Friday, February 28, 2020

2.2 Plaid Means Haunted



Lynx never thought of himself as particularly sentimental, but after his mother's death he finds himself uncomfortable in his childhood home. He wants a fresh start, and as luck would have it a few properties have recently come up for sale. He ends up moving into the house next door.



The colorful little kitchen is cramped, compared to what Lynx grew up with, and so are the four bedrooms...



...but the living room is open enough for this impressive gaming setup.

Mariposa, who invited herself in and doesn't seem to want to leave, is quite vocal about hating it. She was attached to the old house.



"You should get new furniture at least! This stuff was left by the previous owner. It could be haunted! Plaid means haunted," she rambles angrily.

Lynx pulls her into a hug and smiles suggestively. "But this couch is bigger and comfier than my parents'..."

Mariposa places her hand between his legs. "Well... if it makes you happy, I can try to get used to it. Like, no promises or anything."



The work placement program for Sim Nation foster kids shuffled Mariposa into a career as cleaning staff... at the hospital. So that's a potential disaster Lynx doesn't want to think about.



The science and medical buildings are a joint rabbithole in Aurora Skies.




Mariposa shows up for work at the crack of dawn, without fail, but sometimes forgets what she's supposed to be wearing.

"Do you know they have science labs in here?" she asks nobody, as she does a final circle around the building before she can enter. Her morning ritual.

"Of course," Sanna Warbler responds cheerfully as she exits her own carpool. "I'm a receptionist at Landgraab Industries. Do you have a question about our labs?"

Mariposa doesn't even look at her. "They run fish-robot cross breeding experiments in the same building where they deliver babies."

"Ssssort of," Sanna says carefully, "but definitely not in the same room. We have very safe procedures. You don't need to worry!"



"Yeah, I'm going to expose all of this illegal sim experimentation. That's the only reason I accepted this shitty job cleaning bed pans. I think Fish Kid was born right here in Aurora Skies."

"Oh," Sanna says blandly, as she inches away. "Okay."

Mariposa finally glances at Sanna. "You look different, Mina."

"Mina is my sister," Sanna clarifies.




Lynx works here at Cuisine & Contracts, as established.

He couldn't afford a car, but he doesn't want to ride bicycles his whole life like his parents did, so he has this... thing... now, instead.



Every evening he gets home to find Mariposa has let herself in, despite him locking all the doors and windows. He's not sure how she keeps doing this, but at least she has hot mac'n'cheese waiting for him.

He can't make himself call the cops on someone who made him dinner.

It would just seem rude.



There are other, very tangible benefits of not calling the cops.



They piss away most afternoons gaming.




Lynx fills up the downstairs study with arcade cabinets.





Mariposa thinks skilling logic will help her advance in her career.

"People have made it from bed pan cleaner to world renowned surgeon before," she says.

Lynx types away at his computer, coding new things. Always coding. He's been promoted a few times already, having gone from game tester to programmer in short order, and is angling to be technical director someday. "No they haven't," he says.

She rolls her eyes. "Why is this stupid fox rug in here?"

"It's my programming den, I can have whatever the hell I want in here."

"It's just, you moved out of your perfectly good family home so you could have a fresh start, but you took STUFF from the home. So it's not very fresh."

"It comforts me. It was my nursery rug." Lynx is comfortable saying things to Mariposa that he wouldn't be comfortable telling any other person.

"Stupid, crafty fox... thinks it's better than me..." she grumbles.

Maybe he should just get a dog instead. Dogs listen.



Managing a household alone blows. Things in the fridge are always going rotten. Bills need to be paid. The bathrooms needs to be cleaned. Two bathrooms instead of one bathroom seemed like such a great selling point for this house, but battling mold has become Lynx's nightmare.




"T'ch. Move over. You're useless," Mariposa tells him, when the dishwasher breaks and he's at a total loss as to how to deal with it.

She squats down and begins repairing the thing. Lynx wants to have respect for this, but mainly he's staring at the all too pleasant curve of her rear end.

"You gotta know how to handle these things," she says, "you know, for survival situations. You never know when you might get stranded in the woods. Out there beyond the lakes? That's an area not fit for sim habitation. You have to be prepared."

Lynx's eyes go half-lidded. "Prepared for all the feral packs of dishwashers roaming the wilds?"

"Yes dumbass. It'd be a good idea if you prepared. I don't want the future father of my children getting electrocuted by a stray dishwasher."

"Children? Father of your children? Who is this man?" Lynx glances at the giant box of instant ramen on the counter. "Surely not the guy who subsists off of ramen and mac'n'chee."

"Two types of noodle is better than one," she says. "Always diversify your portfolio."

"Just so we're clear, I would make a bad father and you would make a bad mother."

Mariposa glares over her shoulder at him. "I would make a great mother."



Sometimes Brooke Valstrom comes over to game. She and Lynx had a lot in common as childhood friends, and they have both ended up in the same career as game developers. So what looks like trash talking each other here is... um... work research???



Lynx just hates it when Brooke talks about her boyfriend. She's still with Chen Ahere, who is still a petty, jealous slob with raging insecurity issues. Brooke talks endlessly about his filthy habits around their apartment, and about his overbearing family, and about how she has to lie about hanging out with only female coworkers or Chen will go nuclear... and yet she wants to marry this guy.

"You're beautiful and you could do better," Lynx grumbles.

"He has good qualities," Brooke brushes off Lynx's concerns.

Maybe Chen Ahere does have good qualities. Maybe they are enough to outweigh the bad. Maybe Lynx is getting an unclear picture of Brooke and Chen's relationship because Brooke is just venting in what she thinks is a safe space. She never goes into any detail about how good he is, but she has endless stories about how big of a jerk he is.

Apparently she broke up with him more than once, and he always won her back with grand gestures of love even though his initial reactions were to tell her she was unworthy of love and nothing without him. Things he did not really mean, Brooke clarifies. Things he said in anger.

"It's like he's always trying to isolate me. He has all these elaborate plans about what to do in our free time, so like I never have any unless I lie to him about needing to do stuff for work..."

Lynx glowers at his controller. "You know this guy is a bunch of red flags, right? Why are you lying to him? Why are you lying to anyone? Do what you want, and he can deal with it."

"I love him," Brooke says. "I don't want to hurt him."

Lynx knows exactly how that feels, because he wants to call Brooke an idiot right now, but he doesn't because he loves her and he doesn't want to hurt her.






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Etc.: Do you like Lynx's new house? I downloaded it from here.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

2.1 An Aggressive Confidence



The warm weather lures Fairuza back to her old habits, running laps around the town.



She winds up at The Blue Lagoon, her old favorite sports bar, where she can watch the game. Her partial ownership of the Aurora Skies sportsball team is, at this point, purely a monetary thing. Her actual involvement is very little.



Cassidy Wrede hires Fairuza to give her some weights training though.

Having rolled Opportunist, I cannot let Fairuza ignore this.



Cassidy takes a bathroom break. Fairuza spies her daughter Astral using some equipment nearby and is immediately reminded of her pie in the sky wish to have five grandchildren.





Fairuza watches her daughter struggle for a while before she starts to offer pointers.

"I don't need HELP, Mom! I'm fine! I'm pumped! Rrrrggghh!"




Heeeeey, it's Jonas.




Lynx has aged up to young adult.




Though Fairuza doesn't see much of a difference.

"Stop being such a meme! Use a cooldown!" Lynx shouts into his mic, seemingly oblivious to his mother's presence as she wanders through the house.

She can't say his constant gaming hasn't paid off. His infamy in the online gaming community landed him a job as a beta tester for Cuisine & Contracts' game development. Sometimes she can't tell if he's working from home or gaming for pleasure.



It's a nice day for grilling. Fairuza enjoys standing on the porch, feeling the sunshine on her face. Her husband is dead and three of her children have left the nest... she can't stop thinking about it, about the emptiness of the house.



She isn't sure if Lynx will leave her, too, but for now he's still here and she takes care of all the little things for him. The cooking, the cleaning, the laundry. She doesn't take his money when he tries to help her with bills. She just wants him to know she loves him and she'd take care of him forever.

Rock's death left her feeling like she had so much love left to give him, as if more of it welled up inside every day, and she can't do anything for Rock anymore so she does things for their son instead.




Mariposa Fernandez.

She was attractive enough as a teen, Lynx thought, but now that she's an adult he can't take his eyes off her. She struts through the town with an aggressive confidence, casting judgment upon all she sees.



"I'm only wearing this nerd shit to appeal to you," she says, gesturing at her breasts, or rather the design on her shirt that stretches over said breasts. "I hope you like what you see."

 Lynx is normally able to play it cool around her, self-assured of his own intellectual superiority, but suddenly he finds himself blushing and mentally stumbling over what to say to her. "Y-yeah you're pretty hot," he manages.



"Then I want you to take me home and woohoo me," she says, as she grabs the sides of his head firmly, lovingly... possessively.

Lynx smiles nervously. "You realize you're saying this in public right now, right?"

She stares blankly. "You want to woohoo in public on my first time? Okay then."

"That's not what I..."

"We aren't kids anymore Lynx. I want to make you mine."

What the hell? Lynx's instincts are at war. This is all going too fast, this is too many red flags, but on the other hand this sort of behavior is what he's come to expect from Mariposa... and damn, he wants it too...


 


Their impatience leads them to seek the closest semi-private space available, so they end up woohooing in the festival's hot air balloon. It's awkward, it's thrilling, and thunderclouds roll in ominously as it happens.



After it's done, the pair celebrates their adulthood with some ice cream.

Mariposa quickly finds a flaw in her dessert. "This is the same color as my shirt. I don't know if I can eat this. It's like eating me."

"I can take your shirt off again," Lynx offers.

Mariposa seems to consider this, then shoves half the cone into her mouth.

Lynx isn't sure how to interpret that.



Mariposa follows him home and watches him make mac'n'cheese, the extent of his culinary skill and his favorite meal. His mother never seems to make it, always insisting he try healthier options...

"This is my home now," Mariposa remarks. "This is my kitchen."

"Um, no," Lynx snorts. "You just invited yourself in."



"Is that Mariposa?" Fairuza calls out, from where she's watering plants. "Is she staying for dinner?"

"I have dinner taken care of, Mom!" Lynx yells, annoyed.



 He just wanted Fairuza to butt out of his relationship with Mariposa, but, y'know, not like this.



Mariposa feels very sad, watching her boyfriend cry. She remembers how she felt when her own parents died, leaving her crying alone in the house until a social worker came for her.



Lynx allows her to stay the night to comfort him.



They fall asleep in each others' arms eventually, only for the burglar alarm to go off.



Mariposa embarrasses Lynx by yelling at the cop.

"You're just a fascist crook pig yourself! Get off my property!" she screams.

The policeman doesn't even turn around to look at her. Everyone at the station knows to ignore Mariposa Fernandez. She's been annoying them ever since she was a kid.



Graduation for Lynx's age group is on the same day as his mother's funeral.

Astral is so busy crying that she's a no-show for both, but Ivy drags her entire family along.





Lily is now in the child stage, and Andrew is a toddler.




The graduation ceremony lasts for several exhausting hours.

Mariposa's former classmates vote her Most Likely to Offend Others.








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Etc.: Since Lynx is the heir, Epiphany has joined the other spares on the downloads page.