0.2 The Calling
Pippin: (Things are about to turn around for the little girl from all those years ago.) Polly Maloney, we need to talk.
Polly: I'm sorry, who's talking to me?
Pippin: Oh, that's right. I keep forgetting I manifest as an incorporeal voice with no visible presence here.
Polly: Okay. I think we're done here.
Pippin: No, wait. I'm your Watcher.
Polly: Really? Why would I have a Watcher?
Pippin: Because you are the glorious Sim I have chosen to be the founder...foundress...founding person...Sim...of my first successful decadynasty!
Polly: And that implies you've failed at them before?
Pippin: Oh...umm..yeah...but anyway, I've got it planned out way better this time. It'll be great. Are you in?
Polly: Why would you want me? My mom was the pretty one, my dad was the ambitious one. Of course, they both left.
Pippin: But you're the girl who stayed.
Polly: Isn't that an episode of Doctor Who?
Pippin: No, you must be thinking of The Girl Who Waited, the episode where Amy was...wait, I got distracted...what were we talking about? Oh, yes! You're the founderess of my decadynasty.
Polly: Wouldn't it technicaly be
my decadynasty?
Pippin: Okay, joint custody. Anyway, let's get your makeover started!
Polly: No. If I'm going to do this, I'll be doing it just as I am. No revamped Polly, just plain ol' me.
Pippin: Hmm, well, that's not how I'd planned it, but why not. Just you. Exactly as you are. Can we dye your hair red?
Polly: No.
Pippin: Fine. Well, I guess it's time to go find true love, get married, and start a family.
Polly: Within about a 2 day span?
Pippin: Well, I wouldn't want to rush you, but yes. Or the first day, if you'd prefer...
Pippin: And we're off to a great start!
Pippin: So, any winners?
Polly: Not yet...oh wait a minute...
Rafael: Well, hello there.
Polly: Chest and handsome to you as well.
Rafael: What?
Polly: What? I mean, wanna come to my place?
Rafael: Well, I like a woman who knows what she wants.
Polly: Yes, wants.
Polly: I want dinner. I'm hungry.
Rafael: I could take you some place for dinner.
Polly: Nah, I've got yogurt in the fridge at my place. You're sleeping over, right?
Rafael: Well, this escalated quickly.
Pippin: Raf, you have no idea how quickly.
Pippin: And the man of her dreams slept over at Polly's place...
Pippin: on the couch.
Polly: What can I say, I'm old fashioned. No sleeping together until we're married, which requires us to have known each other for at least part of two consecutive days.
Pippin: Okay, it's day two, he's in the bathroom, matrimonial ambush time!
Pippin: Caught him right before he was leaving for work. Now that's timing!
Raf: Is that gorgeous ring for me?
Polly: No, I get to wear it, you just get to marry me.
Pippin: You may now kiss the bride.
Pippin: Well, the bathroom nuptials are completed. Time to get started on the first heir.
Polly: Way to be romantic, Pippin.
Pippin: You proposed in the potty.
Polly: Touche.
