"Hey, boss! Da heck's going on?!"
I recognize the New York accent and sigh. "Hello, Nyamco." The villain of
Mappy glares back at me from the ground.
"Sup, Jun-your." He draws out the syllables. "Now, again--wair are we?" His tail lashes back and forth in agitation.
I shrug, and he glares at me some more.
Suddenly,a large yellow car pulls up out of nowhere. Nyamco screeches and runs behind me. The window rolls down,and a man tips his hat. "Need a ride?"
There's a lot I don't know about the real world, but economics isn't one of them. "I don't have any money, sir."
The man chuckles. "Trust me-you have money. About 1,800 simoleans, am I right? We got the notification this morning about a founder coming in. So what are you doing? Immortal Dynasty? 4x4 Dynasty? legacy challenge?"
"Um. What?"
Nyamco scratches my ear. "Shut it, nimrod! Accept the free money!"
I gape at him. "But....it's not ours."
The driver adjusts his mirror. "Are you talking to the cat?"
Nyamco and I exchange a look. "Possibly?"
The rest of the trip is spent in silence.
I am dropped off at City Hall.The building is cold and my footsteps echo off the marble walls. Nyamco is silent as he cowers in my arms.
A disinterested secretary points me to the mayors office. When I step in, the mayor is reading the newspaper as a red haired woman looks over his shoulder. They both look up when I step into the room.
The woman grins. "Oh, hello! You're the new founder!" She pulls a pen and pad of paper out of nowhere. "Can you talk to the Watcher? Oo, and are you trying to prove something to your parents? Or were one of your parents in a dynasty, but then it failed, so now it's up to you? Or-"
"Alouette!" The man snaps. "Calm down. Give the man a chance to breath."
I mentally thank the man.
The woman-Alouette-sighs. "Fine. I'm out, then." Before she leaves, she adds, "I'll interview you eventually." The door makes a harsh clack as it closes.
The man smiles indulgently. "Sorry about that. Alouette works for the local paper; she's been in here all morning waiting for you to show up. Appaloosa doesn't get many immortal dynastys." He gestures to the chait in front of him.
I sit gingerly. "I'm not entirely sure what that is, Mr.....Bedlington." I finally notice his nameplate. I stroke Nyamco's fur absentmindedly.
He nods. "That does seem to happen sometimes." He opens a drawer behind his desk and pulls out a book. "Here. Read up. In the meantime, I'll need to get you and your pet licensed up."
He proceeded to take our pictures.
DK Junior Arcadia was the name I choose for myself.
I read while assorted 'sims' tried to get Nyamco to stand still for his picture. Information about the Watcher, skills, ambrosia, and so, so much more filled my brain while the cat caused a general panic. They finally got him to sit still by promising catnip.
Mr. Bedlington showed me the deed to the biggest lot in town, already written out in my name. I was dropped off there by another taxi, and promptly felt a menu open.
I am a video game character, and well aware of it. I believe this is the reason I am capable of feeling menus and clicks and ques. I could also feel the 'wish' roll to join a culinary career. I have decided on cooking as my supermax, and as such, an trying to wish for things relating to that. I'm not entirely sure what will happen when I accomplish this 'Immortal Dynasty', but it can't hurt.
Items are bought and placed. They will get us through the first few days.
I go back to town to register for a job and learn more about this strange place. It is there that I see her again.
"Alouette, right?"
She grins widely. Her teeth are straight and white. "Hey hey, Dee-Kay! Mind if I do that interview now?"
"I suppose not."
She laughs. "I like you."
We talk for what seems like hours. She gives me some tips based on dynasty research; I take her advice.
I spend the time between waking up and going to work supermaxing. Nyamco practices hunting. I often hear him muttering under his breath about 'stupid mouse; think you can take my stuff back?! I stole that fair and square!' The catnip mouse then receives a solid trouncing.
Also, this horse.
It seems to show up every morning and watch us, or trot around the perimeter of the lot for a few hours. Then it races off, only to return at 8 am.
I can't tell if I should shoo it away or let it roam. If it's good or evil. What it's purpose is.
I'll get back to you when I figure it out.