Andria was sleeping better these days. The bed was big and empty, but it was comfortable and familiar.
She also rediscovered her old passions.
There were still alchemy
And even more fun, new cooking techniques!
Old Connery spent most of his time sleeping, but he slept like a king.
And Winston practiced… and performed… and practiced performing.
At home, in private, while he was nursing sore muscles, he might call his mentor Tyrone Biggs a slave driver, but he made sure that never happened where the acrobatics guru could hear him.
How many mentors forced their apprentices to balance on a wet, slippery ball on a chill rainy day? If I catch my death of cold, it will be all his fault, Winston stewed as his hand slipped yet again and he barely avoided falling on his head. Or a cracked skull. He’s going to give me traumatic brain injury, that’s what.
Biggs, however, was finally starting to be impressed by what he saw.
As the rain cleared and the sun began to set, Winston was still thinking murderous thoughts as he juggled, but Biggs was wreathed in smiles.
“I think I’ve seen enough,” Tyrone said.
Winston broke his concentration and let the batons fall around him to the stage. “You mean I can stop?” he asked. “Finally?” Every part of his body ached.
“Yeah, come down,” Tyrone said.
Winston gathered up has equipment and sloshed soggily to his mentor. He could already guess the mistakes that Biggs was going to point out, but he had no energy to try again today.
He was taken completely by surprise, then, when Biggs grabbed his hand and shook it. “Bravo,” he said. “You were amazing.”
Winston blinked. “I was what?”
“I think you are officially better than I was at my peak,” Tyrone continued. “I have nothing more to teach you. From here on out, I can no longer be your mentor. Consider us peers.”
“Wow!” Vickie said when he had told her the story. “Congratulations! You’re in the big time now!”
“I don’t know,” Winston said slowly. “Now it’s just me. I don’t have anyone to help me improve. What if I can’t go any further without Bigg’s guidance?”
“That’s nonsense,” Vickie said firmly. “I’ve seen you up there. You’re great. You can push yourself just as hard and Biggs ever did.”
Winston let himself relax. “Yeah, thanks sis.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” she said. “Now you go take a shower and get out of those soggy clothes before you catch your death of cold.”
Winston grinned. “Glad to know you still think I can take care of myself.”
On a bright, sunny morning, Vickie answered the call of the sea. The wreck of the Mango Marauder still held some secrets, and she planned to spend the afternoon investigating.
Once she slipped into the water, however, her plans changed.
Something… someone… surfaced nearby.
Mermaids in Avalon? Vickie thought of them as creatures who preferred to live in tropical climates.
“H- hello?” she said. “Are you new here? Welcome to Avalon?”
The mermaid held her gaze for another long moment. He was almost close enough to touch.
Then he dove, brushing lightly against her as he swam swiftly away.
Vickie watched as he dropped out of sight below the water. “Wow,” she said. “That was weird.”
Avalon Gossip column:
Rod’s rebound relationship with cougar Claire James ended in a shouting match like almost every relationship Claire has dated for three generations.
After which, she finally said the last goodbye to the neighborhood. She didn’t slow down to the very end. I assume she got what she wanted and enjoyed kicking guys to the curb. She sure didn’t like them clingy.
One afternoon, while she was placing some of her diving discoveries for sale at the consignment store, Vickie heard a familiar voice call her name. “Victoria Sample, is that you?”
She turned around to find Danial Ibari.
“There you are!” he exclaimed when their eyes met. “How the heck are you? It’s been too long.”
Vickie took a half-step back. Was this really Danial. He was grinning from ear to ear. When they’d last spoken, he was a shell of a man after his wife Sandra died. She’d been giving him space. “Wow,” she managed. “You look amazing.”
“It’s great to hear that because I feel amazing,” Danial said. “Life is really looking up. I still miss Sasha, but there’s so much living still to do.”
“I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that,” Vickie said. “I was really worried about you. You deserve the very best in life.”
She remembered how Danial had felt crying on her shoulder as she held him at Sasha’s funeral. They’d really had a connection then. Then she’d let Roderick monopolize her time. What a mistake that turned out to be.
“You were with me when I hit bottom,” Danial said. “I never got a chance to thank you.”
Vickie flushed. “I didn’t think about it that way,” she said. “You’re just… you’re a great guy, Danial.”
“I know you understand that part of me died with Sasha. I feel like I’m on my second life now. I have my beautiful daughter with Sasha. You have to meet her, Vickie! And now I’m getting married again!”
“I’m so glad–” Vickie began. “You’re what?”
“I know it’s kind of sudden,” Danial said. His eyes were alight, and the words came out in a rush. “I met Devon Marmalade right after my little girl was born, and we just clicked. She has a huge family, and they adopted me. It’s like all the loneliness was the price I had to pay for this moment.”
“Wow…” Vickie said. “I’m so happy for you.”
After she escaped from the consignment store, Vickie spent the rest of the afternoon with Connery. At least their love for each other was simple and easy to understand.
“You don’t think I missed out with Danial, do you boy? Of course not! I don’t need a guy right now. When I want a boyfriend, there are plenty of single guys out there to find.”
Connery was very supportive.
Was she ready, though? Vickie could never really remember feeling lonely. Attention from boys always ended up awkward. They seemed to want something she couldn’t give. But she could imagine what it would be like to have a partner — a real partner — and it was nice. It just seemed like such a remote fantasy.
The next day dawned bright and beautiful.
“When is the last time I took you out sailing?” she asked Andria.
“I think the last time was never,” Andria said.
“Well, that’s a mistake I plan to fix right now,” Vickie said. “Bring your fishing rods. There’s a lot more I want to learn.”
Edmund rang the doorbell at Marisela’s Flynn’s house and tapped his foot as he waited. She had invited him here, but he couldn’t help feeling nervous anyway.
The door opened, and a scowling man walked out onto the front step. He didn’t say anything.
“I’m looking for… Marisela?” Edmund said nervously.
The man nodded his head and stepped aside.
“Edmund!” Marisela said. “I’m so glad you could come! I see you met my partner Brock.”
Edmund’s eyes darted over to Brock, looming at them just out of reach. “I guess I have now,” he said.
“Things happened so fast when you… turned me back,” Marisela said. “I didn’t really thank you the way I should have.”
“The look on your face was all the thanks I needed,” Edmund said. “The truth is that I didn’t know if I could do it. The Fae Council didn’t know if it could be done. The whole thing might have come to nothing. I hope I could have avoided hurting you.”
“I was ready to take the risk,” Marisela said. “You’re the first sim who ever tried to release me from my undead cage.”
“Was it really a cage to you?” Edmund asked. “I have revived other vampires now, and they all seem relieved. I did not expect that.” He didn’t exactly say that he had been reviving them without their consent, but that understanding hung between them.
“You don’t know what it feels like to be a creature of the night,” Marisela said. Her face looked haunted.” Old sims who sought it out for immortality have had time to regret. I had given up hope.”
“I’m forever grateful for your trust,” Edmund said. “And, uh, Brock, can I help you?”
Brock pushed his way into the conversation. “Hey, did you hear the one about the sim who went to the park and put his car in his pocket?” he rumbled.
“It’s… a joke?” Edmund said.
“Oh dear,” Marisela said. “Don’t let my husband bother you. He has a strange sense of humor.”
“No, really,” Brock insisted. “I have a million of ’em.”
Edmund couldn’t remember when he’d laughed so hard. Some of it was relief, but the guy really was funny. “You’re a great guy, Brock,” he said.
“Because of you, we’re going to have a baby!” Marisela said. “We’ve wanted a family for so long. Please come visit when she’s born. If you’re willing, we’d like you to be our child’s godfather.”
“Wow,” Edmund said. “I’d be honored.”
[Brock’s face! He looked so scary, but all he wanted to do was tell jokes.]
After their house was destroyed, Manisha and her husband Ash had a messy divorce. They now shared custody of their adopted daughter and lived on opposite sides of Avalon — as far apart as they could manage on the island. Manisha reverted to her maiden name of Kapoor.
Ash Sample-Baerwyn wasn’t as easy to track down as she has expected. He had an active Internet life of conspiracy theories about asteroid threats, but when he left his house, his behavior was fairly random.
On evening after work, Gamora finally found him out dancing at a local beach club.
He and his date seemed to be getting on well, and that was inconvenient.
Gamora needed to get rid of her, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it. While she was scheming, Ash’s date seemed to remember something and dashed away.
Well, that was much more convenient.
She remembered the disguise as if she’d used it yesterday. It was strange to pull this identity back on. She’d never expected to use it again.
“Mr. Sample-Baerwyn!” she called out. “I’m so surprised to see you here!”
Ash turned and stared at her. “Wow,” he said. “You’re the one who started it all. Where did you disappear to? What is your name?”
“I found your asteroid apocalypse page online,” Gamora said. “I never imaged so many people would believe that an asteroid was coming to destroy our planet!”
“You opened my eyes,” Ash said. “Did you know that my house was destroyed by a meteor a few days after I spoke to you?”
Gamora managed a believable gasp. “Oh no! Was everyone all right?”
“Nobody was injured,” he said. “I knew then that we are all doomed. We have to enjoy our last days as much as we can, and to heck with the future.”
Yup… that’s definitely how he ended up divorced.
Gamora grimaced. “Well, about that….” she said.
Ash looked alarmed. “Is it coming?” he demanded. “What do you know?”
She looked down and cranked up her pheromone release as much ash she could. Breathe out, breathe in, hope he would be suggestible enough…. “The asteroid has changed course. We’re all saved.”
“What!” Ash said. “How could that happen? We’re all doomed!”
“It’s the new Astrophysics research facility,” Gamora said. “Did you hear about it?”
“That place?” he said. “I heard about it. Great big deep space telescope by the science facility. Built from a grant from some rich science snob named Sample. We’re probably related. What about it?”
“It was founded because astrophysicists read your website,” Gamora said. “They believed you and went looking for a way to solve the planet. A new probe just reached the asteroid and pushed it on a course to the sun instead.”
“You’re a hero, Mr. Sample-Baerwyn.”
Ash was dumbfounded. “You. What. That can’t be right.”
“It is! You saved the planet! If you don’t believe me, send your followers to read the records at the Astrophysics lab.” If they looked, and Gamora wasn’t entirely sure they would, she’d left plenty of clues for good conspiracy-theorists to find.
“We’re not all going to die,” he said mechanically.
“We’re not going to die,” Gamora repeated. “Thank you for everything you’ve done. You gave us hope again.”
Ash blinked, as if the entire world was too confusing for him to understand anymore. “My wife and daughter…” he murmured.
“You should give them a call, Mr. Sample-Baerwyn,” Gamora said. “I’m sure they want to hear from you.”
“But, who are you?” Ash asked again.
“Don’t worry about me,” Gamora said. “I’m nobody. Just a concerned astrophysicist.”
Woo, this one wasn’t easy to write either, but a lot happened!
Every time someone walked into the house, they could feel the void of Dylan’s absence.
Andria threw herself into holding her children together. Whenever she saw them, she had a hug to offer or a kind word.
“You’ve been staying out so late,” she told Edmund. “You need to take care of yourself. It’s going to be all right.”
“I’m all right, Mum,” Edmund assured her. “It’s not really about Dad. I miss him, but there’s work I just have to do.”
“I hope it’s good work,” Andria said. “You’re looking so haggard.”
“It is good,” Edmund said, but he didn’t take the hint to tell her what he was doing.
Edmund was focused on cleaning up Avalon’s night. It was the most powerful affirmation of life he could think of.
He found Anton Pierce’s brother William at the beach house at midnight.
When Edmund walked into the building, he and William stared at each other for a long moment.
“Are you all right,” he companion Monica asked, looking frightened. “Should we leave? William?”
William suddenly nodded. “Anton said you’d come for me,” he said. “I’ve had enough. I’m ready.”
“I”m ready to sleep for the first time in many lifetimes,” he said. “Stand back, Monica.”
“William!” Monica said, her voice rising, “What are you doing? Are you sure?”
“I’m ready,” Williams said. He covered his eyes and waited.
Edmund called the magic to his fingers and whispered the words.
“It’s done,” he said. The one-time-vampire took a deep, shuddering breath — the first in a long time.
William said nothing more. He looked to Monica, who was watching wide-eyed from across the room.
They walked out of the beach house together, leaving Edmund alone.
Winston threw himself into his work.
The pub Fiddler’s Green offered him a contract for a series of Friday night performances.
He accumulated a few devoted fans, though he didn’t fill up the pub the way the proprietor was hoping.
Gamora didn’t consider herself terribly close to Uncle Dylan. She was buried in research in her new lab, and she didn’t learn of his passing until days later.
She emerged triumphantly, her eyes wild, holding a vial of glowing liquid.
“Now I just need to test it!” she declared. And who better to test it on than herself.
It felt good.
Aunt Abby found her standing on the grounds of the science complex. “We’ve been looking for you,” she said without preamble. “Why haven’t you been answering your phone? Wait — what did you do to yourself?”
“You look like in you’re in a bad mood,” Gamora said with a fiendish grin. “I can help with that.”
“Of course I’m in a bad mood. If you’d just answer your phone– Wait!”
It was too late. Gamora wasn’t really listening.
Abby stood for a moment, disoriented, as the effect washed over her.
“Does it feel good?” Gamora demanded. “I need to know. For science!”
“Groovy,” Abby said slowly. “Except there was something I needed to tell you about your uncle…”
Afterward, Gamora had some other ideas about what to do with her concoction.
“I bet I can blow the biggest bubble!”
“Whoa. I didn’t see that coming…”
Vickie escaped to the place she felt most at home. But she also was not quite herself. She knew what to do when she found a shark circling in the water — swim away slowly and nonthreateningly.
But just that moment, everything seemed pointless.
The shark swam away with a bruised nose, and Vickie with a few scrapes and a valuable shark tooth she sold in consignment.
It could easily have gone the other way, though. While her heart was still pounding from the fight, she stopped for a moment to take stock. She missed her dad, but she intended to live a good long time still.
She’d been locked inside her own grief for too long. It was time to think about someone else’s needs.
Vickie found her mom standing outside, fishing in a downpour.
“Hey mom,” she said. “You’re soaked to the bone. Come inside you catch cold, and I’ll make you some hot tea.”
“It’s all right,” Andria said. “The rain feels good, and the fish are biting. Look at this catch!”
“If you’re sure you want to stay out, would you like some company?” Vickie asked.
“You’ve never fished before,” Andria said.
“Could you teach me?” Vickie asked.
They returned home in the evening, soaked to the bone, and dried off over a warm dinner.
“You don’t have to be alone without Dad,” Vickie told her. “You’ve always been here for us, but we can be here for you too.”
“I know,” Andria said. “Thank you.”
Bummer of a post, but at least I’m through it.
Avalon gossip column:
Hunter’s unicorn pal has been kicking around in Avalon for generations, but all things come to and end in this game, even unicorns apparently.
Winston missed out on Paulette Callender. She got over her crush on him and married Java Weaver, my simself’s bastard kid with Tewl Langurd. I’m sure THAT will go well….
Java is in the Education career, and he sucks at it. I keep seeing him get promoted and then demoted. Paulette is in sports, and I haven’t seen anything about her in ages.
Townie adventures were all about the Langurds, it turns out. Sam’s simself also said goodbye in the most melodramatic way possible. She kicked her on-again, off-again boy-toy Stephan out of the house while she was on her deathbed.
And immediately after:
Sam has two young kids — a teen Claudia and a child Tammie. I think they were conceived by Sam’s male partner(s) at the time — who might or might not have been Stephan. They both seem to be yellow hair and gold skin, which I’m pretty sure was Sam’s combination, so I’m not going to get visuals to tell me who their dad was.
Using her new enormous wealth, Gamora founded the Avalon Astronomical Society and funded a deep-space research facility.
She also began a research program into the scientific underpinnings of fulfillment and happiness.
This involved a lot of experiments around laughter.
“Whatever that is, don’t point it at me,” Aunt Abby said, backing away.
“It’s not going to hurt you,” Gamora said. “It’s part of my observational research into laughter.”
“I’m to tired to laugh,” Abby said. “Our son Hans is running us ragged. I’m not sure what we were thinking, waiting this long to adopt.”
“None of us had any idea what you were thinking,” Gamora pointed out.
“”He’s a great kid,” Abby said. “We’re just…. really tired. A lot.”
Roderick’s face lit up when he saw her walking toward him across the market square. “You look amazing,” he said.
Vickie blushed. “I look the same as I do every day,” she said.
“That’s what I mean,” Rod said. “Amazing. Sometimes I just can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.”
“Come on!” he said beckoning her into the movie. “This movie is by an indie director who has really inspired me. His use of the colors red and blue are just revolutionary.”
Victoria hesitated outside and took a couple of deep breaths.
“Oh hey,” Rod said as she sat down beside him. “What kept you? The movie is starting.”
“I just needed a little air,” Victoria said.
“See what I mean about the color red?” he murmured to her as the film rolled. “The symbolism is really profound. And wait till you see what he does with blue.”
Rod continued his narrative about how the color filters and cinematography demonstrated the movie’s message. Vickie nodded at the right places. Her thoughts were scattered, and it was hard to track what was happening on the screen anyway. She was grateful Rod didn’t expect her to have any opinions on the director’s style.
When the movie was over, Rod sprang out of his seat. “Why don’t we have a drink at the bookstore coffeeshop and talk about the film?” he said. “I’ve been talking your ear off. I’d love to hear what you think.”
“Maybe a drink is a good idea,” Vickie said.
“It’ll be my treat,” Rod said with a grin. “I can still do some of that boyfriend stuff.”
Before he reached the barista, Vickie knew she couldn’t let this go on any longer.
“Rod, wait,” she said. He turned around in surprise at the sound of her voice. “I… I really like you, Rod, but this isn’t working out.”
Rod froze and stared at her. She could see the shock and the beginning of heartbreak plan on his face.
“Are you breaking up with me?” he asked.
“I– yes, I am,” Vickie said, trying to make her voice firm. “It’s not you. You’re a great person, and we’ve had a lot of fun, and–”
“It’s not me, it’s you??” Rod snarled. “You can’t possibly be using that line on me. If I’m so much fun, we could work it out. Just talk to me about what’s wrong.”
“I don’t think we have enough in common,” Vickie said quietly, unable to meet his eyes. “I think you’ll be a wonderful boyfriend for someone else.”
“So that’s it?” Rod cried. “I told you I love you, and you’re going to drop me like we’re nothing? We’re magic together. I won’t believe you don’t feel it. Whatever I’m doing wrong, I can fix it. Just talk to me.”
He reached for her, and she stepped back.
“I’m sorry, Rod,” she said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I have to go.”
She ran away from him and out the door. He didn’t try to follow her.
When she burst through the front door, Edmund was grabbing a late lunch at the breakfast bar. He looked up at her face and stopped mid-chew. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“No,” Vickie said. “But I’ll be all right. I don’t want to talk about it yet.”
“You broke up with Roderick, didn’t you?”
“I’m not going to confirm or deny right now.”
“All right, sister. Just let me know if you need anything.”
Connery jumped up from his bed and hurried up to meet her as fast as his old legs could take him.
This was the kind of companionship she wanted right now.
“Who’s a good boy?”
Later, she called Judith to tell her the news.
“I’m so sorry!” she cried. “You come over right now. I’ll make hot chocolate, and we can watch a sappy movie.”
“Please no movies,” Vickie said.
“OK, the hot tub then.”
“What about Mason?”
“Don’t worry. It’ll just be us, like old times. Mason works nights.”
There was an odd tone to her voice as she said it, but Vickie didn’t have the heart to ask right then.
While Vickie was visiting Judith, Winston was not having his best performance.
He went home and soaked in the tub for a long time. At least most of his hair survived.
With all their kids gone, Andria and Dylan had plans for the evening. But the received a surprise.
It was Dylan’s time.
Dylan had no regrets. He greeted Grim with a bow and shook his hand before fading away.
Andria was left alone.
Well, that ends the post on a low note.
I adored Dylan, and I’m so sad sad to see him go. Not as sad as poor Andria, though.
In lighter (?) news, Roderick is taking his breakup hard. He threw himself right to the rebound queen of the town, Claire James. I have no idea what her traits are, but I believe she has gone steady and broken up with every single sim in town for two generations. Oh, dear.
Andria was waiting on the steps when Winston and Vickie returned from Barnacle Bay. “How was your vacation?” she asked, a sly look in her eye.
“The diving there was beautiful,” Vickie said. “I’ve never seen crystal caves like that…”
“And what about that boy of yours? Roderick is his name? Did you have fun with him?”
“Yeeeess… What are you getting at, Mom?”
“I just think he seems like a nice boy,” Andria said. “Maybe the kind of boy to settle down with and, you know, give me some grandkids.”
“Mom!” Vickie said. “That is way too personal!”
“I’m just not getting any younger,” Andria said. “I thought you could use a reminder.”
Vickie decided to go sailing for the rest of the day.
On the spur of the moment, Gamora called her dad and invited him to dinner. She and Sawyer didn’t see each other nearly as much as they used to.
“It’s nice to see you, but you don’t have to eat food to keep me company,” Sawyer said.
Gamora shrugged. “I like the irony of a plant chewing on meat.”
Gamora caught up on Sawyer’s genetic research, and she shared some carefully curated insights from the future. Neither of them brought up Gamora’s mother Manisha or the asteroid that had strangely hit her house. Gamora had to admit that it felt good. Her father was the closest she really had to a loved one, and she was aware of that in a way she’d never been before.
“We should do this more often,” she said as they got up to leave. “I want to know what the rainbow radiation does to your siminovium bacteria cultures.”
Sawyer opened his mouth to share more bacteria trivia when a fanfare erupted on the patio.
“You played the lottery,” Sawyer said. “And won?”
“I did!” Gamora crowed. “Isn’t it amazing?” She looked very pleased with herself and not nearly surprised enough.
Sawyer, on the other hand, didn’t look pleased at all.
“You did this with knowledge from the future!” he shouted at her. “Do you know what this could do to the space-time continuum? We could all dissolve into our component molecules? How dare you take that risk for some extra funding!”
“Oh that’s just great!” Gamora shouted back. “Can you give me a little credit? How stupid do you think I am? When is the last time you solved a tachyon combustion equation anyway?”
“I don’t do research that could blow up human lives,” Sawyer snarled.
“You did with me!”
They stood there for a long moment, staring at each other. Gamora could tell that underneath Sawyer’s scowl, her barb had hit home.
“I didn’t grow you to hurt anyone,” he said quietly. “I grew you because I wanted a child. A child who was just as special as I could make with science.”
“Wait,” she said. “I don’t want to fight. It’s not what you think.”
Sawyer let out his breath with a whoosh. “If you give me more data, I can think something else.”
“The future has already been contaminated,” Gamora said. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that it might be her fault. “I want to fix things, and the lottery is the first step. I wasn’t even sure that I’d be able to use information from the current future to inform this present. This experiment proves that the rest of my plans should work.”
Sawyer pondered this for a moment. “If what you say is true, it has enormous consequences to the Theory of the Immutability of Time Travel,” he said. “I won’t interfere with your scientific work, but I’d appreciate it if none of us die of time paradox.”
“You won’t,” Gamora said. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
Sawyer nodded. “1.5 million simoleons is a lot of money,” he said.
Gamora grinned. “Yes. It’s a lot more than I was expecting. With this kind of funding, I can expand my project.”
She bade her father goodbye and jumped on her hoverboard to return to her lab. She thought about Sawyer and Manisha and Manisha’s husband and their adopted kid. She heard Emit’s accusatory voice and remembered the trash piled up in the polluted haze of the future. She wondered which exact choices she had made were the most important to this time stream.
If she’d been a different kind of person, perhaps one who placed more value on her impact on others, what might have gone differently?
Vickie ventured back to the house around dinnertime. She found Winston in the living room, ready to leave for an evening performance. He looked anything but psyched to perform.
“Still no word from Luisa?” she asked?
Winston shook his head. “She’s not going to call,” he said. “I don’t know how I misread that whole situation. Why didn’t she just say she wasn’t into me? I thought… wow, I thought we really connected. I wish I knew what I did that drove her away.”
“Maybe she didn’t want to fight for your attention from all the other girls,” Vickie tried to tease him, but the look on his face told her that was a bad call.
Winston scowled. “I’m not that much of a player,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with you. I know you’ll find someone, and she’ll be lucky to have you for a boyfriend. Maybe… Luisa didn’t think she could handle something long-distance, but she didn’t want to wreck the moment when you were both having a such a good time. …Maybe she couldn’t facing hurting you when she could see what a great guy you were.”
Winston gave her a probing look. “Things are not going well with Rod, are they?” he asked.
Vickie cringed. “I didn’t mean to make this conversation all about me.”
“Here’s to two wrecks on the love train.”
Edmund waited patiently at the market until nearly midnight. The plaza was nearly deserted, save for a few sims who drifted in and out according to the theater’s schedule.
Finally his quarry arrived.
Edmund placed a bookmark in his book and rose deliberately. “Anton Pierce!” he called across the plaza.
The other man looked around to see who was calling him. “That’s my name,” he growled. “Or so they tell me.”
“You’ve troubled Avalon for more than three generations,” Edmund said. “Your time is up.”
Anton met Edmund’s gaze with unnerving, luminescent eyes. “Oh. Now I understand. I heard of you and what you did to Marisella Flynn. I wondered when I would see you.”
“I’m going to clean up this town, one vampire at a time,” Edmund said. “Now is your turn.”
Before Anton could react, he raised his hands.
Anton was caught mid-strike. Terror flashed across a face that had not shown fear in a very long time.
As the magic enveloped him, color returned to his deathly skin, and the glow in his eyes faded. He let out a surprised sound, half-grunt, half-growl. “Yarrrrgh… that–”
“This feels amazing…”
“I– I never thought I’d be saying this,” Anton stammered. “But thank you. I had forgotten what it was like to be alive. It’s wonderful.”
Edmund smiled. “I didn’t expect to say this either, but you’re welcome.”
Anton took a deep breath, clearly relishing the air in his lungs.
Without another word, he got back into his car and drove away.
Andria met Victoria at the front steps after her return from vacation travel to ask her for grandchildren. Way to go, mom. LOL.
The whole winning the lottery animation is bizzarre. You get showered with confetti and a gigantic check appears from nowhere. There are no other sims involved. There wasn’t much of a way to build a story around that, so I just hung a lampshade on it.
Edmund is actually using the strong cure elixirs made by Andria to cure vampirism. Cure elixirs are supposed to apply to his Healer LTW. Unfortunately, it appears that the ONLY thing that applies to this wish is reversing transformation curses. Too bad. So out-of-story his doing a lot of transforming sims in and out of frog state.
It had worked. Edmund had cured Marisela’s vampirism. Edmund was on top of the world.
High on his own success, he found the courage to call Joy Reacher and ask her out on a date. He felt most comfortable in darkness, he suggested a walk under the stars. She seemed to like the idea.
They walked to Persephone Hot Springs and stopped to gaze at the sky.
And each other.
Edmund had never felt so at ease. Even with Joy, who always left him feeling tongue-tied and cloudy-headed, he had fresh confidence.
Joy stood up suddenly. “It’s clouding over. I thing it’s going to rain. This is probably a signal we should call it a night.”
Edmund moved close to her. “I’ll see you again soon, I hope?”
She reached up to touch his face, tentatively, as they drew together. “Sure,” she said. “I had a nice time. I don’t find that many people who appreciate a long walk and some silence.”
Rain began to fall on their shoulders.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked. “I don’t mind the rain.”
She laughed softly. “You’ll get soaked,” she said, “And it’s starting to get colder.”
“I’ll call you,” he said.
Winston’s mentor, Tyrone Biggs, decided Winston was ready to begin performing his own shows. The only good thing about his debut was that almost nobody had showed up to see it.
He managed to keep a smile on his face until the end, through all the stumbles and failed stunts, but it felt like plastic molded onto his face.
When he dragged home, he found Vickie outside, having returned late from sailing.
“Wow, you look like your dog died,” Vickie said. That might have been a big close to home. Connery was getting old. “Are you all right?”
“It was awful,” Winston admitted. “I think maybe I made a big mistake. What if I’m not cut out to be a performer.”
“Hey,” Vickie said. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. “I’m sorry it sucked so much,” she said, “but I don’t believe for a minute you’re in the wrong career. You’re amazing.”
“Thanks,” Winston said. “I needed that.”
“Get some sleep,” Vickie said. “You’ve got to be exhausted.”
In the morning, Winston blew off steam by dueling with Edmund.
That probably wasn’t the best choice. He was out of practice, and let’s face it — Edmund was scary. But at least it made him eager to get back to acrobatics training.
Vickie still loved the feel of working with her hands. When she wasn’t out on the water, she was repairing or tinkering with something.
Either the traditional way, or the more creative Sample way.
She even took on the repair of her cousin Gamora’s weird sleep contraption. Considering there were no plans and she could identify half of the components, she thought the whole thing went off pretty well.
It was a good thing for Gamora. She was reminded several times that she could go back home to her dad, but she didn’t like being so far from her lab.
A shipwreck was discovered off the coast of Avalon. It was the Mango Marauder, a legendary pirate vessel that disappeared two hundred years ago with its hold full of treasure. Victoria couldn’t resist the chance to explore it before the site became a tourist site and all discoveries had been looted.
The wreck was in incredible shape. She could almost see what it was like as it sunk. And it was filled with beautiful sea life.
Dylan felt that his lifelong passions — photography, painting, and nectar making — were missing something after all the time. He decided to take up the guitar. “It’s never too late to pick up a new hobby,” he declared.
Andria and Connery appreciated his efforts, though the tunes were simple. “I love a man who isn’t afraid to learn a new skill.”
“Let’s take that new creativity upstairs,” she suggested.
The family received a surprising phone call from Dylan’s sister Abby and her husband Chaim.
“We’ve adopted a little boy!” they crowed in unison on the other end of the phone line.
“Wow,” Victoria said, stunned. “What led you to decide to do that… now?”
“We talked about it for a long time,” Abby admitted. “We couldn’t have children of our own, and then there just never seemed to be the right time with my acting career and Chaim’s work in law enforcement. We decided to finally do something before it was too late.”
Woo. Victoria hung up the phone and shared a look of astonishment with her mom. Chaim was quite a bit younger than Abby, but he also retired from the police force quite a while ago.
“I hope he’s a good kid,” Andria said, “and that they know what they’re getting into at their age. I’m glad your dad just decided to take up the guitar!”
The next phone call that arrived was not nearly so much of a surprise. Judith wanted Vickie to be her Maid of Honor.
It was a small, intimate ceremony with just a few friends and family. After everyone recovered from the wedding and reception, the Jameses invited Vickie and Roderick out for their first night on the town as a married couple.
“Not bad for some bling I plan to wear for the rest of my life!” Mason declared as he showed off his wedding ring.
“I always knew you two were perfect together,” Vickie said. “You make such a great couple!”
“I’ll have your most romantic drink,” Mason said. Judith just grinned.
The bartender busted out his best moves.
“Late as usual,” Judith teased as she finally saw Roderick wander in the door.
“Thanks for saving a drink for me at least,” Rod said. “I have a good reason, since you didn’t ask.” He winked.
Rod drew himself up and puffed out his chest. “You’re looking at the new personal assistant to renowned director Derik Simborg on his new project Lizards Take Sim City!”
“Wow!” Victoria gasped. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” She had no idea who Derik Simborg was, and that sounded like a terrible movie, but Roderick was clearly proud enough to bust his buttons.
Across town, Winston got his parents out to the festival grounds for some summer fun. “Come on!” he shouted, “What kind of aim was that? You all need glasses!”
“Just you wait,” Dylan announced. “I already have glasses.”
“I think it’s starting to rain,” Cristina Pierce announced.
“I’m too wet to notice,” Andria said.
The evening at The Sphinx ended as it should have — with dancing.
Judith and Mason never stopped looking in each other’s eyes, and they kept up their romantic, swaying dance no matter what music was playing.
Victoria wondered how they must feel. Was love what she felt for Roderick? He was a fun dancer and good company, but the look in Judith’s eyes left her with a longing sadness. If she mentioned her feelings to Rod, he’d be crushed.
Then Mason stepped on Judith’s foot, and the mood was broken.
Just as well. This was more fun.
Meanwhile, the Time Machine crackled, and Emit Relevart stepped unexpectedly into Gamora’s basement lab.
“Hey there!” Gamora said. “You’ll never guess what I invented! Did you know that meteors can be attracted by –”
Emit’s face was livid. “What did you do?” he demanded.
Gamora’s stopped mid-sentence. “What are you talking about?”
“I warned you not to play with the time stream,” Emit said. “We created Oasis Landing as a safe future destination for travelers like yourself to visit so that you wouldn’t be tempted to experiment with things you don’t understand. Whatever you did, my timeline is now in catastrophe.”
“But… but I didn’t do anything with the time stream!” Gamora said. “I just invented a meteor magnet right here in the present! I was looking for a way to punish my mom…”
“I’m really not interested in your personal grudges,” Emit said. “Can you swear to me that your interplanetary invention contained no technology you learned from the future?”
Gamora froze. “I didn’t realize.”
“It looks like you better spend some time thinking about it,” Emit said. “When you’re done, meet me in what’s left of Oasis Landing, and I’ll see if I can clean up the literal mess you created.”
He turned around, jumped back into the Time Machine, and was gone.
If some of my previous posts seemed too short to me, this one probably should have been two posts, but I’m not going to take the time to break it out now :). At least everyone got a bit of screen time.
Story Progression went on a kind of crazy adoption spree, including some pretty old couples. It was nice to see Abby and Chaim have a kid. I was kind of surprised that they didn’t make one the traditional way, since neither of them had any counter-indicating traits, and kids are half of what this game is about. I don’t see how they can possibly live long enough to see this kid to adulthood, though.
Also, I tried to get Victoria et. al to dance ON THE DANCEFLOOR at the nightclub, but even though I clicked the dancefloor, they all decided to dance behind the bar. I took pics dodging the bartender. Sims.
Roderick was finishing film school and just starting out as grip in a movie crew. His eye was on directing. He knew almost every film Vickie had ever heard of and could dissect its cinematography, acting, and art style. And there were certain movies that he idolized that he was eager to share. Vickie found herself sitting in front of a screen more than she could ever recall doing before. When Rod talked about them, movies seemed like so much more than a mindless distraction.
He also pulled her into other intellectual hobbies. Vickie had always been a creature of action. She was happiest outside with salty ocean breeze blowing in her face. But she had to admit that there was something differently stimulating to staying in one place and *thinking* about things really hard.
When she tried to get Roderick out on the water, he begged off. “I get really seasick,” he admitted sheepishly.
That was all right. When the sea called her, Vickie wasn’t sure she wanted company anyway.
With a bit of cajoling, she did get Rod to join her in other active, outdoor fun.
Gamora got some welcome news. It wasn’t *good* news to anyone but her.
The asteroid strike had leveled half of Manisha and Ash Sample-Baerwyn’s house. Nobody had been killed, but their home insurance was balking at the wildly implausible event of an asteroid falling on someone’s house without damaging anything outside their property. There were lawsuits and assets held in dispute, and it was going to take years for everything to be sorted. Meanwhile, Manisha and Ash seemed to be staying separate hotel rooms for the moment.
Gamora took the afternoon to bask by the pool in the glow of victory and schadenfreude.
Manisha Kapoor Sample-Baerwyn chose not to be Gamora’s mother.
Now payback time had finally arrived.
Edmund finally earned permission to bring a few mystic tomes home to study on his own time. He delved deeper into the nature of life, death, and the anchoring of the soul.
He felt he was getting close to the revelation he needed.
That, however, was not it.
And we close with the couple who never lost that lovin’ feeling.
There’s no Winston! Also, none in the next post, so don’t hold your breath :(. Stuff will happen for him eventually?
It took me a while to figure out why Gamora spends most of her idle time in the pool. Hydration, duh.
Restlessness descended on the Sample household. Perhaps it was inevitable for a well-to-do family where nobody had a steady job.
It was late in the morning, and two young adults without steady jobs were engaged in a vicious table tennis championship.
Dear old Connery’s food bowl was almost empty, and he wanted everyone to know.
Victoria came downstairs after loosing to Winston in 3 games out of 5 and launched into a snippy conversation with Edmund about the noise he made casting spells at night while she was trying to sleep.
In the middle of all of the drama, Dylan brought in the newspaper
and found the only quiet spot to read it.
At noon, and still in her nightgown, Victoria was struck by inspiration.
“I know just the thing we need!” she declared. “A vacation! Tickets to Sunlit Tides are on sale. We should jump on it while they’re still cheap.”
“Another tropical vacation?” Edmund said. “There are other places we could visit, you know.”
“If you have a better idea, you can make the travel arrangements yourself,” Victoria said.
“Hmmm,” Edmund said, “I think there might actually be some research I could do in Sunlit Tides.”
“You don’t mind if we sit this out?” Dylan asked his daughter. “These old bones just don’t enjoy airline travel as much as they used to.”
“Sure, Daddy,” Victoria said. “You take care of yourself!”
Once they were gone, Dylan and Andria let on their real plans. “The whole house to ourselves!” Dylan said.
Andria gave him a sultry look. “Whatever will we do with ourselves all alone?”
Victoria’s discount vacation package was good for a suite at the Holiday Village Resort.
“Quirky,” Winston said as he surveyed the outside.
“What’s wrong with quirky?” Victoria demanded.
“I didn’t say there was anything wrong, did I?” Winston said.
There certainly wasn’t anything wrong for Winston. The receptionist walked into the room to check them in, and it was clear she liked what she saw.
“Room for three!” Victoria said. “Under Sample.”
“Sample,” the receptionist said, looking over Victoria’s shoulder at her brothers standing behind. “You’re siblings, right? Not a romantic getaway? Just asking so we… give you the right experience. Right.”
Victoria got the room key and eagerly headed upstairs to see their suite.
Winston, on the other hand, was caught with the sudden need to show off his physique.
After all, now he had an audience.
In the morning, Winston was still flirting.
And his audience was almost too appreciative.
Edmund spent his time at the buffet, trying to pretend that he and Winston were not related.
Winston wasn’t the only one who turned heads, though. He was just the only one who was excited by it.
“What are we going to do with our first day?” Victoria said, trying to ignore the stares from the tourist who had sat down, uninvited, at their breakfast table.
To her relief, he finally took the hint.
“So guess, what?” Winston said, “There’s a culinary school here that specializes in Asian and Polynesian cuisine. I’m going to take a cooking class!”
Victoria’s face lit up.
“You know, Winston, that gives me a great idea!”
“Both of you have fun,” Edmund said. “I have some books to read.”
Winston rolled his eyes. “You know how to have a good time, brother.”
Edmund was indeed off to read books. The Fae Council had turned him on to an archive of the arcane arts hidden in Sunlit Tides. Such things were always hidden unless you were taught to look for them.
He had to plead with the proprietor to convince him that he was qualified to access the collection. The names of the Fae Council of Avalon didn’t hold much power out here. But Edmund was persistent.
He wasn’t disappointed.
There was information here on vampires that he’d never guessed at.
But he also found himself… lonely. It was an unfamiliar feeling. He wondered what Joy thought of him, if she thought anything at all.
The sky opened up in a tropical downpour, but Victoria was undaunted.
She enrolled in a sailing class at the marina.
She hoped it wasn’t too touristy.
She wanted to learn some serious sailing.
She wasn’t too disappointed in the class, but she had exceeded all they could teach her by the time it was half over. She was a natural.
It was just her, the ocean, and the wind. It was like a dream come true.
But the best part was the unlimited boat rental that came with the class.
Now she could go anywhere on the island, not just the parts reserved for tourists.
True to his word, Winston enrolled in a Teppanyaki class.
It was like someone had designed a culinary tradition with Winston in mind.
And plenty of excuse to relax with a resort massage.
All three returned, exhausted, to their suite at night.
Tired or not, Winston had plenty of time to spend texting his admirer before bed.
While Winston was absorbed in his phone, Victoria and Edmund drifted out to the balcony to look out at the ocean.
After a while, Victoria turned to watch Edmund watching her. “You want to ask me an uncomfortable question about talking to people, don’t you?” she said.
“Not this time, really,” Edmund said. “I’m try to ask myself instead.”
Victoria smiled at him. “You’ll do better that way. You can’t get that girl out of your head, huh? The one you want to help?”
“Actually,” Edmund admitted. “I was thinking of someone else.”
Victoria raised her eyebrows. “Wow, two girls in your life. You’re turning into a social butterfly.”
Edmund chuckled. “What about you? Whenever I see you in public, you have at least one man following you. Why is it you haven’t found true love by now?”
Victoria sighed. “That’s just the problem, isn’t it? I don’t even know what they like so much about me.”
“That’s because you can’t see yourself,” Edmund said.
In the morning, when his brother and sister headed down to breakfast, Edmund found a private room to write.
He wasn’t sure how to express to Joy the way he felt about her, but he hoped that if practiced writing them out, he could get better at it.
Victoria made good use of her freedom of the sea.
To find the treasures hidden under the surface.
Sunlit Tides was home to some awe-inspiring aquatic antiquities sites off the beaten path.
And in the dark depths of old ruins,
she was sure she saw someone watching her intently.
She tried to wave, but the figure swam away.
Winston discovered his admirer worked evenings at the resort bar.
So he took a sudden interest in exotic drinks.
“I’ve never had a drink that smoked before!”
“Wow, it’s pretty good!”
“I was sure you wouldn’t lead me wrong!”
At that, even his captive audience had to roll her eyes.
“Ok, sorry, that was laying it on a little think, even for me.”
She had to laugh at that.
One evening, Victoria came down to see what the fuss was about.
“How are you doing, brother dear? I wanted to know where you’ve been disappearing to all this time.”
“Enjoying some great drinks! Try something. I didn’t know you could do such crazy things with juice!”
“OK, I do have to try. Make me something.”
“Do you have a favorite drink?” the bartender asked.
“Not really. Surprise me.”
She was surprised all right.
She sneaked off to pour the rest of the drink in a planter and headed to bed.
Winston didn’t come up to the room until after Victoria and Edmund were sound asleep. He seemed to be doing just fine with his vacation romance.
They spent their last day together, lounging at the boardwalk.
Enjoying each other’s company.
And playing in the ocean.
Winston even tested out some new moves.
Which went over very well.
After the afternoon on the boardwalk, they took in dinner and a show at a tiki bar near the resort.
The performer turned out a be an acrobat, which Winston seemed to find complicated — he wasn’t sure if he felt threatened or wanted to take this as an educational opportunity.
But someone unexpected caught the acrobat’s eye, even as she performed on the stage.
Edmund couldn’t have been more surprised.
The show was popular, and the waitstaff seated a solo guest at the table with the Sample trio. That turned out to be unfortunate.
Victoria wasn’t quite sure what she’d said wrong, but apparently her smalltalk wasn’t up to snuff.
The stranger was incredibly insulted.
“Hey, I didn’t mean it,” Victoria said awkwardly. “No harm no foul?
“You can stop kicking me under the table any time now.”
“Get your hand out of my face!”
The whole thing could have been a whole lot more fun if it had been just the three of them.
After the show, Winston went over to introduce himself to the performer. It was always good to network in his profession. Plus, she was cute, and Winston always noticed cute.
“It’s so nice to meet you!” she said. “But isn’t that your sister in a fistfight over there?”
As a matter-of-fact, it was.
“Get her, Vickie!” Edmund shouted. “Don’t let her push you around!”
He never knew he had it in him.
Vickie didn’t start the fight, but she knew how to finish it.
And she couldn’t resist the parting shot.
“Eeek! What did you do to me??”
“Just a little cold shoulder,” Victoria said.
“Come on guys. I’m tired. Let’s go home.”
Ha! This one was hard to write. I took WAY too many pictures of a vacation that wasn’t terribly plotty to begin with, and then they ended up all mixed up and hard to sort out. I didn’t bother to track the names of the walk-on characters, and I’m afraid I’ll never publish this if I make myself go back to look.
On the first night, I saw a Showtime performance at one of the venues I’d dropped in Sunlit Tides, but then I had the class problem of no performer on the stage. So then I went back to NRaas and figured out to get some performers so that it would work properly. It’s a mod interaction with something in the NRaas suite such that there are no Showtime performers assigned. It annoys me that this is default behavior. Sure, Showtime recruits way too many performers, but I do like a few!
This doesn’t advance much in the way of plot, but Vickie has a dive-based LTW, and I can’t bring myself to have her do all her diving in the one dive lot I’ve managed to plant on Avalon. So, more vacations in store! I did love some of the autonomous adventures the characters got themselves into. The fight on the final day was classic.
Also, Edmund has it bad for Joy. He rolled a wish to send her a love letter :).
OK, last posting spree lasted two posts, but I’m at it again!
Winston’s first performance in the park gained him an audience of one.
Since she was the only person yet to put anything in his tip jar, he had no room to complain.
“Hello, sailor,” she said with a wink as he finished up. “Are you doing anything tonight?”
Winston had committed his entire evening to training with Tyrone.
Somehow, what came out of his mouth was, “Nothing much. Ever been to Steamshock? It’s a club not far from here with some great dancing.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” she demanded.
“Well, yes, I thought that’s where this conversation was going.”
“Absolutely! Let’s go!”
Meanwhile, Gamora tested out her invention in other locations around town. She tried to make sure they weren’t very populated.
Afterward, she stopped by the nearby pub for a drink. She couldn’t appreciate the food of the flesh-folk, but she could drink juice and nectar, and it turned out she really liked them.
But then she looked up at the clock and realized she’d lost track of time. It looked like she’d missed an important appointment…
Emit Relevart wandered out of Gamora’s lab, wondering why she had missed their rendezvous.
“Ah!” he said to himself, “The perfect specimen of a 21-century raspberry! I must record its genome!”
Then he looked up to find something even more interesting. Dylan and Andria had sneaked out for some time alone.
“Excuse me!” Emit said. “I hate to interrupt, but I just have to know. How do two sims of such advanced age manage to keep such amazing drama in your relationship?”
“Who are you?” Andria asked, “and what are you doing in my greenhouse?”
Now that Edmund had persuaded the Fae Council to help him, at least a little bit, in his research to save Marisela, he had so much more research to do. That evening, he arrived at Monmouth Archive to consult the secret texts of the fae.
As he descended to the stacks, where the hidden entrance to the fae library was hidden,
he was unaware that someone else had decided to spend the evening reading old historical texts of a nonmagical variety.
“Hello, Edmund!” Joy said she descended the stairs into the stacks, “I didn’t expect to see you here!”
Edmund jumped. “Oh! Usually there’s nobody down here.”
“I’m working on a historical treatise on Medieval Avalon,” Joy said. “You know, the stuff most folks think is boring. I’m just fascinated.”
“Do you come down here a lot?” Edmund asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
“All the time,” Joy said. “Usually there’s nobody in the stacks. I love being down here, all alone, with just books for company.”
“Me too,” Edmund said. “I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other before now.”
Her eyes were such a luminescent aqua. It spoke of generations in her ancestry born on the magical soil of Avalon. Edmund couldn’t help feeling drawn closer…
He yanked his eyes away. He was sure he was being creepy.
“What are you researching?” Joy asked.
“Me, ah, just some esoteric details of the undead,” he said uneasily. “You probably wouldn’t find it very interesting.”
Joy sensed something in his voice and stiffened. “Don’t let me get in your way,” she said. “I’m sure you’re busy.”
“No,” Edmund said helplessly. I don’t mean –!”
At that moment, Edmund’s fire dragon flew to his arm and squawked for attention.
“What IS that?” Joy exclaimed.
“This is Kalai. She’s a fire dragonling,” Edmund said. “They’re supposed to be extinct, but I was able to track down an egg while my family was vacationing in France.”
“She’s amazing,” Joy breathed. “May I touch her?”
“I– I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Edmund said, drawing back. “She spits fire when she’s nervous.”
“Oh,” Joy said, clearly disappointed.
Kalai, annoyed at Edmund’s sudden movement, fluttered back into the air. Joy watched her circle around and land on the chandelier, watching them.
Edmund felt like he wasn’t striking the right tone in the conversation. “It’s really remarkable that we ran into each other like this. “Perhaps we can arrange to be in the stacks at the same time… more often?”
Joy smiled, and Edmund relaxed a little. “This place has so many secrets,” she said. “There are stories of supernatural events around Monmouth archive going back generations. I’d love to learn more about it.”
Edmund thought of the fae archive just beyond the secret door in the bookcase that Joy was standing. Should he tell her about it? His mother had laid so much groundwork to bring the fae out into the open, but would he jeopardize their help in his research?
How had he managed to move so close to her? Or had she moved close to him?
Edmund’s head was swimming. The next thing he knew, he was falling toward her, his mouth desperately seeking hers.
Joy jerked her head back. “Edmund? What are you doing??”
His throat clogged with humiliation. “I’m so sorry!” he gasped. “I didn’t mean to take liberties! I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s all right,” Joy said. “You just… you just took me by surprise.”
Edmund looked to the floor. “I’m sorry,” he said again.
“Really,” she said, “it’s fine. But I — I think I have to go home now.”
Joy turned and hurried up the stairs out of the stacks.
Edmund found himself alone in the stacks again.
Now, suddenly, the isolation he normally enjoyed felt oppressive. Lonely.
He’d come for a reason, hadn’t he? His hand found the latch in the secret door, and he stepped into the fae archives.
Research, that was it. He wanted to do research.
Generation 7 spares and their romantic encounters.
After that bizarre date, where Joy happily traded romantic socials with Edmund and then rejected his first kiss, not once but actually twice, this is what the game had to say:
Edmund’s not a very romantic person. He has attraction notifications for both Joy and Marisela, and I was curious to see if any of them would turn into romances. He has now rolled a wish for a first kiss with Joy. And Joy appears to like him just fine, but she rejects his advances.
I believe she’s Unflirty, which means Edmund is probably going to have to be dedicated to win her heart.
Half of the interaction was autonomous, during which time Edmund brought out his dragon to show her. It was kind of a nonsequitur, but I thought I’d include it anyway :).
Winston’s date won’t go anywhere. She’s some service sim who showed up and flirted with him. He took her out on a date that lasted about two minutes before she got tired and went home. I didn’t bother to look up her name. She looks to be the first of many in Winston’s life….