groovy
scene from a small house
Clément once wrote an application for one of those TV property shows as a silly joke, knowing full well that in reality they had neither the money nor the bizarre job apparently required to get on the show. It had been a bit of a creative writing experiment, absolutely never intended to be sent anywhere, especially not the property show's applicant page. However, one unlocked computer and a bit of a misunderstanding with a visiting cousin later resulted in the application being sent to the show's inbox, for real. Clément could only hope that it would clearly come across as too daft, and be promptly ignored.
They'd claimed to be a Chief Stingray Wellbeing Officer (read: owns an annual pass for the local aquarium), and was apparently looking for a place with their twin brother, who had gone for Professional Historical Cheese Preservationist (read: found a long-forgotten block of cheddar at the back of the fridge) as his strange employment of choice. The pair of them would require space for a 250,000 litre fish tank (for the stingrays), a temperature-controlled vault (for the cheese) and at least nine bedrooms (honestly just for the laughs). Most importantly, it had to be situated no more than five minutes from a city centre (for any further would clearly be unreasonable).
Unfortunately, the application was not ignored and the hiring agent who responded to their application was extremely enthusiastic about getting them on the show. Her sheer relief at finally finding someone who actually fit the brief to star in an episode was all too evident, and to make matters worse, said hiring agent happened to live in the same neighbourhood and had been incredibly keen on popping over for a chat about the producer's plans for them. She'd even drafted a meeting date for the diary, much to Clément's terribly guilty horror.
Clément may have considered actually moving house to get out of that one, but settled on letting the agent down very, very gently as that (unlike the nine bedroom mansion) was a little more within budget.
it is time to take pictures of sims doing mundane things at kinda funky angles
guess who had NO idea sims could cast the line too enthusiastically and fall over when fishing (hint: it's me)
a lazy sunday