Schlagwort: sims

Natasha isn’t sure how she ended up in this strange hamlet. She was investigating the disappeareance of her dear friend John when certain circumstances led her to believe that the Capp family might be involved. She applied as a housekeeper for the youngest Capp, Kent, and next thing she knew, she was living far away from Veronaville in a deserted little village. They don’t even have running water and electricity! And if she has to play fetch with her employer one more time…

Perhaps Ajay shouldn’t have wandered out alone and maybe he shouldn’t have trusted the Beakers. Now a creature of the night, he still is getting used to it. His maid Hilly (he is the only one who dares to call her this) works fulltime to make sure that he doesn’t accidently off himself.

Erin Beaker always had a thing for the supernatural, so when an old lady she met offered her to turn her into a witch, she jumped at the chance. Still getting used to her newfound powers, she often causes bigger of smaller mishaps.

Bonehilda has been working as a maid for the magical and undead for quite a long time. She is a hobby painter and photographer (in fact, she took the very pictures you’re looking at) and collects figurines of the popular MySims tv show. She is also pretty good at cleaning in case you couldn’t tell.

A long forgotten family curse and generation after generation of only women being born into the Capp family led to an unpleasant surprise on Kent’s twenty-first birthday, and he was quickly relocated to one of the Capps’ summer houses far, far away. Kent is actually absolutly fine with it, and enjoys long walks and endless games of fetch in the quiet and peaceful country side. And the occasional deer, but that’s totally just a phase.

“Argh, I’m melting!”

“Where am I supposed to get a coffin from?”

“I don’t know, hurry up!”

“…I guess I could ask the Capp guy if we can dig up on of his grandparents and use it…”

“Hurry! Up!”

“Idiot.”

“Better?”

“Yes… What are you doing?”

“Wanna hug?”

“The sun is out and, quite frankly, you’re starting to smell like burnt toast. So you should probably go to your coffin.”

“Oh, I haven’t bought a coffin yet.”

“You… you haven’t bought a coffin yet?" 

"Nope.”

“…I can’t believe I applied on this job.”