ΜØŦĦ€Ř Đ€ΔŘ is a sims story in which the motherplant isn’t a captive in crater lab, but a crime boss residing in her own fortified lair. To achieve this end, I transplanted the Strangerville mystery ...
As the spiritual guide in an extremely isolated community, Lucy turns out an unapologetic cultural magpie. With no one around who could have called her out on it, she fully plunges into her preferred imagery that is cobbled together from several ethnicities and religious traditions.
Lucy radiates a jolliness that all of Jericho combined cannot match and a gleeful pride in her abilities without so much as an ounce of malice. There is, however, an undeniable glint of mischief in her eyes.
Lucy: “The Force connects all living beings. Meet one, and you will have met everyone this person ever met. I can sense the ripples created by any such encounter and how they will shape the future. But people mingle all the time, and even as we speak, bonds are getting forged… and broken up. Therefore always in motion the future is.”
Gavin: “So how does this work, exactly? Godmother told me the Force was generated by micro-organisms in all living cells. Do you need a blood sample?”
Lucy (ignoring Gavin): “You’re looking for someone! And it’s important that you don’t give up but find them, even though not long afterwards your paths will divert again. That’s all I can see clearly, everything else is in flux… volatile… permeable…”
Lucy: “Change… For two of you nothing will change. One will start to heal. For one, their greatest wish and their greatest fear will come true. And one will die.”
Nita: “Guys, she listed FIVE fangs, so that last one obviously refers to Aresix. It drowned, so that part is checked off already, nothing to worry about.”
The part of their greatest fear, however… Each Fang silently considers what they have to win and to lose here, should this piece mean them personally. Nita is not overflowing with nurturing energy, but the death of her son would be the worst for her. Shir doesn’t even have to go that deep, his little boy merely getting taken away, even if he’d live and be happy, would be unbearable. Or Susan. Shir shudders, being unable to tell whether his child or partner are dearer to him.
The Four Fangs haven’t realized how hungry they were until Lucy starts whipping up a meal for them. Her celebrating every little cooking action like a magic ritual helps taking the thoughts off their empty stomachs a little.
Eventually there is a whole wrapped mudcarp garnished with island fruit for everyone. The pirates dig in heartily!
Nita: “No, she said Woohoo. I listen to the smallest irregularities of engines, I don’t mishear. You were thinking of Susan just now, Shir! It was basically WRITTEN into your face! Your greatest fear is losing her, yet you are actively taking actions that might lead to exactly that?”
After stressing how important their search for Hank is, Lucy sends the Fangs away, after all. Jericho will not play a part in this chapter of the chronicle, she claims, but listening closely, her words sound as if she were expressing a faint hope instead of a firm decision.
The clothing the hippie community provides the questers with could have been far worse. But even so, they cannot wait to finally be in a place again where they had access to their bank accounts.
The trio starts their trek through the jungle light footed and comparatively relaxed. Between them they are confident to have all the skills needed to make their journey a breeze covered: All three are decent fighters, Nita is also versed in handiness, Gavin has a surprisingly deductive mind and Shir has some gardening expertise.
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