The Chikamori Selfacy (A Reboot)
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Chapter Nine - "Graduation Day" (Part Three)
The Next Day
Post-graduation involved some blues as not seeing their friends whom they’d graduated with any more or had left behind since those friends were a year or more younger than those who had their commencement ceremonies – of course in university...a more fancy term would be used once they graduated – it would be called a convocation. Six of one and half dozen of the other... University, the penultimate goal of every person who wants to be considered educated – a current year (1988) value of §15,180 to get a piece of paper to hang in a frame on the wall denoting that you are edumacated so “respect ma authoritah!!!”
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Anyhow, the next morning was pretty much the same as before; having to get up and go to work in the morning, for both Bebe and Fiona. Fiona’s place of work was at Doo Peas where she worked as an investigative reporter. It was a keep-you-on-your-toes kind of work which appealed to Fiona’s innate curiosity for details. She was constantly writing articles about politics and other things that appealed to the readers of the Sunset Valley Leader and Sunset Valley Times. It involved a lot of nosing around for things to write about and making sure that her articles didn’t cross the line into subjective slander staying within the bounds of legal critique of local politicians. At least it paid §126 an hour.
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Meanwhile, Franz was busy hustling the good hustle finding rocks, gems and metals to get for his favorite humans. He was up from dawn till dusk staking out good locations and digging. Of course he’d occasionally unearth bones and sometimes either objects such as maple leaves, empty chip bags, snake-skins and colourful feathers...which usually meant he’d have to dig three more places each find to make up for the latter four items. It usually ended up that he came home tired and hungry. But if it meant that his humans would be the richest darned sims in Sunset Valley, he’d do his part. Asides from a few good toys, a luxury doggie house, a fancier food bowl and a lot of gourmet pet food, the humans would reap the benefit of his labours.
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Haruo did his best to improve his martial arts; now a brown belt he set his goal at breaking boards with the ultimate goal to toughen up his hands by giving them microfractures which would heal and supposedly make his hand-bones tough as steel allowing him to go after spacerocks and smash them to pieces allowing him to harvest the gemstones that lay within. That would also add to their net-worth. He had now progressed from blue-belt to brown-belt and was now tackling oak-boards though he warmed up with a few foam boards to condition his hands to start smashing the harder boards.
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River painted some more paintings in order to make sure that she progressed in her fine-arts mastery. She was now at a level where she could start to take commissions for her work and though the requests were spotty at the moment, eventually it would get to the point where she was able to get regular work. Her paintings were astounding and Haruo was constantly impressed by her attention to detail and the subtle colour shifts in her paintings.
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Meals were a welcome break in the monotony of work to obtain simoleons and of course Haruo and River made time to talk with other members of the family which went a long away to easing the laborious nature of the work needing to be done. Yasunobu headed out to do the gardening...while coaching Torao on the finer details of raising plants from seedling to mature plants and how to increase their quality. It was a labour of love with regards to tending plants as the plants provided nourishing food for their table and any excess was sold off to the stores. For the tender of the land, it was backbreaking but satisfying work.
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Haruo headed off to fish as he’d chosen that sedate career to enjoy his time. He spent his time at either Pinochle Pond, or at one of the other various lakes or the seashore in order to pull out his fishing reel n’rod and look for the not so smart of the finny-tribe. “Uh...duh...what’s that little shiny thing in the water...hey look there’s a worm...attached to it...wonder how it ta-...” ...Darwin.
Yup...that’s a hook.
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And of course nights were cozy when they were exhausted enough to drop into bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms – no hanky-panky; at least not until they were married. Although it was sheer torture for the both of them, feeling their body warmth close by and it would have been so easy to give in to their desires for one another. But they knew that waiting was worth it and it would be so much more satisfying within the bonds of marriage...to give to each other what they had been holding off of for so long.
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Torao was also curled up with Bebe and the two of them were just as close as Haruo and River.
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It was one morning about two days later that Haruo was down fishing by the seashore in a little secluded area in direct view of the island that they were considering laying down money on to purchase outright as their final place where they would settle...off the coast of Sunset Valley in the middle of Boundary Bay. At first Haruo couldn’t tell but it appeared that there was someone who had happily tied their houseboat to the dock...and Haruo realized who it was that had parked her houseboat illegally at that dock. It was that woman; one of the Rackets, that noisome bunch from Twinbrook who had moved to Sunset Valley; one Marigold Racket to be certain who was planning to try to heist that island from any potential buyers by doing a right by possession by being present on the property with no abstainers from that right. Well...that wasn’t going to be the case for Marigold Racket on this property.
Haruo picked up his cell-phone – the good ol’ Dynatac 8000x brick...that you could use to concuss people you didn’t like as well as make calls, “Hey, hon?”
River picked up the landline, “What is it, sweetie?”
“That Marigold Racket just tied up her houseboat on the dock of the island that we were looking at buying.”
There was a dead silence on the other end of the line and Haruo could feel the vibrating anger that was emanating from the other end of the phone-line. “That double-dealing skank...” was River’s exclamation as she paced the room that she was in. “I knew the Rackets were trouble when they moved to Sunset Valley.”
“I take it we’re going to have to take the plunge and nail down that property.”
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“Oh you’re right we’re going to nail down that property. There’s no way that I’m letting that Twinbrook slime swipe that property out from under our noses.” River paused for a moment. “I’m gonna head down to city hall. Was the last balance on our bank account correct?”
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“Last I knew. I haven’t spent anything on it other than something to drink.”
“Good. Because I’m going to buy both the lot and the dock...then I’m going to take a water-taxi out to the island and personally hand-deliver that eviction notice to that skank and tell her with great pleasure to GET THE EFFING HELL OFF OUR ISLAND!” River exclaimed vociferously.
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“Take Hank...with you... I’ll give him a call letting him know that you need police presence, you don’t know what that woman is capable of.” Haruo warned River. “I mean it, River...you shouldn’t confront Marigold Racket on your own.”
“OK...honey, I’ll stop by the police station and pick up Hank and then serve Marigold with her walking papers. Are you sure we don’t have any access to det packs?” River asked.
“Haven’t gotten that far in inventing yet.” Haruo returned.
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River simpered, “Oh...that’s too bad...”
“Why?”
“Because if that effing witch wasn’t about to leave the island in peace. I was going to give her houseboat to her in pieces.” River’s tone was vehement. “Try to take our island, that’s going to make one enemy out of me. Marigold Racket better watch her back.”
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“Wow! And I thought I was the one who had the temper.”
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"Be quiet, Honey."
(End Part Three)
Chapter Nine - "Graduation Day" (Part Three)
The Next Day
Post-graduation involved some blues as not seeing their friends whom they’d graduated with any more or had left behind since those friends were a year or more younger than those who had their commencement ceremonies – of course in university...a more fancy term would be used once they graduated – it would be called a convocation. Six of one and half dozen of the other... University, the penultimate goal of every person who wants to be considered educated – a current year (1988) value of §15,180 to get a piece of paper to hang in a frame on the wall denoting that you are edumacated so “respect ma authoritah!!!”
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Anyhow, the next morning was pretty much the same as before; having to get up and go to work in the morning, for both Bebe and Fiona. Fiona’s place of work was at Doo Peas where she worked as an investigative reporter. It was a keep-you-on-your-toes kind of work which appealed to Fiona’s innate curiosity for details. She was constantly writing articles about politics and other things that appealed to the readers of the Sunset Valley Leader and Sunset Valley Times. It involved a lot of nosing around for things to write about and making sure that her articles didn’t cross the line into subjective slander staying within the bounds of legal critique of local politicians. At least it paid §126 an hour.
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Meanwhile, Franz was busy hustling the good hustle finding rocks, gems and metals to get for his favorite humans. He was up from dawn till dusk staking out good locations and digging. Of course he’d occasionally unearth bones and sometimes either objects such as maple leaves, empty chip bags, snake-skins and colourful feathers...which usually meant he’d have to dig three more places each find to make up for the latter four items. It usually ended up that he came home tired and hungry. But if it meant that his humans would be the richest darned sims in Sunset Valley, he’d do his part. Asides from a few good toys, a luxury doggie house, a fancier food bowl and a lot of gourmet pet food, the humans would reap the benefit of his labours.
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Haruo did his best to improve his martial arts; now a brown belt he set his goal at breaking boards with the ultimate goal to toughen up his hands by giving them microfractures which would heal and supposedly make his hand-bones tough as steel allowing him to go after spacerocks and smash them to pieces allowing him to harvest the gemstones that lay within. That would also add to their net-worth. He had now progressed from blue-belt to brown-belt and was now tackling oak-boards though he warmed up with a few foam boards to condition his hands to start smashing the harder boards.
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River painted some more paintings in order to make sure that she progressed in her fine-arts mastery. She was now at a level where she could start to take commissions for her work and though the requests were spotty at the moment, eventually it would get to the point where she was able to get regular work. Her paintings were astounding and Haruo was constantly impressed by her attention to detail and the subtle colour shifts in her paintings.
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Meals were a welcome break in the monotony of work to obtain simoleons and of course Haruo and River made time to talk with other members of the family which went a long away to easing the laborious nature of the work needing to be done. Yasunobu headed out to do the gardening...while coaching Torao on the finer details of raising plants from seedling to mature plants and how to increase their quality. It was a labour of love with regards to tending plants as the plants provided nourishing food for their table and any excess was sold off to the stores. For the tender of the land, it was backbreaking but satisfying work.
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Haruo headed off to fish as he’d chosen that sedate career to enjoy his time. He spent his time at either Pinochle Pond, or at one of the other various lakes or the seashore in order to pull out his fishing reel n’rod and look for the not so smart of the finny-tribe. “Uh...duh...what’s that little shiny thing in the water...hey look there’s a worm...attached to it...wonder how it ta-...” ...Darwin.
Yup...that’s a hook.
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And of course nights were cozy when they were exhausted enough to drop into bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms – no hanky-panky; at least not until they were married. Although it was sheer torture for the both of them, feeling their body warmth close by and it would have been so easy to give in to their desires for one another. But they knew that waiting was worth it and it would be so much more satisfying within the bonds of marriage...to give to each other what they had been holding off of for so long.
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Torao was also curled up with Bebe and the two of them were just as close as Haruo and River.
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It was one morning about two days later that Haruo was down fishing by the seashore in a little secluded area in direct view of the island that they were considering laying down money on to purchase outright as their final place where they would settle...off the coast of Sunset Valley in the middle of Boundary Bay. At first Haruo couldn’t tell but it appeared that there was someone who had happily tied their houseboat to the dock...and Haruo realized who it was that had parked her houseboat illegally at that dock. It was that woman; one of the Rackets, that noisome bunch from Twinbrook who had moved to Sunset Valley; one Marigold Racket to be certain who was planning to try to heist that island from any potential buyers by doing a right by possession by being present on the property with no abstainers from that right. Well...that wasn’t going to be the case for Marigold Racket on this property.
Haruo picked up his cell-phone – the good ol’ Dynatac 8000x brick...that you could use to concuss people you didn’t like as well as make calls, “Hey, hon?”
River picked up the landline, “What is it, sweetie?”
“That Marigold Racket just tied up her houseboat on the dock of the island that we were looking at buying.”
There was a dead silence on the other end of the line and Haruo could feel the vibrating anger that was emanating from the other end of the phone-line. “That double-dealing skank...” was River’s exclamation as she paced the room that she was in. “I knew the Rackets were trouble when they moved to Sunset Valley.”
“I take it we’re going to have to take the plunge and nail down that property.”
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“Oh you’re right we’re going to nail down that property. There’s no way that I’m letting that Twinbrook slime swipe that property out from under our noses.” River paused for a moment. “I’m gonna head down to city hall. Was the last balance on our bank account correct?”
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“Last I knew. I haven’t spent anything on it other than something to drink.”
“Good. Because I’m going to buy both the lot and the dock...then I’m going to take a water-taxi out to the island and personally hand-deliver that eviction notice to that skank and tell her with great pleasure to GET THE EFFING HELL OFF OUR ISLAND!” River exclaimed vociferously.
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“Take Hank...with you... I’ll give him a call letting him know that you need police presence, you don’t know what that woman is capable of.” Haruo warned River. “I mean it, River...you shouldn’t confront Marigold Racket on your own.”
“OK...honey, I’ll stop by the police station and pick up Hank and then serve Marigold with her walking papers. Are you sure we don’t have any access to det packs?” River asked.
“Haven’t gotten that far in inventing yet.” Haruo returned.
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River simpered, “Oh...that’s too bad...”
“Why?”
“Because if that effing witch wasn’t about to leave the island in peace. I was going to give her houseboat to her in pieces.” River’s tone was vehement. “Try to take our island, that’s going to make one enemy out of me. Marigold Racket better watch her back.”
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“Wow! And I thought I was the one who had the temper.”
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"Be quiet, Honey."
(End Part Three)
