Drat! Curses on sorcerers! Curses on this plane! Curses, curses, curses!
Can I offer any assistance?
Ahh! A sorceress speaks, her voice booming down upon me! You! You trapped me here!
No. Not me. I may be able to help, though. Watchers do lots of helping.
Watcher? What a strange name for a sorceress. If you did not possess the means to trap me in this mortal body, how can you free me?
As a Watcher, I have lots of powers. I never said I couldn’t trap you. I said I didn’t. Much difference, there. What do I call you?
My name is Gaia, goddess of the earth, goddess of the green, and all that grows.
I’m going to stick with just Gaia, if that’s alright with you.
If it means I am one step closer to my freedom, call me whatever you wish.
You might regret saying that in the future. Let’s get you to the station, sort out your citizenship, and start the application process for the ambrosia license. I’ll tell you my plan along the way, okay?Officer: What is your full name?
Gaia: I am Gaia, goddess of the earth, goddess of the green, and all that grows.
Officer: Ma’am, I just need a first and last name?
Tell them to call you Gaia Diua. Diua means ‘divine goddess’, and it’s easier for sims to use in your reference.
Gaia: Call me Gaia Diua, if it will satisfy your paperwork.
Officer: Alright, one more thing, where will you be living? We need a place of residence to put in your file before we can file your Founder’s Intent paperwork.
Gaia: You can find me in the Magnolia Blossom—
You can’t legally live in the park, Gaia. Tell the nice young man that you will be developing the Twin Oracle Point lot, in Newcrest.
Gaia: I’m sorry, I was mistaken. I actually have plans to develop the Twin Oracle Point lot, in Newcrest.
Officer: Well, that’s enough for me. I hope to see you again when you're here to file the records of your heir's birth, and again when you apply for your ambrosia license. Good luck to you, ma’am.
Now, Gaia, I know just the family for you to befriend, let’s drive on over to Oasis Springs, and I’ll tell you more.At the Caliente Residence…. 
Gaia:My name is Gaia Diua.
Don: (She’s a pretty one, and she has red hair…) Oh, uh, nice to meet you, miss. I hope you find your shoes.
Gaia: I’ve been told by a trusted source that you, young man, are fond of strong, redheaded women. In this mortal form, I am as such. Will you live with me? I can guarantee you a completion of your aspiration, all the WooHoo a man like you could wish for, and a very nice bed to do it in. I would also appreciate it if you brought along your female housemates, and sold your house and furniture. The women will be useful to me.
Don: Uhh… sure?
Twin Oracle Point...
Gaia: I am pleased to meet you, Dina. As a member of the culinary field, you will be the Hebe of my house, until you are no longer able to fulfill that role.
Dina: Like, uh, what’s a Hebe?
Gaia: Hebe was the one who made ambrosia, and gave it to the gods of Greece to prolong their immortality. You will do the same for me. Now, Nina, come here…
Gaia: Nina, you are to be my Hestia. You will keep my house clean, you will repair what is broken, and when there is none of that to attend to, you will sculpt and provide for this household.
Nina: (Ugh, I'm this weirdo lady's maid now?)
Katrina: What am I, chopped liver?
Gaia: You will be my Hathor. You will provide for the children of this house, and while we are waiting for children, you will paint. You will provide portraits and photographs of all members of this house until you are unable to fulfill this duty.
Gaia: Don, your given name is so fitting to your title in this house. You will be my Dionysus. You will provide drink and dance at parties, but most importantly, you will perpetuate as many bloodlines as you can.
Don: (Well, that sounds kinda fun!)
Gaia: You will each be given one whim-day a week. Your wish is our watcher’s command, as long as it will not endanger the dynasty’s success. The other six days you are sworn to fulfill your duties and put as much into the dynasty as your puny mortal lives can offer—
I feel it may be time to introduce myself! Gaia, take the supreme goddess stuff down a notch. You’re guaranteed to be mortal for another forty days. Act like it, pretty please.
Everyone, I am the Watcher. Gaia insists on believing this makes me a sorceress. I am just a mortal from another plane with a little bit of power in yours. Gaia is mortal and can only threaten you. I can remove the ladders from your pools, lock your doors, and turn around the fridge so you can’t use it.
But, I can also save you from starvation, homelessness, and maybe even a mortified death! Remember that I am mighty. Also remember that I come to your world to help you. Help me help you, by listening to what Gaia and I tell you to do for the sake of the dynasty, and everything will be just fine.
Welcome to the Diua Immortal Matriarchy.
