Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Chapter 6: Rohane
Vanity. Most elves are afflicted with this crippling mental disorder.
She calls this one "Scarlett".
Scarlett loves his family, and wants more children, despite the risk of them being blue.
Greta agrees to his plan.
Scarlett takes it as a sign that she doesn't feel terribly endangered anymore. They've had long enough to settle in to their comfortable, routine life...
She calls this one "Scarlett Also".
There's a baby in there? How does it get out? It's a girl, right?
Put some fish on the wall.
If only there weren't so many tiny tropical islands in other sectors of the world, maybe Scarlett could visit them all and figure out which one he and Greta came from.
Scarlett has a little sister who is pretty sad about how he never writes...
Petra's new sibling is a another blue baby brother. Lame.
"If I were homeschooled, I'd think all guys were blue-skinned and all girls were pink-skinned," she quips.
The snowman, finally melting, is a metaphor for Petra's disappointment.
Reggie is a little more interested in baby Rohane than Petra is.
Sharp cries wake Petra from a good dream.
"UGH you cry WAY more than Reggie!"
Scarlett rarely hears from Cookie Damage, but when his "band mates" call and tell him about they're making crazy-lots of simoleons playing in Monte Vista's ancient subways, he has to go see for himself.
Turns out they're right, and it's a great way to get exposure.
Maybe someday they will even have an actual gig.
"Mom, it's 6 PM, and you're in your robe. Do you NEVER leave the house? I thought you were MAGIC and you could like, just blast humans you don't like. You don't have to hide in here."
"Petra, blasting people is improper."
"Yeah yeah. Bet you're glad I don't have magic." Petra still isn't sure she believes her mother is a mage, but if she is, and she totally failed to pass on her powers to her firstborn, that is just one more reason for Petra to act like a bratty teenager ahead of schedule.
She lightens up once Reggie is old enough to play PILLOW APOCALYPSE with her, though.
There we go. It's not a proper age-up picture unless I can see at least a portion of your face.
"You're tired already?" Petra complains, when Reggie starts to fall asleep standing up. "Fiiine. I guess neither of us get much sleep, thanks to poop-face."
Rohane, better known as poop-face, becomes a toddler.
"You bought him another cage! Awesome, Mom!"
Reggie's first day of school is marked by dark skies and unrelenting rain.
Scarlett tries to bake cookies while the kids are at school, but they come out inedible.
And these horrifying black things were supposed to be burgers.
Petra is keen on meeting lots of other kids and making friends. After school, she visits another girl's house so they can do homework and then play tag.
Meanwhile, Reggie goes straight home to read his new books.
The spring rains wash away the winter snow, and Monte Vista throws out its Love Festival decorations. Greta decides she's been denying herself the simple pleases of going the hell outside for too long (she has the stir crazy moodlet and everything), so she allows Scarlett to coax her into checking out the festival.
"I don't think horseshoes is a particularly romantic game," she says.
"That's the custom here." Scarlett shrugs. "It's just how they celebrate their holiday."
Greta doesn't want to be culturally insensitive.
It looks like it's going to rain, so Greta gets a spring-toy-ride for Rohane in before they have to dash indoors.
The yellow bee stares with seething hate as she is neglected while her orange brother is played wi- oh, sorry. Wrong script.
It doesn't rain after all. Scarlett and Greta dance for a while to earn festival tickets.
Everything certainly was seeming nice and romantic, but then Greta is startled by some rustling in the bushes.
"It's probably Doctor Lin's cat," Scarlett tries to reassure her.
"I know, I'm fine! But it's getting late. I want to go inside," Greta pleads.
"So," kissing booth lady glances at her male counterpart.
He grimaces. "Not if you were the last woman in Monte Vista."
Etc.: Greta has completed all of the painting challenges, so the Perfectionist goal is over with and I'm feeling better about sending her out of the house more.