This post was supposed to culminate some kind of romantic saga thing, but that party done got crashed.
See, I wasn’t watching the clock. Little miss thing got home from school at the worst moment and Confidently marched right through the middle of the darn proposal.
Not being allowed to reload the save is one Legacy rule I stick to, so this is what we’d have to work with. But I wasn’t upset. The directed action taking place on the porch suddenly seemed unimportant. I had to know where the little beast was going.
Freesia continued her march clean through the house. In through the front door..
And out through the back.
And we arrived here, at the archway leading to the graveyard.
Freesia didn’t go inside. Just stood there grinning.
What does it mean? Is she trying to remind me that life is short? Does she miss the ancestral cowplant? Is it just some random pathing error?
I decide that I have no freakin’ idea. But it fascinates me. I start looking around for clues.
No queued actions. Nothing in there that a child can interact with but the graves. Except, then I checked the active tombstones and realized that they were all dead now – no ghost associations left. Culled to hunks of cement.
Gone too were all neighborhood ghosts from our relationship panels. By now we’d had quite a lot of those, so this was going to be a big dent in the population. Weird!
I went to look for the little rugrat, to thank her for pointing this out to me & see if she needed anything else, but she’d already gone on to other things.
Okay, kid. You’re a space pirate. You do what you want. I get it. I should go back and try to stitch that whole Landon and Brianna thing back together.
Let’s see.. backtrack to the gym.. some kind of screenshot to capture their “these two sims really do dig each other – I didn’t make that up” vibe..
Maybe a joke referring back to a previous post to derail the moment..
And then we should probably let them kiss..
But my heart just wasn’t in it. I wondered what Freesia was up to.
Oof. Sorry, again. She’s just so compelling. So very self-contained and driven. I mean, she’s out there playing space pirate by herself in the middle of the night. That’s kinda badass, right?
Although, is she offering to do everything around here? ‘Cause I’d be down with that.
Alright, I’ll do it. You’ve got a deal.
Once upon a time, some people met on a doorstep.
It wasn’t their house, but they basically lived there.
Some stuff happened – some of it was bad but mostly it was good.
They fell in love.
And they lived happily ever after.
. . .
Note: If you’d like a sweet newlywed couple that probably wouldn’t mind getting the heck out of Dodge for your game, Brianna and Landon Clemons-Purdue can be found on the gallery under Origin ID Ehhwot.