Scooter 6.4 - Terra Incognito / Anna's Interlude

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Hello sexy babies. Welcome back to the Scooters. That last update was a bit hashtag sad, so...let's lighten things up a little bit today, shall we?

 

Spare check-in! After getting the details for her story, Briana thought it was alright to hang out with Destiny a little more outside her working on her novel about her father, the Hero of Strangerville. Because, you know. That's nice.

...well, one thing of course led to another and blah blah blah, Bree is not my heir, so she can just go right for it. Thankfully, Destiny was into it, and reciprocated.

Luca has long days at work, but always has time for little Emery when he gets back home.

Luca: (smooch) Goodnight, lil Em. Dad loves you.

Yeah you're probably the only one.

Luca: Who said that?!

Nobody...nobody at all.

Luca: Meemee? Why is it you dislike Jamie so much? She's the hashtag loml and it makes me sad you think so lowly of her.

Ori: Well, Luca, I didn't want to tell you this so bluntly, but she gave you an ugly-ass son.

Luca: What?! Who says that!

Ori: I do.

Me too.

Luca: Who said that?

Ori: Nobody. Nobody at all.

Well, here in Real Canada it takes a good number of years to receive your Canadian citizenship and Dami's really just been in Canada for about a year but...y'know what let's just say they got it. This is Fake Canada.

Dami: Dark Canadian government give me that X-gender designation on my ID's I beg.

Ori, on the phone: ...congratulations, hijito! I'm so proud of you!

Dami: Thank you, meemee. Do you think...we can find...y'know, non-masculine words for me? I don't think that's me anymore.

Ori: ...

Dami: ...meemee?

Ori: (sniff) Oh, baby. My baby. Of course, Damián. I love you so much. Anything, mi pobrecite.

Dami: (smilingly) Graciás, meemee. NOW that that's aside, let me tell you about SOME shit...

{A/N: This is me committing Damián to they/them pronouns, like I've been feeling for a while. "But it's just a Sim" so it shouldn't make a big impact on your day then, should it, Kevin?}

Something Evergreen Harbour has going for it are its interesting characters. Like this fucking scab that won't stop calling me about her pyramid scheme, and this guy that wears a bag over their head and doesn't speak. Fun, quirky people! Anyway I hate all of them.

There was some spare cash in the bank for Dami to get a little bit of an upgrade for the house! It's just a few things, but it's enough to make it feel more lived-in.

Also I gave Dami a slight makeover. Just chopped their hair and gave them a more comfortable sweater that's all. I think Eco Lifestyle came with some great hairs and some cute clothing. Why not for Dami too?

And just like that, it was already Halloween! Of course it's Dami's favourite holiday.

Dami: Hey sexy demons. My back door is open if you know what I mean. And I do mean this fuckin wagon, Baphomet.

Happy Halloween. Children looking to trick or treat DO NOT INTERACT. It must be repeated that today is for hot demons and hot demons ONLY.

But of course, the neighbourhood kids tried it anyway. Dami had some choice words for them.

Dami: BOO BUY JOURNEY TO BATUU OR EA WILL SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT

Trick-or-treater: Noooooooooooooo!!!
 

All dressed up and nowhere to go, are you, bud?

Dami: (sniffing) No sexy hot demons that want to fuck. Just bad ugly inner demons that want to take all my serotonin.

Some months later, winter had taken its hold. Damián passed on Christmas (not their thing, really) and it was the coldest experience of their life. The cold snap came and seemingly refused to go. Evergreen Harbour was frigid.

The freezing cold of Dami's first Canadian winter wasn't the only surprise December had in store for them, however.

Dami: (snoring)

Dami: (yawning, stretching)

...

Dami: Huh...?

Hari: Mmmm, good morning, sexy...

Dami: What the f--Hari?! HARI?! HARI WAKE UP YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE. YOU HAVE SO MUCH EXPLAINING TO DO!!

Hari: Ai-yah, bossman! No need to yell! You just woke up, why so stress lah?

Dami: WHY SO STRESSED?! ME! You disappeared for MORE THAN HALF A YEAR!! You left me! With no way! To fucking contact you! And now you just show up  in my BED out of fucking NOWHERE? Did you break in? I have so many questions!!

Hari: Dami, I promise I will explain everything to you, but let me make one thing clear: I missed you. Please don't be mad.

Dami: Oh, it's gonna take more than THAT for me to not be pissed at you.

Hari: How about...a kiss?

Dami: (grumble) One. One! THEN I'm gonna kick your fucking ass, Matahari.
 

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True to his word to his mother and father (although extremely reluctantly), Hari had returned to Malaysia that past summer for Hari Raya (Eid al-Fitr in other words), flown out by his parents. Then it turned into a few days, and then some birthdays rolled around, and he stayed around for those as well.

And then a travel ban was imposed on the country for a few months while [UNNAMED DISEASE] became epidemic in Terengganu, where his family lives. It took Hari forever to come back to Canada, and even then, he had to be quarantined for two weeks to be safe.

Too bad Dami didn't hear about any of this, because Hari lost his phone in the Halifax airport the night before he left. Like a dingus. And that's on 7 months' worth of AGONY on Dami's behalf, BABYYYYY.

Trip to the maker space! I got Dami to take up candlemaking as a little hobby to make money but I must've forgotten it at some point because I definitely did not have that many candles to sell in the end lmfao.

Random townspeople: ...

Hari: Don't say anything. I know exactly what it looks like.

Random person A: Are you sure? Because it kinda looks like--

Hari: --like I got mass-nutted on by Skittles, shut up, I know.

Because Dami was able to affect so much change earlier in turning this lot into a maker space, let's see if they can't swing it around to becoming a community gardem. Because we already have one in Grims Quarry and everyone just goes to that one anyway.

Speaking of a community garden, Hari took his garden inside in these fancy new ~vertical~ planters! Since it's too frosty outside. He's growing strawberries.

Hari: Oh baby. I can't wait to not make anything out of you because I can't cook worth crap.

Dami got this fancy looking tablet for work.

Dami: "Urban planning," they said. "I should download Simcity," I interpreted.

For a city that is cloaked in smog, you sure are keen to eat the snow, babe.

Dami, choking: I--forgot--! HRKHRKREJFD

--Gentle winter wind billowing--

Dami, aside: Hari?

Hari, aside: Yes, boss?

Dami: (sharp inhale) Can we talk about what we are?

Hari: Okay, let's talk. What do you think we are?

Dami: Jeez, way to put the spotlight on me. Well...we've lived with each other for almost a year, minus the time you got marooned in Malaysia. And I'm definitely not seeing or fucking anyone else.

Hari: Don't know about that. We get fucked by The Man everyday.

Dami: You know what I mean.

Hari: (chuckles) I do. And there's nobody else I'd get railed raw by big corpo with than you.

Dami: ...this is a weird metaphor. Are you my boyfriend?

Hari: (laughs loudly) Yes, Dami. I'm yours.

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Welcome. You've reached the section of the chapter I've called "Anna's Interlude". Because for some reason, I decided to follow her for a bit. Well, why not? Spare-check in time.

If you recall, Dami et al had a cousin, a bit older than Luca, named Anna. She's Malakai's daughter. This is what happened to her in the years following her parents' deaths.

We begin, of course, with Malakai and Poppy's deaths. Rest in peace, Malakai Beach Scooter and Poppy Richards-Scooter.

Kai and Poppy had accrued a vast amount of money already (a lot of that was inherited from Toro and Landon), but Anna saw that she had even more once she sold the beach shack in Sulani. All for the best; she wanted to leave for somewhere else anyway.

Anna: I know they left me more money than I'd ever know what to do with, but nothing's gonna make this hurt less.

Thus, Anna packed her bags and inadvertently did the same thing as her little cousin Dami: she moved to chilly, chilly Canada, to the urban giant that is San Myshuno.

Anna: This is the plot of Sex and the City, isn't it? Jeez. Happy 35th, Anna.

Anna: UGH! I'm so sad! Why can't I stop being sad?!

Your parents just died, Anna! Maybe you need to get out there and see the sights, meet new people....

Anna: Get into opiates?

...maybe. We'll put that on the to-do list.

She had moved to the ~prestigious~ uptown district of San Myshuno, higher above in their skyscraper apartments than everyone else. As such, she had easy access to the fanciest gym in all the land. Hell, it's more spa than gym, really. Probably why it was so appealing.

Anna, he's cute. You should talk to him.

Anna: Mmmmmmm but I am a...puththy.

You can do it! Come on, nobody's getting any younger here!

And so, Anna hit the guy up after his yoga class. His name was Ulises Lobo.

Anna: Hey man. You doing anything after today?

Ulises Lobo: Nope! I am literally an NPC waiting to die and fade into obscurity. How about you?

Anna: Huh. Same! Wanna come over?

Ulises: Yeah, sure.

Here's Ulises. He's not bad at all. As far as 4th-generation descendants of EA premades go, you could do way worse honestly! He's shaped a bit like a shoe but whatever man.

And thus ends Miss Anna's interlude, a wee splash of what's going on with the only Scooter cousin of age right now. Hope your life is good from here on out, Anna. Because I will literally never check on you again.

 

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Well, that's it for this one. See you next time, my pals!