The stowaway made his way into the basement, toward one of the masseuse chairs.
He brought 20,000 Simoleons when he was downloaded from the Community Gallery, and he wanted to spend some of it on himself.
He melted into the chair as the masseuse’s fingers kneaded away tensions he never knew he had, while arousing other tensions he had been wondering about even before he became a Teen back on his home World.
He managed to lean forward and look longingly into his masseuse’s eyes.
“You don’t offer, um, non-therapeutic massage too, do you?”
“Not even if there was a mod for it,” she said. “I just do hands and feet, but my colleague offers full-body massage in back.”
“Really,” the stowaway said salaciously.
“Not that full,” the masseuse said as she switched hands and her colleague stepped into the booth behind her.
“Did I hear someone say they wanted a full-body massage?” he asked.
“No! I’m good.” the stowaway said. “All good.”
“Let me know if you change your mind,” the other masseuse said as he turned and departed.
“Will do,” the stowaway said as he settled back in his chair.
“I could totally get used to this.”
Meanwhile, over in Willow Brook, Karli Wheeler was having trouble getting used to the idea that all her efforts to prevent Disappearing Townie Syndrome have come to naught.
“So, installing Get Together dumped an extra couple dozen Sims in the character directory, pushing us over the 180-Sim limit,” she recapped after Vivek Wilkes finished his recitation of the day’s discoveries. “So why does the population keep growing? Is our mod broken?”
“It may be, and we should have someone look at it,” Vivek said. “But there could be other factors. The mod promises only fewer random Townies on community lots, not no random Townies. If the mod can’t find a Sim that matches the criteria needed for visitors to a certain lot, it will allow the game to generate new ones.”
“Hrmph!” Karli hrmphed.
“Yes, I imagine some of these new community lots did call for new skillsets,” Vivek said.
“What should we do, Vivek? I am poop out of ideas.”
“Well, why don’t I see if I can tear Enkeli away from her game, and the three of us can sit down and prepare a to-do list.”
“OK, and I guess I should see about getting some pants on.”
Enkeli Starwing was lost in contemplation of a tragically comedic tableau she encountered in the wastes of the Commonwealth when Vivek knocked on the bedroom door.
“Miss Starwing; if I may have a word.”
“I’m a little preoccupied at the moment,” Enkeli said, resenting the intrusion.
“I’m sorry; I wouldn’t trouble you if we did not need your help.”
Enkeli sat up.
“Oh,” she said, a little startled. “I’ll be right down.”
Enkeli found a perfectly uneaten plate of that morning’s scrambled eggs and bacon on the floor of the kitchen, emitting no visible stink clouds. She grabbed it on her way to the TV room.
“You’ve been lounging around in your PJs all day too?” Karli asked.
“I dunno. I copied my Sleepwear 1 as my Everyday 2 so I don’t have to worry about it,” Enkeli said. “Been kinda busy making the Commonwealth a better place.”
“Yee…ah,” Karli drawled. “Well, we need your help making this World a better place.”
“What, you need me to clear out a nest of feral ghouls?”
“No, we’ve exceeded the population limit and the game is still pooping out extra Townies,” Karli said. “We need to figure out how to turn it off and … and I think we have to turn culling off.”
“You can do that?” Enkeli asked.
“Now, hold on,” Vivek said, turning off the television. “I thought we wanted to avoid turning off culling?”
“We did. We do,” Karli said as Vivek came to sit beside here. “But if we don’t do it today, a dozen Townies are going to get culled by morning.”
“But don’t we risk crashing-to-desktop if we let the World become overpopulated and the Saved Game too large to run?” Vivek asked. “It will be The Sims 3 all over again!”
“Maybe, but I don’t think that will happen for a long time,” Enkeli said. “The population cap was probably set so low to capture some of the casual gaming market, so The Sims can be played on laptops and toaster ovens and whatnot. We’re on a mid-range gaming rig here, I think we can handle a few dozens more Sims than the minimum specs allow.”
“Be that as it may, I still think we should guard against overpopulation,” Vivek said.
“Agreed,” Karli said, rising from the loveseat. “We can’t expect mods to do all the work.”
Enkeli rose behind her. “We’ll, I’ll start poking around and see what I can find out.”
“There’s a message from Shannon SimsFan in our inbox,” Vivek said. “That will be a good place to start. What should I do in the meantime?”
“Maybe take a Nap,” Karli said. “I’m going to need you later.”
“And what will you be doing?”
“Right now, I’m going to go wash my hands.”