A Sims 3 Experiment: Day 23

Week Four: The Rising Price of Fame

Days 23: Pete used Telescope. It’s surprisingly effective…

I never know what to expect when the morning begins with toilet humor. Pete, the usual first man awake, went about his morning business (literally), and ended up destroying the toilet with what I could only guess was the largest ginger dump ever ejected from a person, real or pixel-based.

Pete...What are you doing with your life?
Pete…What are you doing with your life?

Aside from such disgusting antics, the 23rd day was a quiet one. The feeling of silence and lull from the previous day remained, accented by the fact that no one had receive a call for a gig, which left the schedule ominously open. I wasn’t too sure what to make of that. I knew there was every possibility that the band could fail, for a number of reasons. The combination of their traits, their aptitude with their instruments, even internal strife. I just hoped that this sudden quietness was not a sign of something worse looming over the horizon. The rest of the band didn’t seem to mind too much. In fact, they all appeared to appreciate a few days off, none more than Pete. Like always, he was back in front of his telescope just after breakfast. Only, this time, his devotion to the final frontier finally paid off.

The dude found a meteor. I’m starting to think he’s like a…space rainman or something.
The dude found a meteor. I’m starting to think he’s like a…space Rainman or something.

Of course, upon finding a meteor the size of a child’s wagon, the best thing to do is stick it in your back pocket and bring it home. And that’s exactly what Pete did. I took a moment to ask what he was planning on doing with it, if he could do anything with it at all. It turns out, he couldn’t, save for analyzing it and coming up with its value. But why sell it for a measly $125 when I could create a wonderful monument to Pete’s celestial perseverance.

 I don’t know what’s with the knuckle-cracking, but he stood there and stared at his new collection of space rocks for a good hour.
I don’t know what’s with the knuckle-cracking, but he stood there and stared at his new collection of space rocks for a good hour.

I spent so much time following Pete as he ran around the city in search of his meteor, that I don’t even know what happened with the others. They could have killed the mailman and eaten his heart for all I know (though Robi didn’t have a +100 to his mood for demonic sacrifice, so I’m sure that didn’t happen). Suffice it to say, all of the day’s excitement came from Pete Hopper and his keen eye.

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