Chasing Rainbows: 4.1
Warnings: Language, dark pics
A/N: Thanks for the well wishes, and apologies for the very long delay - I gave up games for Lent, you see. Wasn’t expecting it to filter through into not bothering with updates, but that’s what happened - and Lent brought about its own RL craziness that just needed to get sorted out. I’ve been thinking about how to continue writing this, since I wanted to get back into story writing, but decided in the end to use another upcoming challenge for that. For this - well, I’ve compromised on a hybrid commentary/narrative; most of it works better in commentary, while some parts I’ve had story-type ideas for. We’ll see how this goes, anyway.
Orange spouse Melon Drop is by brilliantcat
“Ah, home sweet home,” I grin as I peer up at the red walls of our home.
Despite the fun and games that lie ahead, right now I feel pretty good. Between my brother and me, we made a pretty good job on the house. All that’s left now is to set foot inside and say hello to our parents. Wonder how Mum feels about being stripped of his awareness?
“Yeah, great... We’re back here again...”
Looking across at Pyr, a sigh drifts from my lips as my train of thought is broken. Methinks the parents can wait...
“How the hell did we get into this mess?” he moans as he starts to sob, “It was going great until Uni started!”
A little smile creeps upon my face as I watch him, my feet carrying me across the pale floorboards as I break into song.
“There may be trouble ahead...”
“This isn’t funny, Mils!”
“But while there’s music, and love and romaaaaaance...”
“Let’s face the music, and dance!”
“... Musical as ever, huh?!”
“Admit it bro, you loved it.”
“Yeah, okay,” Pyr grins, “At least I came back with you.”
“Aaaawww,” I smile, “Hey, couldn’t leave you out there! I’d miss you!”
“Me too,” he replies, watching me start to fiddle with his jacket.
“Ooh, this feels nice.”
“Velvet,” he remarks, “Didn’t feel like keeping up the geeky look.”
“Mm, I noticed,” I nod, “Certainly suits you. Same with the hair.”
He doesn’t reply, choosing instead to trace the contour of my eye.
“Don’t smudge it!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he reassures me, “I like it. Definitely adds to the mystical factor.”
“Glad you think so too,” I grin back, “Well, shall we?”
Now he really looks like a wizard! I’d been meaning to try that on him since the fun and games in Uni.
So, without further ado:
Let’s get this show on the road!
Thanks to the piano, Pyr doesn’t stay unhappy for long.
Meanwhile, Mils doesn’t find any gamer or criminal vacancies - the latter being a good thing, given his condition.
Mel still loves to hang out at the karaoke machine
But where’s Persy?
Silly question
Yep, they’re still crazy for each other.
Of course, it doesn’t take long before he’s back on the karaoke, either.
Meanwhile, all that studying is already starting to pay off. Hopefully the lift won’t break as much now?
I have to keep reminding myself that Persy’s PDH is actually fitness. He does a good job of maintaining it by himself.
Oh dear - I was wondering when that would start. Suspended pregnancy = suspended symptoms?
There goes the other one - I love that outfit. It’s been described as good vampire attire, but would work for wizards too, huh?
Pyr still loves to dance to his brother’s music
Meanwhile, studying for Mils doesn’t end with Uni:
Mils: Okay, I’m “infallibly good” now; can I have a break please? I don’t feel too good...
He needs it, too...
Another spell of nausea later, and this is how it leaves him:
He really doesn’t handle pregnancy well. Notice his comfort bar? That was green a moment ago!
Anyway, it’s high time he got a secondary aspiration:
Aww, he really does take after Mum!
Meanwhile, Pyr sleeps in the right bed! Yes, I kept the double - with everyone’s relationships so high, they’re always sleeping with each other.
Mils: Um, hello?
Me: Yes Mils, what is it?
Mils: Am I s’posed to get this weird feeling in my belly?
Ba-doing!
Me: Oh, yes, that’s what’s meant to happen during pregnancy, dear.
Meanwhile...
Guess who’s back on the prowl. Wasn’t expecting it to stay quiet, somehow...
Do you see?
Mils: Oh, yeah, we do have something of a ghost problem, but I’m sure you won’t mind...
Me: Huh? Mind what?
Mils: I mean, I may be surrounded by family, but I still get pretty lonely sometimes, you know? Fancy keeping me company for a while?
Me: ... You talking to me?
He is as well!
Mils: Yeah, it’d be nice for me to do the probing for a change, know what I mean?
Oh boy... my self-sim is quickly making real-me look bad!
Very subtle, Mils. Take it easy, I’m a gentle creature
Mils: I can be subtle! I’m a pussycat really, you know... and I’m purring like crazy right now...
Mm, bet you say that to all the folks
Mind you, it doesn’t help that Mel brought home the father of two of her daughters!
That’s it Persy, you keep him distracted...
... while she pays him compliments and leaves him hanging
Mils: Aw come on, that’s just mean!
Me: You want me that bad, you’ll have to work harder than that!
Speaking of work:
Urgh, that’s just typical. Look for Pyr’s job and Mils’ one turns up.
Still, at least he can make the most of his maternity leave.
There’s something else he needs to do, thinking about it:
Time to use up the last wish on one of the lamps.
Mils: I know I’ve not even given birth yet, but if something does happen I can’t cast a spell on myself, you know?
Something like a broken lift? I missed it ‘till it happened, but looked like Mel was the culprit. At least the necessary mechanical skill is coming in handy.
Ba-doing!
Mils: Hey, that tickles!
Me: Great, Mils, cute. Will you serve the salad please?
There we go; proof that I didn’t need to trade the double for two singles. Besides, I’d rather not piss off the ghosts; they’re bad enough as it is.
That’s not gonna help your hunger, Persy.
Persy: I know, just killing some time...
Persy: I’m not that daft, you know.
Me: Fair enough, carry on
I’m starting to wonder if I should keep the maid on. Pyr may put him out of a job.
Hey there Ochre! Haven’t seen you for a while!
Mils: Oh great, here we go. ‘Scuse me lady, I need my sleep - pregnancy takes it out of you, you know.
Me: She should - she started this family!
She likes to make her presence known, too.
Mils: Erm, hello? I’m in a bit of trouble here...
Mils: Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghh! Somebody, heeeeellpp!
Pyr: Oh my word... is it that time already?
Sure is, Pyr.
So this is the little lady who’s been hiding away all this time; a girl called Fuchsia!
Persy looks as shocked as I am. With all the testosterone running rampant so far, this makes a nice change!
- Torch-Holders = 4
- Perma-Platinum sims = 3
- Shrink Visits = 3
- Social Bunny Visits = 0
- Social Worker Visits = 0
- Fires = 10
- Self-Wettings = 13
- Pass-Outs = 21
- Fights = 0
- Accidental Deaths = 1
- Number of Special Tombstones vs. Total Death Count = 3/4
- Reach top of a career = 2
- $100,000 = 4