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Enya put Wendalyn on this autonomously and my heart fell apart.
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"--just as I always do. I always measure twice. So what I can't understand is how the heck it went wrong!"
"Had you ever done a Snowglobe Enchantment before, Mom?" Aunt Wendalyn said.
"Well, no," my grandmother said, "but I don't think it matters. It's considered fairly trivial to work. Children can do it. It's a simple illusion, meant to dazzle your Snowflake Day guests on their way out, by helping them step into a sparkling, magical, winter wonderl--"
"Out there it is summer, Grandma," I said crossly. "People are swimming. Everyone is in tank tops and shorts and sandals."
"I have heard they do things different in the Nordics--" Violet began.
"Shut UP, Violet. God!" I threw up my hands in frustration.
"Grandma," I said, "if it's a winter scene you wanted, wouldn't it have been a billion times simpler just to make it snow? Look! Everyone has their lights--okay. Backtrack--everyone in Elmira City had their lights up. Maybe they still do. I mean, I'm assuming this enchantment didn't nuke the city from orbit or anything, right?
Nods from everyone but Violet, who suddenly looked frantic. I shouldn't even suggest possibilities like that around her.
"Plus! PLUS, we were out in the suburbs with no lack of trees, right, and it was cold enough that I super regretted wearing a halter dress, although I'm much happier about that choice now because, like I said, it's fucking summer. But come on! The weather stone was just--"
My aunt interrupted me.
"We can only do Reviving Sprinkle at the Weather Stone, Velma. Sorry. No snow."
"Is that the one with the rainbow?" asked Violet.
No one answered her right away, so I jumped back in before anyone could.
"Are you seriously trying to tell me that you're both fairies--one of you is even Queen of all of you--and you can't just make it snow whenever you want? How is that possible? Even witches have Ice Blast!"
My grandmother's turn to throw up her hands.
"I don't understand any more of this than you do, Velma--"
"Then you shouldn't have been playing around with such things, Mother," I heard my own mother say.
I stared at her as though she were an alien in our midst. She might as well have been! My mother...? talking that way to her mother...? Since fucking when?!
Aunt Wendalyn sighed.
"I have to agree with Wilona, Mom. This was... this wasn't your best-ever idea."
"It was a TERRIBLE idea," I said. "I love you, Auntie W, but let's not euphemize it. It was an absolutely batshit awful idea and now--I mean, look at Violet. She's terrified something has happened to her family. --Oh, you are too, Violet, and I don't even blame you, okay? Like for once your reaction is exactly normal."
I caught my breath and continued.
"And what about Devon? Devon teaches school now, Grandma, did you know that? He has class in the morning! Those children depend on him, and now you've fucked it up for a... for a... for a spectacle," I said.
I wasn't even sure that was the word I wanted, but Vivienne nodded at me. "Yes. A spectacle. Almost Situationist, so I applaud it in that sense, but... these are our lives, Grandma, and, um, they're severely messed up right now."
"And we know you meant well, Grandma, but please," said Violet, plainly near tears, "please find some way to fix it."
My grandmother looked dazedly around the room. Seeming uncertain which of us to address, she finally raised a hand at the television and directed her question to it:
"How?"
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Wilona threw a house party on Love Day. WHAT.
The reason for Wilona's slightly abashed expression and Velma's faintly disapproving one concerns the guest list.
Gooooo Girvans! (Or however you hear or spell that.)
Devon is labeled an Old Friend in Velma's relationship panel so it really wasn't a big deal. They did a little catching up outside
while the band was taking a break from playing. By "the band" I mean, of course, Velma's aunt.
This completes my "Wendalyn plays a random instrument in public" collection! She's played the drums (in the park), the keyboard (in the damn library, which still kills me), the bass (at her own party, so--semi-public? I'm counting it), and now the guitar.
Is there a mod to get her a saxophone?! In theory, the possibilities are endless. Besides, she's a fairy, she's gonna live for 500 years and I would hate for her to get bored, musically.
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I am so done trying to arrange serious extended family conversations in this game, because this is always how they turn out. 😔
Wendalyn: What are you thinking about, Wilona dear?
Wilona: Fiiiiish
Wendalyn: ...right.
Wilona: and also this weed.
Wendalyn: Gotcha.
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Pretty soon, we were all too upset to stay in the same room with each other any longer.
Grandma and Wendalyn went upstairs, ostensibly to confer on a solution; but I know I heard the blender whirring, and the stereo playing too, so I have my doubts about that.
"Drinking and dancing," I groused to Vivienne in the kitchen. "While we're stranded miles from home. Happy fuckin' Snowflake Day to us."
Vivienne shrugged. "It's how they cope, Velma. I'm sure once they get it out of their systems--"
I glared at her. "Cope with what?" I wanted to know. "What have they got to cope with? We're the ones who've been screwed!"
Vivienne nodded.
"Fairies!" I said disgustedly.
"I know," she said, "but have you ever thought about what it must be like for them? To live for hundreds of years like that. To be misunderstood by everyone around you for most of it, when all you want to do is play pranks, make plants grow, and dance? Harmless things, silly things, mostly, but we punish them for it. And meanwhile--meanwhile, they have to watch generation after generation of their human family just... die."
"Vivienne, I don't really have it in me right now to empathize with them."
"I'm not finding that easy to do either," Vivienne said, "but I have to try. Because otherwise, my mind is going to go places I cannot afford to let it go."
I could understand that. Change of subject, then.
"Have you talked to David?" I asked.
Vivienne bit her lip.
Lowering her voice, she said, "That... that's kind of one of the places I'm trying to keep my mind from going, actually. I can't get him, Velma."
"Huh?"
"The phone just rings! I can't get him." Her voice began to take on an edge, though she kept her tone low. "Same with Marcella. Same with the sitter! Same with the school, the hospital--"
I stared at her.
"You can't reach anyone at home?"
She shook her head, her mouth a tight, thin line.
"Texts?"
"That's even weirder. They don't show they've been delivered. They don't show anything! I don't even get the notification that they failed to send. They just... sit there. In the void, on my screen, apparently going nowhere."
"Like when someone's blocked you?" I asked idiotically. "Oh! I know that's not it, especially not if it's happening with everyone, but--"
"Look, Velma," she said, still keeping her voice low, "I am really shook up, okay? I am a total mess right now. I can keep it together for a little while, at least until we find out more about what happened.
"Because then, maybe we can figure out how to fix it. That's what's keeping me from freaking out. It's about the only thing keeping me from freaking out. But I'm not as confident that--"
"Oh God," I said. "Violet."
Vivienne nodded. "Violet."
The door to the backyard opened and Devon joined us.
"Hey," he said, sounding agitated, "sorry to barge in on y'all, but I'm having some issues trying to contact the school. Have you--"
"No," Vivienne interrupted him, "we can't get through either. At least, I can't. I was about to ask Velma--"
There was a sudden loud thud from the living room and a sharp, startled cry from my mother.
"Violet," Vivienne said, and we raced into the living room.
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"I never should have made that crack about nuking the city," I groaned.
"No, no, don't blame yourself. She would have had to call home eventually," Aunt Wendalyn said.
"I really do need to learn not to be so impulsive, though," I said.
"Why?"
That took a little time to process. All the responses she could have given me, and she went with "why?" Was I talking to a child, or a grown woman my mother's age? Older than my mother, actually?
And yet--not.
Flustered, I said, "Because... because it causes trouble, Auntie. People get hurt, and it's just not--it's careless of me. It's stupid! And it's preventable, if I just wouldn't speak before I think. When the people getting hurt are fragile people, or people I care about (or fragile people I care about, in Violet's case), then it's even worse."
My aunt shook her head gently at me, smiling.
"Velma. You're making too much of this and being too hard on yourself. She only fainted, darling. She's done that since she was a child."
"I know."
"It used to upset your mother so much."
Before tonight, I would have found that very difficult to picture. "Unflappable" is a word you could use to describe the woman who raised me. Chill, zen, easygoing, calm--all of those adjectives, sure. Not "upset."
Now, my uncharacteristically upset mother was at the hospital with my father and Vivienne, getting Violet ruled out for a concussion.
I heard my grandmother's heels clicking along the floorboards and felt myself almost snap to attention. Even my aunt seemed to stand a little straighter.
My grandmother smiled at us.
"Mom?" said Wendalyn.
"Come into the kitchen," my grandmother ordered. (She said it very sweetly, as only a fairy could--but it felt like an order.) "I think I can explain what went wrong, but I'll have to show you. Wendalyn, do we have any cinnamon?"
"Um. I think so?"
"Come along, then. You two will be perfect."
I didn't quite like the sound of that. I said, "Perfect for what, Grandma?"
"To explain to the others," my grandmother said. "I can't be answering questions from everyone all day."
"It's nighttime now, Mom," Wendalyn said.
"Oh? Oh, it is. Hah! Then I have even less time for interruptions."
She turned around. My aunt and I exchanged brief, worried glances before meekly following my grandmother into the kitchen.
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The 20-odd minutes of heated discussion that followed my grandmother's question are some we'd probably all rather forget.
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Rejected for a first kiss with that damned Sergio fella she flirted with at prom!
This is my fault--she had a nice queue of escalating romantic interactions going when I went, "wait, let's make sure he's single. And she may as well see if there's sign compatibility while she's being inquisitive." One or both of those interactions knocked them off the Funicular to Intensifying Lust Peak, so having her go for it afterwards failed. I'm so sorry, Undine!
She managed it later, but I didn't take a picture because I was distracted by a notification from Felix's fundraiser, this time being held at the Summer Festival.
Here Sergio looks merely bashful, rather than terrified. But that prior rejection is still going on his permanent record. 😠
As should by now be obvious, I was not on my screencapping game during this play session. Thus, this is the only shot from Felix's fundraiser.
Then again, maybe it's the only one that matters.
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Wendalyn loves her bear, Amelia, but to me it looks like Amelia might need to call a hotline, because she takes a lot of abuse.
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"Hi, Aunt Wendalyn! How're you doing?
"I had kind of a favor to ask? Actually Violet wanted me to ask you (shut up, Violet, you did too!)--could you please--could you maybe just keep it down a little?
"No, no, I know you're in the park. It's just, we're right across the street from the park? So it's like, of course we can hear you. You sound great, by the way!
"Yeah, she's almost finished with it. She's hoping for a best-seller. But it's kind of hard to write when--oh, gosh, thank you, Aunt Wendalyn. I told her you'd be cool with it, but you know how she frets. (What?--It's the truth, Violet. And stop listening!)
"Hmm?--No, not at all. Really! I wasn't complimenting you just to be nice, Aunt Wendalyn. I mean it--you sound like you've improved sooooo much. You're just, like, bashing the heck out of those things now!
"Aw, you too! Thanks again. Say hi to Grandma for me! Violet and Vivienne send their love too, okay?
"I will. And listen--call me anytime you want to jam! We could always just go to some other park."
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Everyone's getting older: Velma's three days away from becoming an adult, finally; Wilona and Jake are elders (that's Wilona on the lower right, having finally ditched her Swiss milkmaid hairdo); and even the Partydrinos are slowing down.
Wendalyn threw a swimsuit party, all but daring the attendees to mention the lack of a swimming pool at her house, but it wasn't the same. I mean, she tried, microwaving a platter of hotdogs for everyone and breaking out the bass to perform in the living room, but she was upstaged by some rando upstairs on a portable keyboard. Enya was nowhere to be found, but you better believe every elder in Aurora Skies was there.
Velma didn't stay long, especially because back at home,
--nothing had happened yet. They were just chatting, but all the same... all the same, I thought an ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure.
Better safe than sorry.
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The next morning, after a delicious breakfast of--what else?--French toast, Aunt Wendalyn and I went to her room and divvied up the family members--most of whom were, thankfully, still asleep.
"But I'm not including all that nonsense with the cinnamon," my aunt said firmly. "Honestly! Mom can be so... so extra at times."
"That was wild," I said. "But she does make excellent French toast."
"Oh, so what!" said my aunt. "Sorry. I'm a little grouchy today."
"You don't walk that path alone," I said. I yawned. "And I'm so tired."
"Well, I think," my aunt said musingly, "...I think it might be best if I handle Violet. Okay? I can project an Aura of Soothing while I do it."
"Ooh, good idea. I can talk to Vivienne," I said. "That's no problem. And I guess I had better explain it to Devon...?"
My aunt caught the hint of a question. "Is there some reason you don't want to?" she said. "I thought he was--"
"Yeah, no," I cut her off. "He gave flowers to Vivienne during the gift-giving yesterday, so."
"Mmm," said my aunt. But that was all she said, so, reluctantly, I added "Devon" to my list of people to talk to.
"Would it be weird if I took on your mother and father, Velma?"
"Not at all," I said. "You'd be doing me a favor. Besides, I think they want to stick close to Violet for awhile. Understandably."
My aunt put their names on her list.
"I think that only leaves Ian."
"And Cale," my aunt said. "But--nah, I think we can leave him to my mother. She's probably told him already. If not--well, why should he miss out on such an exciting demonstration as we got?"
I snickered.
"Okay. If we skip Cale, then we each have three," I said. "Perfect. I have Vivienne, Devon, and Ian; and you have Violet and my parents. But I agree with you, Auntie: I'm leaving out all the shit about the cinnamon."
"And the sugar," laughed my aunt. "Well, let's do this."
"Drinks after?" I asked hopefully.
"Absolutely." My aunt grimaced. "Depending how they react, maybe during."
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"Now," my grandmother said, as she set two Mason jars on the counter in front of us, "I am not a scientist. I may get parts of this wrong. We'll just hope it isn't the important parts. But I don't think it will be, because--well, but I said that the last time, didn't I?"
Nothing could tempt me to answer that.
Wendalyn said, "I'm sure you've been extra specially careful this time, Mom," and if she sounded a little mechanical saying it, well, I think that was understandable.
"I have," my grandmother said happily. "And while I am not a scientist, I am a cook and a baker. The problem was explained to me in those terms and in those terms, I think, I can explain it to each of you."
My grandmother deftly scooped sugar into both the jars, filling them each about two-thirds full. Then, she added cinnamon in a layer on top of the sugar. She left about an inch at the top of each jar before placing the lids on them.
She handed me one of the jars.
"Will you please shake that up for me, Velma? I'd like it well-mixed, so it may take you a minute or two."
I started shaking the jar. It was, in fact, going to take me at least a minute to get the mixture blended well. I could see that right away. When it looked right to me (and my arm was getting tired), finally, I set it down on the counter, looking a question at my grandmother.
She sighed.
"Well, we aren't actually going to bake with it right now, so I guess that's close enough. What would you call this substance now, Velma? Is it cinnamon? Or is it sugar?"
Oh, for fuck's sake.
"It's both," I said.
My grandmother held up the other jar of cinnamon and sugar, the one that hadn't been mixed yet, and turned to my Aunt Wendalyn.
"What would you call this substance, Wendalyn? Cinnamon or sugar?"
If the look on my aunt's face didn't read, "oh, for fuck's sake," then I'm a fairy myself. But, dutifully, she said, "It's both."
My grandmother frowned.
"Velma says hers is both, and you say yours is both, but they don't look the same to me at all."
"Mom."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. "Now you know," I said to my aunt, "what it was like for us when my mom became a teacher."
My grandmother giggled.
"I'm not going to say what I think of that decision. But all right! It's been a long day. I'll get to the point."
She picked up my jar.
"Imagine this is a chunk of time. Don't laugh! I am doing my best as a non-scientist.
"So. The cinnamon molecules and the sugar molecules are all traveling together in time, and no one cinnamon molecule is ever very far from any one sugar molecule, or vice versa.
"They aren't the same substance, but they form one cohesive mixture; so in a sense, the time sense, they may as well be. If we poured some of this out into a dish, both the cinnamon and the sugar would appear to reach the dish at about the same time. They would travel together.
"Now imagine I had a magnet that attracted only cinnamon, and another that attracted only sugar--"
"Mommmmm!"
"Don't whine, Wendalyn, it makes me lose my train of thought. I don't think you want that?--No, I didn't think so.
"Now imagine I have these silly magnets, and that by putting one at each end of the jar, I can make Velma's mixed-up jar look just like your jar, Wendalyn. Where the cinnamon and the sugar are in the same jar, but still separate. If I poured some of this re-separated cinnamon and sugar into a dish, then, for the most part, the cinnamon would reach the dish before the sugar."
"And why would you want to do that?" said my aunt tiredly. "Why are they in the damn jars to--no. You know what, never mind. Go on."
But something felt like it was about to click for me.
"Grandma," I said, "are you saying that--okay. Is the cinnamon supposed to represent wherever we are now? Aurora Skies? And the sugar is supposed to be Elmira City?"
My grandmother raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Go on, Velma."
But I couldn't go on. That was as far as I had got. I frowned, trying to coax a little more out of my poor tired brain.
"So... you said that in the mixed jar... in the mixed jar, the cinnamon and the sugar were traveling together--oh! Oh, shit."
"What's 'oh, shit', Velma?" asked my aunt worriedly.
"'Oh, shit' is a perfectly natural (if somewhat vulgar) response," my grandmother said, "to the sudden realization that you have become separated from your home not only by place, but by time."
"Oh," said my aunt. "Oh, dear."
My grandmother was still smiling.
"I haven't told you the good news. The good news is that--if you'll pardon the pun--things should all shake out on their own in a week or two. Naturally! I've only caused a temporary, and really relatively teensy-tiny, misalignment of things."
My aunt and I were silent.
"Get it?" my grandmother said brightly. "Shake?"
She picked up Wendalyn's jar and began shaking it up, giggling.
My aunt turned to me.
"I hope you like French toast, Velma," she said. "From the looks of this? We're going to be having it kind of a lot."
"It's good in cookies, too," called my grandmother after us, as we trudged dejectedly out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
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Violet: Wait, is she back on her "Queen of the Fae" bullshit?
Wendalyn: Always has been.
Violet: Oh, no.
Wendalyn: So you see why I drink.
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(No one could ever hope to fill the mighty shoes of Theodore William Lange III, of course; but I feel like if any of my Sims were inclined to try, that Sim would be Wendalyn.
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Well. Well, then.
He could do that, of course. We weren't exclusive or anything even close to it. I would have thought that he could respect that Vivienne is married? But maybe he didn't know that.
I certainly wasn't going to tell him! That might imply that I cared. Of course I didn't. We hadn't even Woohooed. There was clearly no "there" there, at all.
It's like they say, right? Dick is abundant and low value.
Nope. If Devon wanted to pursue my sister romantically, that was his business. I wouldn't make it my job to help him do it ethically. Besides, Vivienne could handle her own affairs, no pun intended.
I went upstairs to freshen up, and when I came out, I found Aunt Wendalyn making drinks at the bar.
"May I have one of those?"
"Of course," she said, handing me a glass. Then she took one from the tray herself and raised it. "Happy Snowflake Day, Velma!"
"Happy Snowflake Day," I said, trying like hell to mean it.
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