Chapter 3
Susan pulled her hand back from the pawn she was about to move when Blair mentioned her ex-boyfriend. She hadn’t said anything about him in quite a while, so it took her by surprise. “Really? What did he want?”
“He said he was back in town for the summer. He got a temp job checking automated spell checkers, or something like that, over at the towers,” Blair said while her mother finished her chess move. “I hope I can hang out with him before he goes back. I’m going to be working a lot, though. You don’t mind if he comes over to visit on a day off, do you?”
“That’s fine with me. What about you, honey?” Susan asked Boyd.
“I don’t mind, either.” He paused. “Although I’d prefer it if you kept the door to your room open if he’s in there with you, still.”
Blair flushed with embarrassment. “Dad! Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
“I’m not sixteen anymore! I’m an adult!” she said, indignant. “Besides, he and I broke up ages ago. We’re just friends now. Why would you even think something like that?”
Susan raised an eyebrow at Blair’s defensive reaction, while Boyd answered her.
“Why would I think that? Because I can cite you a number of examples of guys your age I know on TarzWar that talk about their female friends and how much they’d love to get into their skimpy virtual armor if they could.” It was clear from his tone that Boyd found the conversation just as unpleasant and awkward as Blair did. He would have preferred that the whole issue of his daughter having a boyfriend while she still lived there as an adult never come up, but since it had, he pushed through it as succinctly as possible. “And I’m well aware that you’re an adult, Blair. What you do on your own is your own business, but here, please just humor me.”
“Fine,” Blair said, rolling her eyes. “But you’re worrying over nothing. Like I said, we’re just friends. You used to like Cycl0n3. You should know he’s not like that.”
Whatever Boyd was going to say next was completely de-railed by the name Blair used to refer to her former boyfriend. “Wait, what did you call him?”
“Oh. Right. You didn’t know about him changing his name, did you? He did that last winter at University. He officially goes by his internet name now. Cycl0n3 Sw0rd. But if you write it out, the o’s are zeroes and the e is a three. You’ve probably seen him on my SimBook. I’ve shared some of the funny things he’s posted.”
“Are you serious?” Susan was somewhere between horrified and fascinated. “He actually changed his legal name to that?”
“It’s weird, but yeah, he did. He filed paperwork and everything. He showed me a scan of his driver’s license to prove it. He said they acted like he was trolling them when he went to City Hall.”
“Can’t imagine why,” Susan quipped.
Boyd still had a funny look on his face. “So his name is Cycl0n3 Sw0rd now?”
“Yeah. You get used to it after a while.”
“Heh. Well, I’ll take your word for that.” Susan returned her attention to the chess board, and her eyes lit up when she saw a move. “Ooh! And I think this is… yes, it is! Checkmate.” She placed her piece triumphantly.
Blair looked over the board and smiled. “Looks like you’re right. Good game, Mom.”
“Good timing, too. Your computer’s about done,” Boyd said as he closed the lid on Blair’s laptop and handed it to her. “It should run a lot faster now. Let me know if you have any issues with it.”
“Thanks.” She picked it up. “I’m going to go to bed so I’m not dead at the gym tomorrow morning. Good night.”
“Good night.”
“‘Night, honey,” Susan called after her. As she was about to get up from the chess table, she noticed that Boyd looked as though he was contemplating something now that Blair had left. “What?”
“Did you know that one of my TarzWar guild mates is named Cycl0n3 Sw0rd, with zeroes for o’s and a three for an e?”
Susan was intrigued. “Really? Do you think it’s him?”
“At first, I figured it had to be a coincidence, but then I remembered that the Cycl0n3 I know said when he was last on that he was heading home for summer and wouldn’t be on much for a few days. I’m pretty sure I also remember him saying he was a Sims U student at one point. That’s too many coincidences for it to not be the same guy, don’t you think? I haven’t seen Cycl0n3s spelled just like that all over the internet as a particularly common name, and I’ve been on the internet since before it was even called the internet. So how likely is it that it’s not him?”
“Not terribly,” Susan agreed. “What do you think of him from how you know him online? Is he much different than he was back when he and Blair were in high school?”
Boyd moved from the now empty desk where he had worked on Blair’s laptop to the desktop computer on the opposite one. “Not really. I mean, he was quieter around us, but who wouldn’t be when hanging around his girlfriend’s parents?” He paused to type something, and then resumed. “In game he seems okay. He plays his class well. He doesn’t mess around during raids, and aside from shooting off his mouth sometimes, he’s not a bad guy to group with. I get along with him fine, but I have a thicker skin than some of the bigger egos on the server.” Boyd paused. “Of course, I doubt he has any idea who I am any more than I knew who he was until tonight. It’ll be… interesting… to see what he says in casual guild conversation when something about life outside the game comes up from here on out.”
After deleting some spam from her inbox, Susan loaded up a forum thread she had been following. “You aren’t going to say anything, then.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Susan looked up from her screen and over at her husband. “So, you’re going to troll Blair’s ex-boyfriend?”
Boyd stopped typing for a moment. He knew that look and tone. They were the same ones Susan used when he did things like use a paper plate instead of emptying the dishwasher because there were no clean dishes in the cabinet. A combination of disapproval and amusement over something that wasn’t argument material, but something she couldn’t quite let slide, either. “I wouldn’t call it trolling, honey. It’s just a little experiment comparing someone’s online persona to their real life one. Out of curiosity.”
“Because this someone used to date our daughter, and now he wants to hang out with her again.”
“Exactly.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Susan closed her browser and shut down her computer, feeling sleepy now that she was done with what she’d wanted to do online. “Well, when you’re done not-trolling, come to bed. You’re going to be miserable at work tomorrow if you stay up until two again like last night.” She gave him a quick kiss good night, and headed off to their bedroom while he logged into the game.
Across town the following day, the subject of the Wainwrights’ late night conversation was not having a great day himself. Cycl0n3 Sw0rd had endured a long and painfully dull shift at work proofreading things that he found boring to read in the first place. When he got home, he wanted nothing more than a little downtime and mindless entertainment in the form of killing monsters on a console game. He got a grand total of five minutes of it after changing out of his work clothes and settling down to play. Then he got a phone call from his roommate—well, former roommate, now—and that ended that.
He headed toward the kitchen area and found his two remaining roommates, Emma and Tamara, at the table. They looked just as stressed as he was.
“What’s up with you two? Did you hear the same great news I just did?”
Tamara glanced up at him. “News? You mean about how we can’t pay our bills? Yeah, it’s wonderful. Makes me feel like those long hours at City Hall are totally worthwhile when the rent eats this much of my monthly income.” She sighed. “Kyle needs to get back here soon. He still hasn’t paid his share for this month. If it wasn’t for Emma being able to take leftover food from work most nights, we’d have nothing to eat but a couple of cheap boxes of macaroni and cheese for the rest of the week.”
“At least the food makes up for my not-so-filling paycheck,” Emma joked before growing serious again. “I’m sorry I can’t chip in more to help cover the stuff he was supposed to pay, but I make squat, too. I can’t afford a third of the rent on this place. I signed on for a fifth, and a fourth I can do for a month or two, but that’s about my limit until I get a raise.”
“It’s not your fault, Emma,” Tamara assured her before turning back to Cycl0n3. “Tell me you weren’t being sarcastic, and your great news actually is good news, and not another three hundred simoleon electric bill or something else we can’t afford.”
“I wish. No, it was a call from our missing roommate. I asked him if he was on his way back finally, since he was supposed to head back with me, and he told me he called to say he wasn’t coming back. He’s decided he likes it there so much he’s moving in with Randall for good. Like I said, great news.” He flopped down into one of the empty chairs at the table.
Tamara was furious. “What? He can’t just do that to us! He agreed to stay here until the fall! We held his room! That’s bull!”
“Seriously!” agreed Emma. “If he was going to stay there, he should’ve said so and given us a month to find another roommate to pick up his share. Or at least pay us his share for this month since he didn’t bother to let us know. We could’ve run an ad for two new roommates instead of one.”
“Hey, I’m not arguing.” Cycl0n3 leaned back in his chair. “When’s that Stiles guy who answered our ad supposed to move in, anyway? At least he’ll make four again, and keep us from learning the fine art of dumpster diving to get by.”
Emma sighed. “Not until the middle of July. He said he was stuck in his lease where he lives now until then. We said it was okay because we thought Kyle would be back with you and we could get by with four of us until Stiles moved in and put us back at five.”
“That and he was the only one who answered who didn’t seem shady or skeevy,” muttered Tamara.
Cycl0n3 couldn’t help but laugh. “Coming from someone who hangs around upstanding guys like Xander Clavell, that’s saying something.”
“Shut up, Cycl0n3,” Tamara retorted. “I’m being serious. If you can chip in any extra, we need you to. I covered what I could, but it’s not really enough. I’ll pay you back out of what Stiles gives us when he moves in.”
“What, do you think I’m making a fortune as a newsroom peon? Anyway, I don’t have much right now, because I didn’t expect to have a roommate bail on me and stick me with his share of the bills. I upgraded my laptop with a better hard drive with most of my last paycheck.”
Tamara sighed. “Great.”
“Look, there’s got to be something we can do, right? Maybe try putting an ad somewhere other than SimsList?” suggested Emma.
“Putting one in the paper costs money, which we’re lacking,” Cycl0n3 pointed out. “I tried asking Victoria if there was any kind of employee discount back when we put out the first one, and she told me they didn’t do that.”
“What about friends? Do either of you two know anyone that might be looking to move, or heck, even stay here for a month or two while looking for somewhere better?” Emma looked over at Tamara. “What about Xander? Doesn’t he still live with his parents? He can’t be thrilled about that, right? Think he’d want to move in?”
“No way. Xander still lives with his parents because he doesn’t have to pay rent and his mom makes him dinner every night and still does his laundry,” Tamara said. “If he moved in, he might cough up the rent once or twice, and then it’ll be late because he blew it all partying, and he’ll ask if we could cover him or help him out ‘just this once,’ except it’s never only once with him. Trust me. Been there, done that.”
“And wore his t-shirt the morning after, or so I heard,” Cycl0n3 quipped, waggling his eyebrows.
Emma snickered, while Tamara snapped at him. “That’s not funny. It’s also not relevant. We’re talking about finding a roommate, not ancient history. Xander’s not on the list of candidates, so we need to figure out someone who is. Okay?”
“Fine. Bite my head off, why don’t you?” Cycl0n3 was about to say something else when his phone beeped with a text.
Emma looked up as Cycl0n3 responded to whoever it was. “I hope that was Kyle, and you’re telling him what he can do to himself for screwing us over like this.”
Cycl0n3 chortled. “Nah. Just my friend Blair.”
“I don’t suppose your friend might be interested in a room in an avant-garde industrial style loft complex in downtown Sunset Valley?” Emma said, parroting the wording they had used in their SimsList ad.
“What? No. I mean, I don’t think so.” Cycl0n3 was caught off guard by the question. It had never occurred to him to think of Blair in terms of roommate material until then. “She still lives at home.”
“Another Xander?” asked Emma.
Cycl0n3 made a face at the comparison. “No. She's nothing like him. She's younger than us. She only graduated high school this year. She’s not a loser mooching off mom and dad at almost thirty.”
Tamara raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t she also your ex-girlfriend?”
“I thought this wasn’t about ‘ancient history,’” he replied sarcastically.
“Well, if they’re friends now, what’s the harm?” asked Emma. “It means you’re past any awkward stuff, right?”
Cycl0n3 nodded. “Oh, yeah. Sure. I mean, I haven't seen her since I first left for University last year, but we’ve been talking on SimBook for months now. Everything's cool with us.”
“If you say so.” Tamara shrugged. “I’d find it a little weird to live with someone I was with for like a year and then broke up with, but that’s just me. I’ve got no problem with it if you don't, though.”
“Ten months and thirteen days, actually.”
Emma gave Cycl0n3 a surprised look. “What?”
“That’s how long we were together. What can I say? My mind is a precise instrument.”
“Except for when you can’t find your car keys,” quipped Emma. “You lose them more often than anyone I know. But back to the subject here, does she work or have some kind of income? Do you think she might want to move out of her parents place?”
“I don’t know. She might. She does have a job. She joined the SVPD after graduation. I could ask her.” The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of having Blair around. They had always gotten along well, and had been friends for some time before they ever dated. Cycl0n3 figured that was why he had been able to stay friends with her after their relationship ended and he went to University. Blair Wainwright was one of the few individuals he had ever met that both got him and accepted him on a level most others didn’t.
“Sounds good to me, then.” Emma leaned back in her chair.
“Me, too,” Tamara agreed. “Let us know what she says.”