Re: SimTown Olympics
Posted: 04 Mar 2014, 03:00
After an exhausting three days of preparation, even with everyone pitching in to help, mayor Erin collapsed into her beautifully upholstered red and black designer chair and wondered if she had indeed bitten off more than she could chew this time. But that was just crazy talk, or rather thought, from being so exhausted. Look at all she'd been through and all she'd accomplished. She wasn't about to let this Simlympics get the best of her. She climbed tiredly into her posh simperpedic bed, a gift from her loving husband prior to his sudden, tragic, debilitating, and I think it was mentioned, as yet un diagnosed illness. It's rumored there's a similar epidemic in the UK and STILL no response from those monkeys, er, rather, doctors. She tried to sleep but her mind was racing. So much had happened and the Simlympics had yet to even begin!
There was the dawning realization that these Simlympics were going to take a bit longer than expected to put together. Opening day would have to be postponed, and for good reason. There was still so much to do and things were not without their challenges.
There was the mishap at skating practice but Oskar thankfully intervened and smoothed over ruffled feathers. The Reindeer are mostly behaving and staying off the ice but there is still the occasional three gal pile up. All judges are now properly attired for the frigid climate which is controlled by an amazing machine Oskar bought off the internet. It's futuristic really, but required if you're to keep Alaskan Huskeys and Reindeer at a Christmas house on a Tropical Island!
He actually got the idea from Martin Buser on the Mainland who got one for his Happy Trails Iditarod Kennel. Now he can train year round with no lack of snow! And his wife, Kathy, enjoys Ice skating on what they laughingly refer to as their frozen pond. As a matter of fact, she's one of the competitors in the ice skating challenge. Martin couldn't make it as he is out on the trail running the Iditarod this very moment. Kathy heard he just pulled out of Rainy Pass headed for Rohn with a second year musher from Big lake actually in the lead. Don't worry, Martin has a few veteran tricks up his well covered sleeve.
It's being said that there's a ringer in that ice skating competition, and from what's been happening at practice, that very well may be true. That one gal with the strange blue hair can sure stay on her feet better than her two competitors. Poor Kathy may be in over her head! Oh, and another of the Mayors overlooked details was forgetting that, of course, there are no Simlympic sized pools on the Island! They have the entire Pacific Ocean! They don't need any huge pools. But the Simathletes do, so Erin arranged for the HFN house just across the bridge into Simtown to host the diving competition and word is things are going along swimmingly! It helps to have connections and, you see, prior to moving to Simaui, Stu and Erin lived a quiet little life in a quiet little house they built from scratch all by themselves. It was all black and red and white and oh, so cute. Nothing at all like the gaudy, overdone, sprawling manse they're in now that sometimes, for some reason, reminds Erin of Tokyo. One of their old neighbors built what they referred to as their "knock off teen idol mansion" on the beach with the Simlympic pool. Strange, though, that they're right on the ocean and yet, curiously, have no view. They thought about demo'ing the whole thing and starting over to see if they could get a view but life got in the way and they're stuck now as it would be far too expensive to rebuild at today's exhorbinanat prices. Where do people get off charging so much these days?
But alls well that ends well and the mayor was most grateful for the help from her old friends and the use of their pool.
Oh, there were a few more minor things. That can be expected on an undertaking of this magnitude. Some people fell asleep in the bathtub but they were so very old, that's understandable. A few poor souls had to be asked to please stop singing their heart out in the shower and quite a few more were very happy that the teen idol had already been crowned months ago and they needn't hear any more of that racket.
There was the odd item that had to be repositioned so certain picky sims would stop crossing their arms, shaking their heads, stomping their feet and yelling, mmmph..mmmph. Then extra beds had to be put up everywhere but at the B&B and Oskars Christmas house to accommodate all the extra people pouring into town. Oskar has the extra beds for his resident elves that apparently only he can see because they never use the beds or, for that matter, do anything that anyone else knows of. So the beds were free for the figure skaters and judges.
And for all that work on the slippy slides and a near broken ankle, that idea had to be abandoned for lack of feasibility. Do you know that those kids can slide through that thing in five seconds flat? Every time? You do the math! It just wasn't gonna happen so they rolled 'em back up and chalked it up to lessons learned. The kids were having more fun on the swings anyway and it was good to have the extra volunteer labor. Well, they're busy reading sci-Fi books right now, but they'll be back at it tomorrow, if they know what's good for them.
So went the long, arduous and exhausting day of preparation and everyone collapsed into their respective beds for a nice deep sleep. Some may even sleep through the alarm tomorrow when another day of work (and back stories) begins in anticipation of opening ceremonies the day after tomorrow.
There was the dawning realization that these Simlympics were going to take a bit longer than expected to put together. Opening day would have to be postponed, and for good reason. There was still so much to do and things were not without their challenges.
There was the mishap at skating practice but Oskar thankfully intervened and smoothed over ruffled feathers. The Reindeer are mostly behaving and staying off the ice but there is still the occasional three gal pile up. All judges are now properly attired for the frigid climate which is controlled by an amazing machine Oskar bought off the internet. It's futuristic really, but required if you're to keep Alaskan Huskeys and Reindeer at a Christmas house on a Tropical Island!
He actually got the idea from Martin Buser on the Mainland who got one for his Happy Trails Iditarod Kennel. Now he can train year round with no lack of snow! And his wife, Kathy, enjoys Ice skating on what they laughingly refer to as their frozen pond. As a matter of fact, she's one of the competitors in the ice skating challenge. Martin couldn't make it as he is out on the trail running the Iditarod this very moment. Kathy heard he just pulled out of Rainy Pass headed for Rohn with a second year musher from Big lake actually in the lead. Don't worry, Martin has a few veteran tricks up his well covered sleeve.
It's being said that there's a ringer in that ice skating competition, and from what's been happening at practice, that very well may be true. That one gal with the strange blue hair can sure stay on her feet better than her two competitors. Poor Kathy may be in over her head! Oh, and another of the Mayors overlooked details was forgetting that, of course, there are no Simlympic sized pools on the Island! They have the entire Pacific Ocean! They don't need any huge pools. But the Simathletes do, so Erin arranged for the HFN house just across the bridge into Simtown to host the diving competition and word is things are going along swimmingly! It helps to have connections and, you see, prior to moving to Simaui, Stu and Erin lived a quiet little life in a quiet little house they built from scratch all by themselves. It was all black and red and white and oh, so cute. Nothing at all like the gaudy, overdone, sprawling manse they're in now that sometimes, for some reason, reminds Erin of Tokyo. One of their old neighbors built what they referred to as their "knock off teen idol mansion" on the beach with the Simlympic pool. Strange, though, that they're right on the ocean and yet, curiously, have no view. They thought about demo'ing the whole thing and starting over to see if they could get a view but life got in the way and they're stuck now as it would be far too expensive to rebuild at today's exhorbinanat prices. Where do people get off charging so much these days?
But alls well that ends well and the mayor was most grateful for the help from her old friends and the use of their pool.
Oh, there were a few more minor things. That can be expected on an undertaking of this magnitude. Some people fell asleep in the bathtub but they were so very old, that's understandable. A few poor souls had to be asked to please stop singing their heart out in the shower and quite a few more were very happy that the teen idol had already been crowned months ago and they needn't hear any more of that racket.
There was the odd item that had to be repositioned so certain picky sims would stop crossing their arms, shaking their heads, stomping their feet and yelling, mmmph..mmmph. Then extra beds had to be put up everywhere but at the B&B and Oskars Christmas house to accommodate all the extra people pouring into town. Oskar has the extra beds for his resident elves that apparently only he can see because they never use the beds or, for that matter, do anything that anyone else knows of. So the beds were free for the figure skaters and judges.
And for all that work on the slippy slides and a near broken ankle, that idea had to be abandoned for lack of feasibility. Do you know that those kids can slide through that thing in five seconds flat? Every time? You do the math! It just wasn't gonna happen so they rolled 'em back up and chalked it up to lessons learned. The kids were having more fun on the swings anyway and it was good to have the extra volunteer labor. Well, they're busy reading sci-Fi books right now, but they'll be back at it tomorrow, if they know what's good for them.
So went the long, arduous and exhausting day of preparation and everyone collapsed into their respective beds for a nice deep sleep. Some may even sleep through the alarm tomorrow when another day of work (and back stories) begins in anticipation of opening ceremonies the day after tomorrow.