Myshuno! 7: "Why is it so cold?"
Prompt: "Why is it so cold?"
Universe: The Boolpropian Round Robin Legacy: Generation Nine
Word Count: 716
Notes: Not canon if anyone ever does write spare stories for Seren or Ma'or, but since no one has...well, I don't feel bad using them a little. (Also, I debated on whether to label this as Generation Eight or Generation Nine, but I realized the timing puts it during Generation Nine, even though it's sims from Generation Eight...yeah, I don't even know.)
Seren shivered as she dug through her suitcase, looking for something to wear over the tank top and jeans she'd put on after her shower. Her sweater desperately needed to be washed, since she'd worn it every day for the last week. Unfortunately, as she'd thought, it was her only sweater.
They were in a highway motel somewhere on the long stretch between Riverblossom Hills and Desiderata Valley, with no real plans on where to go next. Seren was pretty sure their next destination needed to be a laundromat, or maybe a clothing store - not only was her sweater really starting to smell, she was down to her last pair of jeans and low on underwear as well.
Giving up on her suitcase, she started digging through Ma'or's, where she eventually found a hoodie. It was too big on her - even though she was almost as tall as he was, she was skinny, like Mom, while Ma'or was a bit more solid - but at least it was warm.
She grabbed her room key, wallet, and cell phone and shoved them in her pockets, then headed down to the continental breakfast the clerk had told them came free with their room when they'd checked in the night before.
It wasn't much of a breakfast, but it was food, so she grabbed a bagel and an orange and went to join her brother, who was sitting reading the newspaper, an empty plate in front of him on the table.
"Morning," he said, looking up.
"Morning."
"Is that my hoodie?"
"Yeah, sorry, my sweater is getting gross and it is way too cold to walk around in just a tank top. Why is it so cold?"
"Not everywhere's as warm as Viper Canyon, and it's fall."
"And getting closer to winter." Seren shivered again. "We need to find a laundromat. And maybe a clothing store."
"Yes, I would eventually like that hoodie back, thanks." Ma'or frowned. "How are we on cash?"
"We definitely have enough for the laundromat...not so sure about buying clothes, it depends on how much we spend. I can go cheap, but I really need something warmer. Well. Somethings."
"I probably could use a couple more sweatshirts myself. We can ask at the front desk when we check out, find a laundromat and a clothing store."
Seren nodded. "Definitely." She spread some butter on her bagel and grabbed the sections of the paper that Ma'or had piled up on his left - he put unread sections on his right and sections he'd read on his left, and he never minded if she took the sections he'd already finished. She began to read, quickly getting absorbed in the news of the world.
About ten minutes later, as Seren was finishing her bagel, Ma'or looked up at her. "Seren?"
"Hrm?" She didn't look up from the paper.
"Where are we going?"
She blinked. This time she put the paper down. "What do you mean?"
"Do we have a goal? I know we had to leave, and we've left. We're nowhere near Viper Canyon anymore. But...do we have an endpoint? Or are we just going to keep driving forever?"
Seren put her head in her hands. "I don't know. I thought we'd all go together, but Roxanna..."
"Yeah. Roxanna." Ma'or looked at his hands, clearly thinking about the note Roxanna had left, saying that she couldn't stay any longer and she wished them well. Neither of them mentioned their other sister. "I don't - going was right choice. But I don't think I can live like this forever."
"Me either. And I definitely don't want to drive straight north through winter either." Seren bit her lip. "Mom didn't say anything about what to do once we'd left, but I don't think she meant us to just keep going. She settled down eventually, after all."
Ma'or nodded. "Let's ask at the desk when we check out. Maybe there's somewhere near here which will call to us for longer than a night or so."
"I hope so."
"Me too."
They stood up and went back to the room, ready to pack their barely-unpacked suitcases, hoping that one day - preferably one day soon - they'd find a place that would make them want to unpack them for good.
Universe: The Boolpropian Round Robin Legacy: Generation Nine
Word Count: 716
Notes: Not canon if anyone ever does write spare stories for Seren or Ma'or, but since no one has...well, I don't feel bad using them a little. (Also, I debated on whether to label this as Generation Eight or Generation Nine, but I realized the timing puts it during Generation Nine, even though it's sims from Generation Eight...yeah, I don't even know.)
Seren shivered as she dug through her suitcase, looking for something to wear over the tank top and jeans she'd put on after her shower. Her sweater desperately needed to be washed, since she'd worn it every day for the last week. Unfortunately, as she'd thought, it was her only sweater.
They were in a highway motel somewhere on the long stretch between Riverblossom Hills and Desiderata Valley, with no real plans on where to go next. Seren was pretty sure their next destination needed to be a laundromat, or maybe a clothing store - not only was her sweater really starting to smell, she was down to her last pair of jeans and low on underwear as well.
Giving up on her suitcase, she started digging through Ma'or's, where she eventually found a hoodie. It was too big on her - even though she was almost as tall as he was, she was skinny, like Mom, while Ma'or was a bit more solid - but at least it was warm.
She grabbed her room key, wallet, and cell phone and shoved them in her pockets, then headed down to the continental breakfast the clerk had told them came free with their room when they'd checked in the night before.
It wasn't much of a breakfast, but it was food, so she grabbed a bagel and an orange and went to join her brother, who was sitting reading the newspaper, an empty plate in front of him on the table.
"Morning," he said, looking up.
"Morning."
"Is that my hoodie?"
"Yeah, sorry, my sweater is getting gross and it is way too cold to walk around in just a tank top. Why is it so cold?"
"Not everywhere's as warm as Viper Canyon, and it's fall."
"And getting closer to winter." Seren shivered again. "We need to find a laundromat. And maybe a clothing store."
"Yes, I would eventually like that hoodie back, thanks." Ma'or frowned. "How are we on cash?"
"We definitely have enough for the laundromat...not so sure about buying clothes, it depends on how much we spend. I can go cheap, but I really need something warmer. Well. Somethings."
"I probably could use a couple more sweatshirts myself. We can ask at the front desk when we check out, find a laundromat and a clothing store."
Seren nodded. "Definitely." She spread some butter on her bagel and grabbed the sections of the paper that Ma'or had piled up on his left - he put unread sections on his right and sections he'd read on his left, and he never minded if she took the sections he'd already finished. She began to read, quickly getting absorbed in the news of the world.
About ten minutes later, as Seren was finishing her bagel, Ma'or looked up at her. "Seren?"
"Hrm?" She didn't look up from the paper.
"Where are we going?"
She blinked. This time she put the paper down. "What do you mean?"
"Do we have a goal? I know we had to leave, and we've left. We're nowhere near Viper Canyon anymore. But...do we have an endpoint? Or are we just going to keep driving forever?"
Seren put her head in her hands. "I don't know. I thought we'd all go together, but Roxanna..."
"Yeah. Roxanna." Ma'or looked at his hands, clearly thinking about the note Roxanna had left, saying that she couldn't stay any longer and she wished them well. Neither of them mentioned their other sister. "I don't - going was right choice. But I don't think I can live like this forever."
"Me either. And I definitely don't want to drive straight north through winter either." Seren bit her lip. "Mom didn't say anything about what to do once we'd left, but I don't think she meant us to just keep going. She settled down eventually, after all."
Ma'or nodded. "Let's ask at the desk when we check out. Maybe there's somewhere near here which will call to us for longer than a night or so."
"I hope so."
"Me too."
They stood up and went back to the room, ready to pack their barely-unpacked suitcases, hoping that one day - preferably one day soon - they'd find a place that would make them want to unpack them for good.