Update: My attempt to fill San Myshuno with fun Townies seems to have worked, to some degree.
The new city dwellers seemed to have taken a pass on their first opportunity to visit the Romance Festival, which was undoubtedly the lamest Sims festival I've ever seen. One married couple were there, but the husband has a horrid combination of traits that makes him an absolute jerk and the wife spent her time running back and forth from the karaoke bar to the swag kiosk. Even the Love Guru decided to take the night off.
Meanwhile, the game spawned an especially grotesque cast of Townies. They weren't even dressed badly enough to be funny. They were simply annoying. As my daughter put it so well, "That was awful. We need to rename this Loserfest."
The next day's Flea Market was more successful. Two of my Townies set up tables and hawked lamps and sculptures. Another, whom I made a skilled guitarist, played a set while the marketgoers tossed Simoleons to him. Another new San Myshunian, a very attractive woman who moved in to the Old Salt House with her daughter's young family, seemed to enjoy showing off her new tattoo.
And Rohan Rosenthal arrived late, wearing his iconic reindeer antlers hat despite the midsummer heat, and danced like nobody was watching.
A good time was indeed had by all.
