coastal vacation

  • me: i have so many neighborhoods with half-finished concepts and appx 2 (unplayed) households in each. i really need to focus on condensing that.
  • also me, downloading terrains: i need a coastal non-vacation town based on north carolina for reasons.

Just for fun, let’s do one where we pretend that the Warehouse came back from the explosion and everybody lived happily ever after… this can probably go into my “they made Helena a Regent” bucket. For some vague sense of consistency. Anyway, if that had happened, some agent and some Regent might have gone on vacation together every now and then. But just because you’re living happily ever after in a general sense, that doesn’t mean your vacation will go as planned, right? This should be another one that’s reasonably short and, one hopes, a bit sweet: an interrupted vacation, an artifact, maybe a friendly wager. People talk to each other. Nothing of great import. (This is in fact for @blackfoxreddog​. Down payment of sorts on an IOU.)


It is not, Helena tries to admonish herself into believing, that she minds seeing Pete and Claudia. It is not that at all. It is not even that she minds eating lunch with Pete and Claudia, despite the abysmal table manners exhibited by both of them. It is simply that she and Myka have been alone for four days, and had anticipated being alone for four more. Yet here Pete and Claudia are.

She hears Myka tell them, “San Francisco is lovely. We’re enjoying it.”

“San Francisco is lovely,” Helena affirms. “We are enjoying it.”

They gaze across the table at Pete and Claudia, who both wince. Claudia says, “If you’re gonna be all weird and formal, you should’ve just told us to buzz off. We would’ve understood.”

“That would have been impolite,” Helena points out.

Pete snorts. “Like that ever stops you.”

Helena entertains the notion of proving his point by stabbing him with her butter knife, but Myka grabs her arm and says, “It’s just that, you know, we’d sort of gotten out of the whole Warehouse… thing.”

“It’s not like anybody planned that ping in Cupertino,” Claudia says. “And you should probably be happy that Artie didn’t make you two take care of it, seeing as how you were already left-coastally located.”

“We’re on vacation. We wouldn’t have taken care of it,” Myka tells Claudia. Helena is gratified by the speed with which that response came. She sets her butter knife down and takes Myka’s hand. She is gratified once again by the speed with which a smile engulfs Myka’s face.

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