A Day in the Death of Jess Mzyra
This is based on the prompt 'Your simself' in simspiration, though I'm not linking it there because... Well, you'd need to know a lot of the other stuff to get it.
~~~~~
It wasn’t so much sleep as extended periods of meditation that Jess got once she died. Most of the other simselves still managed to sleep properly, but Jess had lost that - she pretended it was intentional, but to be honest she kind of missed dreaming and proper sleep; it was never quite the same.
Some days she got to relax and lie around the simself mansion with the others, watching the TV that could show what was going on back in Simfield, or hot-tubbing or anything else, but she was busier lately: generation 2 had started dropping like flies, which was kind of sad, but at least generation 4 appearing was making up for it.
“’kay guys,” she called out to most of the simselves who were happily lounging around the TV, squeeing over the toddlers, “I’m going out to meet somebody.”
“Who’s dying now?” Amy asked from an armchair.
“May Raymond.”
They look at her blankly.
“One of Sean’s twins.”
The blank stares continued.
“One of Elliot’s grandmas through Roxanne.”
“Awww, poor Elliot,” was the agreed consensus. Jess smirked wryly and rolled her eyes before leaving.
~~~~~
She sat on the stage in the arrival room and swung her legs as she waited for May to arrive.
This was something else she hadn’t really thought through when she’d let Seth kill them; she could only really have power in one realm at a time, and although she hadn’t used it much when she was alive, not being able to interfere in Simfield was… uncomfortable. She probably still wouldn’t be doing anything if she had been alive, but the option made her feel better. It was true that she could find a way to resurrect herself, but then she’d have to forfeit control in the Afterlife…! Stupid limited powers.
The lights dimmed slightly as the Grim Reaper appeared with an unconscious May, before he quickly disappeared again. That guy was never a one for small talk. He had yet to ever make any indication of his feelings about Seth having his children either, if he had feelings.
A few moments later, May blinked back to life.
“Hi May.”
She frowned at Jess. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“You’re dead, this is the Afterlife, and I’m… I’m not god, but.”
“But?”
“I don’t know how to finish that sentence without it getting really long and complicated.”
“Oh. So I’m…? Ah, I remember now. Is- Is Brandi…?” May asked hesitantly.
“Brandi’s not following you just yet, but it won’t be long, probably tomorrow.”
“Our poor kids and grandkids…” she sighed.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Lyle will look after Roxanne, Elliot and Vivian, and Karen’ll look after Billy and Jerry.”
“Yeah,” she smiled sadly, “our kids picked well. Oh, and what about Tiana? I always figured, since we were twins…”
“Er, no, it looks like Tiana’s going to live a rather unexpectedly long time. I’m tempted to put it down to the good magic, but I honestly have no idea,” Jess shrugged.
“So, er, what do I do?”
“Well I’ve got a little house set up for you and Brandi when she arrives - you can go there and start making any changes or personal touches if you want. But I’m sure your parents - and grandparents - would also love to see you when you want to.”
“Yes, I’d like to see them too,” she decided. “Can I go?”
“I’ll take you there,” Jess smiled.
~~~~~
Not only was it yet another day where someone was dying, it was also a day where the dead sims would come to the simself mansion. This wasn’t something that was official, but with all eternity to use up and only so many people dead so far, there wasn’t all that much for people to do. And, as such, it had morphed into a tradition whereby certain members would come to the mansion for, as Jess inwardly dubbed it ‘harass Jess day’; involving difficult moral, political and existential questions, generally led by Marina and her constant refrain of:
“What’s he doing now?!” she demanded as she marched into the simself mansion, followed by Nery, Sean, Opal, Nicola, Alvin, Sara, Noelle and May, in various states of concern or amusement at Marina’s eternal fury.
“Hi Marina,” Jess sighed as she flicked the channel over from the cute children and toddlers to Liv, Winston and Seth’s house. Seth and Liv were in the kitchen, stood near the cooker and Liv wasn’t looking too well.
“Is she okay?” Nicola asked worriedly about the granddaughter she had never lived to meet.
“Morning sickness,” Jess smiled as Nicola and Alvin looked pleased.
“What’s he doing?” Marina asked suspiciously.
“Looks like he’s teaching her how to cook. And given the odd concoction he seems to be making, maybe it’s a secret remedy for morning sickness.”
“Well he would know,” Noelle rolled her eyes spitefully before frowning again at her ex-husband.
“And you’re sure he’s not poisoning her or something?” Sean asked.
“No, he likes Liv, and he hasn’t killed anyone since me and the other simselves.”
“Oh, well that’s fine then,” Marina seethed, “I swear, when that boy finally kicks the bucket, I am going to…!”
“Calm down, dear,” Nery tried to sound soothing to his wife, “there’s nothing you can do yet.”
“But look at him there! He’s a shame to our family name! He killed my sister!” she gestured at Nicola. “Can’t you do anything, Mzyra?!” she demanded of Jess, as she did everytime she came over.
“No. Not right now,” she replied, kind of telling the truth.
“I don’t understand how he can just ingratiate himself with our granddaughter and act like nothing ever happened,” Nicola frowned, perplexed.
“He has no sense of shame,” Sara explained. “What about his slimy little boyfriend?”
“Rodney?” Jess translated with a barely suppressed grin before changing the channel to Rodney’s, where he was sat reading happily. “Apparently enjoying the absence of your brother in his home.”
“Nothing particularly interesting then?” Opal asked.
“Not since the wedding. Here, have the remote and look through your descendants yourselves.” She said as she made space on the sofa for them all.
The day quickly reverted to cooing over the cute kids in each of their lines.
“So Mzyra, how much do you know about what’s going to happen to all of these kids?” Sean questioned.
“Er, it varies from person to person. Some I can foretell practically everything, others…”
“But none of these cute kids are going to wind up like Seth, are they?” Sara continued.
Jess glanced at the screen, upon which there was a toddler Hideki being brought to his birthday cake by his father. “Seth was a cute kid once. But no two people are ever exactly alike,” was all she could reasonably say, but nobody seemed to think anything of it regardless.
~~~~~
Jess struggled to even meditate that night, pondering at what point intervention might be absolutely necessary, if at all. So many of those kids, even when they were no longer kids… Sometimes she wished she was just an ordinary simself, not whatever else she was.
~~~~~
It wasn’t so much sleep as extended periods of meditation that Jess got once she died. Most of the other simselves still managed to sleep properly, but Jess had lost that - she pretended it was intentional, but to be honest she kind of missed dreaming and proper sleep; it was never quite the same.
Some days she got to relax and lie around the simself mansion with the others, watching the TV that could show what was going on back in Simfield, or hot-tubbing or anything else, but she was busier lately: generation 2 had started dropping like flies, which was kind of sad, but at least generation 4 appearing was making up for it.
“’kay guys,” she called out to most of the simselves who were happily lounging around the TV, squeeing over the toddlers, “I’m going out to meet somebody.”
“Who’s dying now?” Amy asked from an armchair.
“May Raymond.”
They look at her blankly.
“One of Sean’s twins.”
The blank stares continued.
“One of Elliot’s grandmas through Roxanne.”
“Awww, poor Elliot,” was the agreed consensus. Jess smirked wryly and rolled her eyes before leaving.
~~~~~
She sat on the stage in the arrival room and swung her legs as she waited for May to arrive.
This was something else she hadn’t really thought through when she’d let Seth kill them; she could only really have power in one realm at a time, and although she hadn’t used it much when she was alive, not being able to interfere in Simfield was… uncomfortable. She probably still wouldn’t be doing anything if she had been alive, but the option made her feel better. It was true that she could find a way to resurrect herself, but then she’d have to forfeit control in the Afterlife…! Stupid limited powers.
The lights dimmed slightly as the Grim Reaper appeared with an unconscious May, before he quickly disappeared again. That guy was never a one for small talk. He had yet to ever make any indication of his feelings about Seth having his children either, if he had feelings.
A few moments later, May blinked back to life.
“Hi May.”
She frowned at Jess. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“You’re dead, this is the Afterlife, and I’m… I’m not god, but.”
“But?”
“I don’t know how to finish that sentence without it getting really long and complicated.”
“Oh. So I’m…? Ah, I remember now. Is- Is Brandi…?” May asked hesitantly.
“Brandi’s not following you just yet, but it won’t be long, probably tomorrow.”
“Our poor kids and grandkids…” she sighed.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Lyle will look after Roxanne, Elliot and Vivian, and Karen’ll look after Billy and Jerry.”
“Yeah,” she smiled sadly, “our kids picked well. Oh, and what about Tiana? I always figured, since we were twins…”
“Er, no, it looks like Tiana’s going to live a rather unexpectedly long time. I’m tempted to put it down to the good magic, but I honestly have no idea,” Jess shrugged.
“So, er, what do I do?”
“Well I’ve got a little house set up for you and Brandi when she arrives - you can go there and start making any changes or personal touches if you want. But I’m sure your parents - and grandparents - would also love to see you when you want to.”
“Yes, I’d like to see them too,” she decided. “Can I go?”
“I’ll take you there,” Jess smiled.
~~~~~
Not only was it yet another day where someone was dying, it was also a day where the dead sims would come to the simself mansion. This wasn’t something that was official, but with all eternity to use up and only so many people dead so far, there wasn’t all that much for people to do. And, as such, it had morphed into a tradition whereby certain members would come to the mansion for, as Jess inwardly dubbed it ‘harass Jess day’; involving difficult moral, political and existential questions, generally led by Marina and her constant refrain of:
“What’s he doing now?!” she demanded as she marched into the simself mansion, followed by Nery, Sean, Opal, Nicola, Alvin, Sara, Noelle and May, in various states of concern or amusement at Marina’s eternal fury.
“Hi Marina,” Jess sighed as she flicked the channel over from the cute children and toddlers to Liv, Winston and Seth’s house. Seth and Liv were in the kitchen, stood near the cooker and Liv wasn’t looking too well.
“Is she okay?” Nicola asked worriedly about the granddaughter she had never lived to meet.
“Morning sickness,” Jess smiled as Nicola and Alvin looked pleased.
“What’s he doing?” Marina asked suspiciously.
“Looks like he’s teaching her how to cook. And given the odd concoction he seems to be making, maybe it’s a secret remedy for morning sickness.”
“Well he would know,” Noelle rolled her eyes spitefully before frowning again at her ex-husband.
“And you’re sure he’s not poisoning her or something?” Sean asked.
“No, he likes Liv, and he hasn’t killed anyone since me and the other simselves.”
“Oh, well that’s fine then,” Marina seethed, “I swear, when that boy finally kicks the bucket, I am going to…!”
“Calm down, dear,” Nery tried to sound soothing to his wife, “there’s nothing you can do yet.”
“But look at him there! He’s a shame to our family name! He killed my sister!” she gestured at Nicola. “Can’t you do anything, Mzyra?!” she demanded of Jess, as she did everytime she came over.
“No. Not right now,” she replied, kind of telling the truth.
“I don’t understand how he can just ingratiate himself with our granddaughter and act like nothing ever happened,” Nicola frowned, perplexed.
“He has no sense of shame,” Sara explained. “What about his slimy little boyfriend?”
“Rodney?” Jess translated with a barely suppressed grin before changing the channel to Rodney’s, where he was sat reading happily. “Apparently enjoying the absence of your brother in his home.”
“Nothing particularly interesting then?” Opal asked.
“Not since the wedding. Here, have the remote and look through your descendants yourselves.” She said as she made space on the sofa for them all.
The day quickly reverted to cooing over the cute kids in each of their lines.
“So Mzyra, how much do you know about what’s going to happen to all of these kids?” Sean questioned.
“Er, it varies from person to person. Some I can foretell practically everything, others…”
“But none of these cute kids are going to wind up like Seth, are they?” Sara continued.
Jess glanced at the screen, upon which there was a toddler Hideki being brought to his birthday cake by his father. “Seth was a cute kid once. But no two people are ever exactly alike,” was all she could reasonably say, but nobody seemed to think anything of it regardless.
~~~~~
Jess struggled to even meditate that night, pondering at what point intervention might be absolutely necessary, if at all. So many of those kids, even when they were no longer kids… Sometimes she wished she was just an ordinary simself, not whatever else she was.