yakko's world: chapter 13

Okay welcome to chapter 13. The unlucky chapter.

Unlucky, you might ask? Well it took over a year to get written. That is why it is unlucky. That and there were other things trying to prevent this chapter from ever coming out. The exchange going down, the hood getting corrupted, a bachelor challenge of doom, and of course real life.

So if you are seeing this count yourself as lucky.

Let’s move on.

“That was so satisfying. I should have done that a long time ago.”

“Done what, cutie?”

Drea’s lips turned upward, a self-satisfied smirk setting on her lips. “Oh nothing you need to worry about. Merely making a cheating bastard’s life miserable.”

“Your fiancé, you mean?”

The smile disappeared. “Ex-fiancé. Emphasis on the ‘Ex’ part. That lying, cheating, man is now my enemy. He broke my heart and now I get to break him,” she said harshly.

“Whoa, back down, boss. I didn’t mean nothing by that.”

The maid took a deep breath and removed her hat, smoothing her hair down. “I know you didn’t. Just thinking of him makes me angry.”

“So don’t think about him.”

“Easier said than done.”

“So why’d you summon me boss?”

“Why else would I summon you?”

“You’ve got a job for me.”

“I do! You’re so smart.”

The man snorted. “So who do you want axed this time?”

Drea smiled. “I need to move on with my life and I’ve found the perfect man to do that with. The only problem is that he’s got another woman managing his life. Remove her for me.”

“Right-o! Oh and can I say, you look mighty fine in that dress.”

Drea laughed. “Thanks. Can I say that you look good in clothes, period.”

“Well, they’re confining. I like to let it all hang out.”

“I know. Now don’t you have a job to be doing?”

“Right on it, boss.”

~*~

“Are you sure that this is the right place, Spencer?”

“Yes.”

“But this place is huge! Rhys didn’t have this kind of money when he was with us.”

“He’s a Rock God. I guess that pays well.”

“Not that well.”

Spencer shrugged. “Then maybe he’s got a sugar mama.”

“Spencer!”

The sim laughed. “Gotcha,” he said, then sobered. “You know we don’t have to do this. Rhys left the simself houses on his own. He knows the consequences.”

“I know. I just found out something that has me worried about him. Worried about what’s going on with him, what he’s up to.”

“So you said.”

“Still, you can just let this go.”

“No, Spencer, I can’t. I’m his creator.”

“And I’m his father.”

“I know. And I know you know your son. But Lark…”

“Lark?”

“The creator of this world. She doesn’t know him like I do. Doesn’t know what he is capable of. I just hope that he isn’t up to something.”

“What are you two doing here? I thought I made myself very clear that I never wanted to see either of you again when I left.”

“You did. Some of the names you called Marina were really hurtful.”

“Good. They were meant to be.”

“Rhys, I raised you better than this.”

“Do you want to go into this now? We can.”

Spencer sighed. “Rhys…”

“Um, I don’t mean to interrupt the angst, but can we talk?”

“Fine, talk.”

“Are you okay, Rhys?”

“What? Where in the hell did that come from?”

“Language, Rhys.”

“Dad, stop it! I am not five anymore.”

“Please, Rhys. Just answer my question.”

“I’m fine. Great. Hell without you or your jailors or an apocalypse I am better than great. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“What about your manager?”

“How’d you find out about her?”

“Oman. He mentioned it to me on one of our dates.”

“Great date conversation that. No wonder it didn’t work out for you two. Remind me to send him a ‘Thanks for causing my creator heartache’ bouquet of flowers.”

“Rhys, you’re trying to distract me. It isn’t going to work, I know you too well. Look, I’m really worried about you. We’re both worried about you. What happened to your manager? Did you…?”

“Did I what? Kill her?”

“Well…”

“Dammit Marina! You know me better than that! I wouldn’t do that! Hell, I loved her.”

“Oh Rhys, I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you should be.”

“What happened?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m your creator, I still care about you.”

“You sure have a fine way of showing it! ‘Oh I love Rhys so much, I’m going to torture him by making him go through an apocalypse.’ Because nothing shows love like making your sims go through hell.”

“Rhys, please. I didn’t come here to fight.”

“Well maybe I want to fight with you? Have you forgotten that I want nothing to do with you ever?”

“Dammit Rhys, listen to Marina for once! She is not here to make your life hell. She’s honestly worried about you.”

“Fine! Fine. So what happened with my manager, Tammy. Her name was Tammy,” Rhys’ voice softened and his eyes turned inward. “She was murdered, executed. The police said it looked like a mob hit. But I don’t believe them, Tammy was sweet and innocent and totally honest. It was nice to be with a woman who didn’t have an agenda.”

“Rhys, I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “The maid who found her said that she saw a man arguing with her. And then later when she went to tidy up the dressing room, Tammy was dead.”

“Rhys…”

“I haven’t performed since that night. I haven’t wanted to.”

“So what have you been doing?”

A woman’s voice floated down from the stairs. “Rhys? What’s going on down there? I thought I heard voices.”

“It’s nothing, dear, just some people who should be leaving soon.”

“Okay. Say goodbye and then come to bed. We have a busy day in the morning.”

“I know.”

“So you were wondering what I’ve been doing? I’ve been moving on with my life.”

Marina and Spencer shared a look. “What about Tammy?” Spencer asked.

“I think she would have wanted me to love again. And I can’t help how I feel. I’m getting married in the morning.”

“Ding-dong the bells are going to chime…” Marina finished absently.

“You’re welcome to attend if you want. See that nothing is wrong with me. I’m just innocent old Rhys who is trying to make a life for himself that is free from drama and manipulative women.”

“Oh Rhys.”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“You and me both, Ori. What are you thinking, Spencer.”

“That it’s interesting that there isn’t any snow and that it’s sunny.”

“Weathernaught, aspiration reward. It’s possible.”

“Still, you need to be happy to use one. Rhys was not happy last night. That means that his fiancée did that.”

“Ah. I see.”

“She does look happy.”

“Well she is marrying Rhys. Lots of women all over the multi-verse would be happy to be the one to snag him.”

“I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling about this.”

“You’ve already said that.”

“It doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So what are you going to do about it.”

“I don’t know.”

Orikes shrugged. "It's Lark's world. Let her handle it."

Nodding hesitantly, the red-headed simself crossed her arms, hugging herself. "I don't know. All of my alarm bells are going off right now."

"Mine too," the other woman soothed. "But you can't worry about it. The most we can do is let her know about this and go from there."

“Still, he looks happy.”

“I know. That’s part of the problem. I really just want him to be happy.”

“Then let Lark deal with it.”

"Still..."

"Marina, there isn't anything you can do about this now. Just let it go."

"I'll try."

"Good. Now put a smile on your face. The bride and groom are on their way over."

"Aw, Crap!“

~*~

“Now that Onslow knows that I am responsible for his whore’s illness he’s going to become desperate. Desperate men do stupid things. We need to exploit that.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Spread the word through the NPC community. Onslow is not to get any help from them and I do mean any of them.”

“Got it. But…”

“But what?”

“What if he tries to get his family to help him? What about them?”

“Hmmm good point. They’re out too. No help from us NPCs now. The Warners are now on their own.”

“Got it. Anything else?”

“Just keep doing what you are doing. Right now we need information, not action.”

“By your command.”

~*~

“Did we have to invite him, Lark?” Scott Doran asked.

“He’s my founder, Scott. I know Yakko’s a little strange, but I would like him to be at my wedding.”

“I didn’t mean him. I meant my great-great, well I don’t know how many greats, grandfather, Gethin.”

“Oh. Yeah. I wanted all of my sims to be here for this.”

“I see.”

“Although I’m beginning to think that it was a bad idea to invite everyone.”

“Gee, you think?”

“I didn’t know you were the sarcastic type.”

“You don’t know much about me at all. You killed me before you had the chance.”

“Look. I’m sorry about that. I really am. If I’d had a choice…”

“I know, it was the challenge and you had to follow the rules. Not getting to know me made it easier for you to not get attached.”

“I’m attached to you now.”

“Oh that’s good. You know, considering that we are getting married and all that.”

“You know I think I like your sarcastic side. Although I’d rather have your sweet side now.”

“I can do that.”

And so with that, Lark, the director of this crazy challenge, was married to her former Apocalypse sim, Scott Doran with pretty much, no one watching.

Typical sim wedding why should Lark’s be any different?

“Why do I feel like something bad just happened?”

“Did you say something, Lark?”

“No, it’s just probably wedding day jitters.”

“Well come have some cake and hopefully that will settle your stomach.”

“Cake?”

“Are you sure it’s not a lie?”

“Bite me.”

“Later. First we have cake.”

The two newlyweds sat down with a few of their guests.

“I don’t see what your attraction is, Wally Doran? You had all those simselves throwing themselves at you and you limited yourself to just one.”

“It was a bachelor challenge, that’s what you do.”

“I didn’t know you knew about that, Archie. Seeing as I haven’t published the challenge yet.”

“Pfft. Don’t you know. I’m Archie. I have mad skills.”

“Oh dear.”

Outside there were more awkward conversations.

“So, um should I mention that Cee is pregnant.”

“That happens when you woohoo.”

“Does that mean you’re pregnant too?”

“Um. No.”

“I see that thought bubble, Marina.”

“Sorry, Doc.”

“I am going to flirt with you and you are going to like it.”

“Uh, okay. What set you off? Not that I mind the results.”

“You don’t want to know. But if you ever inappropriately heartfart another woman I will have your balls for breakfast.”

“Right, so no inappropriate heartfarts. Got it.”

“I get it too, Doc.”

“Besides, it’s obvious that Oman’s heart belongs to someone else now.”

“So sexy nurse, how about I sing to you like our son is singing to his ladylove.”

“If it’s the Lake Titicaca song you can forget it.”

“Awww.”

“Still my husband’s a right sexy bloke. Even if he is a little bonkers.”

Like Jo really has a place to talk. Still I do love these two together.

“So Miss Walton, I pray that you recall me fondly.”

“Mary, you’re here?”

“All of the participants are. Although some are more reclusive than others.”

“I see.”

“Hi Ladies, if you excuse me I have a sister-in-law to stalk.”

“He doesn’t know who we are, does he?”

“Not yet. Lark brought us in a little early to give us time to try to get used the neighborhood.”

“So when is he going to remember?”

“She did not choose to reveal that.”

“Well so long as I’m not tied down…”

“Hi! The name’s Star Walton. I’m going to kiss you now and you are going to like it.”

“Oh hell yeah!”

“Hmmm… This looks interesting and since I can’t have the man I find so attractive…”

“Mmmph!”

“Way to go History Britches! I knew that you weren’t as prudish as you talk.”

“Would you two stop?”

“Lady, I like how you introduce yourself.”

“Well I am normally not quite that forward.”

“It’s okay, I get it. You couldn’t resist the Hotness.”

“Oh yeah, baby.”

“Dammit, Archie can you tone it down a bit.”

“Ori, babe, there is more than enough Archie to go around.”

“You’re Onslow aren’t you.”

“I am and you are?”

“Koriand’r Whedon. Formerly Doran, Lark wanted me to talk to you.”

“The director-person, what did she want?”

“I’m not really sure how to say this. But you need to act quickly, someone’s out to get you.”

“This is not exactly news, Mrs. Whedon.”

“I’m not saying this right. If you’re going to try to save your wife, you’re going to have to act fast and act smart. Frantically calling around trying to find a doctor willing to help your wife isn’t going to work. You’ve got take matters into your own hands.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“If you want act that way, fine. I’ve told you what I’ve needed to. I’ve got a husband that I need to make out with. So if you’ll excuse me.”

“I– Thank you, Mrs. Whedon. I will think on it.”

“Just don’t take too long.”

Kori was good to her word and immediately zeroed in on her husband, Liam Whedon from RoseFyre’s Buffyverse Apocalypse.

The rest of the party went well.

Which brings us up to the present.

~*~

“Hello, Doctor, My wife is very ill I was wondering if you would consent to a house call…. You would?! Thank you! My wife’s name is Olive Warner and I live… What? What did you say? What do you mean you can’t help me?! But you already said you would! Please doctor! Please!”

“He hung up,” Onslow muttered to himself. “They’ve all been hanging up. It is as if they have been forbidden to aid me.”

“Oh dear God! How could I have been so stupid? That is exactly what happened. Drea engineered Olive’s illness, of course she would have anticipated what I would do to rectify the situation. She must have either threatened or in some other way cajoled the medical community into their blanket refusal to assist me.”

“So now what do I do? I am not a doctor. Nor is anyone in my family. But I must do something to save my beloved.”

Back at the main house, things were moving along about as well as could be expected…

“You know the way to me heart, Yakko.”

“Um, you don’t have a heart unless you ate another townie that I don’t know about.”

“Now which sproglet are you? Latvia? Liberia? Lebanon? Bah! It doesn’t matter you’re all lovely. Now how would you feel about a nice pizza for your birthday tonight? You could gum the crusts. Right, I’ll get right on that.”

“Hello is this the pizza place? I’ll take one toddler covered in cheese.”

“…Are you sure that is what you want Ma’am?”

“Of course it is! It’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Okay… We’ll get right on that although it may take a while.”

“But your advert says 30 minutes or it’s free.”

“Lady you can’t expect us to…”

“I do! Goodbye. Your time starts now.”

“What were you yelling at, Sexy Nurse?”

“Oh nothing, just the Pizza guys. The nerve telling me it will take more than 30 minutes to get me a cheese pizza.”

“This is very good to know, nothing stands between my nurse and her pizza.”

“Well you can’t blame me, Yakko. I haven’t had a proper pizza in ages.”

“Who wants a proper anything? Improper pizzas are the way to go!”

“Oh Yakko, you’re still a goofball!”

“Like you expected any different.”

“This is nice, Orkney. Looking at the clouds like this.”

“I’d rather be looking at you, Miss Fuzzy.”

“That’s sweet.”

“But true, narf!”

“Maybe later, I think we have some babies to toss.”

“Right!”

The party started with the typical thought bubble flurry. Did you know that Oman was a popularity sim? Orkney too for that matter, although he isn’t as popular as Oman.

Once Oman was situated, it was time for the tossing to begin.

First up was our Bad Apple, Lebanon.

And since I can’t see her stats or anything about her all I can say is that she has interesting taste in hair like her father.

“Narf! She’s a pretty pony!”

Lebanon is pretty. She’s got her mother’s nose but everything else is pure Orkney. We’ll see later what her stats are when the heir poll happens.

Then we have Liberia who apparently likes my hair style. Good taste.

Liberia is named after an African country on the coast that was founded and colonized by freed American slaves.

This little Liberia is a Cancer with stats of 8/3/8/8/8. She is the most even keeled Warner. Which could be a good thing in a family like hers.

I see that Fuzzy!

“What can I say, Kelvin is hot!”

And I think that your daughter has something to say about that.

“What? That Oman is a popularity sim? I already knew that.”

Not that daughter, your other one!

“Oh, right!”

“Time to blow out the candles!”

And here is Latvia. She looks a lot like her mother in some respects and she’s got the ears!

Latvia is named after a small former Soviet Republic on the Baltic Sea. She is an Aries with stats of 6/10/6/3/3. So she isn’t going to be a pushover. This is good.

However the party was broken up by this cop for being too loud.

I really want to know how Maxis decides this. Although I really have my suspicions. None of my parties used to get broken up early.

With the party done, it was time to move on to skilling.

Jo, appropriately, taught Latvia to talk while in the bathroom.

And Orkney took care of teaching Lebanon to walk.

What’s wrong, Jo?

“I’m mad as a cut snake. That bodgy pizza place never did bring me my pizza. And I was looking forward to it too.”

Um, I think you might want to check outside.

“Holy Dooley, what kind of screwy ocker would leave a toddler all alone out here in the cold. And covered in cheese too. You poor thing, why don’t I take you inside and get you some nice warm milk?”

“Mama!”

“Oh dear. I can’t resist when they call me that.”

“Mama!”

“Right. I guess you’re mine now. Seeing as someone left you here with nothing more than a thin layer of cheese for protection.”

“Baba?”

“Oh you’re hungry. Well, I can fix that!”

“Right-o! Here’s some milk for you!”

“Mama!”

“I guess I am, little one. But what should I call you?”

“Izzie!”

“Izzie, huh? I wonder what that’s short for. Who knows. But I think I’ll call you Israel.”

“Jo, when did one of our granddaughters become a grandson?”

“They didn’t. That’s Israel.”

“Israel, huh? Where did he come from?”

“I don’t suppose you will believe that he just showed up this morning covered in cheese?”

“Nope.”

“Okay how about this one? He followed me home. Can I keep him?”

“Damn. That sounds like something I would say. I can’t argue with my own brand of logic.”

“Damn!”

“That’s my boy! Already learning all of the good words, let me teach you about this little lake that is situated between Bolivia and Peru.”

“I think your kangaroos are loose in the top paddock if you think I am going to let you teach Israel that song, Yakko.”

“It sounds like your mother has spoken.”

“Mama!”

“Wait a minute! If Jo’s ‘Mama’ that would make me… Oh hell no! I’m too young to be a father again! Too young I tell you! I’ve had my share of diapers and potty training! You hear me! As god as my witness, I will never potty train again!”

“Ignore your father’s bellowing, Izzie. Now sing after me! ‘I come from a land down under…’”

“No!”

“Right. No Men at Work for you. How about ‘Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree?’”

“Kooka!”

“Well, it’s a start.”

“Nurse, can I talk to you?”

“Sure. I’m just trying to get my exercise in. It keeps me young, you know.”

“That is what I wanted to talk to you about. We’re not young anymore. Do you think that we should be adopting a toddler at our age?”

“Oh Yakko! No worries. Izzie needs a family and we can give it to him.”

“But for how long, Jo? I hate to be the serious one here. But look at us! I’m not as firm as I used to be.”

“You still feel firm to me!”

“Hello Nurse!”

“So, no worries? We’ll play it by ear. Like we always have.”

“Sure, I guess. But I am not potty training the kid.”

“I can live with that.”

With the addition of an another 2nd gen Warner, things returned to normal in the main house.

Well, as normal as they can be when the company runs off with your gnome, Chicken Boo.

And your toddlers are beyond cute and insist on making you want to play them.

But there are other houses that we need to check on.

Like this one.

After Onslow placed Koroneiki with his brother, Oman. The man wasn’t totally sure what to make of the toddler.

“Uncakor! Kor play!”

“But you need to sleep.”

“Brainstem!”

Fortunately, the woman in Oman’s life, Cee knew what to do.

“So you want to play, little one.”

“Brainstem!”

“I don’t know that one. But how does blocks sound? You like blocks, right?”

“Um-mmm! Who you?”

“I’m Cee. I guess I’m kind of like your aunt and mom, only not.”

“Momma?”

“You can call me that if you want.”

“Yay! Pictures! I make pictures for Momma.”

“Oh I can’t wait until this baby is born. I am sick of being larger than a moose. Oh, that sounds good, I wonder if I can have mooseburgers for dinner. Oh yuck! Being pregnant certainly makes me crave the most unusual things.”

That night Oman brought a friend home from work, Spencer Fitzhugh. He’s not quite as bad as Rhys who is everywhere, but he sure seems to find ways to make sure that he is around for the important events.

Like Kor’s transition to child…

“Happy birthday, Kor. I’m sorry I don’t have any cake for you.”

“It’s okay, Momma I don’t need cake.”

“You know, you missed your son growing up just now.”

“He’s not my son. He’s Onslow’s and Liv’s.”

“I see. But he’s still family.”

“I know. I should have been there. But it’s still not easy to look at him. Hell, I don’t know how to treat him. I mean he’s not MY son. Do I treat him like he is and then when Onslow comes to get him back confuse him even more. Or do I treat him like a friend? I just don’t know what to do.”

“Well that is about the most stupid thing I’ve heard.”

“I don’t think I asked you for your opinion.”

“Well you’re going to get it anyway. Look, Oman, I get that life hasn’t been easy for you. I get that. But you need to grow up. Right now there is a pregnant woman out there who is doing her best to give a scared and lonely little boy a good home. And she can’t do that by herself.”

“But…”

“No buts. You can do this. Just think about what you would do if he were yours and go from there.”

“I guess. But he’s not mine. I can’t treat him like he is. What will my real kids think?”

“God, he is as bad as Rhys at listening, isn’t he?”

You tried, Spencer. That’s about as much as I can ask.

“You know what I’d really like, Mr. FitzHugh?”

“What’s that, Kor?”

“To meet someone new. I’d like to have a friend.”

“I think your Momma’s about to make that wish come true.”

“Really? You are Momma? Yay!”

“Ow!”

“Oh my, Cee! Is the baby coming!”

“Sim fathers! They are so brilliant!”

“Um, hello. Can you stop with the witty byplay and let me give birth here.”

“Eek!”

A spin and a twirl later and Oman and Cee’s baby was born.

“She’s lovely, Cee.”

“Thank you, Spencer. Her name is Graciela.”

“Gracie. I have a daughter named Gracie.”

“Hold her, Oman. Now!”

“Twins?”

“It looks like it.”

“And you have another son, Oman. Jacob.”

“A son, I have a son. He’s wonderful, Cee.”

“I know.”

“Thank you, for making me a father.”

“Oman?”

“I just haven’t thanked you for that. I should. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you sad. Please forgive me.”

“You’re forgiven.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Cee. You’re too important to me.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, Oman. But I’m afraid that you will if you can’t put the past behind you.”

~*~

At Osaka’s house, life is progressing well. The homely little girl of the golden trio has done well for herself and together with her husband, Three Lakes local, Jace Fuchs they are expecting their first child.

Jace is very devoted to Osaka and he is determined to keep his promises to her. While now is not the best time to go to Three Lakes to get a bigfoot, there is someplace else he can go to fulfill one of the promises that he made.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“I want that one.”

“Right away, sir. Although I should warn you, this one has features that you should know about.”

“I not care. That one.”

“Okay…”

“Oh my, Jace! Is this for me?”

“I promise kitty. Here kitty for Osaka!”

“He’s perfect! I think I’ll call him Furball! Because he is my wuvvable bundle of fur!”

“Osaka happy with Jace?”

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I not know. This is first time for me.”

“Being married? Being in love? Having a baby?”

“Yes.”

“Oh honey, don’t worry about it. It’s the first time for me too. And I’m just as scared as you are about screwing it up.”

“You are?”

“Yep! Life doesn’t come with an instruction manual. So you just have to make it up as you go along. That’s what my Dad-doo taught me.”

“He smart man.”

“That he is. Don’t worry about trying to make me happy. You make be happy just by existing, Jace.”

“Love you.”

“I know.”

“Oh Jace, you don’t need to work so hard to try to make me happy. I hope you really get that. I love you and I will always love you.”

“Except for right now! Dammit Jace! Where are you?!”

“Hello baby, I think I’ll call you Kyoko.”

“Baby?”

“Yes, dear. Hold her for me please.”

“But…”

“Now!”

“So now what I do?”

“Stand there and be useless.”

“Okay.”

“And we have another daughter, Mika.”

***Mika and Kyoko are named after two famous people from Osaka. The Kano sisters. Their American Equivalent would be the Hilton sisters. They also appeared at Otakon, the convention that I help put on. So the theme of this house is famous people from Osaka who’ve been guests at Otakon. Talk about specific…

“I have daughters.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I happy.”

“Me too.”

“I just hope…”

“Enough talking. More kissing.”

“Jace, I think I’m pregnant again.”

“You are?”

“Yep.”

“I hope…”

“You hope what?”

“Nothing.”

~*~

“Hello people! I would like to welcome you to my personal Legacy. It’s called the Legacy of Awesome and it features all of the most awesome things in it, like me!”

“Urk!”

Not that Doc and Oz’s house isn’t filled with Awesome. I mean where else can you have a Bad Apple who looks like he’s going to kill someone with a violin bow?

And a toddler who is awesome in his own right, Joss may not look it now, but he is going to be a hottie when he is older.

Just like his daddy.

The only problem with going into this house is that I can’t control Oz very much. So I get a lot of autonomous stalking.

Lots and lots of autonomous stalking. Doc, to be fair, doesn’t seem to mind. I’m not sure I wouldn’t mind either. Oz is a bit of a nummy treat.

Still, in between the stalking, we did manage to have a birthday party.

“I see who you are watching, bro. Get your eyes back in your head.”

“I’m just looking.”

“Yeah, well stop it. I don’t want my kid’s party ruined by your philandering.”

“Fine. You aren’t going to say anything to Cee, are you?”

“Not unless you do something that makes me.”

With Oman’s eye back where they belonged, it was time to blow out the candles.

Say hello to Joss Whedon Warner, the kid so awesome that he transitioned into the best possible clothes for him. And you can see the potential hotness in the making there.

“Honey, how would you feel about another kid?”

“Let me get back to you on that!”

“Urk!”

“Right, you were saying? You want another kid?”

“Yeah.”

“Congratulations, you’ve got your wish!”

“Have I mentioned I love you?”

“Not in the last, well I don’t know how long.”

“I do. Love you.”

“Well good.”

“Hey Mom, whatcha doin’ home. Aren’t you supposed to be leading the criminals to Captain Hero’s hideout?”

“Can’t. I called in pregnant. It’s a little less permanent than dead.”

“Oh.”

“Then can we go play thermonuclear war?”

“Not until you are older. How about a snowball fight instead?”

“Okay.”

“You’d better run! I’m gonna get you!”

“Nuh-uh! I’m gonna get you first!”

“Not at the baby! Not at the baby!”

“Wuss! You’re just usin’ that as an excuse.”

“Maybe. But it got you to stop.”

“It did, didn’t it. I’ll have to remember this.”

“You planning on getting pregnant?”

“What? Ewww!!!”

“Then what?”

“That sometimes a good distraction is better than a good defense.”

“You know what, kid? You scare me a bit.”

“It’s cause I take after my mom.”

“Oz, izzat you?”

“No.”

“Okay, good. Then I don’t need to tell you that our son is going to live up to his namesake and fuck with people’s heads.”

“Nope.”

“Good. Love you.”

“Okay, I love you, lady. Bye-bye.”

“Don’t make me hurt you.”

~*~

Oz and Kor weren’t the only ones to be celebrating their child birthdays, Burundi’s twins Teak and Ebony also were set to grow up.

Burundi got the honors with Teak.

While Kelvin helped Ebony.

Teak managed to grow up into decent clothing that he can keep. And he seems to be a good mix of his two parents.

While Ebony didn’t make out quite as well. Although she is so far the only kid to express Jo’s hazel eyes. So that makes her a bit special in my book.

I think she also a little special in someone else’s book as well.

“Where’s my present, Grampa?”

“I didn’t bring you one.”

“Not a ball or anything?”

“Nope. Spoils the children if you bring them stuff. Makes them think they deserve it just for getting older. Why in my day, we had gruel instead of cake and we liked it!”

“Silly Grampa! You’re making fun of me!”

“Of course I am, why should you be any different?”

All teasing aside, a good time was had by all present.

“Why do I feel like I am forgetting someone, director-person?”

Because maybe you are?

~*~

“No Burundi, it’s okay. I’m not upset I didn’t get invited to the twins’ birthday party. Anytime I don’t have to wear a stupid hat is a good one for me… So how are things going for me, you ask?”

“Well, I’ve been keeping up with the neighbors…”

“And making sure that no one runs off with our gnome for very long…”

“And I’ve been having these strange dreams… But it’s nothing to worry about. Thanks for calling, Burundi. I’ve got to get to class. Talk to you later!”

When Frank got back from class, he found that he had an unexpected visitor, namely my simself.

“Director-person, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you about your future. I trust you are getting the dreams I sent you?”

“Dreams? You mean the ones where I am… Where we are… Those are from you?!”

“Well, how else did you expect me to let you know about what happened in the other world? Telegram?”

“What about talking? I hear they’ve invented this really nifty invention called a phone, you might want to try using it sometime.”

“But where’s the fun in that? By the way, I think you have company.”

“Dammit kid, I thought I told you to stop spying on me while I was in the shower!”

“Hey, watch it!”

“No! You stop watching it, if I catch you one more time…”

“You’ll do what? Yell at me more? That’s really intimidating. Why don’t you try growling at someone who didn’t grow up with a brother who can make wolves back away in fear…”

“I didn’t mean…”

“I’m sure you didn’t. Now get the hell out of there. Oh, and if you didn’t want people spying on you, you would invest in some curtains!”

“Okay, so where were we?”

“I think we were discussing your dreams and your future.”

“Right. Can I emphasize that the whole dream thing is creepy. The fact that you can influence my dreams weirds me out.”

“Sorry about that, it is necessary. And so’s the other reason why I am here.”

“What’s that?”

“If you keep going along the path you are on, you will never achieve lifetime happiness.”

“What? Say that again. Only this time with more explanation and less crypticness.”

“Frank, your lifetime want is to be a City Planner. I’m going to tell you now, it’s never going to happen. At least not until you are an elder, if ever.”

“Why?”

“Because of the challenge. From the birth of this generation in the main house until the birth of the next generation in the main house there can’t be any promotions.”

“But I’m a spare and I’m not in the main house.”

“I know. But you’re part of the bloodline so the rules still apply to you.”

“So you’re saying that because I had the bad luck to be born so late and never even considered for heirship that I get screwed?”

“Well, kinda. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t even realize that this would happen until after I’d already held the heir poll, otherwise I would have included you in it.”

“So because of your mistake, I get to suffer. Gee, thanks, director-person!”

“Hey! I’m trying to make it up to you! I did the bachelor challenge to find you the woman of your dreams and you did. If you’ll admit that. And I’m here now to let you know that you still have a chance to achieve lifetime happiness.”

“Oh? How, pray tell?”

“The sophomore year aspiration re-roll.”

“Great! I’ll just change everything about myself in order to be happy! Sounds like a great plan. While I’m at it why don’t I change my turn ons and turn offs and shave my head.”

“Aren’t you over-reacting just a bit?”

“No. I think I am reacting about the right amount.”

“Look, Frank, I love you. You’re one of my favorite sims. And I am going to tell you, that you’ve never been happy as a fortune sim. It’s never felt right. The only reason I think you even picked the aspiration was to be different.”

“So what do you recommend?”

“Something else. Romance, Pleasure, Family, Popularity… Something.”

“So If I pick Romance…”

“Hold it, kiddo. Save that first kiss for the woman you love. And I am not her and you bloody well know that.”

“I know. I was just hoping that you would take pity on me and give me my first kiss.”

“Um, how about no. I’m a married woman and I’d rather you saved that for someone else. Like the woman of your dreams.”

“Okay, this is not what I had planned or wanted…”

“Well, you telling me that I can’t be a City Planner isn’t what I planned or wanted. I guess that means that neither of us gets what we want, now doesn’t it?”

“Oh, Frank.”

“Yeah?”

“Look I just want you to be happy. If you really want to be a city planner, then be prepared to wait for it. But if it isn’t what you really, really want. Then I would take the re-roll.”

“Okay…”

“And if you don’t believe me about the rules, feel free to check it out online. I’ll ease up the restrictions and allow you to read the rules.”

“’Kay.”

“Just be happy, Frank. That’s all I want.”

“I know. Thanks.”

Frank took his director-person’s suggestion and checked out the rules and found that they were, much to his dismay, like she had said. No promotions for a generation and he was stuck right in the middle of it. He also took advantage of the opportunity to find out more about his director-person and wasn’t happy with what he found.

“Oh my god! She killed all of those sims in the name of necessity. Crap! I am so glad I am not in an apocalypse. Those things are brutal.”

“Still, Lark was right. I should consider taking the re-roll. But what do I want to be when I grow up? None of the aspirations really fit me. Maybe I should do some research.”

“Family – I like kids but I don’t want to wait until they are all married to be content with my life. And then there’s Pleasure – ugh all of the dating not really my cup of tea. Popularity – well I like people but only on my terms so that wouldn’t work. Maybe I’m over thinking this. I mean, it’s over a year away. I have time.”

The next morning after Frank got back from class he found the dorm had four new residents.

“Who in the hell are you?”

“Do you think we should tell him, Adam? Or should we let him sweat?”

“Damian, be nice.”

“Pfft! That’s your job.”

“Well, I will say he knows how to dress better than you, Dame.”

“That isn’t saying much, Noah. Charlie is a better dresser than Damian.”

“Brendon, stop making fun of my clothing choices. I don’t make fun of the fact that you like to wear pink.”

“Dammit! Would you stop with the banter and answer my damn question!”~*~

So this is where I am going to leave off for now.

I want to say thank you to everyone who’s put of their sims and simselves for download for me to torture use for random plot. There are far too many to list but here are the highlights:

Smoothiequeen87: aka Marina for her simself, Rhys and Spencer. DocSupremeNerd: for her simself and Archie.Charris: aka Cee for her simself and Mary AustenJoandsarah77: aka Jo for her simselfFuzzySpork: for her simselfOrikes13: for her simself and Star WaltonRoseFyre: for her simself and Liam Whedon

Hopefully the next part won’t take as long to get out as this one.

Frank would like you to know that if you take his gnome he’s gonna take you out.

Until next time. Happy simming!