Cassie took a freshly turned Mosi for a consult with the witches to see if the vampirism could be easily fixed; turns out no, so long as Anubis is alive, which is sort of a bummer because Mosi really wasn’t down with Nubbins murder (even though he’s kind of a botched job, poor kiddo).
Artemis had The Weirdest Convo Ever with “Selene”, and ended up confused before coffee time and lacking a pair of boots, which walked on over to Prim’s house for a bit of light kidnapping slash possible murder.
Persephone got all ansty about being woken up with itchy Doom Feels; her kids were perplexed, but agreed they maybe just needed to get out of the house for some fresh air and a walk or something.
Through the jungle, a short ways from their settlement, Pili and the older boys had begun to clear land for an expansion to the village.
It was only a narrow corridor sandwiched between a tall rock face and a sheer cliff, but it was nicely defensible…
…and the view had no equal.
Pili brought Raet and Nafretiri to see their progress; he’d discovered early on in his life that he had a passion for building, and he was eager to show them his vision.
“It ist truly lovely!”
“Thou and thine helpers hast done well, mine brother,” the land would be used to expand their gardens, and create more permanent living quarters for their growing families, “mother wouldst hast been verily proud of thist hamlet we hast secured.”
“If my queen would permit it, I would like to work here with Pili and Anubis,” Nafi surveyed the terrain with a discerning eye; already making plans in her mind for how the expansion ought to be laid out, “the twins adore Horus and Hattie, and I’m sure your son would prefer minding babies to hard labour.”
“Yeah, he’s not a big fan of getting his hands dirty,” Pili agreed.
“It ist an agreeable arrangement for mineself; I wouldst hast each member of mine Tribe doest what they are most verily suited to.”
“Speaking of Horus and the twins, I hope they’re not giving him too much trouble.”
“Probably less trouble than Kebechet is giving Anubis,” Pili snorted, “I think I’ll settle him out here for now, away from her; they’re like two hissing jungle cats trapped in a sack.”
Horus sighed as his sister squared off with their cousin for the third time since Uncle Pili had led mother and Nafi away to see the expansion; it was always a little nerve wracking with no one else around to keep the arguments from escalating.
“No, I don’t have to do what you tell me to, actually; I’m the eldest here, so I’m in charge until they get back.”
Horus couldn’t help but wonder if Anubis chose his words specifically to get the maximum amount of ire from Kebechet.
“You are an affront to the Goddess!” She snarled, “EVERYONE knows that when the Queen is absent, it’s the eldest Princess who is in charge!”
“Maybe in the olden days when there were slaves and sacrifices, but this is modern times, Highness,” he smirked at her, making the honorific sound like an insult, “also, the Queen told me I was in charge while she was gone…pretty sure that means you’re not.”
And so it went, round and round, until the elders returned and separated them…at least the children didn’t seem to notice? Perhaps they did not care.
Nafi’s little ones, Akila and Garai, didn’t seem phased by the shouting; Goddess bless them, but Hatshepsut would roll her eyes at the bickering from time to time.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’re best suited to be in charge,” chuckled his sister.
“At least until I’m old enough,” she smiled in that quiet way of hers; the way that left no doubt whatsoever in Horus’s mind that she meant what she said.
Far to the north, months of travel from the sweltering jungles of Simchu Pichu, lay a forest of pines, swaying under a clear blue sky.
Nestled in the heart of this strange, rugged land, stood a small, and rather peculiar edifice; both belonging, and yet oddly out of place, under the evergreen boughs.
Colourful, local wildflowers mixed with exotic trailing vines against a backdrop of moss and stone. The engraving on the columns and frieze were unlike any other to be found in the quiet northern wood, and the entire thing made for a beautiful, if eccentric, monument.
“Do you think she’d like it?” Pili wondered out loud.
“Your mom? Yeah, man; you did an awesome job.”
Pili let his gaze travel over years of hard work, “ah, you helped a lot, Khaf…you’re actually pretty strong for a not-vampire.”
“Yeah, I lift rocks and stuff.”
“Gotta say, again that I don’t know why we had to build the thing way out here in the middle of buttfuck nowhere though…” Khafre was pretty dodgy about some stuff, the significance of this spot was one of the stuff.
“Who knows; the gods have their reasons,” another non-answer, “sorry I’m leaving you to sort the basement out yourself tho–”
“Wait…what? You’re leaving?” Pili felt a little flutter of panic, “but, Anubis isn’t even here yet…”
“No worries, man, he’ll be along soon, and you’ve got a lot to keep you busy here still,” it was true, but that didn’t make it any better; being alone for a long time was balls, “just remember what I said about this well and that special stone, okay?”
“Yes yes, I know; take it out after you leave and hide it,” he repeated the instructions for probably the hundredth time, “still don’t quite understand how that whole well travel crap is supposed to work tho.”
“Eh, to be honest? I’m not even sure you need the well, exactly; the stone probably does just fine on it’s own…but don’t test that theory okay? Wrapped. Hidden. No touchies.”
“Yeah, okay, I get it,” he tried super hard not to sound like a giant vampire baby, “so I guess this is a really awkward and sudden good bye then, huh?”
“Afraid so, big fella…but how about a farewell hug, eh? C’mon, you know you want to…”
Khaf was right; he did want to.
“Alright, Well, take me to my sister…whenever she may be,” said the smaller man; instantly the damn thing lit up like a candle.
It was pretty far out, but not as far out as what happened next…
…green sparkly levitation glowy stuff, that’s what.
Pili decided he was never going to go for a Well travel, cuz that looked all kinds of crap, tyvm.
The vampire sighed after his friend and roomie dissolved into nothing…he sure hoped he actually got to go back to see his sister, and wasn’t, like, dead or something.
‘Well, this blows.’
The foremost stone on the rim of the magical device faded to a dull brown; Khafre said it would do that after a ‘discharge’ and that it just needed to recover (or some shit)…whatever, damn thing was going under the floor in the basement anyhow.
Waldo Wasserman was at the tail end of one of the shittiest days of his life; seriously…it was even worse than that time he accidentally shattered an entire case of Chateau FrouFrou Noir.
How, you might ask? Well, it was a close thing, really, but most people would probably agree that dropping your glasses into the gaping maw of a freaking crocodile was worse than the destruction of a few thousand simoleons worth of finely aged wine.
“Didn’t even want to go on this fucking camping trip, did I?” He muttered to himself, “oh come on Waldo, it’ll be fun! Never mind your allergies to every GD plant known to simkind, just bring some antihistamines!”
…because those were working super well.
Okay, fine, so most of the blurriness was due to the loss of his very necessary prescription frames, but he could feel his eyes swelling under the influence of some stupid extra-strength forest pollen.
How did a freaking crocodile manage to find it’s way into a provincial park forest anyhow? Was it some stupid tourist’s crazy pet? Like, Waldo didn’t see any “don’t bring your pet crocodile” signs when they were driving up, but he felt like the “no dogs” one pretty much implied it!
Man, this was one humid mofo of a forest…and really hot for mid fall.
‘At least I’m wearing shorts.’
The sound of water drew him forward; if he followed the stream down (and didn’t run into anymore accessory munching reptiles), he should find the ranger’s station…
Whoa, was that…a person?
“Hello?” Waldo called out to the potential source of help, “hey, can you help me? I’m totally lost, and I my glasses were…well, let’s just say they’re gone, so I can’t see hardly anything…”
Okay, yeah, definitely a person…maybe they were hard of hearing?
“Hello?” He tried again, “can you help me find the ranger’s station?”
A feminine giggle carried itself to Waldo’s ears.
“Look, lady; maybe you find this shit funny, but I’m fresh out of lols, you feel me?”
Apparently not? She said something, finally, but it wasn’t any language he was familiar with.
“Uhh, sprechen vous, the uh, Inglés?” Bet it was her, GD crocodile.
“Whoa…did you hear that?” Not that she understood the question, “sounded like a fucking rattle snake or some shit; what the hell kind of forest is this?”
The weird hissing slash rattling crap sort of faded out; Waldo paused to try and hear it better…
“I’m telling you; there’s some freaky shit going on out here…”
No worries, she totally just helped him find the ranger’s station after this 😀 because Nerissa is a super nice Lamia! Thank you so very much to Damaro for donating Simchu Pichu’s sweetest flesh-eating monster ❤
And a thank you, also, to VanPelt81 for the donation of poor, lost, red-shirt, Waldo Wasserman!
EDIT: nearly forgot to say! The temple that Pili and Khafre built is the deconstructed version of Haids’s modern day Granite Falls Temple where all the Well shenanigans started 😉
And…HAPPY SIMMING!! (okay, but not for Waldo)