Sunday, June 12, 2016

Chapter 2.23 - Not An Addict...

Danjou laughed, pretending to smack his playmate with the pillow. 
"Are you still pretending that Butterfingers is real?" Bitter asked, glancing over her shoulder at her son as she played with the dollhouse.  "Isn't it time to grow up and stop pretending in imaginary friends?" she asked.

(Pot, meet kettle.)

Emu had just hopped off the bottom bunk when he heard the door behind him opening.
"I'm the abominable snow man!" Estevan shouted, startling his son.
"Dad! Why are you purple?!" Emu cried out in surprise.  He held his arm next to his dad's.  "We're the same color!"
Estevan sighed heavily.  It just wasn't the same as when he scared Simone, he thought sadly. 
He missed his mother-in-law already.

A heavy thunk sounded behind them and Estevan and Emu turned to find the source. 

"Danjou! Are you okay?!" Estevan asked with concern. 

Danjou sat up slightly.  "I'm okay," he said sleepily.  "I just didn't sleep well. Fig was crying all night long and Ginger stole my bed," he complained.
Estevan headed over to take care of Fig, hopefully allowing Danjou to get a quick nap.

Aw, sweet bliss, I thought as I mixed up my daily elixir.  
Sliding into the seat across from Estevan with my pbj.  This was going to be delicious, I thought as I took my first big bite.  Food always tasted delicious after an elixir of bliss!
Estevan regarded me from across the table with a small frown.  "You're using too much of that elixir," he told me. 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.  "What? Please! It doesn't even affect me like that anymore!" I said defensively.

"Yes it does! Your eyes are dilated and that's your second sandwich," he said.  "I'd like to try to cut back."

"I can quit any time I want to!"  I just didn't want to.
Danjou felt uncomfortable when his parents argued in front of him like that.  Quietly, he slipped from his chair and went to lay down for a nap.

"Where are you going?" Estevan asked impatiently. "We haven't finished talking about this!"

I wrapped the scarf around my neck and stuck my chin out stubbornly.  "What's to discuss? You want me to stop drinking my bliss and I don't think it's a big deal." She shrugged.  "Besides,the bookstoreis having a creativity retreat for local artists. I'm gonna go chill with them and have a good time."  I wiggled an extra vial of bliss. "I might even have another elixir!"

"I love you," he said with a heavy sigh.  He was beginning to learn that telling Bitter Melon not to do something was a sure fire way of getting her to do it.
"Love you, too, babe!" I said, throwing a kiss at him over my shoulder.
 I strolled into the book shop and found a few artistic types in the back of the shop.  This was going to be fun! I thought, drinking my vial of bliss before going in to meet them.

It got late.  Really late.  Everyone in the house had gone to bed.

Ah, I could feel the inspiration wash over me, much like bubbles in a bubble bath.  Getting together with that group to discuss art had been so thrilling!  This retreat was exactly what I needed!

I eyed my easel with a discerning eye, knowing exactly what I was going to paint!

Torch Holders: +1 (2) = 2
Painting of Torch Holder: +5 (1) = 5
Sim Failing School: -5
Visit from Service Sim: -5
Passing Out: -5 (3) = -15  (Danjou literally played until he dropped dead!)
Self-Urination: -5 (8) = -40
Accidental Deaths: -10
Social Worker Visit: -15

Births: +5 (6) = 30

Twin Births: +10
Triplet Births: +15
Fulfilling LTW: +40
Achieving Honor Roll: +5 (2) = 10

Randomizing LTW choice and trait for a generation: +10
Not using spares Happiness points for a generation: +10 (1) = 10
Every 100,000 dollars: +20
NPS Spouse reach the top of their career: +40
Cheat Penalty: -10 (2) = -20

A few scores I'm adding from now on (thanks for the ideas toxi!):
Pets, for each family pet: + 1 (1) = 1
Hands Off for a generation: +10
Fire!: -5 (1) = -5

Total: -22

Chapter 2.22 - Scared the Pee Out of Him!

Plumbob! I'd peed the bed! I thought with surprise when I woke up in the middle of the night feeling the moist sheets.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stepped into a larger puddle.  Gross!
When the contraction hit me, it suddenly clicked.  I didn't pee, I was just in labor!
Estevan immediately started freaking out, driving me crazy.
"Shut up!" I told him impatiently.  This wasn't my first rodeo!
Within an hour, I held my pinkie-pie daughter in my arms, sweet Fig Persimmon.
If she was any cuter, I'd have to abandon her at the Crumplebottom Orphanage, I thought with a grimace. 

Unfortunately, the only baby girl clothes I had came from my sickenly sweet sister, Acai.  So, I slipped Fig into a cutesie little onesie and tried not to gag.  I'd have to go to the store for the poor girl soon!

"I can't believe you still play with that dumb doll," Emu scoffed when he saw Danjou Pear trying to hide in a corner while he played with Butterfingers.  "It's not even real!"

"He is so!" Danjou argued, clutching his friend closer to his chest.  "Shut up! You're hurting his feelings!"
"Knock it off," I snapped nearby eating my breakfast.  "I don't want to hear you guys bickering!"  Both boys stopped, glancing over at me with their lips tightly shut.  Good! I'd get some peace and quiet this morning!

Fig's cry from the nursery broke the quiet.

Dang it!
On the bus, Emu nudged his elbow into Danjou's side.  "Mom just said she didn't want to hear it!" he taunted, reaching for his brother's doll and waving it around over his head.

"Give it back!" Danjou cried, reaching quickly for his friend.

Danjou continued to dangle it, feigning horror as he asked, "What do you think would happen if I dropped it?!"

"Don't!" Danjou cried out again.  But he was too late.  Emu dropped Butterfingers to the ground with a laugh.  He winced when he heard the loud thunk of his head against the floor.

Quickly, he reached down and grabbed Butterfingers and shoved him in his backpack before Emu could grab him.  "Sorry," he mumbled to his friend as he pulled the zipper shut.  Butterfingers hated being in his backpack.

(You know, when I got this chance card, I totally thought that Estevan was going up a level. I just noticed I made him go down a level.  *sighs*)
Estevan accepted the application that the city hall had sent over for ballot counter.  Apparently they needed someone virtuous and morally ethical to help count the ballots.

He scoffed a little.  He might not be as diabolical as his wife, but he was pretty evil himself!  He couldn't wait to start stacking the odds in favor of his favorite political candidate!

(FYI - I notice that as soon as he was no longer in a position to get career improvement at the business center is when he chose to read the book his boss gave him.  Good job, Estevan.  Way to hustle.)

Need more bliss, I thought, mixing the elixir by route.  I'd gotten so good at making this elixir, I didn't even need to pay attention anymore.

I frowned.  Although, it was starting to not work as well on me anymore.  I had to double the dosage for it to have any effect. Maybe it was time to consider stopping...
A phone call broke my train of thought.  "Hello?" I asked, hitting the talk button.  "Bryant! Hey! How are you! Yeah, sure. I can come over to hang out. Let me tell Estevan!"  My brother-in-law and I were tight now since we'd been hanging out at work now. 
"Hey baby," I said loudly, trying to talk over the spray of the water.  I watched him scrub his body down and felt tingling in the matching places on my body.

I was seriously giving thought to joining him in the shower when he stepped out and shook his hair out.

Awww, he's so handsome, I thought with a sigh.  No wonder I loved him so much!
"What was that?" Estevan asked, toweling off.

Errr... hard to concentrate, I thought, following the towel's movement.  I thought back to the original reason I'd come in the bathroom.  Oh yeah. Bryant.  "Hey, I'm gonna go hang with Bryant for a bit."

Estevan smiled. "Cool, why don't I come to?  It'd be nice to see my brother!"

"Oh, er.. I'm sure that's fine," I said belatedly.  I mean, they were brothers.  I'm sure Bryant wouldn't mind seeing Estevan.  Although, that meant we wouldn't be able to talk shop. 
We hopped in the car and headed over to the Lone Wolff Lodge.

"I'll be right there!" I called out to Estevan as he headed inside.  A mushroom growing nearby had caught my eye.  That might come in handy later.

I glanced over and saw Bryant and my niece Kristi hanging out nearby.  "Hi!" I called out, waving, and I picked my way over through the grass.  "What are you guys up to?"
"Apparently nothing!" Kristi snapped before turning on her heel and stomping away.   I glanced at Bryant in surprise.

Bryant sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Teenagers," he said with self-deprecation. "She's mad I won't let her use the car."

"Ah. Been there, done that," I said sympathetically.  I hated it when Mom wouldn't let me use the car growing up.

Estevan headed to the pool deck and lounged in a seat facing the waters.  Plumbbob, he missed this view.   The house he'd grown up in was a far cry better than the little 3 bedroom-1 bath home he lived in now. 

Danjou was worried when his brother didn't get on the bus.  Nervously, he sent another glance towards the bus driver.  Should he say something or not? 
Emu snickered as he watched the bus head home without him.  Boy was he sticking it to the man right now!  With an immense sense of pride, and only a little bit of irony, he sunk to a sitting position and began working on his homework.

"There, there, dear," Simone said, leaning over the crib.  "Grandma's got you!" 
Simone gazed lovingly at her granddaughter, so young and pretty.  "Oh Lordie, Bitter Melon's going to eat you alive!" she said with a small sigh.  She knew her daughter and well and she hated anything that was cute, pink, or fluffy!
Tucking Fig back in, she padded over to the chemistry set.  Citron had always loved playing with this thing, she thought fondly.  It probably wasn't appropriate for the nursery, though.  She glanced under the table at the chemicals piled up underneath it.  Thankfully neither of the boys had ever gotten into it!

Emu Apple glanced around the empty school grounds.  Night was starting to fall and it was a little creepy in the dark.

Not that he was afraid of the dark! he thought with pursed lips.
He couldn't wait to get home, though.

(OH. MY. GOSH! Broom training wheels! HOW CUTE!)

Acai cornered me later.  "Here," she said, handing me some more newborn clothes.  "Fig is going to love these onesies! They're so adorable, aren't they?!" she gushed happily.  "You'll never have to buy clothes for Fig at all! I'll have plenty of cute hand-me-downs!"
"Er, actually, that's fine!" I said quickly, pushing them back into Acai's surprised arms.  "We have plenty now! And you know how I love to shop for myself!"

Acai eyed me suspiciously.  "Since when?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Er, well, you know, it's different with a little girl, right?" I said.  And to be honest, I was starting to anticipate going shopping for Fig.  I was going to get her out of those cute, pastel pinks if it was the last thing I did! 

Simone should have known better than to mess with anything at Citron's chemistry table.  She singed her hair when the mixtures she poured together exploded.  Citron is coming to pick this up first thing tomorrow morning, she thought resolutely before stalking off to bed.

(Really Danjou. That's the best place you can find to play with Butterfingers?)

Feeling strangely uncomfortable, Simone kicked the sheets off the bed and stood up.  Ever since that science experiment had exploded on her, she'd been feeling vaguely discombabulated.
It was almost as if Death was knocking on her door.  (Or wall for that matter... Apparently this house has routing issues.)
The boys came running into the room when they heard Grandma Simone cry out for help.

Unable to pass through the wall, Death came to the front door.
Simone watched in detached amazement when she saw Death approaching for the second time in her life.

It's time? she asked.

Death nodded.
"Do something!" Danjou cried.  "Can't you let her stay a little longer?" he pleaded.

Death shook his head and pointed his scythe at Simone.
And then they both disappeared.

(Don't think I didn't notice the pee in the corner, Emu.  Don't worry. I don't judge you. I'd probably freak out if I saw Death, too.)

Bitter Melon felt a small twinge.

"I have to get home," she said.  "Something's wrong."
Hurrying out the door, she jumped her Harley and kicked it in gear.

(Death waits for no one.  Except, sometimes it waits to make sure a parent gets home to watch two children that have been left alone.  What could he say, he had a fond spot for the Persimmons.) 
(He also sometimes does the dishes.)

Bitter hurried to the front dear, scared and worried about what she would find.
She flung the door open and saw the boys finishing a meal.  "What's wrong?" she asked.  She was going to kill them if there was nothing wrong!  She'd just rushed all the way back home!
"Grandma's gone!" Danjou looked up from his dinner and cried. 
Bitter Melon felt her heart plummet.  Oh plumbbob, she thought as the tears started trickling from her eyes.  This must be what sadness is! 

"Don't you think you should have gone home with Bitter Melon to see what was wrong?" Bryant asked as the brother enjoyed a leisurely dinner.
"Nah, she would've called if she needed me," Estevan said with a small laugh.

Torch Holders: +1 (2) = 2
Painting of Torch Holder: +5 (1) = 5
Sim Failing School: -5
Visit from Service Sim: -5
Passing Out: -5 (2) = -10
Self-Urination: -5 (8) = -40 (Sorry Emu. It happens sometimes!)
Accidental Deaths: -10
Social Worker Visit: -15

Births: +5 (6) = 30 (Sweet, little, precious Fig Persimmon!)
Twin Births: +10
Triplet Births: +15
Fulfilling LTW: +40
Achieving Honor Roll: +5 (2) = 10

Randomizing LTW choice and trait for a generation: +10
Not using spares Happiness points for a generation: +10 (1) = 10
Every 100,000 dollars: +20
NPS Spouse reach the top of their career: +40
Cheat Penalty: -10 (2) = -20

A few scores I'm adding from now on (thanks for the ideas toxi!):
Pets, for each family pet: + 1 (1) = 1
Hands Off for a generation: +10
Fire!: -5 (1) = -5

Total: -17