alien pod

Well, she's still learning.
 

This is her legacy shack.
 

 

Not much of a "shack" at all, but Arab couldn't part with all the things she stumbled upon her travels around the globe for this legacy business. She wanted to maintain the memory of her past self alive.
 

 

Her precious violion? In exchange for a husband and a bunch of babies? Never.
 

 

Nothing is free when it comes to legacies, though: now she owes more than 20k simoleons to the bank.
 

Not that she's worried, mind you. She's a fortune sim; she's certain she could spun 20k simoleons out of thin air if need be.
 

But first she decided to try a more orthodox approach. A job as an Adventurer wouldn't be too bad; she had conquered the planet with her modeling career, the next obvious step would be the rest of the solar system, right? And so she set a new goal for herself: to be a space pirate, someday.
 

She never thought her great adventure would start in a cramped office working for some ambassador, but it'll do.
 

 

She's read about enough legacies to know she did not want to start her own with a kitchen fire, and the chinese takeaway and cup o' ramen she's used to sure won't be enough to feed a family.
 

A point of charisma skill was also her idea. She never really had to talk much modeling hair and felt the need to practice her speech.
 

Getting to know the neighborhood. She had her eyes on some pretty jewellery, but with literally zero simoleons on her bank account she was limited to browse. And browse for a possible spouse, too. By the way the men are cornering her, I'd say they recognize her from the magazines.
 

This one guy really piqued her interest (even though he's not really her type; she's more into brunets with some facial hair).
 

I don't get the attraction at all; they barely share a bolt of chemistry, but she kep rolling romantic wants about him.
 

I sent her home before anything too serious happened. We have higher standards for legacies, Arab; anything less than two bolts is not acceptable.
 

 

 

Another golden boy, huh? Or are you wondering about how much money he has?
 

 

Another one bolt kinda relationship. Poor Hisao in the yellow shirt wishes he had at least that with Arab, but got negative chemistry instead.
 

Music and dance are such an important part of Arab's life that it's no suprise Hipster Lumberjack's clumsy moves were a total turn off for her.
 

Sorry! But do come back next generation, will ya?
 

 

 

The neighborhood's bachelors are all lining up in her front yard. I find it a bit creepy and stalkerish, but Arab doesn't mind. She says it makes her "job" a lot easier now that she's spending most of her time at the office.
 

This one's making himself right at home, inaugurating the ballet barre even before Arab had the chance. This is the third guy she's rolled romantic wants about. The third with blond hair. The third one bolter.
 

He wants nothing to do with her, though. I suppose his IQ is too high to be seen dating an air-headed model.
 

Yes, dear, burn the pain away. He's not worthy of our legacy.
 

Bingo! Two bolts. You'll notice the brown hair and the beard, too. Too bad she was exhausted by all the wooing and all the exercising, but at least they exchanged numbers.
 

She's now a Multiregional Sim of Some Question. I'm not sure what is exactly that she does, but the outfits are getting better (she didn't let me take a picture of her Spelunker uniform).
 

Later that day... I'm glad to see your heart is in the right place, Arab.
 

 

Yes, show him how flexible you are.
 

I regret putting all of those multicolored geneticized eyes in my Downloads folder, but I suppose now it's too late. I am not getting any close to SimPE anytime soon.
 

 

He moved in! I had to choose between keeping his memories or his money; I think Arab's satisfied with my decision.
 

A successful date indeed.
 

Only then I noticed the tree breaking through the shingle. Ops.