A poor night’s sleep and two cups of cheap, Sim-Mart canned coffee later, Miera made her way back to the Chalet to hang out around the chessboard patio and challenge passers-by.
She later made her way to the famous garden only to find that Lady Shallot really was still tending it!
The Lady seemed as surprised as Miera was to see someone else there, and generously gave her permission to harvest a few of the fruits and veggies that Miera did not yet have.
When Caleb came to pick her up, he was very apologetic. But Miera forgave him quickly and managed to turn it into an inside joke between the two of them.
They went to see The Murder of 1313 21 Chic Street, a surprisingly terrifying performance.
“…I mean, who would have thought it was all a true story!? I feel sorry for the poor saps that live in that apartment now!” Miera threw her hands up into the air. Shaking her head as they reached her front door, she turned to Caleb. “So… would you like to come inside for coffee?”
Caleb sighed. “I like you Miera, but… we… I shouldn’t stay long.”
“Why not?” Already she could feel the loneliness creeping back in.
“I think it’s best if we just stay friends. If I hang out too long, things will just get awkward, I’m sorry.”
“Oh.” Yep, there it was, the crushing loneliness was back.
He left almost immediately, and Miera ended up crying it out under her covers in her new bed. Things had been going so well!
SIGH.
Fine, but you’re paying for everything. -__-
And a reference painting she made while at the Chalet. Adds a touch of color to the drabness. =)
Total So Far: $5,345
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– Level 7 in the Painting skill? (kaching!)
(As always, more room!) ◔̯◔
And $5,000 Simoleons in Savings.
Unfortunately, fun doesn’t last forever, and Miera was soon back to her daily grind.
“Local legend holds that Lady Mimsy Shallot still tends her prize garden, noted for its luscious lemons.”
Once she recovered from her Dance Party head injuries, Miera took a look around the Chalet grounds. It was beautiful, and huge. She even found a hidden picnic spot up the hill behind the maze.
But when she finally entered the maze she got lost in it quickly, and had to jump every so often to see if she was going in the right direction.
She’s finally having some fun! This is great, no dim grimy warehouses, no more stealing cafe food; Miera is finally feeling like she is in control of her life!
But not so much with her dance moves…
“Ack, sorry!”
“OW MY BRAIN!”
Sure Mutton-Chops, she’s feeling pretty low right now. Maybe the Chalet will be fun!
Sorry buddy, she’s still grumpy at you.
Stupid Caleb. Who does he think he is, playing tricks like that. Vampires aren’t real… And I have more important things to worry about.
Sims County 