to be sticking with TS3 for a little while here, and I'd like to make this work for me.

I've been working on a little project. It requires a basic set of calculations using traits, aspirations, and zodiac, which are factors taken from both TS2 and TS3, because I do note both for each of my Sims. Because of that, perhaps this system will be completely useless to anyone but myself. But if any of this is useful to you at all, by all means, feel free to mix it up and use it!

July 4th, 2085: little explosions

Gabby is 12, Charlie is 20, Ian and Ingrid are 22, Laney is 26, Andreas is 27, Kyle is 28, Carly is 30.


12:15pm:

"Pass it over," Gabby said. "Give me a try. Come on. I can do it. I’m pretty good. I mean, you're really good, but I’m pretty good too. Okay? Pass it over."


Sophia said, "But... you're wearing flippers."

July 2085: work ethic

Quinn Buchanan is 14, Mariah is 36, Lily is 13. Tommy Daniels is 24. 


"Can I give you a name?" Quinn said to the chicken. "Myrtle. Myrtle the chicken. It's a pleasure to meet you, Myrtle. Because I thought we should be on a first name basis, seeing how we're going to be spending so much time together this summer."

The chicken tilted her head. Quinn imagined she was listening.

"Myrtle, can you keep a secret?"

July 2085: if looks could kill

Gabby Roseland is 12. Lily Riley-Kim is 13.

Soundtrack: "If Looks Could Kill" by Heart


It was just an ordinary hot and hazy day in July. Gabby Roseland didn't think anything about wearing her green spotted flippers to the beach...

June/July 2085: postcards

Extras, outtakes, and updates from our supporting cast. Many of these photos were also posted on my Tumblr, but Tumblr is chaotic and lacks structure. So for the sake of documentation, and to choose favorites, these were some of the things that happened in the background of other stories in June and July of 1985.

The Lind and Roberts family: 


Paige and her little bestie, Tara Lind. Tara is a year younger than Paige, and going into fifth grade this fall.

June 2085: girls just want to have fun

Happy 27th birthday to Debbie and Darla Roberts. 

Soundtrack: "Girls Just Want to Have Fun," by Cyndi Lauper

warnings: walls o' text, whee!

Debbie slid onto a bar stool and picked up the nearest drink. Something lemony, sour, strong she hoped. "Oh God, he didn't even see me. I'm mortified."

"Who?" Darla asked.

"Demitri Hobbes. Did you see him? He was in here for a minute, can you believe it? He was actually here. And he didn't even recognize me. I feel like an idiot. Everybody saw me waving like a stupid love-struck girl." Debbie sighed. "You know I did a job for him this week?"

"I have no idea who you're talking about," Darla said.

"You know, the soap actor! On Turning Tides???"

Darla didn't watch soaps, but she knew what Turning Tides was, a low-budget daytime soap filmed here in Lake City. It was sort of hard to escape in this town.

Debbie sloughed off her shame, sitting straighter, tossing her head once so that the curls piled on top of her head bounced. She grinned. "I purchased a new sofa for him. And he loved it."

Darla still couldn’t believe people paid her sister to shop for a living.

"And he gave me flowers," Debbie added.

"Did he pay you in money?"

June 2085: adventures in babysitting, part 2

Charlie Roseland is 20, Gabby is 12.


After Natty had been gone for three weeks, her pillow stopped smelling like her shampoo anymore. And that was when the reality that Charlie might never get her back again really struck him. Hard.

And maybe that might have been the night Gabby heard him crying (not nearly as much as she made out), when she complained: "This is like, the worst summer ever! Can we do something fun? Because Mom and Dad are in China having fun, and Natty's in Florida having fun, and you just sit around the house looking at naked pictures and crying all day."

"Don't touch those pictures," Charlie said.

"I didn't," Gabby said. "Eeew! I'm not too young or stupid to know what you do with them. Yuck."