6.27 Ordinary People

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Well, that was the end of Justin Mai. Abby called him up and told him what she thought of him.

It was liberating, really. Her instincts had told her something was wrong. She trusted them, and it was the right thing. Maybe she could trust herself after all.

Still, it would be nice to meet someone her instincts felt good about.

Abby also sent a not to Dion, confessing that Justin had propositioned her. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him to his face. It was just too awkward. He at least had the story. It was up to him to decide whether he believed it or what to do about it.

Andria found Dylan in the dining room. She pounced on him triumphantly. “I made something! You’re going to love it!”

She dragged a perplexed and curious Dylan to the upstairs bathroom, where there was a brightly-colored crate waiting. It was the size of an adult sim.

Dylan had a sudden flash of foreboding. “Andria, what is this?” he asked.

Andria pulled a huge key from her dress pocket. “Just the best thing my alchemy has done for our household!” she said. “Behold!”

Andria unlocked the door and stepped back. It creaked open.

Dylan took one look. The he had to look away.

“What is it?” he demanded.

“A maid!” Andria said. “You won’t have to worry about the house turning into a pit with three children.”

“You raised the dead to clean our house??”

“What? Oh!” Andria laughed. “No, Bonehilda was never alive. She’s just bits of old magic stitched together. She just looks like a walking skeleton.”

“I’m not sure I can let a walking skeleton clean my house,” Dylan insisted.

Andria waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, relax. Give her a chance. You’ll get used to the way she looks, and then you’ll never want to put her back in her box.”

Dylan really hoped so.

Abby was feeling better, and she thought she’d give the paparazzi something to photograph.

“Hey,” he called. “Can I talk to you?”

No paparazzi had ever tried to interact with her. Abby shrugged. “Sure.”

He walked swiftly up to her, looking around as if trying to be sure nobody was watching.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” he asked.

“What?” Abby asked.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you for ages, but it’s kind of against my job. Please? If you don’t like it, I won’t bother you again.”

Abby couldn’t help but laugh.

“All right,” she said. “You can take me out right now.”

He took her to The Round Table, which was a nice touch.

At first he seemed so shocked that she’d said yes that he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“All right,” Abby began. “Tell me why you’re willing to risk your job to ask me out.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of creep,” he said.

“You’re a paparazzi,” Abby pointed out.
“All right, fair enough. I like to think of myself as an ordinary guy with a creepy job.”
His name was Thomas Mosely, and his story was endearing in an uncomfortable sort of way. He’d been photographing Abby for gossip magazines since around the time of the Nemo Hodgins scandal, and he’d gotten to know her from afar.
“You’re a nice person,” Thomas said. “My pictures have been used to say some nasty stuff, and I’d like a chance to make it up to you.
“I don’t know what to say,” Abby admitted.
“If you don’t say no, then I figure this went pretty well,” Thomas said with a self-deprecating smile. 


“If you’ll excuse me now, I have to go to work. Would you let me have a picture before I go?”

It was the strangest date Abby had ever been on, and that was saying something.

Things were a bit rocky at home. Edmund might be detached and gloomy, but he took his responsibilities very seriously.

Victoria, on the other hand, tended to whatever seemed good at the time. When she was caught wandering the beach during school hours and brought home by the police, Andria was beside herself.

She gave Victoria a blistering lecture. Victoria promised she would never do anything like that again.

They made up quickly, though. Victoria showed her her mother the first hints at a growing magical talent.

Andria was overjoyed.

Sawyer tended his plant, mostly after hours when Andria wouldn’t notice and bother him. He only stepped on some of Andria’s produce. He was sure she wouldn’t notice.

Bonehilda cleaned.

For someone who looked as gruesome as she did, she was remarkably good at going about her work without bothering anyone.

Anton Pierce invited Abby out for a private lunch, where he offered her the lead in his new movie.

Abby didn’t hesitate. Of course she said yes.

If she didn’t grab an opportunity like this, she might never get another chance. If a renowned director like Anton Pierce wanted to work with her, she’d really made it.

And that’s how Abby found herself signing autographs at a nightclub on her birthday.

The film’s production schedule was aggressive. When she wasn’t filming, she was doing publicity events. It was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.

At least this was a good crowd to celebrate with.



“A round of drinks for everyone on the studio’s expense account!”

It really was a great night for a birthday. A band was playing.

There was plenty of laughing and dancing.



On her way out of the bathroom, she ran into someone who tickled her memory.

“I know this sounds like a pickup line,” she said, “but haven’t we met before?”

The man looked uncomfortable. “I know who you are. I was actually at your house the other day for an, um, attemped burglary.”

Abby thought. “Wait, you’re the police officer who came to arrest the burglar?”

He gave a little bow. “Officer Chaim Erickson, at your service.”

A police officer. She was way out of his league. And it was a shame, too. He was so attractive. “Well, thanks for coming to help me promote my movie,” Abby said.

Chaim gave her a puzzled look. “Promote your what?”

“My movie? Anton Pierce directing? That’s what this whole event is about.”

“I don’t really watch a lot of movies. I just came by for a drink after work.”

Abby couldn’t contain her astonishment. “You’ve really never heard of Anton Pierce? He directed Mobile Maneater. It won the Simmy for best picture last year. He’s kind of a superstar.”

Chaim shrugged. “They’re just movies,” he said. “Would you like to dance?”

A successful actress and a police officer? It was absurd to think about. Abby knew she shouldn’t lead him on. Yet she found herself saying yes.

They danced.


And danced. And talked. And danced. Abby was so used to talking about the movie industry that she had to work to find topics of conversation that interested them both. It was… refreshing, actually.

“You’re pretty amazing,” Chaim said. He looked into her eyes, and she couldn’t look away.

“You — you are too,” Abby said, and she realized she meant it.

Then it was time to leave. Abby’s casting call would come too soon. 
“I had a nice time,” she said as the parted at the door.


“Can I see you again?” Chaim asked. “Are you doing anything for Love Day? Is that too forward?”

“I have Love Day off,” Abby admitted. “I could meet you at the fairgrounds.”

Chaim’s face lit up in a bright smile. “That would be perfect. I’ll see you then, Abby the Actress.”

———-

Bonehilda! This is the first time I got to play with her!!

This post ended up being almost all Abby. Too much happened to her too close together. As you might guess, she’s very close to reaching her LTW, so she was getting a lot of simgod attention.

She got a date call from Thomas Mosley the paparazzi. He’s been spamming her with attraction notifications every time they’re both on the lot — which is often — for most of her YA life. I thought I’d see if they hit it off. He was called back to work abruptly after getting his food. Those paparazzi.

I do want to point out that Abby is a Snob, which is why I wrote her automatically dismissing the idea of dating a cop. But her birthday also triggered a Midlife Crisis, so I’m going to guess she’s willing to entertain some changes in her worldview.

12 thoughts on “6.27 Ordinary People

  1. So even though she's a snob and a successful actress, her heart felt good about Chaim. I like your title for this update!

    The conversation about Bonehilda was really funny, which is fitting, since it is Bonehilda. I'm so glad you finally got to play her, and it sounds like she's actually quite unobtrusive.

    I didn't mind it being about Abby, and good luck with finishing off the LTW.

  2. In gameplay, she just finished it. I usually keep spares in the household long enough to finish their LTW, then I move them out. That tends to make the household pretty crowded, but I have a hard time letting my characters go without some success. Plus it's good for legacy points :).

    In this particular case, though, I was talked into a sort of joint heirship. Sawyer may not move out. In gameplay, he's not quite done with his LTW, but he's close. I'll have to see how the game/story goes.

    I'm glad you appreciated Bonehilda!

  3. A normal guy who doesn't care who Abby is and what she does? Sounds like exactly what she needs. Abby sometimes has a problem with arrogance, and someone so normal will keep her grounded. Plus, he's a hottie!

    What is Sawyer up to?

  4. I love Bonehilda! So handy and not nearly as creepy as those butlers.

    Abby really should seriously consider Chaim. Her luck within her industry has not been good.

  5. Oh wow, that was a bit unexpected! πŸ™‚ But I am so glad Abby finally found someone who adores her just as much as she deserves it. So far, she has had soooo much bad luck!

  6. I’m happy to see that the luck was on Abby’s side this time. Sometimes, ordinary people doing ordinary things are exactly what can make the movie stars happy. Let’s hope that Abby and Chaim can hit it off! She needs someone who will love here’s for who she is πŸ™‚

  7. Augh, yay!! I love Chaim already. His last name certainly doesn’t hurt, either. Abby needs someone like him in her life, someone more down to earth and who will see her for who she is, and not just WHAT she is. If that makes sense. :-p

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