Love like this is hard to find
Don't you hate it when you're talking to someone about a movie you've never seen or a book you've never read and they ruin the ending for you? Like they mention he dies in the end. You can't pretend you don't know that! It can't be unknown! You can't... um. Erg.
Ruby Will Use Just About Any Excuse To Send Her Sims On Vacation (Where They Don't Do Much)
Part 2: Ruby Totally Ruined The Ending
Last time: Well, it all started with a magical love tent. Then there were crossed out rings and furiousness. Somehow it all turned into a date with the world's best maid who decided to move in temporarily, win everyone's friendship, and ride off into the sunset* without so much as a Hey, Thanks For Being Okay With My Random Interloping note.
Click the tag if you need more than that.
*Sunsets may not have actually been involved.
Val made Hal make the vacation reservations again. You see, Hal made them the last time and if anything was going to jinx this right off it would be deviating from the tried and true. Val is a very smart man... in what might be discribed as a really dumb way.
Consider Val's primary reason for wanting to jet off to Twikkii Island: He insisted that a good maid was hard to find.
He never once considered that he might be messing with people's lives for the sake of a clean toilet. No, Val had already come to the conclusion that Hal and Cal were meant to be together and once he decided something then surely that's the way it was. Anything else was just silly.
Paying a maid who spent most of her time mop racing with Hal when there were perfectly good maids to be had for free if only they could be found was also silly. But that probably goes without saying.
Once they got to their hotel, Cal checked in. Val immediately wanted to check out. Mary Peters may be blonde and she may be a maid but she is not Dana Coleman. He wasted no time in expressing to her just how offended he was by her very existence.
Cal thought it best to get Val away from Mary so the three of them went sightseeing. I was hanging out with Val trying to get him some Teriyaki Mahi-Mahi (because doesn't that sound fabulous?) while Hal and Cal went off to do their own unsupervised thing. So it was that I did not witness the infamous magic tent pink heart love change to the amazing red hearts of fervent devotion.
I suspect it wasn't Cal's politeness to strangers, but this is all I have to go on so now it is gospel truth. To Hal, handshakes are hot.
So hot, in fact, that he suddenly felt the need to kiss dance. Now things are really hot. I know I like making out with people in front of waterfalls of blistering hot lava. Rawwr.
Now both men had spun out their red hearts and they were all happy and swoony. Surely this means that Cal has accepted that Hal is his one true love? Scope, Cal, scope!
Prince Charming, now available in sparkly.
Joy!
Or... not.
I don't know. Cal might be right about Perdita, but I'm more interested in her friend. He's all bendy and whatnot.
After that fiasco, the three princes decided to go their separate ways. Cal wandered to the beach and brooded as he stared at the water. This was a major indicator of his state of mind. Cal did not brood lightly. Brooding was not sensible.
Cal had always stuck to The Plan. The Plan had never let him down until now. He remembered falling in love with Hal and the memory made him happy and his happiness confused him and confusion, as I'm sure you all know, sucks.
Val was going to continue his search for Dana but he had to get his tanning out of the way first. Priorities, people. He's been looking forward to this for over a year now.
I'm guessing that's not what he had in mind.
Hal was conflicted. He'd have gone with Cal, but it was clear Cal needed space. He'd have gone with Val, but he wasn't at all sure he wanted Dana to be found. He wanted Hal for his very own and, anyway, he didn't know Dana's stance on mop racing and some things are just not to be borne. So instead he went on tours. Surely my luck with chance cards in Twikkii could not be as bad as it was in Three Lakes.
Yes, yes it could.
Mr. Tour Guide loves the small of misery.
And so the days sped by. Val searched for Dana. Err, I mean, he caught butterflies.
Hal's needs took beating after beating because neither gum nor hands are effective at stopping your glass boat from leaking all over the place. And no one can navigate around the parasailing-hating flock of gulls. And don't for one second that that anyone can manage to keep the bees out of the helicopter because you know this island frowns upon hiring experienced and resourceful people and you're absurd for thinking otherwise.
Cal left a permanent butt print in the sand.
Val continued searching for Dana.
It was an arduous task.
No, really. Val continued searching for Dana.
And I considered killing Mary.
Happily, on their last day of vacation he found Dana. And Dana was happy to be found. And Val was happy to offer her a position in the home of the three princes. And Dana was happy to accept. And then happy went on strike because it's no one's bitch and it didn't have to put up with this kind of abuse.
On that very same day, Cal decided he had had enough with brooding and there was no need to choose between The Plan and Hal. Nobody'd ever said The Plan couldn't be tweaked to accommodate for princely passions.
Yes, just like that. Out of the blue. Because we don't have time for character development.
Cal vowed to ask his Hal if he would do him the honor of being Mr. Charming-Charming once they were home. Because nothing at all could happen to foul that plan in the interim. Promise.
What Cal didn't know was that Hal was still going on his suicidal tour run with four of his needs completely bottomed out and two more an alarming tomato shade.
And this, my friends, is what happens to a sim who comes home from vacation after a crazy amount of consecutive tours.
For a sim with no playful points, Val sure does find amusement in a lot of things.
Which is not to say he doesn't feel things just as deeply as others. He's very emotional for a guy without any nice points.
Wait, what? I'm not focusing on the right thing?
Of course I am. This is all just a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things. It's a tiny little speedbump. Hal's only mostly dead and that's okay because he's got the greatest thing in the world to live for. You guys, this is known.
Next time: Cal and Val get a dog. Hal would have wanted it.