The Gemstones - Chapter Four - 1.4
Previously.
Emerald Gemstone lives in Sunset Valley and is married to Dave, who is not a fireman. The couple have two children. A son, Slate and a newly arrived daughter. Emerald has become increasingly unhappy with Dave’s behaviour and has started to have worries about his sanity. We rejoin the family just as the baby is about to become a toddler.
Slate, please to stop woolgathering. Please to finish your homework. The cake’s nearly ready.
Hey, no need to make that face. There’s cake, remember? Plus your sister will be more fun as a toddler. Honest.
Right, let’s get this party started.
Umm, Dave, Dave? Please try to show a little enthusiasm.
It’s your daughter’s birthday. You have a daughter. Remember?
Quick Slate, you don’t want to miss it!
Oh my.
Fortunately, when you kiss the top of a little girl’s head, it causes the hair to grow, instantly. Fact.
It has turned into a great day for Slate. Finally he has someone who admires him and his accomplishments.
Not forgetting the cake. Cake so good that your tongue finds its own way out of your mouth to lick that last delectable morsel from the plate… hmm, cake.
When one has admiration and cake, one doesn’t care when one’s sister plays with one’s favourite toys.
Especially when she clearly loves it dearly. Ah, poetic car cuddles.
Little one’s shouldn’t eat too much cake so it’s time for bed, pudding-top. Talking of puddings… Emerald, is it my imagination or is your bum looking big?
Can you smell cake, little one?
In the search for the source of the alluring odour, no stone was left unturned. Though, personally speaking, I’d have checked the kitchen out first.
See? Cake. Oh Emerald, now I see why your bum was looking big. Cheer up sweetie, it won’t be that bad.
Chill Dave, three candles does not make a dangerous fire.
Here’s hoping that your wish comes true.
Oh my, oh very my.
Clicks fingers, hello? Hello? By the way, I think that the bottom layer of your cake is burnt. Just saying. Oh and that lad, the one with the ear, well he’s your son. Hello? Your name is Dave. Remember?
There now follows a short musical interlude. “I’m walking in the air….”
Hello again, Dave. Wassup dude?
I’m sure it will come back to you.
Oh. I am sorry Emerald. It is ‘that bad’, isn’t it?
Hey guys, some sympathy please. She hasn’t had any breakfast.
Ah, the happy family.
See? Everybody’s happy.
These were the screenshots that I took when I last played in September 2009. My depression is now lifting and I feel the urge to start playing again. I’m hoping that this family will be more joyous or that, with my better mood, I’ll be able to show the happier side of this family. However, the youngsters are entering the grey cycle of the Colour Wheel Challenge. I’ve just checked my notes and this should mean ‘unsettling, depressing, lack of confidence, lack of energy, secure, reliable, mature, boring, practical’ - oh dear.