![]() She doesn’t want them in her kitchen.ĭespite being the kind of people who can afford to live in a penthouse, have a suit of armour costing $8k on display and, apparently, either order takeaway or go out to eat for every meal, they give me only a couple of thousand simoleons to work with. Anything to do with cooking–ovens, fridges, microwaves, cupcake factories–she can’t stand the things. I ask a client what she’s looking for in her kitchen renovation. I am unable to enter the building, or knock on any of their doors, so I have no choice but to teleport myself in. Moving up in the world, I get a gig to renovate the kitchen at the biggest penthouse in San Myshuno. Perhaps my purpose in life is to flirt with old women, the way my roommate’s purpose is to make white confetti cakes. I get my pirate speech confused, and accidentally flirt with her. After redesgning a living room to have nothing pink, blue, basic, mid-century, or to do with bowling, I try to compliment one of my clients, another elderly lady. Nonetheless, she makes a white confetti cake. I have to admit, she got me with that one. It tells me not to come into her room and touch her stuff. ![]() ![]() Wondering what she needs to tell me, I go in to look at it. Getting home from my terrible day’s work, I discover my roommate has left a second note, this time in her room. This could be because I flirted with her wife but could also be, to be fair, because I demolished her kitchen and replaced it with a closet. Blossom decides to flirt with me, as her wife, Mary, watches. Knox and Blossom tell me they like the finished product, even though it wasn’t what they wanted. They also hate rockclimbing, so I sadly dismiss my plans of installing a climbing wall in their closet. I throw out their easel, because they told me they hate painting. I try my best, demolishing their kitchen area to fill it with closet space. There is no room for a walk in closet to be seen. I know the name, but can’t quite place the family, until I arrive at their house to discover it’s made up of a crane and a large shipping crate. I get a request from the Greenburg family to renovate their walk in closet. The next day, she clears it out of the oven, and makes a white confetti cake. After we have each eaten a slice, she starts making a white confetti cake She leaves it in the oven, presumably having remembered she already has a white confetti cake. Luckily, she soon settles down into living with me, making a white confetti cake for us as a peace offering. I ask her to leave my room and stop touching my stuff. I don’t come into your room and touch your stuff, do I? No, I don’t.” As she starts using the mirror in my room, I read the note: She accepts, then yells at me, walks into my room to poke at my chest of drawers because she likes that decor style, and leaves a note on my floor. She seems nice, so I invite her to be my roommate. Luckily, I don’t have to worry about the increase in bills too much, as another Sim responds to my roommate advertisment. I return home, where a NAP inspector turns up to fine me for not having recycled any of the furniture in the apartment I moved into yesterday yet. To prove it, they shake an empty piece of air instead of my hand. These are among the most ominous statements I’ve ever heard, and I’m certain they’re about to ask, “Excuse me, but why did you replace our bed with a pipe organ?” but they assure me they love it. “I’m ready to talk about the renovation.” (They insist on covering their eyes with their hands to climb the stairs, despite the door to their new Pipe Organ Room being closed.) The client who asked for the pipe organ wanders off to use a computer, rather than look at the new room, but finally they tell me they want to talk about it. I invite my clients back and lead them up the stairs to it. I realise I forgot to take Before photos, so I snap some of the entirely unchanged landing. I turn a spare bedroom into a pipe organ room. “Well,” she tells me, “What I really love… is pipe organs.” ![]() I approach her mother, begging her to tell me something they do like. Her father runs out of the house to inform me he also hates pianos. I do want something to go off, so I ask for an idea of one of my client’s likes and dislikes. I turn up at my first clients’ house, ready to renovate one of their rooms. ![]()
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