So we're back! And it was so very, very boring.
Don't be fooled by that bland exterior and almost complete lack of windows. Aaron immediately decided two stories wasn't good enough and blew more money adding on two more. The roof stayed the same, though. Now, it might be a "Bad Thing" to be using Targa's pseudo-elevator instead of a Eaxis staircase (modular or otherwise), but hey... I have them, I like them. I've seen people use elevators, though why I can't imagine given the size, unless they were shooting for laughs because of how often they can break.
Yes, I could have got him into the Secret Society, but really, I sort of forgot, and then I forgot to install any of the depreciated SS lots anyway, so... I had to build one from scratch. By the way, Aaron gambled with his two allowed items and chose Smart Milk and Elixer. Not knowing if I could get people into their preferred career tracks early made me weep with fear, so.... We might regret that when one of these guys gets pregnant, but we might not.
The first thing Aaron did once he was finished tipping the construction fairy was buy a truck. It won't be much use in his preferred field since Edjumacators don't get neato-keen stuff like double and triple promotion days, but whatever. He needs a car if he intends to invite over all his bestest buddies in the world on Game Maintenance Tuesdays. Either that or he hopes he can manage to top off his relationships using the Call Friends part of the phone hack, assuming he isn't inundated by friends calling to check in (which he is allowed to answer on any day).
Because, you know, people like Nimby and I are too friggin' lazy to manually dial all those damn people for Aaron.
Aaron's first day was punctuated by a lovely afternoon of hail (difficult to see, I know, and it's not like you can see the hailstones bouncing like they tend to do). His lot is, in fact, more or less dead smack in the middle of downtown, with nothing around for miles and miles... just in case any wolves wish to stop by and annoy walkbys.
The paperboy looks way too happy to be living at ground zero of a nuclear winter. Maybe someday, when there are toddlers toddling, he might be invited in so he can eventually become a first kiss for someone. At least Aaron's everyday outfit isn't the sort to make my eyes bleed.
Holy snikes, what a nice paperboy! He brought me exactly the right one! (Totally not kidding here, I was floored.) Aaron was all over that job offer like a crazel weasel on... whatever crazed weasels like to be all over.
And I thought, well... it's meditation for poor Aaron until tomorrow, but then I was hit with a clue-by-four from memory and thought to myself, "Self, Aaron's mysterious personal shopper bought him a truck! He can go to work NOW."
So he didn't have to wait until Tuesday.
While he was gone a mean walkby kicked over the trash can. This is good! When Aaron got home he immediately composted that trash and left the can tipped over. No roaches for me, and no more kick-overs unless some anal retentive walkby picks it up for me.
Sometime during the haze that was week one a wolf stopped by and growled and snarled and all that at Hermione. Meeheehee. Basically, Aaron's week consisted of meditating like mad mostly. He occasionally made something to eat if he came home hungry or it was a day off, washed his hands a lot, slept twice (I think), and danced a few times. He also took advantage of Game Maintenance Tuesday to call his friends.
Luck was with him, as he didn't miss one promotion, and he topped the Edjumacation track on Sunday. He did have one chance card, which he picked wrong on, but it only resulted in a §4,000 fine, so it was all okay with me.
The results of the Mob visiting resulted in a cash loss of §73,459. His lot value was §122,432, so he has §48,972 left. Somehow, I don't think anyone missing work for the next week will be an issue. We'll see how bad the bite is in coming weeks, given that all stuff will have depreciated and dragged down the lot value some.