Sergio Romeo once had a pretty sweet life. He was living with his best mate Joaquin in a pretty sweet pad in Windenberg. He was set up for a sweet career in IT and his pad was decked out with all the basics a bloke could need: weights machine, foosball table, computer. He'd just needed to find himself a girl who had an appreciation for the finer things in life and he could go on living his blissful existence on an island with no kids.
But then Joaquin had to go and mess everything up, didn't he?
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It started with the Welcome Wagon.
Basically, out of nowhere the Villareals up and sold their mansion, and moved to Oasis Springs. The mansion then gets demolished and this pathetic excuse for a house turns up in its wake, occupied by a single airhead blonde.
The entire situation smelled suspicious to Sergio, and he would like to, if possible, keep his distance from the whole debacle of a situation.
But nooo, says Joaquin. We have new neighbour, says Joaquin. We have to go up there and welcome her to the neighbourhood, says Joaquin. At least he didn't insist on bringing fruitcake or something. Sergio can't cook to save his life.
He spent the whole time talking over the Villareal scandal with Bjorn anyways.
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"Well she was pretty great, eh?" asks Joaquin, later that afternoon, after the visit.
"What?" asks Sergio, distracted by the game at hand.
"And that joke? The one about the Engineers? Brilliant! She was hilarious, Serge. Real funny, great sense of humour, great easygoing personality. I'll bet you she's a goofball like me."
"That's great, Joey. Really good-oh! Lucky shot!"
"And she certainly wasn't shy, was she? Keen to get to know everyone, even friendly to the Bjergsens! Well, come on Sergio, what did you think?"
"The Bjergsens aren't that bad, Joaquin."
"Whatever…"
Sergio sighed. "Look, mate. I've told you what I think," he said, dropping the ball in the middle of the board for a fresh face-off. "I think there's something fishy about the whole situation and we should just stay the heck away from it. You don't need to go falling for her like this."
"Oh, I'm not falling for her. I'm just interested in hanging out with her more, that's all. Maybe I'll invite her 'round next time the Spin Masters have a meet up. I reckon music would be her thing, don't you? Anyways, I'm going to the club tonight, wanna come?"
Sergio groaned.
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The airhead blonde in question was, of course, Iris Morven. Born and raised in Belladonna Cove, to Claudia Brown and Don Morven, she decided she wanted something completely different out of life, and so she moved to Windenberg hoping to find just that.
Of course, Claudia and Don hadn't been terribly wealthy, and they passed on next to nothing to their daughter Iris when she said she was leaving. Which meant Iris was left with her charming personality, her winning good looks, and her killer sense of humour to make her way in life in Windenberg.
Oh, and there was also the small fact that I had chosen Iris to start my latest attempt at an Immortal Dynasty Challenge, but, well, minor details.
Iris was a sociable sim who aimed to befriend the world. She had to start, of course, by meeting them. And with the Welcome Wagon gone, this left her with very few sims to meet from home. After securing a job starting out in the Entertainer carrer, she decided to head out for a night on the town.
The club was pumping, and it seemed half the sims in town were here. Iris got busy straight away, introducing herself to everyone.
Here she met Candy Behr, and Mila Munch, and Nancy Landgraab. And then she ran into...
"Oh hey! It's Joaquin, right?" Iris remembered him quite well from the Welcome Wagon earlier that day.
"Iris! Great to see you here! I thought the scene might be your scene!"
Iris shrugged. "Not usually. But I figured, I'm new in town, where better to meet the locals?"
"Well, this is a great hang out. Let me introduce you to everyone!
Finally worn out from all the clubbing, Iris slumped home.
It was time to focus on her entertainment career, because she and I both knew that getting promotions would be one of the hardest parts of this whole ordeal.
The shack she had built to live in was basic, but it was only rudimentary. That was another priority, actually. Finding someone willing to move in and 'donate' their time and money to her cause. She considered the options available to her, but decided she didn't want to rush into a decision too soon.
Essentially, I didn't want a large number of sims. Too many things happening, not enough time focusing on what was important. But I wanted sims who would bring in a substantial amount of money. And, at the end of the day, Iris would have to eat Ambrosia somehow, which required ingredients that she herself didn't really have time to collect (and even focussing on levelling cooking skills wasn't going to be a high priority).
With plenty of time to make a decision, Iris and I decided that the next best use of her time when she wasn't at work was getting out into the neighbourhood and meeting the locals.
Moira Fyres, Iris learned, was the leader of the Garden Gnomes, Windenberg's gardening club. It was entirely possible that she would have plenty of useful skills to offer to the cause, but she would bring with her a rather large family.
Eliza and her husband Bob were typically a good choice for Dynasties. They were both still young, Bob was a pretty good cook, and yes, I had used them in Dynasty challenges before. And it was perhaps for that reason that they weren't high on my priority list.
Ultimately, Iris' mind had been made up from day one. She knew who she wanted to have in her life, helping her out on this, her early quest for immortality. Which suited Joaquin just fine.
Sergio, on the other hand…
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