Maybe it's just me, but I expect to see two sims playing in the sprinklers in the next shot.
That's pretty much what I expected to be showing you. But then a message popped up on the screen saying that Incubus had noticed it was suddenly becoming darker.
Me: Oh, no! Quick - everybody into the house! Run! Flee! Flee!
Incubus: Flea? Where? When did I last have a bath? Oh, I hate that flea treatment! Wait! Wait for Incubus!
And then the heavens opened up:
And I couldn't tell if the gardeners had made it safely into the house or not. As the conflagration continued, I sat there wondering how the case managers were going to feel about their Sims coming home in a box.
I think a sprinkler scene with Frank would be so great. Kind of like a single moment that helps show how far he's come. Plus it'd look cool.
It would have been great. Sadly, it's not going to happen. When the heavens finally stopped raining destruction, this is what was left of the garden:
All the art supplies on the balcony above were turned into scrap. But I see from the picture above that Incubus's ball survived. And fortunately, so did Charissa, Frank, and Incubus. But this is the second near-disaster we've had at the Treatment Centre in the first two weeks. Is there a curse on the place? I'd like to think we've had our run of bad luck and now things will get better, but I suspect that's wishful thinking.