A Slice of (Un)Life

When night was falling again, Gavin knew what he wanted. Or rather, what he HAD to do, because that new path of his wasn't exactly one that he wanted to pursue:

GIVE BACK TO THE COMMUNITY
(Reach Charisma 3 and Donate 5 times)

Selfish Gavin didn't wish to become a community benefactor. He was simply worldwise enough to know that this was how stories went. You died, but didn't quite end up in hell, so you turned around and did some good deeds, bamm, back to life it was! It was worth a try, he thought.

Problem: Gavin still suffered from the +99 Uncomfortable from Overheating moodlet that killed him. He couldn't use the mirror or library books to raise his Charisma and to level that skill naturally, he needed to be in a Happy mood to unlock "Brighten Day" or "Heartfelt Compliment".

The only means left to get Charisma up was a party. A gold tier party.

His first wish, a life in all comforts, had whisked him away to London, so Gavin assumed that he could will himself back to Detroit to work on the second wish. It worked, sort of at least, because the ghost found himself not in a trendy party location, but in the house of Hank Anderson. 

Whatever the universe had been thinking, Gavin was confident that he could work with this new situation. Couldn't be too difficult to send out invitations to a Kava party in Hank's name and make it a roof-raiser, right? Hank was well-liked and he, Gavin, was competent! 

I play Gavin as invisible and silent. Sims will notice the air growing colder and a tiny gust when Gavin moves, but only those that can speak Death Dialect will be able to meaningfully communicate with him. Therefore nobody noticed the ghost in their midst, except for Hank's skilled in Thanatology son.

Sixten: "What's with the floating cup in the kitchen? It looked as if it toasted you?"

Hank: "If you'd seen double, you'd been in trouble now for sampling something you shouldn't have, junior. But seeing something that isn't there in the first place? I have to believe you."

By now Gavin's +99 Overheated moddlet had lessened to a more regular +1 that he can easily override. 

The moment he could think of something other than the temperature, Gavin asked a dark fairy to teach him wordplay and tricks. A fairy in black ninja robes! It was real weird what floated around the aether, now that Gavin was able to see beyond what mortal eyes were able to!

The party could have went better, but at least it ended at Silver tier and didn't destroy Hank's reputation. Sweaty and hungry, Gavin decided to linger in Hank's house after the event. The ick-factor of a low on hygiene ghost was something, especially for that ghost. A shower was called for!

Hank: "Alright, that's strange. I've seen dripping showers before, but this stream looks as if something is bathing under it. STOP THAT, creature of the nether! You're not welcome here!"

Hank also repeatedly shoo'd Gavin from the stove when he was trying to make himself a toast.

What was this man thinking who he was? People like the Tico family freely sheltered those down on their luck, they shared what little they had, but this man with his house and the five digit savings begrudged a homeless ghost a sandwich? Maybe, just maybe, there was something to this "give back to the community" thing, after all... If only because right now Gavin found himself at the receiving end of cold heartedness. 

Gavin's frustration manifested in the form of a crimson aura and flickering light, but that was already as far as it went, because all of a sudden he found himself tossed out and unable to return even with his ghost powers. One would think such things happened to vampires only!

An encounter with a ghostly merchant and a little grave robbing later, Gavin had amassed 455 simoleons - time to get to donating to complete his soul journey!