Oh my... I love foreshadowing! Hehe, can't wait to see what new torments fun things that Erik has planned!
He and the
diabolical lovely Mag have definitely come up with a new scheme!
Haha, Erik is awesome. I love him! Just imagine when he's not there maybe this dynasty would be seems lonely with his mischief. I’ll be waiting for what kind of havoc that he’ll create since he’s age up now 
I think havoc should be his middle name, Eld!
I love Eric and Mag, I'm eager to see what their child would look like.
We all are, Nettlejuice. 'Specially Jareth.
Loving this!!!
Thank you, Magpie!
I just came across this story and so far I must say that I am blown away. Your approach to this dynasty is so unique and utterly hilarious. It will take me some time to catch up to current events but so far I am thoroughly enjoying Jareth playing mind games with Agnes!
I'm so glad you like it! It's a lot of fun to play.
Love the title of this chapter.
It did sort of fit.
Chapter Eighteen - Mag's Contract's Got Some Might Fine Print."So, that's the end of the shower shenanigans?" Jareth asked, firing up the chainsaw. "As I assume you do want your mask back at some point."
Erik struck his most heroic/crazy-guy-in-the-cellar pose and nodded. "I'm finished with that, Jareth. No more childish pranks from me, no sir, not at all."
"Good," Jareth grunted. "The piano was delivered this morning, so you can stop with all this inventing foolishness."
"As a point of fact, he can't, GK," Tia interjected. "It's going to be his supermax."
"Detonations and all," Erik grinned wickedly. "I understand that sports cars do quite nicely."
"And when, exactly, did this happen?" Jareth asked, his voice as cold as the ice he carved.
"Sarah pretty much gave him a free pass on this, GK." Tia said. "He has a certain amount of autonomous control over his own destiny."
Erik began to hum to himself happily.
Jareth turned off the chainsaw and turned around very carefully. "Where is young Mag?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Showing Arlo the new pool centre," Erik told him. "Since we named it after him and everything."
"You did?" Jareth asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, of course. It's the Arlo Bunch Community Dynasty Exercise Facility."
"The ABCDEF for short," Tia added. Jareth sunk his head into his hands.
"Are you happy with the arrangement of the facility, Arlo?" Mag asked him. "We can rearrange it for you if you like."
"I notice you're sticking to me like glue, Mag." Arlo replied. "How long until he finds it, do you think?"
"Right about now, I believe."
"Do you mind if we go back home now, Arlo? I've got a few hours left before the sparkles."
"Ah-ha!" Jareth cried, leaping out at Mag in the garden. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until you age up, my girl."
"Ah-ha?" she asked. "Is that a new Goblin phrase I've yet to learn?"
"Really, your Majesty, it sounds more like a cartoon villain. Perhaps it would be more convincing if you grew a mustache to twirl?"
He waved a gloved finger at her. "I'm watching you, miss," he told her.
She shrugged. "Watch away, if it pleases you.
He did.
"Not bad, Mag," Erik said, appreciatively.
Mag, in addition to her other gifts, had the best fashion sense ever seen on randomly clothed sims.
"Thank goodness that's over with," Jareth said gleefully.
"I think the proper response is 'Ah-ha!'", Mag said, sticking her head in through the doorway. "And I'm feeling no guilt or need of forgiveness. This is wonderful!"
Arlo had taken himself off to the gym.
"Arlo, you're eighty-six years old!" Tia exclaimed. "What's this all about? Look at you sweat!"
"I need the LTHP for one more thing. The kids are going to need it," he panted.
"What could they possibly need that much? You're going to kill yourself on that thing!"
"Close," he told her.
Meanwhile, Gytha cornered Mag.
"You're young adult now, Mag. When's the baby due?"
Mag shrugged. "I don't know."
"I've got the cookery book with the special recipes if you need a little help. Time's a tickin', y'know. I always found a bottle of nectar and a bit of cinnamon did wonders."
Mag laughed. "I'm not in a hurry, Gytha. I'm going to have a career first." She left Gytha looking flabbergasted.
"What's this about having a career before Jamie?" Jareth asked her later that night. "You can do both quite easily, Gytha, Arlo and I are home all the time."
Mag laughed. "Sarah hasn't told you yet?"
"Told me what?" he asked. "Minion?" he called, "what's this foolishness about now?"
"I've got no idea, GK," Tia told him. "Better get her on the phone."
He pulled out the cell and started dialing. Tia waited with baited breath while Mag looked very amused.
"Hello, Precious! It's good to hear your voice." He listened for a moment, then rolled his eyes in exasperation and interrupted her.
"Has there been some change with Jamie's arrival I don't know about?" he asked. "Mag is saying you need to tell me something."
He listened intently, his free hand clenching tighter and tighter, pulling the soft leather of his glove. His eyebrows met across the bridge of his nose and he scowled ferociously.
"But, Precious," he tried to interrupt again. The voice on the other end continued and he shook his head.
"It wasn't like that at all, Sarah. The Bunch boy was the obvious choice."
He paused again, nodding and waited for Sarah to finish.
"They're much too busy right now for the kind of time that would take. We do have a schedule to keep. They're in a committed relationship now, won't that do?"
Sarah's voice was so loud that Jareth held the phone away from his ear.
"Alright, we'll do it your way. But I'm upping the stakes. It's a month in Paris, now. Yes, a whole month, not a lunar month. No, we won't be staying with Christine's boyfriend. Christine is not invited. What do you mean, you can invite her to the same hotel?"
He noticed Mag giggling and fought for composure. "Yes, Precious. But it was only a few hours..." He gave up. "Everything I do, Sarah, as always. Yes. Goodbye."
He pocketed the phone.
"She seems to still be carrying a bit of a grudge." He fiddled with his gloves. "Mag and Erik need to throw wishes to get married and have a child."
"What?" Tia shrieked. "That's not..."
"Don't even think it!" Jareth snapped.
