At last the tests were completed. Sawyer and Gamora made their way solemnly to Sawyer’s subterranean lab.
“This is it,” Gamora said. “Do or die.”
“That could be literally true,” Sawyer pointed out. “You did the final testing on the time machine. It is only right for you to do the honors.”
Gamora chuckled. “You make it sound like an honor, Dad, but I think you’re just trying to protect your own ass.”
“It can be both,” Sawyer said. “I’ll stand over here while you activate the device.”
“That’s fine,” Gamora said. “I’m ready for this.” She stepped forward without hesitation and activated the floor switch.
The time machine crackled to life.
Brighter and brighter. “Hmmm,” Gamora said. “This is not the way it behaved in my simulations.”
“Now might be a good time to take a step back,” Sawyer said.
“I’m sure it’s fine–” Gamora began. Then she gasped.
Her eyes were filled with blinding light, her ears with the crack of thunder.
“That was deliciously dramatic.”
“We’re here!” Sawyer cried. “We’re in the future!”
Gamora looked around. “But when in the future?” she asked. “This view doesn’t match my calculations at all.”
Just then, light flashed in front of them, and a familiar figure appeared. “Oh!” Gamora said. “Look who’s here to check up on us!”
“Greetings, junior time travelers!” crowed Emit Relevart. “I’m happy to see that you decided to join us here at Oasis Landing! This is the resort city of time travelers everywhere. Stay as long as you like and learn about the time stream.”
Sawyer scowled. “You again? Why are you following us around? And what do you mean by ‘junior time travelers’??”
Gamora shoved her father aside. “Don’t mind him,” she said. “I think he’s still recovering from the transfer.
“I want to learn everything you can teach me,” she said eagerly. “What is this place? This isn’t where I set our coordinates. How did we end up here?”
Emit smiled indulgently. “I am part of the protectors of the time stream,” he explained. “We pull all new time explorers to Oasis Landing so that they may learn the rules in a safe space. When you are ready, you may travel to other places along the time stream. But first you need to gain a little experience! An inexperienced mistake in the past could erase us all in the present!” He chuckled.
“So you and the, ah, ‘Protectors’ are watching us here to judge when we’re trustworthy?” Gamora asked.
“Don’t make it sound too sinister,” Emit said. “Think of yourself in an apprenticeship program. You’ll become a master soon enough.”
Until then, you look tired. Take a rest here at our Community Center. It’s open to everyone from anywhere and anytime.”
“Tired?” Gamora said. “I guess maybe I am.”
“Take your time,” Emit said. “I’ll be around if you have any more questions!”
And with another friendly wave, he produced a skateboard-like object from nowhere, jumped on it, and sped away.
Gamora watched Emit go.
Here she was, in a tourist trap for time travelers. She had imagined her first time travel experience in dozens of different ways, but this was not one of them.
She found Sawyer in the lounge overlooking the time portal, his nose stuck sullenly in a book. “Did our babysitter reveal all the secrets of the timestream for you?” he asked without looking up.
“Come on, Dad,” Gamora said. “You have all the subtlety of stampeding elephant. We have to learn what the rules are here before we can decide if we will follow them.”
Sawyer closed his book, took a deep breath, and looked up to meet her gaze. Gamora realized he was trembling with suppressed frustration. “What do you have in mind?” he asked.
“We can explore this building, to start with,” Gamora said. “All the doors are open. All we have to do is walk in.”
Behind the first door, she found a hoverboard just like the one Emit had been riding.
That would come in handy.
Then she looked out the window at the futuristic landscape beyond.
“Forget the Center, Dad!” she said. “We can explore here any time. Let’s get out on the town!”
Their first visit was to the Bot Emporium.
Sawyer and Gamora had never seen so much technology on display in the same place. They froze in their tracks, trying to process the sights and sounds.
Nearby, two customers — locals? other time travelers? — examined a bot for sale. “It’s top of the line,” one said. “Sure, but I think it would be terrible at woohoo,” said the other.
Gamora blinked. The possibilities in that one statement were endless.
Sawyer drifted to the nearest display. “This is a bot,” he said reverently. “What is its power source? How advanced is its artificial intelligence?”
“Are you?” someone said from behind him. “Could you possibly be Doctor Sawyer Sample?”
Sawyer froze. “I’m what?” he stammered. “Who? You know my name?”
“Of course!” the stranger chirped. “I know your face from my history of science text! Avalonian faces are even rarer here at Oasis Landing than they are in your time. I’m Bridget Mannin. Would you considering shaking my hand?”
“Ah, certainly,” Sawyer said. “I’m in your history book? Please tell me more.”
Before he could say another word, he was interrupted by another woman, who grabbed his companion’s shoulder and forced her way into the conversation. “Bridget!” she said. “Is this who I think it is?”
“Really, Ma!” she said. “It’s Sawyer Sample! I read that he traveled in time at the end of his life, but I never thought I’d get to meet him!”
Ma Mannin clapped her hands to her mouth and let out a strangled squeak. “Doctor Sawyer Sample! I’m a huge fan of your work! Your neuroscience research is the groundwork of all Plumbots!”
“I’m starting to see the merit of sending all time travelers to the same town,” Sawyer said.
“Would you– could you grant me an autograph?”
Sawyer smiled. “Of course. I’m always willing to contribute to my own posterity.”
Gamora didn’t hear a word. She had found a bot designer.
Her fingers moved across the holo-screen as if she had been using them all her life, drawing her into a paradise she could never have imagined.
“Oh, my stomach!” Bridget moaned.
“I’m sure my techniques are primitive to you, but I am a doctor,” Sawyer said. “I might be able to help.”
“Are you kidding?” Bridget said. “You’re Sawyer Sample! I can tell all my friends that you fixed my stomach!”
“Oh! I didn’t realize how much your primitive medicine would hurt!”
“That was amazing!” said a bystander. “Could I have your picture?”
“Hello, Doctor Sample! I’m honored to meet someone who contributed important theory to the construction of my brain!”
“I’m glad I could be of help to you,” Sawyer said.
“All right, Dad,” Gamora called. “You’ve had your ego puffed enough. Let’s explore!”
Later, they visited a futuristic nighclub.
Sawyer had more opportunities to introduce himself to appreciative plumbots.
Sample futuristic intoxicants.
Play some futuristic pool
And speculate about futuristic forms of entertainment
Gamora, on the other hand, was drinking in all the information about the future she could find.
She discovered that plumbots were watertight.
And that she had a strange sense of kinship with some of the residents.
She wondered if they were, in fact, kin. She would have to study the local documentation to see if they had a common ancestor. She had no intention of having any children herself, so she assumed they were not direct descendants.
They traveled around in style by hovercar.
Slept in futuristic sleeping pods at the time tourist hotel.
Ate futuristic delicacies.
And traded stories with other time traveling tourists among their staunchly restricted social contacts.
Gamora sifted through strangers’ mail to get an idea what day to day life might be like at Oasis Landing.
And stole whatever she could find.
Her favorite acquisition was a sort of digi-pet named Cornelius.
“My master forgot me and left me behind!” it chirped. “Thank you for finding me! We’ll be very best friends!”
“If you can handle being my best friend,” Gamora said, “then you’re more impressive than you look.”
Sawyer didn’t take to the futuristic tech as quickly as his daughter did.
Though he did get it working with a little help.
Later, they took the hoverrail outside of the city.
Gamora was surprised to find that the outskirts of the refined, sparking future town was such a wasteland. Clearly, Oasis Landing was not such an oasis. What had they done to their landscape? Did the rest of the simworld look like this?
Sawyer wasn’t terribly concerned by all these possibilities.
He was far more interested in his discovery of wild, self-replicating nanites.
Gamora left her father to his discovery to scout further on her stolen hoverboard
Which she had not yet mastered.
She discovered that the sparse plant life was uniquely intelligent.
Her plant nature gave her the ability to talk to vegetation. She just seldom did because they had nothing interesting to say. The vegetation of the Oasis Wastes were something else. She spent almost an hour discussing philosophy and creative ethics with a crystal flower.
At the plant’s advice, she took a cutting to grow at home. To heck with protecting the environment against invasive species.
And, at last, they went shopping.
Yes, shopping, in the galleria mall of the future, time travelers welcome.
They did find some fashions of the future to their liking.
The next morning brought fresh attention from Emit.
“You’ve been visiting for quite a while. I wanted to check in to find out if you need anything before you head back to your own time.”
Well, that was subtle.
“Don’t worry,” Gamora reassured him. “We’re headed home today.”
Well, she decided they were leaving at just that moment. She had learned what she could from what Oasis Landing would let her see. She needed to return to her own lab to study and decide what to do next.
“One last thing,” Emit said. “My holo-sprite says that you have a friend of his, and he’d like to say goodbye.”
“I have a what?” Gamora said. “Oh! Of course!”
In the evening, she and Sawyer met at the community time portal on the rooftop of the Time Traveler’s Community Center.
“This has been very educational,” Sawyer said. “I’m not sure what I make of this future community.”
“I know what I think,” Gamora said. “We’ll discuss it at home. Here we go.” And she jumped into the portal.
Back in Sawyer’s lab, Gamora watched him fall out of the Time Portal. “You’re going to have to figure out how to do that with more grace, Dad.”
“That portal must not be calibrated for me,” Sawyer said, scowling.
“It seems to be calibrated perfectly for us,” Gamora said thoughtfully. “It’s calibrated to take us to no place but Oasis Landing and back. We have learned the rules. Now we just need to learn how to break them.”
Nanites? Nanites?? You know those are supposed to be microscopic, right?? “Nano-” comes after “micro-” on the tiny prefix chain.
For some reason, I was really blocking on this post. It turned out to be a blast to write. I wanted to finish it before we left on our three-day camping trip, but I didn’t quite make it, so here it is on our return.
I have a mixed opinion of ITF. There just isn’t much TO Oasis Landing. The objects are fabulous. I think I’m in love with the holo-sprites. But I’m not totally clear why a player would want to visit the unmodified future more than once. I think it would have been way more fun of ITF had been designed like World Adventures, with multiple “vacation destinations” in different time periods, preferably with WA-style quests.
If anyone has any ideas of cool stuff to do there or fun lots to add to it, do let me know. There are apparently some opportunities involving ruins in the wastes that I didn’t get on this trip.
Gamora’s flower walk came back while she was in the future. It had been gone so long, I forgot about it. I love it. One of the Nraas mods keeps setting everyone’s walk style to normal human. It took me forever to figure this out, and it’s the reason that Charles started walking rather than floating, and Sky walked for most of her life.
I’m pretty sure the mod in question is GoHere. GoHere seems to have a lot of unintended effects. I first discovered issues with GoHere over with the Wonderlands, when Erin couldn’t complete stakeouts as a P.I. because the sims required for the opportunity were not arriving reliably. Removing GoHere seemed to fix that problem as well as a separate problem with the host of Late Night inactive parties leaving the lot when they were supposed to be hosting the party. Seasons parties, e.g. pool parties, feast parties, costume parties, et al seem to be unaffected by GoHere, but the celebrity parties are. I THINK GoHere might also be the reason I had so much trouble sending my kids trick-or-treating during Spooky Day, but I’ll test that next sim-Fall.
At any rate, the only way I know of to fix occult-related walk style is to remove the occult status and replace it. After this post, I start focusing on getting Gamora’s flower walk back.
Springtime is the season of growing things. Andria, as a plant fae, felt Avalon’s rebirth in a special way.
She knew exactly what to do with all her extra energy.
“I’ve barely seen you leave your books for days,” Victoria said. “Are you all right?”
“Hush,” Edmund said. “I think I’m finally getting someplace.”
Victoria went to bed late, but was up early with a lonely old dog.
“This is what I get for all the love I give you? All right, then, have some more. Maybe you’ll bark loud enough to wake up the rest of the family.”
Before she could work Connery into a frenzy, her phone rang.
“Aunt Abby? No! You can’t be! Well, I guess if I can’t talk you out of it. At least I can do something about the rain.”
Great-grandmother Veronica’s weather machine was the perfect solution to two weeks of rain.
“You want me to go to a party?” Gamora demanded. “For an aunt I never see? I have research to do!”
“You can’t live on science alone!” Sawyer shouted. Then he stopped. “What am I saying? Of course you can. You can stay home if you like.”
By the time Victoria arrived at Little Cottage Park, the sun had already dried the grass.
The guests began to arrive.
Emily was first, though she was mostly just interested in some time with Sawyer.
Rosie Winter, Sawyer’s half-sister, surprised everyone by accepting her invitation.
Cousins Ash and Gina Sample-Baerwyn.
Abby’s half-brother Stanley Marmalade.
Along with his husband Jody Ursine-Sample and two older sons Chancey
and another kid whose name nobody caught.
Everyone gathered near the picnic benches
Where the guest of honor arrived.
“I’m so glad all of you are here to help me celebrate my retirement!” Abby said.
“Excuse me, Ms. Sample,” The festival vendor interrupted. “Do you mind if I take your picture?”
Abby gave her an ironic smile. “You realize that I’m now an ex-actress?”
“You’ll always be a celebrity to me!”
After she’d given Aunt Abby the applause and congratulations she deserved, Victoria had a wonderful time hunting for Easter eggs.
And so did Cousin Ash.
But she couldn’t resist the lure of the kissing booth.
“Five simoleons? This better be an amazing kiss!”
“Trust me, miss. You’ve never had one like it.”
“You’re a great salesman. Now I have to know!”
Afterward, the kissing vendor looked as if he’d lost his breath. “I should have paid you!” he gasped.
Victoria laughed. “That’s all part of the service, isn’t it?”
“Kisses!” called the cute girl at the booth next door. “Everyone welcome! Come and get a Love Day kiss!”
Chaim Sample-Erickson stopped by the kissing stall to think about it. “You think Abby would mind?” he mused.
“Come on,” girl said. “The wife has to let you have a little fun!”
Chaim chuckled. “You’re right. I think I’ll have that kiss.”
“Wait!” said the girl. “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”
“Oooh! Two hot men together!” Abby said. “Can I join in?”
“Eww!” Victoria cried. “I really didn’t need to hear that, Aunt Abby!”
“I heard sims only use 10% of their brain,” Jody Ursine-Sample told Sawyer. “Do you have any idea what might happen if we unlocked the other 90%? I have so many ideas!”
Sawyer scowled at him. “Do I even have to answer that? This is why you leave neuroscience to the experts.”
“You tell him, Sawyer!” Emily cheered.
“Like minds should stick together,” Sawyer told her.
“You seem to have found right mate at last,” Abby said. “Come have a snowcone with me.”
Sawyer nodded. “Emily’s intellect is second only to mine, though she’s had a difficult time convincing her colleagues at the hospital of her brilliance. I don’t have that sort of problem.”
Abby chuckled. “If she’s so much like you, little brother, I can just imagine.”
“I’ve been wanting to offer you personal congratulations, but it seems we’re so busy these days,” Sawyer said. “We used to spend so much more time together when we were younger.”
“I expect to have a lot more time on my hands now,” Abby pointed out. “Have you considered retirement yourself?”
Sawyer was aghast. “Never!”
Abby grinned. “All right. Let’s do lunch at the hospital then.”
It was time for a good old-fashioned pie eating contest!
“Ready! Set! Go!”
And up for air!
“This always seems like a good idea until I do it!”
A photographer from the Avalon Times was there to catch everyone at their most embarrassing.
“I won!” Victoria exclaimed. “What’s my prize? Oh…. more pie. Thanks.”
“Please!” Andria wailed. “No more pie!”
“You’re looking at Avalon’s reigning pie-eating champ!” Victoria crowed to Danial. “I’m not even sick to my stomach!”
Danial laughed. “Congratulations. The best sim won. I didn’t know you had such an iron stomach.”
“I didn’t expect you here at Aunt Abby’s retirement party,” Victoria said.
“Abby’s practically an aunt to me too,” Danial said. “You know my mom, Aminali, and your aunt were best friends, don’t you?”
“I guess I did sort of forget,” Victoria said. “I could never forget Aminali Ibari. I just sort of forgot you were her son.”
“She was an amazing woman,” Daniel said. “I’m lucky to be her son. I guess I’m kind of here to represent her spirit.”
Elsewhere, Abby was still gracious to her fans, though it was clear celebrity had lost a lot of its luster over time.
“Perhaps Abby can settle down now for a dignified retirement,” Dylan mused.
Jody waylaid him on his way to the dance floor. “Your brother is a bit of an arrogant prig, you know?”
Dylan nodded sagely. “True. That’s not news.”
“Wait! Did you just eat dirt??”
“Ha!” Jody chortled. “It’s all part of my act! Have you seen my magic show?”
“I think I will avoid it now,” Dylan said.
“I think it’s time to dance!” Danial shooted. “Woo! Vickie, have you tried the Smustle?”
“I know it, but I’m not very good at it,” Victoria said dubiously.
Danial grinned at her. “Come on. Dance like there’s nobody watching.”
“There better be nobody watching,” Victoria said.
“Doesn’t this hurt your back?”
“Maybe your trying too hard,” Danial suggested.
Then Victoria’s eyes caught someone across the lawn. “I’ll be back, guys. I just want to say ‘hi’ to someone.”
“Hey, Rod! What are you doing here?”
“Vickie! Oh, I’m supposed to meet my sisters at Camelot to fill out some inheritance paperwork. They’re late, so I thought I’d kill some time here.”
Victoria looked at the Love Meter gave Roderick a teasing look. “So, what does the Meter think of your romantic prospects? Is there a hot girl right around the corner?”
Roderick smirked. “I have a better idea. Let’s see what it thinks of us.”
Victoria hesitated. “Oh, I don’t know.”
“Aw, Vickie. It’s just a game. I won’t hold you to it.”
“All right! Let’s see!”
Victoria felt him place his hand over hers, firm but not too tight. What do I feel? she wondered. What should I feel?
The Love Meter lit up.
“Ha!” Roderick exclaimed in triumph. “I’ve never seen a reading that high!”
“Clearly, we’re the two hottest people at this party,” Victoria said.
“I can’t argue with that,” Roderick agreed. “Our hotness must have overwhelmed the poor thing.”
“Well, I gotta go,” he said abruptly. “My sisters have to be waiting for me by now. Call me!”
Victoria found herself both disappointed and relieved to see him go. At least he’d gotten her out of the Smustle.
The sun began to sink, and the party was still going strong. Even Gamora decided to make an appearance near the end.
“These old muscles just don’t dance the way they used to,” Dylan complained.
“Here,” Andria said brightly. “Let me help you with that.”
“You two are so adorable!” Gina cooed. “I hope I’m that cute when I’m your age!”
“You’re not that much younger than I am,” Andria pointed out.
Abby bade everyone goodbye at dusk, and they headed home feeling tired and happy.
Though Victoria felt extra preoccupied. Flirting was guys was so much fun, but she was starting to want a whole lot more fun than that.
So. Much. Party. For a sim without the Party Animal trait, Victoria sure acts like it. OTOH, she does seem to have a real preference for the swinging single lifestyle, and her Irresistible trait feeds into it.
Finally remembered to turn on Dylan’s can in southern gentleman walk style. I can’t think of a character better suited to it.
Ha! I guess Chaim is bi. It was funny to see him go kiss the male kissing vendor just as Abby walked by. Guess they’re very secure in their relationship.
I was a bit disappointed that sims dancing the smustle on the same dance floor don’t synchronize. That would have been an awesome feature.
At last Avalon began to warm up. It had been a long hard winter. Never had rain been so uplifting. It certainly brought out the romantic in Winston.
It was a good thing that the rain was welcome because it rained nonstop for a week.
Gamora celebrated by testing for her green belt in Sim Fu.
Then going back inside to play video games with her father.
As soon as she was safe from hypothermia, Victoria returned to the dive site she had scouted during the winter.
She couldn’t wait to get beneath the water and discover what might be hidden there.
It was nothing like diving at Isla Paradiso. It was cloudy and raining above, so the light was dim. Visibility was further reduced by debris from the ocean floor that were stirred up by recent rainstorms.
The low visibility led to a close encounter of terrifying proportions. It was all Victoria could do to control her breathing as the enormous shark swam by close enough to brush its fin against her leg.
But at last she found her way through underwater boulders to a place of clearer water.
At last. This place looked promising. She was able to collect a few rare shells, but there was so much more to explore.
She returned from her dive to a secluded beach. The rain had not let up.
She took a few moments, standing in the chilling rain, to watch the beautiful herd of wild horses on the beach.
They weren’t terribly happy to see her, though.
Then it started to hail, and both human and animal ran for cover.
She hadn’t found much on her first exploratory dive, but Manu was pleased. Exotic shells weren’t as valuable as antiquities, but he had a market for them.
As she stepped out of the Arcane Institute, she heard a sort of roaring, chanting sound. She followed it toward the fortress of Camelot down the street.
It turned out there was some sort of protest going on.
A protest about jellyfish?
Curious, Victoria drifted through the palace gate, where she saw a familiar face.
“Roderick?” she said. “What are you doing here?”
“Vickie! Oh, hi!” Roderick set his sign down against the wall. “Fancy meeting you here!”
“What is all this?” Victoria said.
“You didn’t know?” Roderick said in surprise. “I was sure I told you. I’m the president of the local chapter of Avalon Tree Huggers. We march every month. This month is about invasive Pirate Jellyfish destroying our reefs.”
Victoria was aghast. “There are jellyfish destroying our reefs?”
“We’re almost completely sure Angelina saw one at the beach last Thursday.”
“Wow,” Victoria said. “I didn’t know you were such an activist.”
Roderick shrugged. “I don’t like to sit around waiting for things to happen. If I care about something, I get involved.”
“I’d never thought about it that way,” Victoria admitted. Was she just waiting around for life to happen to her?
Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of keyboard music. “Rod, I think your protest is over,” she said.
Celebrity songwriter Mickie Jameson had started an impromptu concert in the Camelot courtyard. Everyone clustered around him. There wasn’t a sign in sight.
“Wow,” Roderick said. “I guess that’s it for today’s protest.”
Victoria held out her hand. “Well, at least it stopped raining.”
Roderick was staring at her.
Victoria flushed. “What??”
“Come with me to dinner,” Roderick said.
Victoria’s eyes widened. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
Roderick’s lips twisted tauntingly. “Does it matter? Will you come?”
“All right! I will!”
“Follow me!” he cried and set off at a run.
“Hey!” she called from behind. “No fair!”
“Are you done killing that boss?” Gamora asked Sawyer. “I have an idea.”
“Don’t distract me!” Sawyer snapped. “10 more damage!”
“I finished reading the time traveling guidebook,” Gamora said. “I’ve planned my first time, and I’m ready to leave.”
“What?” Sawyer said, looking away from the screen for a moment. “Noo! He killed me! This is your fault!”
Sawyer stood up. “You’re planning to travel in time?” he demanded. “That is incredibly dangerous. You’re still a minor and should not be taking that sort of risk.”
“This is my project,” Gamora reminded him. “I have the guidebook. I’m pretty sure you can’t stop me.”
“Besides, there’s the possibility to study exotic future lifeforms and possibly aliens!”
“You make a persuasive argument,” Sawyer said. “But I’m coming with you.”
“Are you kidding?” Gamora said. “Of course you’re coming with me.”
“Wow,” Victoria said. “All of a sudden the weather is gorgeous. I never thought the rain would clear.”
“See what I mean?” Roderick said. “You have to seize the moment.”
“And this is delicious!”
“So long as you don’t order what he’s having!”
“Oh, there’s Uncle Chaim!” Victoria said.
“He looks like he’s on duty, so we can’t chat. But you should really meet him. He’s a wonderful guy. I think he’s going to be Chief of Police someday.”
“You have a pretty amazing family,” Roderick said. “I like watching you talk about them.”
“You mean listen to me, right?” Victoria said.
“No, I meant watch. Your face just lights up.”
“Oh, see that lady?” Roderick said.
“She’s Sam Pistachio. You wouldn’t believe it to look at her, but she plays a mean guitar. I’ve heard her play down at the park.”
“She’s also insane, I think.”
They lingered over their meal and talked about their new life after high school. At last, Victoria stood up. “I have to get home,” she said. “It’s late, and I think we’re both tired.”
“Thank you for a wonderful evening, Rod.”
“Anytime,” Roderick said. “I mean anytime. You can call me any time.”
“Maybe I will,” Victoria said. “You’re so spontaneous. I like that.”
And she blew him a kiss.
“Wow, Vickie,” Roderick said. “If you could bottle that up and sell it, you’d make millions. I’m serious. Call me.”
They said farewell. Victoria watched him walk away and wondered.
Here we finally see how Roderick grew up. He turned out hot!
Note: Wow, the writer’s block has been really difficult to shake off, but here I go…
Victoria had to return to reality. As much as she might wish otherwise, tropical vacations were not a direction in life.
“But what do I do now?” she complained to Mom after dinner one evening. All I want is the ocean, but ‘beach bum’ isn’t exactly a profession.”
Andria gave her a sly smile. “I have so much water fae in you,” she said. “You’re practically a naiad. Maybe you don’t need a traditional profession.”
“I don’t think I’m made for a life of leisure either,” Victoria protested. “I don’t want to be useless!”
“Hmm,” Andria said. “Why don’t you go talk to my friend Manu at the Arcane Institute? I think he will have some ideas. Don’t assume there’s nothing you can do with your life’s passion.”
That, at least, was advice Victoria could act on.
Manu did have ideas. Lots of ideas. The first thing he did explain to her just how valuable the ocean antiquities were that she had collected on her vacation. Museums were desperate for these relics.
It had never occurred to Victoria that her that her hobby might have that kind of value.
That afternoon, she rented a boat to scout the deeper oceans around Avalon Island.
The island was a frosty wonderland, far too cold for swimming or diving, at least with a wetsuit. The sun sparkled off the ice coating the branches of the winter trees.
Victoria was in luck. There were signs of a promising dive site within sight of Camelot. She would return in the Spring to see what there was to see.
At home, Edmund was developing new spells.
And experimenting on his family.
Gamora turned out to be especially vulnerable to his Animale enchantment.
She was not at all happy about it.
Edmund, on the other hand, was thrilled. He would have to watch his back, though, in case his cousin took the whole thing too personally.
Victoria made sure that Connery got proper affection when he trotted across the street from Aunt Abby and Uncle Chaim’s house. He was an old dog and deserved all the cherishing he could get.
One of Victoria’s high school friends, Roderick Winter, called her up one day. “The gang is having a mixer at Shady’s tonight. You totally want to go.”
Victoria didn’t need a whole lot of persuading. A night out dancing was just the sort of thing she wanted to get her mind off being an adult.
“You should come with me!” she told Edmund.
Edmund scowled. “Dancing and drinking aren’t really my thing.”
Victoria grabbed his arm and offered him one of her disarming smiles. “Come on, big brother!
And that’s how they both found themselves on the dance floor of Shady’s Nightclub.
Danial Ibari-Saunders found his way to Victoria while she was ordering a drink at the bar.
“Heeeey, Vickie Baaaaby!” He exclaimed. The slur in his voice told her he’d already had a few drinks.
“Hi Danial,” she said.
“You’re looking hot tonight!” he said. “Come dance with me!”
“I’m sorry, but I have other plans for this party,” he said cooly.
“I’m being an ass, aren’t I?” Danial asked a bit more soberly.
Victoria relented a little. “A little bit, anyway,” she admitted.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just get carried away. I don’t mean to be insulting or anything.”
“Ooooh!” Jake Pradis cooed over Danial’s shoulder. “You two look so cute together!”
“Do I know you?” Victoria demanded.
“Hey, barkeep!” Java Weaver shouted. “Get some hot wing for my roommate before he makes a bigger ass of himself!”
This conversation looked like it was about to get really annoying. “Hey,” Victoria said quickly. “I see Roderick. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Hey!” she called. “Great party, huh?”
Roderick laughed. “I don’t know. I just got here. I was reading for an audition, and it just ran later and later. I hope that’s a good sign.”
“Oh! I didn’t know you were going into acting! My aunt is an actress.”
“Believe me, I know!” Roderick said. “It’s not like there’s anyone who hasn’t heard of Abby Sample. In fact, if you ever have a chance to put in a good word with me, I’d really appreciate it. This field is all about who you know.”
“Yeah, Aunt Abby says the same thing,” Victoria agreed. “She says you have to be very careful. There are so many people who can take advantage of new actors.”
Roderick looked embarrassed. “Yeah,” he said. “I noticed.”
Sensing that she was treading in territory not suitable for a dance party, Victoria guided the conversation back to safer topics about who was doing what after graduation.
When Roderick turned in for an early audition, Victoria found herself back on the dance floor. She’d had a few drinks and was ready to dance!
So was Danial.
“Ha! You’re really good at this!” she had to admit.
“Dancing is life! Life is dancing!” Danial replied.
“Yeah!” Vickie agreed.
Danial tried a bit too hard to be the life of the party, Victoria decided. When he relaxed more, he was more fun. He was even kind of attractive, though it wasn’t terribly appropriate to think that about a married man.
Where WAS his wife, anyway?
Meanwhile, Edmund ran into Joy, who looked equally uncomfortable with the loud music and the press of people.
“Would you like to dance?” Edmund asked awkwardly. She smiled at him. They both remembered prom.
“How is this supposed to go, anyway?” Joy asked.
“Like this, maybe?” Edmund suggested.
The both laughed at how stupid that looked.
“Let’s get a drink and get out of here,” Joy suggested. And that’s what they did.
After Joy left, Edmund found himself outside the dance club, waiting for Victoria to finish up whatever it was she did at parties like this.
Edmund’s eye caught a familiar figure lurking in the shadows.
“You,” he said. “Marisela Flynn. I’ve been trying to find you again.”
“Why would you want to see me again?” Marisela asked. “I’m not exactly a safe companion.”
“I’ve been doing research,” he said. “I know what you are.”
She gave him a half smile, and the moonlight glinted off her unnatural teeth. “So, what do you think now?”
“I want to know what your life is like,” Edmund said earnestly. “I’m also a create of magic, though I’m very different from you. There’s a lot we could learn together… don’t you think?”
Marisela sighed. “Life,” she said. “I’m not sure if you can call what I do life. Your magic is a happier sort than mine.”
“You sound like you don’t want to be what you are,” Edmund said.
“You’re very perceptive,” Marisela said, though it was hard to tell if she was serious or not.
“Hey Edmund!” Victoria called. “It’s dying out in here! You want to go home?”
It was well after midnight when Edmund and Victoria returned home.
She looked around at her brightly-colored, nautical-themed room. She’d converted the nursery into her own bedroom long ago, and she kept another bed in case Gamora wanted to sleep over.
For the first time in her life, she could see how…. young it looked. Some day, she might want to bring a guy home. How would that even work?
Andria noticed her daughter’s lost look. “Not really your thing is it?” she said.
“I guess it’s time to think about redecorating,” Victoria said thoughtfully. But what, exactly, did she want to represent her as grown woman?
It was too late to think about it now. Now she needed to sleep off the party.
Andria should have gone to sleep once she knew her children were safe in bed, but age hadn’t made her more practical.
There was romance to be had under the stars instead.
I’ve been staring at this collection of pictures for over a month. Gah. I hope I have kick started myself back to writing.
The bring drink to sim interaction is a total lag failure. I kept trying to buy drinks for other sims so that we could walk around drinking and talking together, but my sim kept struggling to find a place to put down the !@#$ drink platter, so she was never drinking at the same time as her conversational companion.
Roderick is three days younger than Victoria, and his birthday was on this party. I tried to age him up before the party so that everyone could be an adult, but the game would just not do it. So we have to wait to see his adult look and get a sense of his final trait.
Sadly, Manu seems to have disappeared. This has me highly annoyed, since he’s been Andria’s best friend outside of the family for quite a while. I’m not sure what happened to him, since I have NRaas homeless management turned off.
Then, right before the ceremony, the clouds opened up, turning the melting snow into slush.
The graduation ceremony was mercifully inside.
At least both of the graduates had a lot to brag about.
Joy Reacher walked alongside Edmund. He had to admit that he enjoyed the company. They both had a wry appreciation for the pomp and circumstance that Victoria didn’t share.
Her favorite part was the end. Free at last!
By evening, the rain had abated. Aunt Abby took time out of her busy promotion schedule for her latest moving to meet the new graduates at The Round Table for a dinner celebration.
“I’m not as young as I used to be,” Abby admitted, “but there are some interesting roles for old ladies!”
Everyone brought their orders outside and shuffled to find places to sit down.
Edmund asked Joy to join them. “Mom has something planned at home,” she admitted, but she couldn’t help but smile at Edmund’s disappointment. “I can drop by for a little while, at least.”
Edmund at down, and his family immediately crowded in around him. “This didn’t work out quite the way I intended,” he told Joy apologetically.
Joy laughed. “It’s all right. I have to leave anyway.”
Edmund watched her back as she left.
“I can’t believe my kids are adults already!” Andria exclaimed.
“I am so proud of you,” Dylan told Victoria. “You’ve grown up into an amazing young woman. I am proud to be your father.”
“Wow, Dad,” Victoria said. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Feel the burn!” Winston interrupted.
“Firecracker shrimp, just the way I like it!”
Sawyer ate alone.
As they finished their meal, the chef sidled nervously up to Andria. “Are you Andria Sword Sample? The fae activist?” she asked. “You’ve done so much for us. Could I have your autograph?”
“I’ve done so much?” Andria said. “Really?”
“Because of you, the Fae Council is letting us come out of hiding. Thank you so much.”
The chef wasn’t the only fae who showed up at the restaurant.
“Are you… are you a fairy?” Edmund whispered.
The winged woman laughed “Some people call us that,” she agreed. “It’s as good a name as any.”
“I’d love to get some pointers on how to make people do your bidding,” Gamora said to Aunt Abby.
“Why do you think I can help you with that?” Abby asked.
“Well, you ARE a successful actress,” Gamora said.
“I don’t think acting works the way you think it does….”
“Oh, my stomach!” moaned one of the restaurant guests. “Is there a doctor in the house?”
Sawyer sighed. “I never get a day off of this job.”
“Here, hold still. This won’t hurt a bit.”
“Hey man, are you sure? Oh, wait that does feel better!” He grabbed Sawyer’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Thank you! Thank you!”
Sawyer cooly extracted his hand and shook off the other man’s sweat. “You’re lucky I was here. Gutbusteritis can have serious consequences.”
“This is for making amazing babies,” Andria said, and she swept Dylan off his feet.
“I think it’s time to go home, Dylan murmured.
So they did.
It snowed in the night, and in the morning it was clear that Spring would be pushed off again.
“This winter just goes on and on,” Victoria complained to Edmund. “It’s even too cold for safe diving.”
“This last cold snap doesn’t seem fair,” Edmund admitted. “Even the family weather manipulator can’t handle something like this.”
“Wait, I just had an amazing idea!” Victoria cried. “Let’s get out of Avalon and go someplace warmer! We’re adults now. We can make our own airline reservations. Let’s just go!”
“Take a vacation?” Edmund said thoughtfully. “I admit it never occurred to me.”
“Will you come with me?” Victoria asked.
“I would love to see a tropical climate myself,” Edmund admitted. “Of course. And you know Winston will never forgive you if he can’t come too.”
“I’ll talk to him. He’s going to a culinary magnet school. I’m sure we can make some kind of arrangement.”
Within hours, she was on the computer, making airline reservations.
Off to sunny Isla Paradiso!
I was pretty sure that Victoria’s birthday was on the first or second day of spring, just when the snow had all melted. Then there was some gap in time before I played the game again, and we were back to snow covered landscapes. Not sure what was up with that. It’s likely that some of the Options settings for season length got tinkered while I was messing around with game mods, but usually the game keeps you in the season you already have.
So, the result is that Avalon gets an unseasonably long winter, and I get to try out NRaas Traveler!
Joy Reacher was included in the group that I sent to The Round Table to have dinner, but for some reason she didn’t actually stay to eat. Sigh.
The game created a fairy paparazzo, which kind of fed into Andria’s storyline, so I went with it. She did kind of get hit with the ugly stick, though. Then again, I really really enjoy all the different kinds of faces my gene pool produces.
Oh, and Andria and Dylan are all over each other autonomously, as you’ll notice. I only take shots of half of their shenanigans. It’s so adorable.
Edmund saw her across the street from Morgana Beach clubhouse as he left Victoria’s party. She was just standing there, silently, as if waiting for someone. Edmund could feel the waves of magic radiating from her. He was drawn like a moth to flame.
“My lady?” He called into the silence. Do you need help? May I be of some assistance? ”
She whipped around. “You,” she said. “Who are you?”
“I am called Edmund Sample” he said. “I am at your service.”
A smile played over her lips. “I would be careful pledging service to strangers you meet in the dark,” she said. “Anyway, I’m Marisela Flynn.”
You look like you’re searching for something, ” Edmund said. “This is an odd place to wander at night.”
“I’m always searching for something,” she said. “Sometimes I find it.”
As she spoke, the moonlight glinted of her teeth. Edmund started in surprise. Before he could be sure of what he saw, they were gone.
“I see that I’ve badly overstepped the bounds of propriety,” Edmund said. “It’s no business of mine what you’re looking for. I had the sudden thought that I could help. I’ll leave you in peace.”
“No!” Marisela said. “I’m sorry I have been so cold. I’m not used to people noticing me when I wander at night. Please stay. I’d like to know more about you.”
Edmund found himself talking about his fae blood and his quest to understand the unique magical underbelly of Avalon.
He even introduced her to Kalai.
Marisela hung on his every word and encouraged him to tell her more.
At last, Edmund realized just how lopsided the conversation was. “Now you know everything about me,” he said, “but I know almost nothing about you. I know you are magical as well. Tell me how.”
Marisela hesitated. “You’re right,” she said. “It’s not really a magical gift like yours, though. It’s more of a curse.”
“A curse!” Edmund said. “I have never encountered such a thing. Let me try to help.”
“I think you can help,” Marisela said, “but probably not the way you intended.”
She caught his hand, and suddenly he couldn’t pull away.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll try to make this hurt as little as possible.”
Then she sank her teeth into the tender flesh of his wrist.
Edmund gasped, unable to cry out. His wrist burned as she drank his blood. She held him firmly against his involuntary flinching so that her teeth tore his flesh as little as possible.
“What have you done to me?” he rasped as she let him go.
Marisela looked at him tenderly. When she spoke, her voice was sad. “I’ve done you no permanent harm. I’m sorry. It’s what I am.”
Before he could move again, she was gone.
He returned home, so lost in his brooding that he barely noticed the world around him.
He stumbled distractedly to a chair, where he could rest and let the last of the tremors from the blood-sucking subside.
Which left him victim to another one of Gamora’s pranks.
“A whoopie cushion? Seriously? Are we five?”
“What’s up, big brother?” Victoria asked. “You left the party early. Did you have a good time?”
“I think I have stumbled upon a creature of the night,” Edmund said without preamble. “I should have guessed that if fae lived on Avalon, there could be more sinister monsters as well.”
“There are rumors that one of our ancestors was a vampire,” Victoria said. “I guess it doesn’t shock me. There’s a lot about Avalonian magic that we don’t understand. Like, almost all of it.”
“It’s true,” Edmund mused. “There have been so many secrets for so long. We understand so little, even about ourselves, much less anything else magical here. It doesn’t have to be this way. I want to help bring enlightenment to our home.”
“I’m sure you can do it,” Victoria said. “Dark magical things are right up your alley.”
Edmund no longer felt sick. He felt energized. He hurried up to his room to begin sorting through old tomes of magical lore.”
There was a lot to find.
I’m happy to kick January on the ass on the way out. I’ve played a lot ahead at this point, but I have had absolutely no inspiration to write. It feels like a victory to get something out! We’ll see if I can keep it up.
Marisela Flynn is Sean Flynn’s daughter from before I remembered to turn off fertility for him and Forest. She’s not Forest’s daughter. She and Edmund not only have heart-farts, they seem to have a lot of autonomous chemistry. I don’t know what her traits are.
Edmund is still sort of casually dating Joy Reacher. The threads are not resolved by current gameplay, so we’ll have to see how they all play out.
“This isn’t going to work,” Winston said. “It’s much too cold for swimming.”
“It’s not that cold!” Victoria protested.
Winston raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
“OK, it is kind of cold. But just a little bit! I brought my wetsuit.”
“Hey,” said the first arrival to Victoria’s birthday party. “You aren’t seriously planning to swim in this weather, are you?”
“All right, all right,” Victoria said as she stalked out of the water. “We’ll have the party in the clubhouse.”
The clubhouse was warm and dry and much more comfortable for everyone.
“Here we go! On to adulthood!”
“Better you than me!” Winston called.
“It’ll be you soon enough!” Victoria cried.
“So this is adulthood, huh? Am I supposed to feel responsible or something?”
“Hey,” Danial Ibari-Saunders said. “Now that you’re legally an adult and all, have you thought about settling down and having a family?”
“What? Are you kidding? Don’t I at least need a boyfriend to do that? Are you volunteering? Because if you are, I’m going to tell your wife.”
“Woo!” Danial shouted. “She’s into me! Do you hear that, guys? She’s totally into me.”
Victoria just had to roll with it. “You’re so persuasive. Where is your wife, anyway? Does she even know you’re here mingling with recent high school grads?”
Victoria was actually rather surprised that Danial had accepted her invitation. He’d been a senior when she was a freshman, and he’d been out of school for quite a while. Plus, he was the only one of her friends who was already married.
“Sasha’s not feeling well,” Danial said. “She sends her regrets.”
“Aww,” Victoria said. “Tell her I hope she’s feeling better soon.”
“Sure thing. You want to break out the karaoke machine?”
“You kidding? I love that thing!”
“So let’s fire it up and sing!”
They sang, and everyone else gathered around to listen.
But it didn’t take Victoria long to realize she was seriously outclassed.
“Hey, you make a great backup singer, Vickie!” Winston taunted. But he was right. Danial could fill the room with his voice. He sang like a pro.
“All right then,” she said as Danial completed his big finale, “time for something else!”
“Aww,” Danial called after her. “I was just getting warmed up!”
“I’m afraid to hear what you sound like when you’re at your best! But, seriously, let’s do something everyone can join in. This thing has to have something we can dance to.” She punched the buttons on the clubhouse jukebox.
“Eek!” Roderick squealed. “I love this song! Let’s dance, Vickie!”
“Hey, you’re not a bad dancer!”
“Well, I kind of practiced after your party when you folks went on vacation.”
“I’m hoping to make a career out of dancing,” Winston admitted to his classmate, Roderick’s brother Angelina Winter.
“Performance careers are a lot of work,” Angelina pointed out.
“I’m not afraid to work hard,” Winston said defensively.
“I don’t think dancing should be work anyway,” Angelina said. “And aren’t we supposed to be doing that now?”
“I think this party is getting too loud,” Edmund said. “Would you like to go someplace else?”
“Gladly,” Joy said. They slipped out the door together.
The clubhouse was full of friends having fun. Victoria couldn’t think of when she’d last felt so light hearted.
When Roderick went to get a drink, Victoria stole some time with her best friend Judith.
“What do you think of Roderick?” Judith hissed. “Isn’t he adorable?”
“Well, he is cute,” Victoria admitted.
“He’s totally into you!”
“Oh, come on,” Victoria chided. “Roderick’s into everyone.”
“I think Danial Ibari is the cutest guy in the room,” Judith admitted.
“Bite your tongue!” Victoria said. “He’s a married man. Hands off.”
Judith laughed. “I know, but I can look!”
At last, people began to trickle home. Victoria stood and watched the sunset through the picture window. She could see her parents flirting down on the beach.
In the silence, after all the laughing and excitement, she felt a little forlorn. Where did she go from here? School was over. She was supposed to have some idea of a career. But the only thing that really called to her was the sea. Could you get a job playing in the ocean?
Maybe things would be a bit clearer in the morning.
Well, here we are, at the start of Generation 7!
I and I thought Vickie was beautiful as a TEEN. She’s just captivating as a YA.
She’s proving to be more interested in diving and building things than she is romance. She’s not going to turn around and get married a day or two after aging up the way Dylan did. I had been brainstorming a romantic storyline for her based on the attraction notifications and interactions from when she was a teenager, but I think she decided to spite me and fall for someone else. I guess we’ll see. I am DYING to see Gen 8 babies, but I want to give her time to do things the way she wants to do them.
The bit about Danial Ibari-Saunders being so great at karaoke is because I just learned that he entered the Singer career.
Roderick Winter, if I failed to mention it before, is the grandson of February Callender. It’s pretty cool to see her hair color still floating around. He and his two sisters are the kids of Sawyer’s half-sister Rosie Winter and Dylan’s high school girlfriend Corinna Shepherd. Those two gals have had a lifelong happy partnership, but they never bothered to get married.
Comments from the peanut gallery on Vickie’s romantic prospects are welcome. I can use all the input I can get.
Victoria devoted her next weekend morning to Connery.
The old fellow never complained, but you could tell when he was feeling a bit neglected.
Their games lasted until almost noon…
When she was called inside unstick Bonehilda’s arm from the trash compactor.
It was rough being the only one in the house with any idea how stuff worked.
Then she sat down to check her email.
“Gamora! I know you did this!”
Dance was on hiatus, and Winston was getting more and more obsessed with flexibility. He started spending a lot of his off time at the gym.
He was taking a yoga class that was opening all sorts of new range of motion.
“I have GOT to find a way to use this stuff in a performance,” he decided.
It was just a matter of HOW.
“Edmund, you let your dragon sleep on the floor again,” Andria said sternly. “Come get him before he sets fire to the hardwood.” She paused and chuckled. “Not something I ever expected to say.”
“Don’t worry, Mother,” Edmund said. “I’ll take care of her.”
He called her name, and the dragon hatching leapt from the floor to alight gracefully on his arm.
Sawyer was up in the early morning. He usually strolled into work after 10AM these days, but today he was required to do a yearly wellness clinic.
He hated dealing with the riffraff of the town and their piddling little problems. He was supposed to be take apart brains and putting them back together. But the outreach was a hospital program he was required to participate in.
There was already a long line by the time he made it to the park. At least there was a warm cozy place inside to conduct his clinic.
He administered vaccines.
And hypnotized patients out of bad habits. Or something.
“Hey,” Jasper Crumplebottom said. “Can I trust you to be discreet?”
“If it helps, I have no interest in your personal life whatsoever,” Sawyer replied.
“My girlfriend and I really want to have a child, and she can’t, so can you hook me up with whatever it takes for me to get pregnant?”
“Let me take a look,” Sawyer said.
“Hmm. I can’t cure your maleness, but I can start you on male pregnancy hormones.”
“Thanks so much!” Jasper exclaimed. “I won’t forget this!”
“Don’t worry,” Sawyer said. “I can forget it for both of us.”
Sam Pistachio also showed up at the clinic.
She was really concerned about her toddler daughter’s cold, but Sawyer was more concerned about her.
“Being a single mom late in life tends to dull the brain,” he said. “Let me check your reflexes.”
“Ow! Ow! Ow!”
“Your reflexes seem to be within normal parameters,” Sawyer said. “False alarm. Carry on.”
“Actually,” Sam said, “that was kind of hot. Do you take new patient?”
“Call my secretary.”
Dylan and Andria had always been self-employed, but these days they weren’t terribly worried about their careers and didn’t mind taking time off to have fun.
While Sawyer was treating patients, they were at a Simfest in the park — possibly the worst-organized Simfest they’d ever attended.
“Didn’t this guy just go on?” Andria hissed. “Boo!”
“I think he set the same arm on fire the last time.”
Afterward, Andria took Dylan to Monmouth Archives.
“I take it you have something in mind other than checking out books,” Dylan said, trying to hide his confusion.
“Of course I do,” Andria agreed. “This is something I should have done a long time ago. You go on ahead. I need to change.”
“You’re — oh, I see,” Dylan said.
“There it is!”
“Come with me, my love,” she said. “Don’t worry. They don’t bite.”
Dylan took a deep breath and followed her.
“Why have you called us here?” the spokesman for the Fae Council boomed.
“I think it’s time I presented to you Dylan Sample, my husband.”
“You brought him here? The human who drew you out of hiding?”
“I didn’t draw out anyone,” Dylan said. “Andria came out of hiding on her own.”
Andria squeezed his hand. “He was just himself, and so was I. And it worked out fine. That’s the point I’ve been trying to make.”
And at last it came… Victoria’s last day of school.
The afternoon was filled with a huge award ceremony for her class, where she received honors for her grades and for her work in shop club.
“Wow. I think that was the most boring ceremony our school has ever thrown,” Winston said. “At least I caught up on my sleep.”
Andria nudged Victoria as they left. “It looks like Gamora might have taken an interest in your prom date,” she said quietly.
Victoria grinned. “That’s great, Mom. Better her than me.”
It was hard to believe it. School was out for the term, and she would never have to go back. Her birthday was almost here.
I did it!! With no time to spare! (Actually, I wrote the last two posts in one day and scheduled this one to post the next day.)
Gamora did her homework with Kain McWilliams autonomously here, and she’s rolled a wish to ask for his Sign. I don’t think they have any heart-farts for each other, though.
There was no particular plot reason to include pics of Winston doing yoga. I’ve just had that piece of CC for ages, and Winston seems like he’d enjoy it.
I feel like I really neglected the thread of the fae in hiding and Dylan feeling left out of this part of his family. After his tired during Andria’s midlife crisis, I figured she’d want to get him more involved, but I didn’t manage to actually DO it until they were both Elders. Ah, well.
Dylan and Andria have been released to autonomy most of the time, since they’ve completed all their game goals. They spend most of their time romancing each other in weird places. So you have that to look forward to in the next generation 😉
Also, the Ambitions Medical career clinics are the best thing EVAR.
“I told you not to go in the bathroom!” Victoria called back. “I’m fixing it, I swear!”
“And now Connery needs a bath too! I don’t even want to know what he’s rolling in.”
“Oh, Dylan, you’re being so… Dylan,” Andria said. “Give the kid a break.”
“My apologies,” Dylan said. “A big mess like this makes me a little unhinged.”
“You’re cute when you’re unhinged,” Andria said.
“Mom! Dad! Could you go somewhere else!” Victoria said. “I need to fix the bathtub.”
After she fixed the bathtub for the second time, Victoria return to work on the stereo, which was staunchly refusing to be repaired.
That went about as expected.
Dylan was still cleaning the floor in the bathroom,
so Victoria had to clean off upstairs.
She was really starting to hate that stereo.
The Samples extended clan decided to do something different for Snowflake Day this year — a family reunion at the festival park.
The day dawned bleakly overcast and snowing heavily, with the potential of a serious storm later. After a quick conference by telephone tree (because Dylan had never been comfortable with email), everyone decided to head to Little Cottage Park and hope for the best.
Victoria pulled Edmund onto the skating rink.
With mixed results.
For both of them.
Winston expressed his feelings about the weather in a more passive-aggressive way.
Gamora, on the other hand, wasn’t terribly interested in family reunions. She had different plans for Snowflake Day.
She’d found a chemical compound that she could use to treat raw eggs that made them bond with the surface they touched.
Her victim would have to have his door sanded and repainted to get them out.
Even better, her victim turned out to be home. She’d like to claim that the egg that hit him in the face was intentional, but he just managed to open the door at just the right time….
She did manage to throw a couple of eggs into his foyer. That was a bonus.
“What can I do to get you to leave me alone!!” Whitney shouted.
“Oh, you can’t do anything,” Gamora said. “I’ll stop when I’m done with you. Don’t hold your breath.”
Whitney called the cops, of course, but Gamora was safe at home by then.
When she returned home from her mischief, Sawyer was happy to see her. “I hope you’ve had a nice Snowflake Day,” he said. “Social custom dictates that we spend the day bonding.”
Sawyer would probably appreciate her project to punish sims who had hurt him, but Gamora deemed it prudent not to let him know when she broke the law. So she just smiled. “Sure, Dad. What did you have in mind?”
“Have you ever tried a mind meld?” Sawyer asked. “I haven’t tried one in years.”
“Never heard of it,” Gamora said, “but I’m willing to try.”
“I have been really lax with your television education,” Sawyer said. “Remind me to remedy that.”
“Huh,” Gamora said. “I don’t get it.”
“It used to work better than that,” Sawyer admitted with a scowl.
So they played chess instead. That was something they could both appreciate.
The Sample extended family arrived at Little Cottage, starting with Dylan’s cousin Gina Sample-Baerwyn.
She brought her little daughter Leona, who she was raising alone after her boyfriend’s sudden death. She wasn’t interested in talking about the tragedies of her life, but she was delighted with her daughter.
Uncle Stanley Marmalade, Aunt Abby’s half-brother, was also there. He technically didn’t share any blood with Dylan’s family due to Grandma Sky’s messed-up relationships, but nobody really cared.
Stanley was there alone. He was full of stories about his sons and bleary-eyed from new baby sleep. Andria found him sitting outside in the snow and had to pull him inside.
His partner Jody was home with their school-aged son Chauncey and new baby boy Sidney.
“I know what we all need!” Winston declared. “Hot cocoa! I brought my own cocoa beans. I want to try out a new recipe.”
While Winston was preparing his concoction and nobody was watching, Edmund made snow angles outside.
“Wow!” Victoria said. “I never knew hot cocoa could taste so good!”
“Thanks!” Winston said. “I think I’ll add more cinnamon next time.”
“This really is amazing,” Dylan said. “It’s good to get us all together. I wish Abby and Chaim could have made it”
“I married into an amazing family,” Andria said with a smile.
“Of course you did,” Dylan said with a twinkle in his eye. “You married me!”
And the race is on to finish Gen 6 before the end of the year. One more post to go! Can I do it??