From: Drifter Board of Directors, No Sim Left Behind
To: Davos Flint & Cersei Lannister
Re: Drifter House 005Thank you for agreeing to participate in the Drifter Project for No Sim Left Behind. Your endeavors will help advance simkind.
Your overall goals:
• On the site formerly known as Arid Ridge Residential Lot, you will build a 3 bedroom/2 bathroom home worth a minimum of $100,000 simoleons (after depreciation). A room consists of at least 4 walls, a door, flooring, and wall coverings.
• Each of you will:
o Reach level 10 of the painting career. One will choose Patron of the Arts branch. One will choose Master of the Real branch
• One of you will reach level 5 in photography (There’s a treasure hunt associated with the Project! More later!)
• Produce and raise an heir to the young adult life stage.
No Sim Left Behind will provide you with the plot of land free of charge. You will need to have disposed of your money by the time you begin this project.
The specifics are here:
https://thedrifterchallenge.blogspot.com/2015_07_01_archive.htmlBy signing this agreement, you are pledging to spend the entirety of your life to this project.
Please return the signed agreement by the close of business today. We expect regular reports on your progress.
From: Cersei Lannister
To: Drifter Board of Directors, No Sim Left Behind
cc: Davos Flint
Re: Re: House 005
When I agreed to participate in this “Project,” I did not realize I was being sold into a relationship to a stranger and forced to become a brood sow.
From: Ben Lynx, Drifter Board of Directors, No Sim Left Behind
To: Cersei Lannister
Cc: Davos Flint
Re: Re: Re: House 005Whoa. No one’s being sold into a relationship. If you two want to have a relationship and have kids, that’s up to you. If not, the only one who has to have a kid is the main sim. In this case, is Davos.
Davos, if you and Cersei don’t hook up, which again is perfectly fine, you’ll need to move in your partner to the household and conceive the baby through woohoo.
Everybody clear?
Ben
Journal entry, Cersei LannisterThe clod I’m supposed to share this miniscule little lot with was bursting with excitement over this “Project.” We weren’t there two minutes when he hailed his aunt who just happened to be walking by. He didn’t even bother to introduce me—not that I wish to be acquainted with a fat cow who likes to wear dresses made out of upholstery fabric.
“You mother asked me to stop by,” she told the clod. “Lyanna said she’s sorry, but she had to work late at FutureSims.”
“I can handle it, Aunt Shireen. Tell her not to worry. Cersei and I are all good.”
The fat cow dared to look at me as if she doubted it.
After she left, my “roommate” turned to me. “I guess we should do that, huh? My grandma said that Grandpa Eddard felt a job got in the way of making money, but I guess we don’t have much of a choice.”
I stared at him.
“So are your family drifters too?”
Someone is going to pay dearly for what they’ve done to me.
Email from Davos Flint to Lyanna & Eddard FlintHi Mom and Dad,
So, uh, things aren’t going so well. I mean don’t worry too much. There’s a ton of blackberries in the area and a lot of rocks and stuff. We had to sleep on benches, but I’m signed up to the painter career and so is my roommate. We’ve got easels and a cooler, but uh, she’s kind of nasty.
It’s a good thing I don’t have to hook up with her, even though she’s smoking hot, because she keeps snarling at me and stuff. Cersei is a total snob even if she is creative. You should have seen her reaction when I told her we’d make more simoleons if she collected fossils and crystals and harvestables too. Every time I try to suggest we do something to earn some cash she goes, “Lannisters don’t—” and then she breaks off and looks really upset.
The thing is everybody walking by is either too young or already shacking up with someone.
Love,
Davos
Journal entry, Cersei LannisterMy
cellmate roommate’s relatives are over here more than they are at their own homes. Today his mother, Lyanna stopped by. She is attractive enough I suppose, but she was dressed like she’d just been hiking.
I find it difficult to believe that she runs FutureLabs.
Davos was finishing up a large classic painting and she pulled me aside. “I know being a drifter is difficult, but you’d have an easier time of it if you took advantage of the natural resources.” She pointed to the rocks.
I was about to tell her what she could do with her advice when she pointed out that a few hours of worth might earn us enough to buy a bed.
I realized she might have a point. We’ve been painting a great deal, but the supposed art lovers in Oasis Spring apparently have no taste whatsoever because they don’t pay anything close to what my artwork is worth.
While Davos painted canvas after canvas, chatting all the while with his mother, I dug up every rock and dirt pile I could find.
When I got back, we had enough for a shower, a toilet, cooler, the start of some walls,
and a double bed.
“I am not a brood mare. Lannisters don’t—”
He waited, but when I couldn’t finish the sentence, he shrugged. “It was cheaper to get a decent double bed than two crappy singles,” he said. “Look, no worries, I’m gonna keep painting. You take the bed. When I need to sleep, I can park myself on the bench again.”
I’m not used to such consideration from men. At least I suppose I am not because I was surprised. For a moment I was tempted to tell him the truth--that I have no memories of my past before arriving at this lot, but I merely nodded.
