Hey guys! Sorry it took this long. I was busy, and I didn't feel well for a week. Also, I've been experiencing like total writer's block on this, which combined with the other factors made it kind of hard to push through and get done. But here it is! It's kind of weird as an epilogue and a sharp shift from how the rest of the story was written, but I like it and think it acts a good connector to my next story/challenge. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!
An Epilogue, of SortsPhilappa was of the mind that her Watcher was a little strange.
She knew the typical path of Wonder Children. They were born, grew up, and then either sent to the Gallery to be shown off or immediately shipped to Glassbolt to help with disaster relief. (Assumedly. Philappa had heard reports that it was a lot more bureaucracy and office work and a lot less building shelters and punching mutants.) Her Watcher had assured her that she was already there in many other worlds, rebuilding the region one crappy business report or gourmet meal at a time.
But not her. Instead she had spent her time rotting in the Gallery for months on end, only with the vaguest of excuses from The Watcher as to why. (Who really
needed school anyways? She only went like, 4 days at most, and she turned out just fine.)
Anyway. No more complaining. Especially now that she was free, although she hadn't ended up exactly where she expected to.
Theo Fashingbauer didn’t have to do much to convince Philappa to help him out. He had had a whole line of tactics planned to persuade her; appealing to money (which she already had plenty of), the nice location (even though she could’ve traveled the world if she wanted), her good heart (although his wasn’t exactly a noble cause), their past history (he was proud to say he was her favorite ex-boyfriend), and even the possibility of romancing another Fashingbauer brother as a desperation tactic (although in retrospect, that would’ve been a disaster and a half). Little did he know that all he needed to offer was the opportunity to get out of the Gallery and
do something.
"Theo!"
"Hey, Phi. How it’s hanging?"
"Good, now that I'm out here. It's nice to not be cramped up in the Gallery anymore."
Theo nodded. He knew the feeling.
"So," Philappa said, suddenly businesslike. She rarely did small talk when she didn't need to. "What do you want me to do?"
The task was pretty simple, all things considered. She just had to mentor Theo's brother, Hunter, in a few skills, to prepare him for-
"He's starting a new job in a few weeks. My sister lives up in Glassbolt, and her husband is the owner of a business of some kind up there. Apparently it's been doing pretty great since the disaster, and they're looking to expand. My sister recommended Hunter for a job."
Well, that all sounded a little worrying. Philappa was no detective (well, not anymore), but she knew the only businesses that profited off of catastrophes like Glassbolt didn't exactly pass certain ethical standards. And moving
to Glassbolt? As far as Philappa knew, the only people who did that were trained respondents sent by the government, and the truly desperate. She was fairly sure Hunter was neither. She said as much.
"Yeah, that’s what I thought too. There’s probably some kind of incentive, because, you know, why would anyone move out there otherwise? I think he mentioned a house being set up for him, and something about protection? I mean, there’s no way my sister would let anyone get away with hurting him.” Philappa narrowed her eyes unsurely, because that sounded like a threat more than anythi- “Like, she would totally kill them, probably,” He finished, earnestly chill but still thoroughly serious. Theo didn’t do exaggeration or sarcasm; she’s pretty sure they didn’t even register in his system. Being reminded of that fact almost made Philappa ignore the content of the statement it was attached to. Almost.
“Right.” Philappa added a vague ‘
Do not cross unknown Fashingbauer woman’ to her growing list of mental notes. Part of her wanted to just walk away right then, but then she remembered what her other option was. She followed Theo as he started to walk to the beach, matching his easy pace. “So, do you actually know what this business does?”
“Not really. All I know is that the request was for someone with ‘good computer skills and a lacking moral code.’ Not sure what that means.”
Philappa was pretty sure all of the Fashingbauers were insane.
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"Hunter, your line's not going out far enough. You need to cast in more of an arc."
"Yeah, alright." His response was gruff, and those were probably the most words she had ever gotten out of him. At least he had stopped rolling his eyes at everyone she said. Theo had warned, in his casual manner, that Hunter could be "difficult to work with", but she didn't think it would be this bad. Sims had always opened up to her after she got to charm them for a while, but not him. ("
He's just shy," Theo had told her patiently, earning himself a punch in the arm from his brother. Philappa had met numerous Fashingbauers by then, but "shy" wasn't a word she would use to describe any of them.)
'
At least it seems he's taking my advice,' She thought as she watched him recast his line. For all his needless sass, he actually listened to what she said. She voiced her approval and swore she saw him smile a little bit.
Honestly, it kind of looked like a smirk. But all of Hunter's smiles kind of looked like smirks (it might just be his face), so she'd take it.
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"And then you jump the Rook over the Pawn so she can team up with the Bishop to kill the Queen."
Hunter moved the pieces with a look of serious concentration on his face. To be fair, that's how he looked at everything, if he wasn't smirking at it.
"Good. Remember, you still have to move the King back to your side of the board so you can Double King him."
"Have you ever actually played chess before?" He sounded a little amused. Or bemused? Maybe a little of both.
"Of course! My mother taught me everything she knows."
"Has your
mother ever actually played chess before?"
"Hunter Fashingbauer!" Philappa mock-gasped. She was sure she was an actress in another life. "My mother was a bona-fide genius in her own regard! How dare you speak of her that way!"
"Right, how rude of me. I do so apologize," he continued to moved his pieces across the board, smirking the entire time, "But still, I'm pretty sure this isn't how this game works."
"How would you know? Have you ever actually played it?"
"Well, no," he turned back to look at Philappa, and then interrupted her triumphant cry, "but I've watched my siblings play it, and I'm pretty sure 'Double Kinging' and royal coups aren't part of the game."
"Do you want to learn Logic or not?"
He chuckled. "I didn't say I minded," he turned back to the game, "but I don't know why I need to learn how to play chess anyways."
Philappa thought about her answer for a moment. When she had first arrived she had immediately started creating a mental checklist for what Hunter needed to learn, using her limited knowledge of his future career and the situation in Glassbolt. The Watcher, in her own strange way, had helped fill in the details. "Well, you need to master Logic as part of your Nerd Brain application so that you can get your 'Handy' reward trait, and this is how I learned Logic," she knew all that, but the rest of the words seemed to tumble into her head as if she had suddenly remembered them, "also, chess is kind of the national pastime in Glassbolt, now that pretty much every other form of entertainment has been ruined in some way. And you might need to teach it to someone else later."
Hunter nodded thoughtfully for the first part, but looked incredulous at the last statement. "Who would I have to teach Logic to?"
'
Don't ask me, ask The Watcher.' Philappa resisted the urge to respond with that, because Hunter had always seemed more than a little uncomfortable with the "controls your whole destiny and has your life carefully planned out" part of being Watched. "Maybe if you met a, um, friend?"
"A
friend?" Hunter looked back at her, raising his eyebrows. The stupid smirk was back on his face again. (Had it ever left?)
"Well, yeah," Philappa had the decency to look a little embarrassed, "I mean, I would have said a
ladyfriend, with the extra wink and nudge, but, like, I don't know your life. And, if anyone knew how annoying people assuming like that was, it'd be me, so." She gestured vaguely, which was honestly just waving her arms around and shrugging a little, as if it conveyed everything she hadn't said. Hunter laughed a little, but he didn't refute anything she said, and for a moment his smile seemed warmer. Appreciative, even. Then (of course) it turned back into a smirk.
"Wow. You certainly do have a way with words, Philappa. Didn't you master both Charisma and Writing? Aren't you a Bestselling Author?"
"Oh, shut it and use your Pawn to stab that Knight in the back," she said, laughing despite herself.
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"Do you think I need more salt?"
"Hunter, I'm not psychic. I never even earned my Master Chef certification," Philappa looked up from her book and frowned, "but yes."
She could practically hear Hunter rolling his eyes as he added more salt. They sat in companionable silence as he cooked, Philappa occasionally advising Hunter or complimenting him on his work.
"What was it like being a Wonder Child?" Hunter's voice was uncharacteristically soft, as if he expected her to get angry with him for asking. Which was probably a fair assumption. She knew a lot of challenge bred sims were bitter about their childhood (or lack thereof), especially Wonder Children. It was a sensitive subject. She was quiet for a moment while she thought about what to say.
"Busy. There was never really a time when I wasn't doing something, or I didn't have something to work on. I'm sure you know what that's like, being a Baby Boomer and all." Hunter nodded as he placed whatever he had just finished making on the counter. It immediately evaporated into thin air, like every dish before it. "The main difference is that all of the attention was on me, which was nice, sometimes. I kind of felt bad for Paxton, but he never seemed to mind. He got more time with my parents as we got older, so," she trailed off there, her voice more serious than usual.
Philappa anticipated his next question before he could ask. "I don't really regret it. It sucked sometimes, but I enjoyed it for the most part. And I like being so skilled," she set her book down and watched him as he prepped the next meal. He wasn't slicing the carrots thin enough. "Would you change it, if you could?"
He continued chopping. "Yeah, probably. I don't know," he sighed, "I think, if I have kids, I wouldn't want to do the same thing to them, you know? I'd want them to have normals lives."
She nodded, and looked upward like she always did when she was thinking. There was a question that had been nagging at the back of her mind that she had always been to scared to ask. Finally, she decided to go for it. "Then why are you moving to Glassbolt?"
He put down the knife and sighed again. Philappa didn't like this new, always sighing Hunter. "It's only a temporary thing. I don't plan on being there the rest of my life. My sister needed a favor, I was the best one for the job, so I thought, why not?" He continued before Philappa could say anything. "Yeah, I know why not, I just." He shrugged his shoulders uselessly.
"Needed something new?" Philappa suggested. It didn't really make sense, but it was better than something about how The Watcher probably wanted him there.
"Yeah." Silence fell again, and soon Philappa returned to her book.
"You didn't chop your carrots thin enough, by the way."
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Two weeks passed much quicker than they should've, and all of a sudden, Hunter was leaving for Glassbolt the next day.
"So, what would you like to do with your last day of freedom?" Theo asked him. Philippa frowned a little. She still had had some last minute things planned before Hunter left. He probably had time to max Charisma, maybe gain a few levels in Fitness-
"I was thinking we could go over to those "secret" bluffs Nadia kept raving about, maybe just hang out a bit," a sheepish look appeared on Hunter's face, "I'm fine to just chill with you guys."
A break
would be nice. She hadn't had one of those in, well, forever.
Philippa found it difficult to believe the ruins or whatever were supposed to be secret, considering she found them on the first map she looked at. They weren't even that far away, which was probably a good thing, since it gave them plenty of time to go there and get back by morning.
The night passed as quickly as the days before it. They swam in the natural pool and lit the bonfire by the shore. They talked, they danced, and they laughed. Selfies were taken and photobombed. They tried not to think about the reports coming from Glassbolt, of the rising rates of crime and poverty and the fact that the water only seemed to be getting dirtier and that the mayor had apparently gone crazy.
And then the night was over. Early the next morning, Philappa and Theo stood outside to see Hunter off.
Theo was first.
"I'm gonna miss you, bro," Theo sounded marginally less chill than he usually did, which might as well as have been a tearful confession for him.
"I'm gonna miss you too." Hunter shuffled his feet. They were both kind of silent for a moment. Philappa knew neither usually said more than they thought necessary (which to them, wasn't a lot), but this was ridiculous.
"Thanks for letting me crash at your place before I left," Hunter said finally.
"S'no problem man. Come visit me any time," Theo patted Hunter's arm, and then pulled him into a hug. "Don't have too much fun out there, alright?"
"Oh, I won't," Hunter responded sardonically, then hugged him back.
"Alright, get outta here before I get too sad, dude," Theo said finally, patting him on the back and releasing him. He moved to the side so that Hunter was face to face with Philappa.
"Hey."
"Hey," Philappa answered, a sad smile on her face. She took a deep breath as if she was building up for something, so Hunter was surprised when instead of some big, emotional speech, she instead asked, "Do you have all your files together?"
Hunter blinked. "What?"
"Your aspiration certifications. The official list all of your reward traits. The forms for your employment. Your passport-"
"Phi-"
"You do have your passport, right? You'll need it to go through the Gallery, which is the only way to get to Glassbolt without losing all of your skill memories-"
"Phila-"
"Speaking of which, do you think you have everything you want? Remember, skills are a lot harder to learn up there, aspiration certifications are almost impossible to get, and reward traits actually
are impossible-"
"Philappa!"
She stopped, finally, then sighed. "Sorry. I'm just worried about you. For you. We both are." She gestured back to Theo, who nodded.
"I know, but I'll be fine."
"I'm sure you will, but we- I-" She stopped again and gestured around, ending on shrugging her shoulders. Hunter knew what she meant. He smiled warmly and hugged her.
"I'm gonna miss you and your excellent way with words."
She laughed into his shoulder. "And I'm gonna miss you. Not so sure if I'm gonna miss your endless snark, though."
Hunter pulled away from the hug and looked her in the eye. "Thank you, though," he said seriously, "for everything."
"It was my pleasure," Her smile had returned, even as she tried to discreetly wipe at her eyes, "good luck out there. Don't do anything dangerous, alright?"
"Of course not. Really, why would I do anything like that?"
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A few final notes:
- If it's not obvious, Hunter Fashingbauer is my founder. He was the second first born (he was a twin) of my Baby Boomer challenge, the Chief of Mischief, and one of my favorite sims of all time. Here's a close-up, since none of the pictures of the epilogue get a great look at him:
And here's a picture of him running naked to meet someone to complete Social Butterfly:
(I feel like a parent showing off embarrassing baby pictures )
- Theo was the Angling Ace, and I always imagined him as being supremely chill about everything. The mentioned but unnamed sister is Violin, my original Musical Genius that I used for the Traits challenge last year. Nadia is another sister and was originally a Renaissance Sim. You'll probably see her in something sooner or later.
- I had no plans on doing any sort of story with these pictures when I first took them, so it's a miracle I took them at all. That's why they're all a little shoddy. If I was planning a story, they would've been a lot better.
Thank you all again for reading and commenting. I truly appreciate it. For the final time, thank you for reading the Piaget Wonder Child Challenge.