Saturday, February 17, 2018

Chapter 128: Star Strike



Lucida and Benino in their yard, playing with a frisbee.




Today finds Molly and Dysen at the seasonal festival grounds.

Skeeball for summer? At least some things have not changed.



Molly remembers how much she fails at Skeeball.



Dysen wonders why so many people are loitering around this odd caravan.

"We're waiting on the fortune teller," Cara Selmone explains. "I like to consult with an astrologist before making any huge life decisions."

"Astrologists? Those people that tell you generic things that could apply to anyone?"

"You just don't understand. Marvin Craft has a way of seeing into people's souls."

"What, like magic?"

"No, it's based on stars," Cara huffs.



Dysen offers to give her a free reading. "Let's see... you're a Taurus, right?"

"Oh, so you can tell!" Cara's uneasiness fades instantly.

"This week the stars are in your favor. Your ego will receive a well-deserved boost from any confidence-building success, allowing you to take on any delays or complexities without breaking much of a sweat. If you're not sure where to find the success you need, consider consulting with an older person you feel comfortable with. No matter where we are in life, there remains a part of us that draws support and nurturing from someone with more experience. Draw some strength from this valuable resource by visiting or calling. Remember to express your gratitude for this supportive relationship, or you may feel guilty when it's too late."

"Wow..."


"You're sad your dog died, but no, you shouldn't get a new one if your roommates hate animals. It would be unfair to both your roomies and the dog."

"Wh-what? How did you know?"

"Well..."

"Was my dog's death written in the stars?"

"...Yes," Dysen uses the smooth recovery interaction.



Others assume Dysen is in the fortune telling business, and crowd around to await their turn.

"Hey, aren't you David Ziggfield?"

"Yes, yes, I'm extremely famous."

"Sister Sell Out is my aunt, I'm immune to being starstruck."

"Ah! I see, I see. Yes, it would be difficult to read the stars if they were striking you."



Some bald guy approaches Dysen. "Ay, you. What do yuh think you're doing? I'm working this here park."

"I... uh... I was just having a bit of a fun. Sorry. You must be Marvin Craft."

"Marvin Craft the Extraordinary. So. Wait. You're not a fortune teller?"

"...No."

"Well you're a natural, kid. I should give you a job."



This cannot be happening.




"You're a con artist," Acheron said.

"Oh?" Dysen could barely keep a straight face.


"You become a celebrity psychic."


"That's... well... I am a psychic, it wouldn't be a con."




"Hey," Marvin prods Dysen back to the present. "What's a matter? You already have a job?"

"No. I don't, actually."

"Good! Come back here at one o'clock Monday, and I will see that you get started putting that talent to use."

And with that Marvin Craft leaves to tend to the crowd.



"I might have a job," Dysen informs Molly.

"Really? Doing what?"

"Telling lies, I think? And the pay wasn't exactly discussed."

Molly frowns, concerned. "Telling... lies?"

Dysen chuckles. "The fortune teller over there wanted to hire me."

"Oh! That sounds... interesting? Maybe fun?" Molly isn't sure what to think. "We'll eventually need money, so."

"Yep. I'll see what happens."



Whatever! Lunch time!


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Entropy destroys a newspaper.



Then he ages up.



Along with the General.



And sister Ambiance.



Five cats is far too many cats, but nobody knows how to choose which ones to get rid of, so for now they seem to be staying.



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On Monday Dysen reports in to Marvin Craft. Craft shows him a few tricks of the trade, then brings him across town to a curious collection of tents.

"This is our home base, so to speak," Marvin says proudly.



"Our main caravans are here all year. We have the permit in the park for summers only. It's basically an advertisement. Can't afford to waste the money in other seasons."



Marvin supervises Dysen's first interactions with a customer. This crystal ball is like Aunt Izzy's, Dysen thinks, except it's all holographic lights and fake. Indeed, the crystal is not suitable for channeling real magic. It's just pretty.



"Yes... your future is coming into focus now..." Dysen drones, finding this role both ridiculous and hilarious to take on. He doesn't feel comfortable reading Casper Kasmir's mind here, not with Craft watching, but Dysen still has the advantage of knowing exactly how Craft wants him to sell it.



Kasmir listens intently to his fortune, enraptured with every word.



Kasmir could swear the mystic's eyes actually glow.




"Craft was impressed," Dysen reports, "and I am getting paid."

"So you're a performance artist," Molly muses. "That's so hot."



On the downside, Dysen is supposed to read this book, The Horrors of Horoscopes.

He thought he was done with homework after high school!



Molly's attempts to make money do not go as well. Nobody wants her art.

Still, she is driven to create.



When she feels stuck, she helps out in the garden until inspiration strikes again.





Ceth, can you get through just one sing-o-gram today without making a fool of yourself?




"So.... astronomy to astrology. I expected you'd have a comment, Dad."

Carlos shrugs. "It's obviously not the career I'd have chosen for you."

"I'm surrounded by lying con artists that promote irrationality and magical thinking. I know. You're a little offended."

"All of your intelligence, and you use it for this."

Dysen grins. "Aha! There it is. The condemnation."

Carlos's bland expression doesn't change. "At the same time, there is 'magic' hiding all around us. Your uncle would be the first to say we lie every day just by existing and keeping our nature a secret."

"Poor, sappy Uncle Milo."

"It's your life to live, son. You only get one. Do what makes you happy."

"I'm happy enough already," Dysen reflects. "I guess you could say this just entertains me."



Did you ever wonder if you can fit five cats into a cat gym?



You can.



For science!





Molly runs into an old friend. "Robbie is that you?! Oh wow!"




"Yep, it's me. Hi there, Molly."

"I had no idea you were in town!"

"I had a hunch you moved to Monte Vista, but I was afraid to look you up," Robbie confesses.



"Don't be silly, Robbie. I left on bad terms with Tabby, not with you."

"Well you'll be relieved to know I broke free of those politics. I'm still with the organization, of course..."

"Of course."

"...but I'll be happy if I never see a Rook again."



They make smalltalk. Molly is at the marketplace to buy another ducky, it seems.

"So cute," Robbie agrees.



They move on to heavier subjects, their successes and failures.

Molly can't get anyone to buy her art.

Robbie's wife, August Woods, discovered the truth about his job and left him. He has no idea where August is now, and may never see their daughter Farrah again. Robbie hooked up with Jesse Lu after the organization sent him here, and they have a daughter named Lydia, but Jesse quickly lost interest in him and married some weird artist named Julian Poirot.

"It's not weird to be an artist," Molly reminds him.

"Julian makes it weird," Robbie grumbles.



Supportive hug.

"You know," Robbie lowers his voice, "we've been moving a lot of Trang Pham pieces lately. We could use someone of your talent around."

"Trang Pham?" Molly frowns, instantly recognizing the name of the 'brilliant' 'artistic savant' who is currently all the rage, renowned for her 'unique avant garde style'. "That's all anyone is interested in buying."

"People like saying they own a Trang Pham. They pay out the nose..."

"I can't help, Robbie. I don't do that stuff anymore."

"Alright, but if you change your mind, I can put in a good word."

"I won't change my mind," Molly says firmly. Dysen's family isn't hurting for money, and she's free to pursue her own projects. She doesn't need to stoop to forging someone else's art.



Molly's toy collection gains a new ducky.






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Etc.: Marvin Craft is a homeless repairman in Midnight Hollow. I made no edits to him. Now he's Dysen's boss.

Trang Pham is another Midnight Hollow sim, but I didn't import her into town. She's just a celebrity that lives somewhere else. When I don't want to make up celebrities, EA is there to provide. Molly's thoughts about her are lifted straight from the Pham household description.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Chapter 127: Ducky



Everyone has left the birthday party except for Molly, and Dysen doesn't want her to leave, so he asks her to move in! She hates living with her parents anyway.

"I was wondering when you'd ask."



"I found this in the consignment shop," Molly says. "Real nectar. Supposedly. I thought it would make for a better birthday celebration than Ceth's party drinks, anyway."

"You really are the best."

"I know."



 So they stay up late drinking, chatting, and watching old movies.




Tickle fight!



There is no extra bed for Molly, so Dysen tells her to sleep in his for the night.

Unfortunately that was not a naughty request. There's only room for one.



They'll figure out what to do about the sleeping arrangements later.




Molly cannot seem to stay asleep. She prances back downstairs after only a few hours' shuteye and proclaims her love for Dysen via megaphone.



The town holds a graduation ceremony for the few students in Dysen and Molly's age range.

Molly is voted 'Most Artistic'.



Carlos takes 'the kids' out for lunch afterwards.

"My great-grandmother made a lot of money in this town selling her paintings," Carlos tells Molly about Greta Goldbeard, trying to offer fatherly-type support to the hopeful artist.



After lunch, the couple ditches the old man in favor of a visit to Danza.



For a while, they have the dance floor to themselves...




...but later on a crowd shows up.

Dysen and Molly feel much more 'at home' surrounded by noise and people.






Sometimes one just has to blow stars.



Wait, what?




Meanwhile, Ceth has been summoned for a sing-o-gram, and has to track down the client at the local toy shop.



Katarina Stewart... toy enthusiast.




Ceth can always tell who her fangirls are. The double bun hair strikes again.




"I love your work," Estella Stout says. "And our people have to stick together, right?"

Ceth looks Estella over, noting the speckled face, the odd complexion and the wine-red hair.

Ceth just smiles and nods.



The client is actually Todd Landgraab, some super-rich dweeb.




A typical Landgraab, Todd shows no concern when Ceth accidentally lights herself on fire.





Shower-in-a-can: doctors' #1 choice for burn treatment.




Unrelated picture of Robbie Rob Platt failing to impress a woman.



"I don't even know you!" Letizia Lombardi-Seng complains.



D:



Perhaps sensing how inconvenient it will be for Molly and Dysen to live in Dysen's small floral print bedroom, Milo decides to move back in with his parents and aunt Izzy.

"They could use someone to help upkeep the house, you know?"

"Just let me know if anything breaks. I don't want you electrocuting yourself."

"Shut up, Carlos."

"I'm just saying! I'm the only one with the handiness skill!"



It's raining, but the sun is shining. Milo challenges Carlos to one last game of catch before he leaves the household.



Molly takes on the challenge of converting Milo's bedroom into one for herself and Dysen.

Dysen doesn't mind things that aren't his style as long as Molly picked them out.



 The snake is a souvenir from Shang Simla.




"Aww, you kept your teddy."

"Yeah, it came with the house in Starlight Shores apparently. He's been hanging out in my bedroom my whole life, so. I dunno. I didn't feel right leaving him behind."

"Does he have a name?"



"Not... really?" Dysen tries to think back. He and Acheron both played with the bear. So did Orazia and Fairuza, who even set up tea parties with the ratty old thing. Dysen cannot recall anyone giving the toy a name.

"He should have a name!" Molly insists.

Dysen blinks. "Okay. I will leave that to you."

"How about Chana?"



"I have two or three others in a box somewhere if you want to name them too," Dysen teases.




As it turns out, Molly has the childish trait now, and... kinda likes having toys around. Not necessarily to play with, just for atmosphere.

She's an artist, don't question it.



She can think of better things to do in a new bedroom on a rainy day than name stuffed bears, though.




These two are looking forward to their new life together. Their family will be perfect, Molly thinks. They won't be like her parents.



Anyway, here are some other pics of the bedroom. It's split into two parts; through one door is a staircase leading down outside to the driveway, through another is the hallway that connects all the household's four bedrooms to a bathroom and the main inner stairway of the house, and through the glass doors is the bedroom proper.

Molly has converted this extra space into a hobby room where she can paint.




Ducky!









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Etc.: Chana was an RNG name when I clicked on the bear. There is no significance.

I just noticed, but it looks like turning into a werewolf gives Dysen his old hair and bandana back. I'll have to fix that.

Generation 5 rolled 'My Precious' for Misc. Fun, so I'm having Molly slowly collect toys.

The generation goal is Fulfilled, so that's a change of pace for me. I have to remember to not cancel promised wishes when they become inconvenient, only when they become impossible.

I already revealed the family structure as couple. Time will tell if Acheron was right about the careers and number of children.