The Rhyby Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 1
Hooray! I've finished the first chapter to this legacy - and trust me, it's a big deal. I've actually kick-started it!
Never done that before...
Anyways, let me know what you think!
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So, we start off with our legacy founder and her almost finished... long and rectangular shack.
(For the record, I moved her onto an empty lot in a "Second Edition Sunset Valley" world and built the shack.)
Onwards! Meet Circe Rhyby! Can you already guess the naming scheme I'm sticking with for her first generation babies?
Circe is an over-emotional, neurotic, and artistic neat-freak. In my opinion, her traits somewhat conflict with one another, yet at the same time, they don't. Ah well, I suppose that's the life of a tortured artist, aye? She rather enjoys Pop music, Grilled Salmon, and the color Black. She's an eccentric Capricorn whose LTW is to become a Monster Maker. Sounds fun, right?
Circe: Where am I?! As you can so blatantly see by my misleading calm demeanor, I am freaking out here!
Why, your new home, of course! Right now it's rather odd-shaped, but it'll soon grow! :D
Circe: Grow foooor..?
Your legacy, duh! C'mon, you really think I'd feature you for any other reason? ...Okay, maybe because I think you're gawjuss as well, but really, no other reason!
Circe: Dear lord, help me now.
Aw, chin up! I promise it'll be fun! We'll take this 10+ generation long journey together! It's my first time, too, ya know?
Circe: Joy. Do you have any idea what you're doing?
Nah, but that's why we have each other. *flutters eyelashes*
Circe: *facepalm*
Circe: THIS TABLE. OH MY GOD. THIS TABLE. AMAZING.
Thanks! I liked it too! :D The dealer said that--
Circe: OH MY GODS. DEALER?! What have you gotten me and my furniture into, you invisible booming voice!? JEEZ. AM I A PART OF THE MOB NOW?! DO I BELONG TO THEM FOREVER?!
...I was just going to say the dealer - a man that makes furniture for a living - said it was his best-selling, and favorite, piece...
Circe: Oh, gosh. You gave me quite the scare, honestly. Thank you, really, for clearing that up.
...You're welcome. And, feel free to call me Julie. |:
Circe then proceeded to try to find her way to her bedroom. Obviously, that had some little luck...
Circe: Don't play with me here! Help?! I can't get to my bed!
|:
Just so you have an idea of what her darling little awkward-shaped home looks like, here's an aerial shot. Don't let the weirdness of it fool you. I've got an expansion plan in mind!
I sent Circe out a little while after to scope out Sunset Valley's Central Park for any potential manly men.
Circe: You realize this is the first time I've ever been to the park? I gotta make a mental note of this day! I'm so happy, I could cry!
Calm down.
Instead of following through with our mission, though, Circe decided a lecture for her fellow Simian was in order.
Circe: Listen, lady. You see this plate on the ground here? I better not see your plate next to it. ...Please? All these dirty plates will corrupt our soil and our water system! Think of the children, man!
Circe's words of wisdom, ladies and gentlemen. Anyways, since she didn't scope, I decided I would, in her place.
You are not that cute.
And neither are you, my dear sir.
I'm not even sure, but I do believe you're a little too young so, NOPE!
The rest of the sims at the park were either extremely elderly or extremely young.
Circe: Who would throw their plate of food away like this? People these days don't know how to recycle! The homeless people are starving you know! They'll take your leftovers!
You realize the plate's empty right?
Circe: --no home, I know I'd be glad to take your leftover plate of food--
You're not even listening, are you?
Circe: --the aliens might take the food out of the trash cans at night for all I know though. Inconsiderate! Conspiracy! ...What?
Nothing. Just nothing.
Our foundress' first meal of the legacy, everyone! Complete with creepy creeper creepin'! Looks like it doesn't bother Circe as much, though.
CreepyCreeperCreepin': Look at her stuff that entire hotdog in her mouth...
Circe: *mouth full of food* THIS...MMPH...IS...SO...MMPHLICIOUS!
Stay classy, Circe.
Spotted this gem as we were leaving the park, but I decided I didn't quite like his genes.
Circe: When do I get a workbench?
When you start making money. So... get crackin' on that job.
Circe: I really want a workbench.
So, uh... whatcha doing?
Circe: You can't expect me to peacefully look for a job when the stove could explode at any minute can you? S:
No, uh, I guess I can't. Carry on.
Circe rolled the want to join the architectural designer profession and that's what she's getting!
Circe: Ooh, look! A daycare! Let's do that!
No. Maybe you should have rolled that want.
Circe: ...You're no fun.
You'll get over it.
Circe: Gods! I don't think I've ever been this tired in my entire life! And you've effectively made it so that I can't even enter my bedroom!
Make that dough and we can afford a door for you.
Circe: I didn't ask for a weird house that took up all my money!
I'll add a door there once you complete your first assignment. (:
Circe: I think the door would look better over here. I'm feeling this feng shui class I'm taking right now.
Don't lie, you're not taking a feng shui class. And that door would just lead you out, not into your bedroom.
Circe: Why you gotta break balls?
Circe: Speaking of break, I gotta check this sink real quick before I K.O. You never know when the pipe might burst and drown me in the middle of the night after the aliens have dropped my body back into my bed.
Neurotic sims, right? Gotta love them. Oh, but happy news! I accidentally had the doors scrolled down the list so it looked like I couldn't afford one for you, buuuuuut... yay, door for your bedroom!
Circe: I am not amused. Leave my presence immediately.
Sorry, it was a simple mistake...
And so, with peaceful dreams of graphing paper and rulers, our founder's first day is over. Isn't she so sweet sleeping?
And a brand new, neurotic day begins.
Circe: OH GODS! I had a terrible nightmare last night in which my bed held me down while graphing paper wrapped itself around me and rulers measured me! Then the X-Acto Knife! OH, THE X-ACTO KNIFE!
It's a good thing it was just a dream right?
Circe: It was so real! I need a new bed!
There, there. *pats back*
I thought you wanted a new bed...
Circe: Yeah, but you know what I want more? A drafting table. Yeaaaaaaaaah...
O...kay. Well, let's get dressed for your first day of work then so I can get right on that.
Circe: Work? What is this "work?" Do you see this word next to me? Friday? I do believe I will be spending all day in this bed. Because it's Friday.
It's actually Tuesday, but... okay...
Circe: Oh man, I forgot about the stove though. That thing might seriously blow up if I'm not constantly surveilling it.
Yep. Gotta keep up on that stove. It's a cheap one too so it has an even greater chance of blowing up.
Circe: Really?! *worry* I suppose I won't cook with it this morning...
Circe: Soup's fine. Delicious, cold canned soup.
You're really not gonna use the stove are you?
Circe: Nope.
Suit yourself. Hey, is that a finger in your soup?
Circe: *chokes* PLEASE BE KIDDING. OH GODS. IT'S THE MOB ISN'T IT!? THEY'RE SENDING ME A WARNING! YOU TOOK THEIR TABLE AND GAVE IT TO ME! I'M NEXT. OH GODS!
Yeesh, take a joke!
Circe: I refuse to listen to anything you say now.
Awwww, but you have to!
Circe: *cold shoulder* *slurps soup*
OHAY! Look, your first job assignment! Yaaaaay!
Circe: Do I have to? The guy in the picture looks creepy.
If you want your drafting table, you'll do this.
Circe: Fiiiine.
Aw, now look at that cutie-wootie-patootie face! That's so much better!
Circe: *through clenched teeth* Aaaah, I'm smiling cause you sound like a jackass.
Rude.
Mailmain's kind of cute, Circe. Whaddaya think?
Circe: I dunno. Is he manly manly man enough for me? I need someone who can protect me from the mob and the aliens, you know?
Well, you got his attention...
Mailman: That's what her hair reminds me of! My red and blue bicycle from when I was a kid!
Wow, choice picks we got here in Sunset Valley.
Circe: Wow. Even though he has a much larger household than I do at the moment, his decor is vomit-inducing. I'll remember this forever. |:
Don't say that around your client...
So after all that decorating, Circe finally calls up her client to let him know she's ready for his evaluation.
Circe: Also, I hope you don't mind, I know you didn't ask for it, but I added a NICE BIG DAISY PLANT for you! I thought it'd make your work-outs that much more cheery!
Client: I DIDN'T ASK FOR A FUCKING DAISY. DID YOU SEE ME ASK FOR A DAISY?! YOU SPENT MY SIMOLEONS ON A FLOWER?! #$&*(#&$(#@($#)*)@#(!!
Circe: *scared for her dear life* I'm sorry!
Client: On the phone, you sounded like a very pretty lady. However, as I look at you now, you look like a funny man with glasses, a large nose, and moustache.
Circe: ;~;
At least he got the glasses part... right... I'll shut up now.
Client: Hm, this baseball is not the baseball I wanted! Why is it so plain? What are you hiding from me, Mr. Baseball?! Why are you so normal?!
Circe: ._.
Client: Now, if I want to shield myself from the clouds and their tears, what would you suggest? Since you put this work-out station outside.
Circe: Uhm... I can paint some paintings for you and you can stack them up in front of this area. I'm sure they can act like scarecrows and just make the clouds leave you alone.
Yay! Your first paycheck!
Circe: ;~; He didn't like it.
It's okay, bb. I think you did an awesome job.
After completing two other jobs, from which she got so-so reviews (bringing her total current income to 577 simoleons), I decided to send Circe off to the Science Facility to take a class in inventing.
Circe: And lucky for you, I just rolled a want for that too!
Joy. So, how are you enjoying yourself so far? Being this is our first legacy and I'm basically a virgin at this and all.
Circe: I think we're doing okay. We make a good team.
*squee*
Three hours, 500 simoleons, and one skill point later, Circe emerges from her class.
Circe: That was insanely fun. This will make a good memory for me later down the road. I hope I don't develop Alzheimer's and forget. |:
Oh, you optimist, you.
Circe returned home to be greeted by her first bill of the legacy!
Circe: SERIOUSLY? I only have 77 simoleons left! And this is 29?! Do I even have that much stuff?! Oh gods, I'm going to go bankrupt before my life even begins! I don't even have an heir to carry on my name! I won't have money to buy food! I won't have food to survive! Oh, gods! *sobs*
Over-emotionally neurotic this one is.
Circe: When do I get to learn the writing skill? This mailbox is giving me great ideas for a book! "The Mailbox and Its Mail." Catchy right?
Oh yeah. That's gonna be a best seller right there. Go to sleep.
And so our second uneventful unsuccessful day ends. Any thoughts, Circe?
Circe: I think I either need to find a man, stat, or I need a mysterious relative to die so I can inherit their money.
I think... we'll go with the former. I'm trying! I don't want you to have fug babies okay?! I'm not shallow!
Circe: Oh my gods. It's a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream! Inception!
I love that movie. ._.
Circe: I can't wait for this house to be shiny and new and shiny and...
Circe: Oh gods, what if my house becomes too shiny?! The alien overlords will punish me for my osetentacious display! I'll have to beg for mercy just so they won't incinerate me..!
Circe: That half-eaten turkey leg I saw at the park is really looking delectable right now. Maybe my alien lords will enjoy that as an offering.
I honestly don't even know what to think of you right now.
Circe: I wonder if I'll have tons of babies. And if those babies will have babies. Babies in babies in babies?! INCEPTION!
You were on the right path... then you lost it. Watching you dream is like watching a dog that runs in its sleep.
Oh no. Circe's found the speech bubble. Commence conspiracy theories in 3...2...1...
Circe: What? What is this? What's going on? What's this above my head?! I don't like change!
Still waiting on those conspiracy theories...
Circe: Gods, I'm too hungry to even think of anything! Feed me, Julie!
You have arms and the ability to move them. You have legs and the ability to walk. Make yourself a damn sandwich.
Sooo, after all that complaining about your insatiable hunger, you decide to use the toilet instead?
Circe: Oh no. Oh no, OH NO! I've broken it! Why is it not flushing?! FLUSH, YOU STUPID! FLUSH! AAAARGH. CIRCE SMASH!
Okay then.
How's that finger noodle soup treatin' ya?
Circe: ♫ Not listening to youuuuu. ♫
While making her way to the shower, Circe had a thought run across her mind.
Circe: Wouldn't it be marvelous if we had a butler?
It would be. But really, you need a butler at this point in time?
Circe: Yes. Yes, I do.
By now, Circe had completed her first job of the day, and the client, to say the very least, was not happy at all.
Circe: I is sad panda now. ;~; HE HATED ME. MY CAREER AS AN ARCHITECTURAL DESIGNER IS RU-EENED!
;~; I'm sorry, baby.
After receiving her first bad review, poor baby immediately rolled the want for a good review. Sadly, I couldn't give it to her because I had already filled up all her wish slots.
Circe: GODS. I AM RU-EENED. I'LL NEVER WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN. ;~;
Just a filler picture to show you some prettaaaay green scenery.
Hey, it might not have been amazing, but you got a 50 simoleon bonus!
Circe: *sniffles* It's the mob! They're out to ruin me!
Yeah, okay. Sometime between arriving at the Landgraab's to renovate and completing the renovation, Circe was promoted to Pattern Spotter and gained a service award at City Hall in her name. So, naturally, we went to collect.
Circe: FORGET THAT DOUCHEBAG, SEKEMOTO! I'm SO good I got a freaking SERVICE AWARD AND A PROMOTION ALL IN ONE DAY! BOO-FREAKING-YA!
You show 'em, bb!
Look at that, even the Mayor freaking wants you to decorate for him/her!
Circe: I know, I'm pretty awesome. *dusts shoulders off*
Whaddaya say we head to the junk yard so you can collect some scrap in celebration of a good day's work?
Circe: FUCK YEAH.
Circe: I gotta say though, I'm kind of over this architectural designer job. I think self-employment is more my thing, you know?
I honestly can't say I disagree. I hate to see you get your heart broken. Especially since it's so fragile. ):
As I sent Circe off to the junk yard, I happened to spot this cutie walkin' on by. Helloooooooo, Connor Frio. (;
Connor: *unsuspecting, oblivious smile* ♫ Walking down the street, walking down the street. Woo hoo. ♫
And I do believe that is a sufficient spot to end this first chapter on. I realize it was quite long! At least I think it was... Oh god, was it too short?! Was it too long?! *neurotic*
Hopefully you guys enjoyed and stay tuned for what happens next?!
WILL CONNOR BE CIRCE'S UNDYING SOULMATE?!
WHAT WILL CIRCE FIND AT ZE JUNK YARD?!
WHY AM I ASKING RIDICULOUS QUESTIONS?!
Find out more in the next chapter! Woo hoo!
Never done that before...
Anyways, let me know what you think!
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So, we start off with our legacy founder and her almost finished... long and rectangular shack.
(For the record, I moved her onto an empty lot in a "Second Edition Sunset Valley" world and built the shack.)
Onwards! Meet Circe Rhyby! Can you already guess the naming scheme I'm sticking with for her first generation babies?
Circe is an over-emotional, neurotic, and artistic neat-freak. In my opinion, her traits somewhat conflict with one another, yet at the same time, they don't. Ah well, I suppose that's the life of a tortured artist, aye? She rather enjoys Pop music, Grilled Salmon, and the color Black. She's an eccentric Capricorn whose LTW is to become a Monster Maker. Sounds fun, right?
Circe: Where am I?! As you can so blatantly see by my misleading calm demeanor, I am freaking out here!
Why, your new home, of course! Right now it's rather odd-shaped, but it'll soon grow! :D
Circe: Grow foooor..?
Your legacy, duh! C'mon, you really think I'd feature you for any other reason? ...Okay, maybe because I think you're gawjuss as well, but really, no other reason!
Circe: Dear lord, help me now.
Aw, chin up! I promise it'll be fun! We'll take this 10+ generation long journey together! It's my first time, too, ya know?
Circe: Joy. Do you have any idea what you're doing?
Nah, but that's why we have each other. *flutters eyelashes*
Circe: *facepalm*
Circe: THIS TABLE. OH MY GOD. THIS TABLE. AMAZING.
Thanks! I liked it too! :D The dealer said that--
Circe: OH MY GODS. DEALER?! What have you gotten me and my furniture into, you invisible booming voice!? JEEZ. AM I A PART OF THE MOB NOW?! DO I BELONG TO THEM FOREVER?!
...I was just going to say the dealer - a man that makes furniture for a living - said it was his best-selling, and favorite, piece...
Circe: Oh, gosh. You gave me quite the scare, honestly. Thank you, really, for clearing that up.
...You're welcome. And, feel free to call me Julie. |:
Circe then proceeded to try to find her way to her bedroom. Obviously, that had some little luck...
Circe: Don't play with me here! Help?! I can't get to my bed!
|:
Just so you have an idea of what her darling little awkward-shaped home looks like, here's an aerial shot. Don't let the weirdness of it fool you. I've got an expansion plan in mind!
I sent Circe out a little while after to scope out Sunset Valley's Central Park for any potential manly men.
Circe: You realize this is the first time I've ever been to the park? I gotta make a mental note of this day! I'm so happy, I could cry!
Calm down.
Instead of following through with our mission, though, Circe decided a lecture for her fellow Simian was in order.
Circe: Listen, lady. You see this plate on the ground here? I better not see your plate next to it. ...Please? All these dirty plates will corrupt our soil and our water system! Think of the children, man!
Circe's words of wisdom, ladies and gentlemen. Anyways, since she didn't scope, I decided I would, in her place.
You are not that cute.
And neither are you, my dear sir.
I'm not even sure, but I do believe you're a little too young so, NOPE!
The rest of the sims at the park were either extremely elderly or extremely young.
Circe: Who would throw their plate of food away like this? People these days don't know how to recycle! The homeless people are starving you know! They'll take your leftovers!
You realize the plate's empty right?
Circe: --no home, I know I'd be glad to take your leftover plate of food--
You're not even listening, are you?
Circe: --the aliens might take the food out of the trash cans at night for all I know though. Inconsiderate! Conspiracy! ...What?
Nothing. Just nothing.
Our foundress' first meal of the legacy, everyone! Complete with creepy creeper creepin'! Looks like it doesn't bother Circe as much, though.
CreepyCreeperCreepin': Look at her stuff that entire hotdog in her mouth...
Circe: *mouth full of food* THIS...MMPH...IS...SO...MMPHLICIOUS!
Stay classy, Circe.
Spotted this gem as we were leaving the park, but I decided I didn't quite like his genes.
Circe: When do I get a workbench?
When you start making money. So... get crackin' on that job.
Circe: I really want a workbench.
So, uh... whatcha doing?
Circe: You can't expect me to peacefully look for a job when the stove could explode at any minute can you? S:
No, uh, I guess I can't. Carry on.
Circe rolled the want to join the architectural designer profession and that's what she's getting!
Circe: Ooh, look! A daycare! Let's do that!
No. Maybe you should have rolled that want.
Circe: ...You're no fun.
You'll get over it.
Circe: Gods! I don't think I've ever been this tired in my entire life! And you've effectively made it so that I can't even enter my bedroom!
Make that dough and we can afford a door for you.
Circe: I didn't ask for a weird house that took up all my money!
I'll add a door there once you complete your first assignment. (:
Circe: I think the door would look better over here. I'm feeling this feng shui class I'm taking right now.
Don't lie, you're not taking a feng shui class. And that door would just lead you out, not into your bedroom.
Circe: Why you gotta break balls?
Circe: Speaking of break, I gotta check this sink real quick before I K.O. You never know when the pipe might burst and drown me in the middle of the night after the aliens have dropped my body back into my bed.
Neurotic sims, right? Gotta love them. Oh, but happy news! I accidentally had the doors scrolled down the list so it looked like I couldn't afford one for you, buuuuuut... yay, door for your bedroom!
Circe: I am not amused. Leave my presence immediately.
Sorry, it was a simple mistake...
And so, with peaceful dreams of graphing paper and rulers, our founder's first day is over. Isn't she so sweet sleeping?
And a brand new, neurotic day begins.
Circe: OH GODS! I had a terrible nightmare last night in which my bed held me down while graphing paper wrapped itself around me and rulers measured me! Then the X-Acto Knife! OH, THE X-ACTO KNIFE!
It's a good thing it was just a dream right?
Circe: It was so real! I need a new bed!
There, there. *pats back*
I thought you wanted a new bed...
Circe: Yeah, but you know what I want more? A drafting table. Yeaaaaaaaaah...
O...kay. Well, let's get dressed for your first day of work then so I can get right on that.
Circe: Work? What is this "work?" Do you see this word next to me? Friday? I do believe I will be spending all day in this bed. Because it's Friday.
It's actually Tuesday, but... okay...
Circe: Oh man, I forgot about the stove though. That thing might seriously blow up if I'm not constantly surveilling it.
Yep. Gotta keep up on that stove. It's a cheap one too so it has an even greater chance of blowing up.
Circe: Really?! *worry* I suppose I won't cook with it this morning...
Circe: Soup's fine. Delicious, cold canned soup.
You're really not gonna use the stove are you?
Circe: Nope.
Suit yourself. Hey, is that a finger in your soup?
Circe: *chokes* PLEASE BE KIDDING. OH GODS. IT'S THE MOB ISN'T IT!? THEY'RE SENDING ME A WARNING! YOU TOOK THEIR TABLE AND GAVE IT TO ME! I'M NEXT. OH GODS!
Yeesh, take a joke!
Circe: I refuse to listen to anything you say now.
Awwww, but you have to!
Circe: *cold shoulder* *slurps soup*
OHAY! Look, your first job assignment! Yaaaaay!
Circe: Do I have to? The guy in the picture looks creepy.
If you want your drafting table, you'll do this.
Circe: Fiiiine.
Aw, now look at that cutie-wootie-patootie face! That's so much better!
Circe: *through clenched teeth* Aaaah, I'm smiling cause you sound like a jackass.
Rude.
Mailmain's kind of cute, Circe. Whaddaya think?
Circe: I dunno. Is he manly manly man enough for me? I need someone who can protect me from the mob and the aliens, you know?
Well, you got his attention...
Mailman: That's what her hair reminds me of! My red and blue bicycle from when I was a kid!
Wow, choice picks we got here in Sunset Valley.
Circe: Wow. Even though he has a much larger household than I do at the moment, his decor is vomit-inducing. I'll remember this forever. |:
Don't say that around your client...
So after all that decorating, Circe finally calls up her client to let him know she's ready for his evaluation.
Circe: Also, I hope you don't mind, I know you didn't ask for it, but I added a NICE BIG DAISY PLANT for you! I thought it'd make your work-outs that much more cheery!
Client: I DIDN'T ASK FOR A FUCKING DAISY. DID YOU SEE ME ASK FOR A DAISY?! YOU SPENT MY SIMOLEONS ON A FLOWER?! #$&*(#&$(#@($#)*)@#(!!
Circe: *scared for her dear life* I'm sorry!
Client: On the phone, you sounded like a very pretty lady. However, as I look at you now, you look like a funny man with glasses, a large nose, and moustache.
Circe: ;~;
At least he got the glasses part... right... I'll shut up now.
Client: Hm, this baseball is not the baseball I wanted! Why is it so plain? What are you hiding from me, Mr. Baseball?! Why are you so normal?!
Circe: ._.
Client: Now, if I want to shield myself from the clouds and their tears, what would you suggest? Since you put this work-out station outside.
Circe: Uhm... I can paint some paintings for you and you can stack them up in front of this area. I'm sure they can act like scarecrows and just make the clouds leave you alone.
Yay! Your first paycheck!
Circe: ;~; He didn't like it.
It's okay, bb. I think you did an awesome job.
After completing two other jobs, from which she got so-so reviews (bringing her total current income to 577 simoleons), I decided to send Circe off to the Science Facility to take a class in inventing.
Circe: And lucky for you, I just rolled a want for that too!
Joy. So, how are you enjoying yourself so far? Being this is our first legacy and I'm basically a virgin at this and all.
Circe: I think we're doing okay. We make a good team.
*squee*
Three hours, 500 simoleons, and one skill point later, Circe emerges from her class.
Circe: That was insanely fun. This will make a good memory for me later down the road. I hope I don't develop Alzheimer's and forget. |:
Oh, you optimist, you.
Circe returned home to be greeted by her first bill of the legacy!
Circe: SERIOUSLY? I only have 77 simoleons left! And this is 29?! Do I even have that much stuff?! Oh gods, I'm going to go bankrupt before my life even begins! I don't even have an heir to carry on my name! I won't have money to buy food! I won't have food to survive! Oh, gods! *sobs*
Over-emotionally neurotic this one is.
Circe: When do I get to learn the writing skill? This mailbox is giving me great ideas for a book! "The Mailbox and Its Mail." Catchy right?
Oh yeah. That's gonna be a best seller right there. Go to sleep.
And so our second uneventful unsuccessful day ends. Any thoughts, Circe?
Circe: I think I either need to find a man, stat, or I need a mysterious relative to die so I can inherit their money.
I think... we'll go with the former. I'm trying! I don't want you to have fug babies okay?! I'm not shallow!
Circe: Oh my gods. It's a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream! Inception!
I love that movie. ._.
Circe: I can't wait for this house to be shiny and new and shiny and...
Circe: Oh gods, what if my house becomes too shiny?! The alien overlords will punish me for my osetentacious display! I'll have to beg for mercy just so they won't incinerate me..!
Circe: That half-eaten turkey leg I saw at the park is really looking delectable right now. Maybe my alien lords will enjoy that as an offering.
I honestly don't even know what to think of you right now.
Circe: I wonder if I'll have tons of babies. And if those babies will have babies. Babies in babies in babies?! INCEPTION!
You were on the right path... then you lost it. Watching you dream is like watching a dog that runs in its sleep.
Oh no. Circe's found the speech bubble. Commence conspiracy theories in 3...2...1...
Circe: What? What is this? What's going on? What's this above my head?! I don't like change!
Still waiting on those conspiracy theories...
Circe: Gods, I'm too hungry to even think of anything! Feed me, Julie!
You have arms and the ability to move them. You have legs and the ability to walk. Make yourself a damn sandwich.
Sooo, after all that complaining about your insatiable hunger, you decide to use the toilet instead?
Circe: Oh no. Oh no, OH NO! I've broken it! Why is it not flushing?! FLUSH, YOU STUPID! FLUSH! AAAARGH. CIRCE SMASH!
Okay then.
How's that finger noodle soup treatin' ya?
Circe: ♫ Not listening to youuuuu. ♫
While making her way to the shower, Circe had a thought run across her mind.
Circe: Wouldn't it be marvelous if we had a butler?
It would be. But really, you need a butler at this point in time?
Circe: Yes. Yes, I do.
By now, Circe had completed her first job of the day, and the client, to say the very least, was not happy at all.
Circe: I is sad panda now. ;~; HE HATED ME. MY CAREER AS AN ARCHITECTURAL DESIGNER IS RU-EENED!
;~; I'm sorry, baby.
After receiving her first bad review, poor baby immediately rolled the want for a good review. Sadly, I couldn't give it to her because I had already filled up all her wish slots.
Circe: GODS. I AM RU-EENED. I'LL NEVER WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN. ;~;
Just a filler picture to show you some prettaaaay green scenery.
Hey, it might not have been amazing, but you got a 50 simoleon bonus!
Circe: *sniffles* It's the mob! They're out to ruin me!
Yeah, okay. Sometime between arriving at the Landgraab's to renovate and completing the renovation, Circe was promoted to Pattern Spotter and gained a service award at City Hall in her name. So, naturally, we went to collect.
Circe: FORGET THAT DOUCHEBAG, SEKEMOTO! I'm SO good I got a freaking SERVICE AWARD AND A PROMOTION ALL IN ONE DAY! BOO-FREAKING-YA!
You show 'em, bb!
Look at that, even the Mayor freaking wants you to decorate for him/her!
Circe: I know, I'm pretty awesome. *dusts shoulders off*
Whaddaya say we head to the junk yard so you can collect some scrap in celebration of a good day's work?
Circe: FUCK YEAH.
Circe: I gotta say though, I'm kind of over this architectural designer job. I think self-employment is more my thing, you know?
I honestly can't say I disagree. I hate to see you get your heart broken. Especially since it's so fragile. ):
As I sent Circe off to the junk yard, I happened to spot this cutie walkin' on by. Helloooooooo, Connor Frio. (;
Connor: *unsuspecting, oblivious smile* ♫ Walking down the street, walking down the street. Woo hoo. ♫
And I do believe that is a sufficient spot to end this first chapter on. I realize it was quite long! At least I think it was... Oh god, was it too short?! Was it too long?! *neurotic*
Hopefully you guys enjoyed and stay tuned for what happens next?!
WILL CONNOR BE CIRCE'S UNDYING SOULMATE?!
WHAT WILL CIRCE FIND AT ZE JUNK YARD?!
WHY AM I ASKING RIDICULOUS QUESTIONS?!
Find out more in the next chapter! Woo hoo!