Scooter 6.6 - As If it's Your Last

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Scooter legacy in your area. Er--ah--welcome back. I just really wanna finish this generation, you guys, but before we get there, we have to get...our heir.

That was a Bad rhyme. Anyway, let's go.

 

--Cargo barge noises; seagulls squawking--

Dami, aside: (coughing) Damn. When did it get this bad!

Hari: I don't know, but we're gonna stop it, right? We have to. We're so close.

Dami: Hari, of course we will. We've been successful so far. We can't stop now.

Hari: Okay...okay, good. (sigh)

Dami: Is something the matter, Hari?

Hari: It's just...I feel like all the dire straits I and so many other people here is about to vindicated. And it's about to feel so good.

Dami: Okay, Hari. I get it. So let's get to work, then?

Hari, aside: Yeah, let's do it.

We've arrived at the final house these two are going to live in, and coincidentally the only one I've built (it was very fun to build). Welcome to Port Promise, aka the heart of all of Hari's problems, and the rest of this town's as well. Let's get this greenery show on the road.

Dami is easily irritable because this baby needs to come out YESTERDAY.

Dami: Someone better come check on me in 3 hours just in case I tear this child out of me myself like a wild goddamn animal.

Hari: (coughing) Are you sure it's a good idea to be standing outside while you're pregnant like this?

Dami: I'm not gonna be the one to paint splatter all over the floors of our beautiful new home, Hari.

You know what? I'm so tired of travelling to Grims Quarry to do any kind of fabrication work. Hari now has a miniature maker space in their "converted garage".

Hari: Finally! This is gonna be so much easier!

Hari: ...spoke too soon, Hari, you head full of pudding.

Yuck, look at this toxic sludge. I think whatever operates in Port Promise might be an ore processing company, which explains Grims Quarry and all the waste these refineries belch out into the water. Makes sense for a small town abutting an area full of mineral deposits.

This place stresses Hari right the fuck out.

Hari: I need these green initiatives to kick in yesterday, my guy. I'm not trying to die of lung cancer despite never having smoked once in my life.

Dami came right home, had a baby, pissed themselves, and passed out within the span of a couple of hours. They are not having a good day.

Hari, from outside: Babe? Babe? There's a baby here. Babe?

"A baby?" you say? Yes, a baby! Meet Laila Damiane Scooter. Don't be fooled by Hari's displeased grimace, he's very excited, really.

Hari put together a little cardboard playhouse for her, which, hey, she's not picky at all. She's like, 2 seconds old.

Laila: (excited babbling)

I swear, Dami went to sleep for 24 hours after Laila was born. Hari took it upon himself to educate his new daughter in the ways of the climate activist.

Hari: Coal...

Laila: Coh?

Hari: Coal bad.

Laila: Coh bah!

Hari: You're doing excellent, Laila.

A quick spare check-in with Luca and Jamie, as Sully and Ori have died. Rest in peace, Sullivan Storm Scooter and Ori Marisa Delgado. We had a great run, with a home full of love.

Luca/Jamie: (sobbing in mourning)

Ori: Damn why are we all crying? What's the occasion, kings and queens?

Landon Scooter's ghost: Read the room, man.

Dami's really down about their parents. They can't stop crying even when they're cooking.

Dami: At least (sniff) I don't need to salt my food. (inhale) My tears are doing it JUST FINE

Voting is back on! Hari headed to the mailbox to dump all his influence points into Green Initiatives.

Hari: (exhale) Man, I was really starting to struggle to come up with fake names to put in that hoe. "Autumn Salad"? That's not even a person.

Living in Port Promise really keeps one covered in a fine layer of smog residue at all times, doesn't it?

Laila: Spash!!!

Hari: Aw, Laila! Come on, we can't waste the reserved water! No splash.

Laila: No spwash? :(

Hari: No splash. Sorry.

These two are a really weird couple, if I'm being honest. But I still enjoy them. I don't feel like they're as incongruous as Sully and Ori, but they're still kinda from totally different walks of life. But at least they're on the same page.

Anyway have a smooch from me.

I've found a side perk of the influence system: grifting! Yay!

Dami: Please vote for Green Initiatives this month and I will personally make you a fun candle!

Random townsperson: A fun candle? Well fuck me, I can't say no to that.

Goodnight, Rotan-Scooter family. I hope those damn initiatives kick in soon so you can actually bring your kid outside for once in her life. She's turning into a fallout bunker creature, I know it.

Judging by Dami's face, I'm gonna guess they were the wrong choice to try and teach Laila how to dance.

Dami: If I end up giving my daughter two left feet, it is not going to be my fault.

Hari has had it up to here with this fucking piece of crap fabricator machine (same).

Hari: Take that! And that! And that! (blub blub blub glug glug)

Laila has mostly Hari's features, but she mean mugs with the best of them--them being Dami. I'm pretty sure Dami came out of the womb scowling too.

Briana came to visit one time in the summer. Laila was so excited to meet her auntie.

Laila: Up?

Bree: Awwww...you're so stinky. No. No thank you.

Laila: What the fuck bitch.

Dami's job sent them across the country to San Myshuno, to present a panel on the effects of industry in small towns. Hopefully to try and secure some funding for some projects the board wants to enact.

Aka I am farming influence points 'cause apparently you can do that here.

Here we see Dami proseletyising (or trying their best) to sway the minds of some curious listeners who are either on the fence, or don't think industrialisation is even that bad.

Dami: ...too long we've known the effects of overproducing industry: products to use and sell, the things that come with that. What we conveniently shut out for the sake of our own sanity is the reality of its after-effects. I would list them, but there are too many to even fathom, encompassing land, food, humanity, and everything that these are attached to. Let me drawn your attention to a case that might be unfamiliar to you, as a westerner, but you will come to realise it isn't all that far from home: the Citarum River in Indonesia...

{A/N: Brought to you by a real documentary I've watched that haunts me to this day.}

And since we're in San Myshuno, why don't we pay a visit to cousin Anna?

Anna: You've got a real way with words, Damián. I hope at least some people were taking note today. I know I did.

Dami: (sigh) Me too. That took a lot, honestly. I haven't ever done that before.

Anna: You're a natural at it. I'm sure you'll get way better at it with time. (smiles sadly) It made me think about fashion and how much of a machine it is. I'm a little torn inside, actually. But anyway--let's drink! To your accomplishments.

Dami: Holy god, yes. Don't mind if I do.

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That's it for now, girlbosses and girlbossettes. Next time I see you we will be driving headlong into the Baby Half of the generation with...gusto? No not really. But anyway, see you there. Byeeee!