My Sims Love Affair: The Banks Dynasty

Quincy: Excuse me...are you the librarian here?

Librarian: Yes, I’m Yasmin. How can I help you?

Quincy: My name is Quincy...and I know this may be a long shot, but I was wondering if you knew anything about this whole possession mess.

Yasmin: Why would you think I’d know anything?

Quincy: Well...I was told that a bunch of the scientists who used to work for that lab in the crater hang out here now. I was hoping you’ve overheard something that can get me deeper into that lab.

Yasmin: So you’re the one who’s been poking around in there. The scientists seem to be completely up in arms about it.

Quincy: I’m the one...so, can you help me?

Yasmin: I can’t...but I know who can. In fact, here she comes now...

Yasmin: *stands up* This is who you should talk to. This is Makenna Main...one of the lead scientists in town and a good friend of mine. Makenna...this is Quincy. You might be interested in what he has to say. I’ll leave you to it. *walks away*

Quincy: To make a long story short...I’m very close to figuring out what’s going on in town. But I need a safe way to get deeper into that lab.

Makenna: You need to leave this whole thing alone. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.

Quincy: Maybe not. I’m just trying to clean up the mess you all made and I’ll do it with or without your help.

Makenna: *deep sigh* Okay...you’ll need a hazmat suit - with a special spore filter. We could make the filter...but first we need you to analyze some of the spores.

Quincy: How do I do that?

Makenna: You’ll need an infection scanner...the one thing we don’t have. Those were created by the military...so you’ll have to get one from a high ranking officer. Get us an infection profile from the spores you collect...and we can make you a filter.

Quincy: So...hazmat suit, infection scanner and infection profile. I’ll get what you need!

Heads to the 8 Bell…

Quincy: Sergeant McCollum! Just who I was looking for.

Sergeant McCollum: What can I do for you soldier?

Quincy: I need an infection scanner.

Sergeant McCollum: That’s awfully direct.

Quincy: Can you get one for me?

Sergeant McCollum: Absolutely not! You shouldn’t even know about them. It’s classified information.

Quincy: What can I do to make it unclassified?

Sergeant McCollum: Nothing...and I suggest you avoid bringing it up again.

Quincy: Sergeant...you’re the one who told me how to get into the lab.

Sergeant McCollum: I have no idea what you’re talking about...please lower your voice.

Quincy: *lowered persistent tone* I’m real close to solving this thing, sir. And I know you want to see it solved.

Sergeant McCollum: I-I just can’t help you.

Quincy: Then I’ll look elsewhere *walks away*

Sergeant McCollum: *calls after him* Do you give up that easily soldier? If you can convince me...I’ll give you what you need.

Quincy: Sir, if that big ass cloud behind you and all these spores and other crap flying through the air isn’t enough to convince you to help...I don’t know what will. If I don’t get this thing solved...this whole town will be possessed within a week.

Sergeant McCollum: *hands over an infection scanner* We’re counting on you soldier.

Quincy: Erwin! My man...boy am I glad to see you.

Erwin: Kurt told me that he gave you the keycard.

Quincy: Yes...and some real messed up stuff went on in that lab. *fills Erwin in on what he’s found*

Quincy: *after telling story* Anyway...I can’t get any further into the lab without a hazmat suit. You strike me as the type of person who’d have one.

Erwin: I do...in fact. But I don’t know how helpful it’ll be without some sort of spore filter.

Quincy: Already working on that! I just need the suit.

Erwin: *looks around for witnesses* Then it’s yours!