6.8 Mirror Mirror

Finals were coming up at school, and Andria was a bundle of stress. At least, she said her stress was all about finals, and she spent a lot of time hitting the books. She began more and more time at the Sample estate until she was there all of her free time — arriving straight from school and leaving late at night to go to bed. She said her Uncle Arma made it impossible to study at home.

It wasn’t such a bad deal either. When Andria was stressed, she cooked, and she was pretty good at it.

Dylan held up his end by cleaning up after her. The kitchen was spotless and smelled delicious most of the time.

For the most part, everyone treated Andria as family.

Even Sawyer. Of course, that meant he accosted her whenever he was in a bad mood to complain that the smells of her cooking were distracting him from his studies.

Andria tried to give as good as she got.

“I saw you eating my cupcakes. It didn’t bother you then!”

“If you weren’t such an idiot, you’d know the appropriate times to cook.”

“Right, right,” Andria retorted. “Smart like you. You’ve already reminded everyone about that.”

Dylan worried about Andria, but she assured him that she wasn’t taking Sawyer’s theatrics too personally.

Instead, he worked on Connery’s training regimen.

Connery was a wary dog, even as a puppy. It wasn’t that easy to gain his trust.

On the other hand, he didn’t seem to be terribly destructive, and he took well to house training.

Riddle, on the other hand, was as loyal as could be.

Dylan wished he could take the old fellow to a dog show, but it wasn’t Riddle’s loyalty that was the problem — it was what was likely to do to anyone he WASN’T loyal to.

It was hard to get the mailman to bring by the mail any more.

Despite his complaining, Sawyer was at the top of his classes in everything. Everything except physical education, but he insisted that shouldn’t even be a school subject.

As Andria’s finals approached, Dylan got more and more excited about her birthday.

He spent time at the nectary, trying to find the perfect gift to celebrate her entry to adulthood.

He came for a gift for his once-and-future-girlfriend, but he stayed for the flavor.

A lifelong passion for nectar was awakened. Nectar was truly the most civilized drink in the Simworld.

Xia was offered a position as an experimental test pilot. She was transferred to the military base at old Tintagel Fortress.

“They keep making me wear this flying monkey suit!” she said to Abby. “I keep saying, ‘More flying! Fewer meetings!’ but nobody listens to me. Don’t you think this hat is absurd?”

“Am I allowed to say yes?” Abby asked, giggling.

“There’s something I want to ask you, Mum,” Abby said, becoming more serious. “You always go out there and get exactly what you want. Have you ever done anything that you were ashamed of?”

Xia gave her daughter a long look. “You want the truth?”

Abby nodded.

Xia signed. “I don’t know if I should admit this to you, but you’re a grown woman. I did a few things that I’d rather not talk about, but I don’t think I’m ashamed of any of them. Very few sims get a chance to shoot themselves out of a cannon at the moon, and I intend to be one of them. When you’re playing those odds, sometimes you have to break the rules, and you absolutely have to make sacrifices. The thing that matters most in the end is your self-respect. You’re the one who has to look at yourself in the mirror.”

Xia looked deeply into the eyes of her only biological daughter. “You’re a good person, Abby. I know that, and I hope you know that. If anyone wants to judge you for your choices, they can answer to me.”

Abby flushed. “Thanks, Mum. It means a lot to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” Xia said. “Seriously, don’t mention it. I’m a military woman. Tenderness is bad for my image.”

“No offense, but your house is getting to be almost as bad for studying as mine,” Andria told Dylan. “I’m going to go study at the library.”

Dylan looked surprised. Things were actually pretty quiet at the Sample Estate that afternoon. “Sure. If you want to drop by for dinner, you’re welcome.”

Andria flashed him a smile. “Sure. I’m pretty sure you’re going to be eating the leftovers I cooked anyway.” She hopped on her bike and headed to Monmouth Archive.

There weren’t many other people there, so she didn’t have to worry about anyone following her down into the stacks.

The stacks were the oldest part of the building, and it was was a very old building. Every wall was covered with old video recordings or much, much older books.

Andria walked directed to the very oldest part of the basement.

She hadn’t been here since her father brought her as a child.

But it didn’t take long to remember where the trick book was.

The switch clicked into place, and the door swung open, slowly and silently.

Andria stepped through to a chamber so old that it made the library look sparkling new. Ages old. You could smell it in the air.

She took a breath and walked past the witchfire torches to the gate of the Vault of Antiquity.

She could barely see the elders, but she knew they were there. “I’m going to tell him,” she said. “If you want to stop me, you’re going to have to do whatever you’re going to do right now.

The sigh of the elders was like the wind through dry leaves. “We know,” they said. “Maybe it’s time. You have our permission.”

Abby was outside, watching the sunset and thinking, when her phone rang.

“I was just going out for a drink,” Nemo Hodgins said on the other end of the line. “Want to join me. I have great news I’d like to discuss in person.”

“Really?” she asked. “Where do you want to meet.”

“You know the Priest’s Pub?”

Abby was in the car and on her way before she hung up the phone.

“What did you want to tell me?” she asked when she saw him. “Did I get the part?”

Nemo grinned. “Let’s sit down and talk over a drink. My treat.”

So Abby had a couple of cocktails. She wasn’t that accustomed to juice, but she knew she’d have to get used to it to live the life she wanted.

She liked the burn, really. But it didn’t take long until her head was swimming just a little.

Nemo strung her along with a teasing light in his eye. Every time she tried to talk about work, he changed the subject.

After drinks, they headed upstairs

And played darts for a while.

Not a game she was best at when she was tipsy.

Nemo trounced her.

“OK, I can’t take it any longer,” Abby said at last. “Stop teasing me. Did I get the part?”

Nemo grinned. “I know a guy who knows a guy who’s doing casting for the new film For Whom the Dog Barks. They have a trainer role you’ll be perfect for. He owes me a favor. I think it’s as good as yours. This could be your big break.”

“What?” Abby asked. “I haven’t auditioned for that film.”

“They’ve seen your other auditions,” Nemo said. “But you’re still going to have to read for the part, and we need to knock it out of the ballpark. Do you have time to meet with me to go over the script?”

Abby nodded. “I’m free whenever you are.”

“Is tonight too soon?” Nemo asked. “I have the script back at my office.”

So they headed back to Nemo’s house once more. They ran into Police Chief William Pierce, in the foyer.

“Abby, meet my roommate,” Nemo said graciously. “He was just on his way out. Weren’t you, Will?”

“This really is a lovely home,” Abby said as she looked around.

“Thanks. It’s William’s, really. He’s old money. Very old, actually. I rent a couple of rooms from him. Now, have a seat in the living room. I want to whip up a little snack for us to study by.”

Abby was left alone in his living room, pacing nervously. She’d been working so hard to get a break. Could this possibly be it? How well did Nemo know the casting team?


She found her way to the bathroom and stared at herself. “You know you want this,” she told her reflection. “What are you willing to sacrifice for it? Have you come this far just to give up? You can make this happen! And you will!

So long as she could look at herself in the mirror, she would be all right.

She made her way back to the living room. Nemo was already there. “I set a fire in the fireplace,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind. It just makes the place so much more cozy.”

“It’s lovely,” Abby said. And it was. The whole house was beautifully decorated.

“Here’s the script,” Nemo said. “It’s not the most brilliant work you’ve ever seen, but right now what we need is to get you some screen time.”

Abby laughed self-consciously. “I know,” she said. “I’ll take what I can get.”

So they ran the rehearsal scenes several times. Abby tried out different character styles. Nemo gave her thoughtful feedback. She slowly grew more confident. The part wasn’t terribly complex. She could do it. It was just a matter of doing it better than anyone else.

On the dozenth run through, Nemo leaned close to her as he recited the lines, and suddenly their lips were touching.

He drew back quickly. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “That was so unprofessional. I just — you just have this incredible presence. I’ve never been so affected by anyone before.”

He drew closer again, caressing her nose with his own. “You’re an amazing woman, Abby. And so beautiful. If you want me to stop, say it. Nobody ever has to know.” His hand was beneath her skirt, stroking her inner thigh as he spoke. It was hard to think.

Then he was kissing her again. Abby’s heart was pounding, her mind racing…

She shut of her thoughts and let it happen.

———

Argh. I’m getting close to the end of this generation in gameplay, and I’m SOOO far behind in posts!

Yeah, when Abby’s boss heart-farted for her the first time they met, it was hard not to let this plot happen.

12 thoughts on “6.8 Mirror Mirror

  1. Oooooh, things are getting more complicated with Abby and Nemo. I'm still thinking he is only in for his own benefit, and I'm worried Abby is getting hurt in the end…

    Andria's disappearance to the library was quite a mystery! I hope that get cleared up a bit soon.

    Also,I love how everybody treats Andria as a family member. She is really already a part of the Samples.

  2. I'm getting nervous about Andria. I really hope she and Dylan stay together (well get back together haha), but there is a bad feeling brewing in my tummy about them.

    This is very suspenseful! πŸ™‚ I can't wait to find out what happens.

  3. BTW: Amhranai, thanks so much for being here and reading! It would be hard to keep going without you.

    Since my comment seem to be fixed, I was going to say that I am just stupidly proud of the secret door to the Vault of Antiquity. I actually came up with a semi-functional use for the bookcase doors.

    The library lot isn't big enough to place the Vault on the grounds. I originally put it on the second floor, under the dome. But I discovered that rabbitholes don't disappear when you go down a floor. So whenever I played in the library, there was this great big Vault blocking my view. So it had to go in the basement. I fixed it when I redesigned Avalon 2.0. Originally, I had a ladder down to a secret basement. Then I remembered the secret doors.

  4. Apparently, Blogspot didn't approve of what you had to say πŸ˜› especially when it came to the complaint.

    Aah, I see the problem. Boy, that sounds complicated! πŸ˜‰ A ladder would have been fun, too, but I really like the secret door in the middle of the bookshelves. Also, you described really well how she remembered that door from a long time ago, something that couldn't have been transferred as easily to a ladder. Surely you would have come up with something, but it wouldn't have been the same. This way was perfect.

    Aww, thanks πŸ™‚ I really enjoy reading your legacy/legacies.Not only is it a great distraction from all the work I'm actually supposed to be doing, but you write so well that I always feel like I'm in a different world for a few minutes. I also want to start playing and writing right after I read your newest chapters. (Actually, I could even pull that off in the library, where I currently am, because apparently no other student in the entire town needs to study on the weekend….completely empty, except for me.)

    Just saw that you posted another update already, I'm off to reading!

    BTW: that goes vice versa, of course! If none of you guys read and commented on my chapters, I would have few motivation to go on, too.

  5. Ahhh…now things are beginning to make much more sense! This is the first of the chapters I missed; I've been a little spoilered with what's up with Andria, but still intrigued! Abby, NOOO…I knew that Nemo Hodgins was up to no good!!!!

  6. ARGH! I just found both of your comments in my to-moderate bin. Somehow, I thought that Blogger would, you know, NOTIFY ME when I had a comment to moderate. Especially when I get an email notification when I receive a published comment.

    I've been feeling so unloved. Nobody seemed to be reading my posts.

    Poor Abby. Such a bad decision.

  7. Sorry that I've been MIA Susan. I've had a LOT of health issues. I've had so many scans, X-Rays and Blood Tests I feel like a test subject. Combine this with moving to a new library and planning for NYC, my head has not been on straight. Hopefully I'm back now, well as far as reading at any rate!

  8. No judgement against you Jo! It's hard to accept that there are more important things in life than Sims, but you've had a long list of them.

    I do hope all that medical drama is leading you to a good treatment for those health issues.

  9. I'm so concerned about Abby. Nemo is out for one thing, and he's never going to help her get her big break. The fact that he not only doesn't have an office, but he doesn't even own his own home in no way shouts success. Xia needs to kick his arse!

    Just what secret is Andria hiding? I'm really intrigued.

  10. This chapter was full of surprises! I’m really curious who are the Elders and what is it that Andria has the permission to do now. What is her secret? I hope it won’t damage her relationship with Dylan. Also, the secret door is really cool, it fits the old library perfectly!

    Sawyer gives everyone such a hard time! Poor Andria! He’s never going to be the ideal brothe-in-law.

    And Abby? What is she doing?! I’m really afraid it’s going to end bad. Nemo doesn’t look like a serious person. He’s obviously taking advantage of her with no intention of helping her become a movie star. Poor Abby.

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