Day 20: Bridgeport Ink
In the Sims, when the entire household is asleep, the game speed automatically adjusts to its fastest, because only a few people want to watch a collection of pixels and AI sleep. When I logged back into the band the next day, I was surprised to find that the game was set to normal speed, despite it being 4:30 am. Someone was awake, but why? Who? They were all fairly tired the night before, and were all eager to crawl into bed. I searched around the house first, checking for robbers or a hidden fire somewhere. Something that would knock the speed down to normalcy. That’s when I found Pete outside, chilling at the picnic table, eating some cereal.
I wasn’t sure how it had happened. I thought I had left them all within the depths of sleep. But, apparently, more time had passed than I realized before I logged off the day before. Not that it mattered. It certainly allowed some one-on-one time with Pete. He’s actually kind of boring, though he does love his telescope. After his cereal (which I’m assuming was gluten-free granola in soy milk) he spent the next two hours stargazing. Perhaps that’s why he woke up so early, to catch the predawn sky in all of its majestic glory.
By this time, the sun was rising and the rest of the band was waking up. How he was still able to search the galaxy was beyond me, but away he went, stopping only once Farrah made some pancakes (apparently his cereal was wearing off at this point). The rest of the day was completely open for the band, as their next gig wasn’t until the day after. As such, the day went by as lazily as one might think. Pete returned to his telescope, Robi worked on his book, Farrah swam and danced, and Claudia tidied up around the house before chilling out in front of her keyboard. It was at this point that I decided I needed to step in once more, to give them a generous nudge down the path of SimBand greatness.
It was tattoo time. When I created them, I left their skin blank and pure, hoping that they would eventually have the desire to get inked up once fame set in. Well, as they were all pushing the third start of their celebrity levels, and none of them seemed to travel into town, their creator made the decision for them. Thinking back to my original wish of creating a brutal death metal band, I knew I’d need to choose some hardcore ink. However, since this is the Sims, I knew the most hardcore I’d be able to find is something along the lines of a cartoon skull, or maybe some kind of tribal design. Still, anything would be better than nothing. Plus, they would all have to at least have a llama somewhere on their bodies. They had to rep the band, of course.
This part was one of the most involved aspects of the experiment since creating them, as I was basically editing them as characters. I just pretended to be the tattoo artists as justification for my involvement. Plus, they needed the ink, damn it. Anyway, Robi’s tats leaned toward the extravagant and as epic as I could come up with using the SimTat technology.
At this point, a dilemma arose which I never would have foreseen. The clock struck 7 pm, and the tattoo artist ran out of the building, leaving the three remaining band members inkless. We had a gig the next day, and this was one of the few free times we had to get stuff done. Tipping the scales of fate ever so slightly, I told Farrah to get in the chair, chose the most qualified band mate, and got to work.
I was half expecting Farrah’s arm to fall off, but nothing of the sort happened. Despite the squeamish look on her face and her clenched jaws, none of her tats looked any worse than Robi’s. In fact, as the party girl of the group, she ended up with the most coverage, walking away with the Sim equivalent of a full sleeve, as well as a tramp stamp (of a pink butterfly, of course), a pink llama on her navel, and other various pink variations of skulls and fire.
Robi then performed the same services for the other two with the same results. As Pete and Claudia are the reserved ones of the group, their tattoo choices were more moderate. Pete went with a tattoo of a picture of a llama glued to a Post-It note, because only a hipster would choose something as meta and ironic as that. Claudia, showing a touch of hidden fire, opted for a sizeable blue llama on her right arm. And with that, the inking was complete, with no indication of infection or trauma despite Robi’s amateur technique.
By now, after a day full of such excitement, it was time to head home and catch some z’s. All in all, it was quite the productive day, my intervention notwithstanding. I’m ok reaching in and guiding them when it becomes clear they aren’t going to walk that path on their own, especially for cosmetic purposes. Which is also why I fixed Robi’s hair. Now, he’ll never randomly shave his head whenever he changes his clothes. He was crazy enough without his magically-enhanced demon hair.