The Sample teens first day of freedom was a Sunday. It began quietly and responsibly.
That morning, Winston took a gourmet cooking class at The Round Table that he’d been trying to get into for years.
He was convinced that he could enhance the flavor of his creations with a bit of magic. It was just a question of what kind.
Gamora had no intention of getting her butt kicked ever again, especially not by the likes of Whitney Ursine-Sample.
She also spent the morning in a class — this one Introduction to Sim Fu.
“Is that your real skin?” Kari Bookabet-Royale giggled as Gamora showed of her first belt. “Are you a member of some kind of tree-hugging gang?”
Gamora looked her straight in the eyes. “Come a little closer and say that,” she said softly. Kari shut up and backed away.
Victoria also had big plans for her free day.
She planned to spend it alone at Persephone Hot Springs.
The hot springs were warm year-round, so it wasn’t that extreme an idea to go swimming.
Honestly, the 7mil wetsuit was more than she needed. The ocean was colder when she skipped school to go snorkeling in the fall.
It felt so good to get into the water. Since the first snow, she’d been feeling trapped on land. And the floor of the springs were full of beautiful freshwater aquatic life. It was peaceful and more beautiful than she’d expected.
On the other hand, it wasn’t nearly as isolated as she’d been planning either.
Victoria had no idea the hot springs were such a popular place for playing in the snow.
Eventually, it was just too crowded. She couldn’t focus on the beautiful springs with all the laughing and snowball fights. Someone even throw a snowball in the water at her. It was cold! But mercifully only for a few minutes.
So, after a couple of hours snorkeling, she dried off and headed home.
Something was very wrong. She could tell from the end of the block that the smoke rising from her house wasn’t coming from a chimney.
She burst into the house to this:
“Winston! Where are you?” she screamed. She ran to the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher under the sink.
“How do you use this thing??”
She wasn’t sure that her fire extinguisher was powerful enough to make a dent in the roaring flames.
So she grabbed her phone.
“Hello? Avalon fire department?” she shouted into the phone. “We’re ON FIRE!!”
Fortunely, the Avalon Knights of the Flame were well-trained in talking to panicked people. Victoria could hear the wail of the fire engine almost before she hung up the phone. That was one big advantage to living on a small island.
“Oh, thank the Watcher!” she cried when firemen came running into the house.
But as she walked out of the den, she found the living room had also caught fire.
“Look out!” she cried. She aimed the fire extinguisher at the flames.
“Please back off, miss!” the fireman yelled.
“Let us do our jobs!”
“I’m so sorry,” Victoria wailed.
“I was only trying to help!”
“I get it,” the fireman said. “Well, the fires are out. Now you can get all the help you need in fireplace safety.”
“Victoria!” Winston said as he burst through the door. “What happened? Are you all right?”
“Did you leave fires burning in the fireplaces when you left?” Victoria asked.
“Well, yes, but Mom and Dad leave them burning all the time,” Winston said defensively. “I didn’t think it would be any big deal.”
“Apparently it is a big deal,” Victoria said. “We almost literally burned the house down on our first day on our own!”
“OK, look,” Winston said earnestly. “I can make this right. Let me make a few phone calls. I bet we can get a quick insurance settlement.”
“You do what you feel you have to,” Victoria said. “I’m going to start cleaning up.”
Annnnd I gave Victoria Fireproof Homestead. Dylan had it, but apparently the effects went away as soon as he went on vacation.
Sims 3 fireplaces are beautiful death traps.