A Slice of (Un)Life

Sixten: "Huh? The computer switched itself on? Must be the ghost again. - Hey, that's neat! I can see what you're typing! We can communicate that way!"

Gavin (typing): "Like this?"

Sixten: "Yes! I hope for your sake that those simoleons you just gifted away weren't ours."

Gavin (typing): "A little generositiy hasn't killed anybody."

Sixten: "So what did kill you?"

Gavin (typing): "I was too hot for this world."

His off-hand joke made Gavin painfully aware of his absent fiance. Yes, he had vowed not to look Daniel into the eyes again before he had his body back and become "someone", but then again, it hadn't been a real vow in the first place. More like... a suggestion. 

There is a cooldown on donating, so Gavin will have to fill the time between the five attempts he needs with something else (preferably more soul journey goals). I picked the woohoo-category of the journey goals and got "Under a Waterfall". 

If he could type, Gavin thought, then he could also caress his boyfriend and whisper into his ear. He wanted to hold Daniel so badly, tell him that he had things under control, that everything would be alright! 

Just like the times before, when a whim had struck the ghost, he had gotten whisked away to the place where it could get fulfilled. When Gavin felt the familiar tug, he fully expected to re-emerge on the balcony of Culpepper 19.

Instead, he found himself next to a waterfall in Sulani. How was Daniel to follow him to Sulani! The Chen household didn't have that kind of money.

Gavin seduced a very confused conservationist, who had come here to study the frog population but found something entirely different.

(I made sure not to give them romance bar, strictly "woohoo partnership". Did i mention that Daniel has both the Loyal and Jealous trait? This could backfire on Gavin so badly, lol.)

Sixten: "Look, who's back! Our do-gooder house-spirit, and it's making a family serving of pasta, haha!"

Gavin: "It's something Daniel would have done. You wouldn't undersrstand, not even if you could hear me."

Sixten: "But I can! Hear you, I mean."

The language the boy used for his reply chilled Gavin to the bones. It somehow bridged the realms of the living and the dead, a thing that was neither here nor there, irritating to both the undead and the living. And all of a sudden Gavin knew how to speak like this, too. 

Gavin: "Alright, newsflash for you, then! I understand now that your father's banishment of me was aimed at evil spirits in general, not me personally. So I won't let any further yelling get under my skin. Like or not, you're stuck with me!"

By now Gavin could afford "Always Welcome", so no more kicking him out of the house.

Sixten: "Nah, man, I still say you have goodie two shoes written all over you. What are you? A valiant wildwest marshall who died heroically in the line of duty or something?"

Gavin: "You wouldn't recognize any place or name I told you. I'm ancient and my goals are unfathomable for your kind."

Sixten: "You speak english..."

Gavin: "So do you, what should tell you that's it's not a difficult thing to learn."

Sixten Anderson was convinced that the new house ghost was a bleeding heart doormat type of person. Meanwhile all the good deeds Gavin had performed so far had served two purposes: Trick the universe into giving him back his body and honoring his memory of Daniel. Alright, that last one was a bit silly, after all, it hadn't been Daniel, who had died, but Gavin. Still, doing things the way Daniel would do them felt... right. As if they were still together.

Daniel couldn't see Gavin now and the universe didn't seem impressed, either. Maybe more do-gooder stuff was in order?

Quite literally: Gavin's next soul journey goal is to do five good deeds with ghost powers. 

When night was falling again, Gavin knew what he wanted. Or rather, what he HAD to do, because that new path of his wasn't exactly one that he wanted to pursue:

GIVE BACK TO THE COMMUNITY
(Reach Charisma 3 and Donate 5 times)

Selfish Gavin didn't wish to become a community benefactor. He was simply worldwise enough to know that this was how stories went. You died, but didn't quite end up in hell, so you turned around and did some good deeds, bamm, back to life it was! It was worth a try, he thought.

Problem: Gavin still suffered from the +99 Uncomfortable from Overheating moodlet that killed him. He couldn't use the mirror or library books to raise his Charisma and to level that skill naturally, he needed to be in a Happy mood to unlock "Brighten Day" or "Heartfelt Compliment".

The only means left to get Charisma up was a party. A gold tier party.

His first wish, a life in all comforts, had whisked him away to London, so Gavin assumed that he could will himself back to Detroit to work on the second wish. It worked, sort of at least, because the ghost found himself not in a trendy party location, but in the house of Hank Anderson. 

Whatever the universe had been thinking, Gavin was confident that he could work with this new situation. Couldn't be too difficult to send out invitations to a Kava party in Hank's name and make it a roof-raiser, right? Hank was well-liked and he, Gavin, was competent! 

I play Gavin as invisible and silent. Sims will notice the air growing colder and a tiny gust when Gavin moves, but only those that can speak Death Dialect will be able to meaningfully communicate with him. Therefore nobody noticed the ghost in their midst, except for Hank's skilled in Thanatology son.

Sixten: "What's with the floating cup in the kitchen? It looked as if it toasted you?"

Hank: "If you'd seen double, you'd been in trouble now for sampling something you shouldn't have, junior. But seeing something that isn't there in the first place? I have to believe you."

By now Gavin's +99 Overheated moddlet had lessened to a more regular +1 that he can easily override. 

The moment he could think of something other than the temperature, Gavin asked a dark fairy to teach him wordplay and tricks. A fairy in black ninja robes! It was real weird what floated around the aether, now that Gavin was able to see beyond what mortal eyes were able to!

The party could have went better, but at least it ended at Silver tier and didn't destroy Hank's reputation. Sweaty and hungry, Gavin decided to linger in Hank's house after the event. The ick-factor of a low on hygiene ghost was something, especially for that ghost. A shower was called for!

Hank: "Alright, that's strange. I've seen dripping showers before, but this stream looks as if something is bathing under it. STOP THAT, creature of the nether! You're not welcome here!"

Hank also repeatedly shoo'd Gavin from the stove when he was trying to make himself a toast.

What was this man thinking who he was? People like the Tico family freely sheltered those down on their luck, they shared what little they had, but this man with his house and the five digit savings begrudged a homeless ghost a sandwich? Maybe, just maybe, there was something to this "give back to the community" thing, after all... If only because right now Gavin found himself at the receiving end of cold heartedness. 

Gavin's frustration manifested in the form of a crimson aura and flickering light, but that was already as far as it went, because all of a sudden he found himself tossed out and unable to return even with his ghost powers. One would think such things happened to vampires only!

An encounter with a ghostly merchant and a little grave robbing later, Gavin had amassed 455 simoleons - time to get to donating to complete his soul journey!