Chapter 96 - Honeymoon I'm advancing very quickly through the military career--I'm the youngest fighter pilot in Sunset Valley history, and I plan to be the youngest astronaut. There's nothing I can't do! I. Am. Unstoppable.
Jerry's doing just as well as an acrobat. He's already reached the highest point and become a Master Acrobat, completing his lifetime wish, and has gigs every night. All the proprietors in town are calling and begging him to perform at their venues. There's only one show he's interested in, at the biggest venue in town on Wednesday night.
The real problem is that we're both so busy, we barely have any time to spend together! Back in the old days, we would be able to take off for University or France for a long honeymoon, but since the aliens have shut down all travel we have no way to stop time and escape for a week or two.
"
You know what?" Jerry murmured on Tuesday morning. "
We should take the day off, just have a mini-honeymoon and blow off work."
"
I don't even have work today, so the butterflies must approve. But don't you have that gig at Mick's?"
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It's fine, I already have a plan. I'm going to perform the greatest show ever at the Holloi Polloi tomorrow night, then quit my job and become a sports agent. It's kind of like being a one-hit wonder, but way more fun."
"
Jer-bear, that's amazing! I can't wait to go tomorrow."
After several hours of--"
we were organizing files," Jerry interrupts sheepishly.
"
Babe, what are you talking about? We were making out!" We headed off to the summer festival and took a beautiful greeting card down by the ocean. I hung it up on Jerry's wall, which is already filled with completely epic pictures of Jerry.
Jerry-beary bought me a colored popsicle (I
love popsicles.
Love, love, love. They're like tiny rainbows frozen into a column from a Grecian temple) while he went to rent us skates for the roller rink.
We skated around the rink, then spun around in the middle holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. He says my eyes are like the bottomless depths of the ocean. I say his eyes are fuzzy panda bears.
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Wait," he said as we returned our skates, "
close your eyes. I have a special surprise."
When he finally let me open my eyes, we were standing in the most magical object in the world! A huge, giant balloon painted orange with butterfly patterns.
"
I'm sooooooo excited!" I laughed, hopping up and down with excitement, and so did Jerry as he yanked down on the lever.
It was dark by the time the balloon reached Stoney Falls, and the ride was absolutely thrilling. I've flown in a plane before, and someday I'll fly in a rocket, but the most beautiful and exhilarating flight of my life was in that balloon with Jerry. He brought out a bottle of champagne, and we toasted each other before drinking.
"
Happy Honeymoon, Jerry."
"
Here's to a lifetime of honeymoons, Mikayla."
PSA (Public Service Announcement):
At times, when playing a dynasty, you will experience technical difficulties that will make you want to strangle a rhinoceros, otherwise known as your computer. It's even worse when you inadvertently caused the technical difficulty. However, instead of cutting off the head of a tree, take a moment to find yourself.
Play video games with your favorite colorful butler, and make sure that you beat him.
Then, as the butler plays piano soothingly, search calmly for a solution. Sometimes you'll find it right away, usually you have to do a lot of digging. However, the most important thing here is that you ask the challenge team before doing anything. If the solution doesn't give you any advantage, chances are that they'll approve or even offer a solution if you don't have one. However, if you do go ahead without asking, you might lose HoF status over something you could have easily gotten permission for.
As you all know, I experienced technical difficulties recently, and Turoskel directed me towards a solution that saved my file. Sadly, I was so excited and relieved that I completely forgot to ask for permission and, sigh, I lost HoF status--psych! No, I didn't lose HoF, but I did come close, which is quite frightening. Fortunately, the benevolent dynasty gods (thanks, Rica!) have allowed me to retain the Hall of Fame. I had Percy cook up some tofu dogs to celebrate.
Then, because I like a turquoise guy with muscles, I put him on the weight machine while snuggling with Mr. Fuzzles.
". . . 'Win
gardium Levi
osa--'"
"All right, stop right there. Your English accent is rubbish, and your voice irritates me. Get back on the weight machine.:"
"But I actually do have a British accent--"
"MOVE!"
"Rhoxi! I miss you!"
*The stunning Percival Dojo is the property of Rhoxi, and this will not be his last appearance. He's kinda my hero
*The house pictured is the Butterfly House, built by napoleonwrasse, and it's not the last time you'll see it.
