Thursday, November 17, 2016
Chapter 74: Where Wolf? There Wolf!
Thanks to Carlos pointing out the existence of a singularity in deep space, the household now has a dryer to go with its washing machine. Progress!
Milo hopes to be able to spruce up his bedroom, soon. He feels like he's still living in what was supposed to be a nursery.
Things get worse before they get better. Milo's boss has him coaching toddlers on the side.
"This is the worst day ever," Milo says, his smile faltering.
"You need to learn to say no to your boss," Carlos advises. "Tell him you have no experience with children, and he should understand..."
"Have YOU ever said NO to YOUR boss?" Milo shoots back.
"Well, no," Carlos admits. "I can't imagine my boss asking me to do anything I can't actually do."
"I want your boss."
Ceth's career got a big boost from the simfest win at Rodeo-Go-Go, as she hoped it would. Suddenly she's allowed to audition at higher paying establishments, and wealthier clients are asking her for sing-o-grams.
Steve Cupp here happens to be in the most unromantic place imaginable when his fiance, Danielle Platt, calls Ceth over to perform a romantic sing-o-gram.
Ceth uses this bike to get to her various jobs. Even with her success, she can't afford a car yet.
The sing-o-grams take her all over town, often into the houses of the fabulously wealthy. Sometimes she can't help but to feel jealous of their big houses.
Most mansions have a boxy and sterile aesthetic, but occasionally there are some old manors that remind her of Monte Vista.
This place looks cute.
However, the sing-o-gram to be delivered here had instructions that basically read "Lela Whitfield is acting like a bitch lately and harassing everyone, so maybe if you sing about how special she is, she will stop".
Ceth sees no sign of bitchiness. Lela smiles politely, maybe even a little sadly at the singer.
"My parents..." she murmurs, "they doubtlessly hope you will inspire me. But seeing you with your golden voice and sparkling dress only further convinces me I will never be that image... singing is not for me... it was just a high school fantasy."
"Don't just stand there!" Ceth screams. "I'm on fire!"
Lela's gigantic eyes blink slowly. "Since you are here, I'd like to ask you about those two men you live with. Carlos and Milo Goldbeard, yes? They have a different name than you. Your real name is Ceth La Mer. Yes?"
"Wh-what the heck, lady?! What is wrong with you?!"
"Perhaps you'll answer my questions when you aren't on fire," Lela theorizes casually.
"Yes," Ceth sputters, "you got me, Sister Sell Out isn't my real name!"
"I want to know about the men. Are Carlos and Milo Goldbeard their real names?"
"You're freaking me out, lady!" Ceth cries, as she flees.
Lela rolls then narrows her eyes. She expected them to be evasive.
No matter... she'll get to the bottom of it.
On Saturday morning, Milo drags Carlos out of bed for a game of catch. The weekends are his scientist brother's day off, and Milo wants to make sure they do something fun.
"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" Carlos groans, when he sees Milo preparing for a merciless throw.
"Ceth wants us to meet her at that karaoke place!" Milo informs him.
"Why would I want to go to a karaoke place?"
"I dunno man, but you should get out and party with us!"
"You have work later!"
"Then we'll only party at half intensity!"
"New hair, Ceth?" Milo hops right out onto the dance floor when he and Carlos arrive at Mick's Master Karaoke.
"Yeah, I thought I'd try something different with this dress." Ceth turns around, then stares. "I thought I told you two to put on nice clothes."
"Well, these are my nicest clothes..."
"Your pants!" Ceth growls.
Milo lowers his voice, "I kinda went all claw-y on them... sorry... I just got stressed."
Ceth facepalms. "Where's Carlos?"
"...Never mind. I see him."
These boys are hopeless.
Ceth manages to coax Carlos out onto the dance floor for a little while.
It's too early in the day for there to be much of a party, but they have a good time.
Phil Trice calls, asking if Ceth wants to hang out at the usual place.
Milo had to run off to work the afternoon, so it's just Ceth and Carlos who show up at Gnome Chomsky's.
"Just try some, Carlos!" Ceth begs. "It's not bad."
"I'm already buzzed from losing juice pong that badly."
"Not to mention that Band Slam," Ceth reminds him of the drink he got at the bar back at Mick's. "Oh it seriously won't matter! Just get over here."
"I'm supposed to be too smart for peer pressure," Carlos mumbles.
"Cool story bro," Phil replies.
Carlos narrows his eyes. "Who are you again?"
"Just relax, man. Let the strawberry taste in. Relax."
"This is gross."
Ceth giggles. "Oh, you guys."
Carlos doesn't remember much about the next hour.
He mainly remembers how vibrant Ceth's sandals looked, and the blue tips on Phil's hair.
And star-shaped bubbles? Sure, he can explain that. He's a scientist.
Eventually, Carlos's senses have had enough of the confusion, and a strange thing happens.
"Is your housemate, like, ripping up a chair?"
"Pfffff yeah," Ceth laughs.
"That is so metal."
"Yeah Carlos is cool."
Carlos tires himself out and curls up in the corner for a nap.
Ceth and Phil wander downstairs for bowling. Neither of them knock down a single pin.
Phil goes to the bathroom, or something, but probably passed out maybe? because Ceth feels like she's been waiting around a while. She starts singing for tips but is ignored by everyone.
The next time she's thinking straight, she's in a strange place delivering a sing-o-gram.
"Well, this is going to sound weird, but where exactly am I?"
"Girl, you smell like bubbles! What do you mean, 'where am I'?"
"I mean... where am I? I don't remember how I got here."
"You're at Los Sueños."
"The private club I've been dying to audition at?"
"Dammmn. It's even swankier than I thought."
"So you were into some bubbles and lost time? Girl that's crazy. I played a Skyrim quest like that once. Anyway you followed the instructions on your phone to deliver these roses to me from my boo." The woman sniffs the roses again, tearing up with emotion. "He is so sweet."
"Am I going to be in trouble for being in here?"
"No, no. We're not even open yet. Feel free to hang out until then."
Oh, hey. Phil located.
Back at the Gnome Chomsky Arcade, Carlos wakes up from his nightmare-filled slumber.
And immediately transforms back to his weaker state.
...Nobody saw any of that, right? The upstairs is completely empty.
Carlos stops for a coffee in the cafe portion of Gnome Chomsky's. No one gives him a second glance or anything.
He takes that as a good sign.
The sing-o-gram requests keep coming in that night, and Ceth keeps responding, even though she's not in the best shape to do so right now.
"Emily didn't order these roses for me," Craig Elson admits. "I did. I was getting a bit lonely. So I requested a beautiful singer."
"Do you want to come inside?" he presses.
"I gotta go," Ceth replies hastily.
When Ceth gets home, she notices Carlos hard at work upgrading the kitchen sink, and suddenly remembers what went down at the arcade.
She bursts immediately into tears.
"I didn't mean to leave you like that, it was an accident," she cries.
Carlos frowns and squeezes her hands. "Calm down. That was my fault. I didn't know how something like that would affect me."
"Yeah but I ran off..."
"You're not my keeper."
"Well I... I am the oldest," she sniffs, feigning indignation.
"Fine," he sarcasms, "It was all your fault. I hate you. Bark bark."
"Did anybody see you?"
"Besides you and bubbleguy? No, I don't think so."
"Don't worry about Phil. He knows he was high."
Etc.: After Annie's legacy, I'm amused Steve and Danielle got together in mine.
Also Catherine Best, who is pregnant at the start of the game, popped out a baby named Chastity Best. Ha...
A while back someone asked for Milo or Carlos (I don't remember which), so I have added both of them to the downloads page along with Guadalupe.