Hey! Welcome to the Marmite alphabetacy. You either love it or you hate it... or are completely indifferent... This chapter is entitled aspirationaloffspring. (yes, I’m aware that aspirational isn’t reallya word but it sounds like it should be) It is so named because all the generation G kids have pretty firm ideas about how their lives will be. However, they aren’t necessarily what their parents would want and extenuating circumstances may throw things around...
Farnsworth was getting quite into motherhood. Not in the sense of actually feeding and spending time with her kids, in the sense of using her robotics to develop toys to engage and delight them... Or trying to at least. “YOU WILL BOW BEFORE ME PUNY HUMAN! BOW BEFORE THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE ZARG, MASTER OF-” “Mummy! Wanna go toilet NOW!” “Aaah! One second Galinda, Mummy’s having some trouble with her new prototypes!” “KILL ALL HUMANS. KILL ALL HUMANS...”
But Daphne had things under control and was dearly loved by her grandchildren. “Yes Elendil dear, we get it” she said distractedly as she prepared her ingredients. “You had a tragic early death, it’s very sad. Could you please let me get to the fridge?” She retrieved her eggs as the imprint of her husband stepped to the side. He proceeded to re-enact his death whilst she whisked, whistling merrily to herself. Elendil quickly lost interest in his theatrics and hovered behind her, gazing longingly at the food.
“When you die will you haunt us so we can still have our supersecretdon’ttellyourparentsorelsecakeparties Grandma?” Daphne smiled. At least he was able to accept death as a part of life. “Of course honey. Though it might be a little difficult what with me being a ghost and all.” “Nah.” Godric said, shovelling cake into his mouse with the speed of a disgruntled ostrich. “I’m not gonna let being dead slow me down. Nothing’s ever gonna stop me!”
“So I suppose you’re looking forward to growing up in a couple of days then?” “’Course!” he replied casually. “those girls aren’t gonna know what’s hit ‘em. I’ll be an instant babe magnet.” Gok muttered something that sounded more than slightly like “notinthosepyjamasyouwon’t” Daphne smiled as Gok sat down opposite her but Godric seemed not to have heard his brother. “Total babe magnet” he repeated. He then let out a loud and deeply satisfying belch. -BURP-
Like Godric, Galinda would grow up in just a few days’ time. “We’re going to give you such a lovely party!” Archie cooed. “With cake and balloons and presents and-” “Ice scwulptuz!” giggled Galinda. “Er...” “Firewuks!” Her smile was playful but her eyes were deadly serious. They stared at each other for a few moments. “Ok, sweetheart. Whatever you want”
The family watched as the special effects portion of the evening sparked and eventually disappeared. “Woo!” cheered Daphne. “What’s next?” There was silence. “That’s it? That’s all the special effects?” she sighed. “Well okay then...”
Galinda fidgeted excitedly in her mother’s arms. She was just a toddler and yet was already welcoming the birthday guests as they arrived, playing hostess. “Hehwoah, gweatta see you.” The family gasped as Galinda emerged from the shower of confetti as a stunning young girl with radiant softly curling hair and a dress that made Gok squeal in excitement. She loved every second of it.
She lapped up the attention that was showered so abundantly on her, tossing her hair and batting her eyelashes.
“Hello presents!” she giggled gleefully. “Let’s see: 1,2,3,4...” “Well some of those are for Godric .” interjected Archie. “He grows up today too.” She had forgotten about that. “Oh yes,” she said quietly. “Of course.” She looked around to see Godric pranking Ingwë with a joy buzzer. “Damn it” she muttered under her breath as heads turned towards her brother. “The loveable rogue act! That’s hard to beat...” Then it hit her. “I can do a cartwheel! Watch me! Watch me!”
She continued as the crowd dwindled... ...to just Firenze...
...And then to no one. “Tadaa! Where did you all go?”
“Typical, just typical...stealing my thunder...”
“Hey, how you doin’?” Godric unsurprisingly grew into a confident, dashing young romance sim. “Finally a teen eh Godric?” Ginny said as she continued to be her usual, helpful self. “Got any plans yet?” he didn’t answer. “Godric?” “Oh I’ve got plans.” a crooked smile crept onto his face. “Anything I can help with?” He thought for a moment. “I’d love to meet some of your friends...”
With the exception of the usual Nac Mac Feegle related violence ... ...and a surprise visit from the infamous Belba... “You idiot! You’ve ruined my rug! That was a gift from Liza Minnelli! I did yoga with George and Brad on this rug!” ...the party went well.
“oh Galinda! Now you’re old enough to learn about my wonderful inventions! First you can see my smelloscope! It has-”
“Err... Maybe I could look at your cosmetics research, the stuff for that company that wants to market a canine range so people can make their dogs all purty!” “Hmmm. Well okay.” she said reluctantly. “But I only do that to help fund my real research; it’s where the money is.” she admitted.
Gok was growing ever closer to his cousin Lalaith who was very sweet but shy and self-conscious; she had no real friends that weren’t also relatives. So far, he was doing a bang up job but there was a long way to go and Lalaith would grow up very soon.
Godric sat at the bar feeling intensely bored. Sneaking out was nowhere near as exciting as he had expected. There had been a bit of a thrill the first few times but it wasn’t exactly hard when you had parents as easy to slip past as his. “hey...” he winked at a small group of pretty vampire girls in skimpy outfits. They “hmph”-ed and tossed their hair but glanced back as they walked away before settling down in a corner and giggling excitedly.
He liked Crypt-O-Nightclub. You never saw the same crowd twice- mainly because most of them kept mysteriously disappearing or being banished from town by the Shadowhunters for draining innocents and whatnot. The only place with a more interesting clientele was the Leaky Cauldron but Ysabell had given the entrance gargoyles strict instructions not to admit him.
“Cheers Chrissy, stick it on my tab.” “You are going to get round to paying it aren’t you?” the waitress asked “It’s just that it’s 5 feet long and-” “Chrissy,” he began, flashing her a smile. “Would I lie to you?” The grown woman grinned and shuffled away, her cheeks flushed, to serve another customer. Godric didn’t notice. He had caught a nervous looking dryad and her rather more outgoing pixie friend looking at him across the room. He ran his fingers through his hair to achieve that ‘I don’t care about my hair’ look and turned on the charm.
As the evening progressed, he spotted a witch cautiously entering the club, looking around as though she were checking for something, or someone. Godric couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere although he was also sure that they had never met. Intrigued, and already bored of the fans he had gained that night, he went over to introduce himself. “Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but do I know you?” “Hhmm?” the witch turned to face him. Her eyes widened slightly as she surveyed him but when she finally replied she said “Er, no. I don’t think so...”
“Oh, ok then. I thought I might have met you at The Leaky Cauldron or something.” “That joint’s still going?” she sounded genuinely surprised. “I’ve been out of town” she explained. “Yeah, Zombie Tom’s keeping it afloat somehow.” “Aren’t you a little young to be in there?” “That’s why Ysabell banned me.” his eyes narrowed “ She’s told the gargoyles-” But she cut him off. “Ysabell?” the witch was suddenly more animated, her eyes alight. “You know Ysabell? My Ysabell?” “With a ‘Y’?” she nodded. “Well it’s not exactly a common name. Long white hair, freaky powers, Shadowhunter Ysabell?” The witch seemed deep in hurried thought. “She wasn’t a... a Shadowhunter when I knew her” she said quietly.
Godric was surprised. “Really? Because she’s been one ever since she was in Uni according to what Grandpa said.” “How does he know her?” her words were quick. Godric laughed. “You don’t know her that well do you? My grandparents raised her.” “Elendil and Daphne!?” Godric nodded. “Now you remember.” “Are they ok? Still together?” her voice was becoming increasingly anxious. “Well Ol’Lendy snuffed it a while ago bless him. Had a run in with a dishwasher. But the marriage made it the distance. Daphne’s decreed a ban on dishwashers for all future generations of the legacy.” The witch was clearly struggling to take all this in at once. “ The legacy...” she said distantly. “So you’re a potential heir then?” “yeah, one of five.” he was going to continue but saw that the witch’s mind had enough to deal with as it was. “How’s Ysabell?” she asked eagerly. “And the F kids too?” she added. “Well Ysabell married a guy named Mort, he’s a Shadowhunter too...” Godric filled the strange witch in on all that she wanted to know and didn’t even notice his drunken Aunt Fion laughing as she pointed at those two people that seemed vaguely familiar to her. It got late and it was only after she left that Godric realised he hadn’t asked her name.
Laci Jonson, Grand High Witch of the Sisterhood of The Silver Racoon , waited for the witch to vanish into the distance before lifting the Disillusionment Charm she had cast on herself. After hunting Elphaba for years to no avail, she had wandered back into Gotham, as if this short amount of time would be enough to make Laci forget the shame her treachery had brought upon Laci and the Sisterhood. She had followed Elphaba to the club to bring her to a sticky and public end, thereby affirming the vicious propaganda Laci had spread since her departure, ensuring she was always remembered as the Wicked Witch of West Gotham. It would have been so easy in the bustling nightspot so often decorated in white chalk and crime scene tape. Too easy. The conversation she had overheard between Elphaba and the boy... Godric, had made her change her mind. So she had a family- and a daughter moreover. The fun she could have with them! The havoc she could wreak! The pain she could cause! A legacy family too; double chaos. But she would have to bide her time, find out more, she could not rush her revenge.
With a little magical assistance (pointy boots are made for style not comfort) Laci followed the boy home, watching as he strolled casually through the front door despite the late hour and glanced at his mother who was dozing on the lounge floor, an array of complex looking mechanical parts scattered around her. After a moment or two, he stuck his head around the front door and beckoned, seemingly to a juniper bush. The bush shook and giggled and soon a group of scantily clad teen vamp-girls hurried inside. Rebellious little scamp He would suit her plans nicely.
“Yes, I can see it now...” she mused horribly. “I will infiltrate this...legacy, poison it from within and it will fall...” “Mwhahahahaha,” she cackled into the crisp winter air. “From this moment onwards, there will be no peace for the family of the treacherous Elphaba! MWAHAHAHAH-AH-ACK-ACK-” Her generally unfailingly chilling laugh faltered as she began to wheeze and splutter. “ACK-ACK...” “Hm, from daybreak onwards then; it’s been a long day.”
Godric, fully unaware of his role in Laci’s revenge, was immensely grateful when the wailing of Giselle gave him an excuse to leave the vamps hidden in his room who were showing what he considered to be an unhealthy interest in his neck.
Her birthday had passed by totally unnoticed as the family had been occupied with the media storm over the latest trouble with the Bolshevism matrix of some Farnsworth Industries robots. Godric was on hand though and the interest the witch had shown in his family had made him come over all brotherly towards his little sister. Galinda flounced in on their bonding at around 2:15, demanding warm milk and cookies. She was barely recognisable behind a thick turquoise facemask and cucumber slices. Godric felt a sudden urge to do whatever he could to stop Giselle becoming as self centred and attention seeking.“You,” he said as he bounced her up and down, “ are a little princess you know that?” Giselle gurgled sweetly. “You are and you have to remember that Giselle. You. Are. A.-” “Prinshesh!” Godric was taken aback by such an early first word. “Um, yes. Yes you are!” “Prinshesh! Prinshesh! Prinshesh!” her tiny arms flailed wildly in delight. Clearly there was no hope of her sleeping now. Instead he read to her. Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella... Right until the sun came up and she finally began to yawn. He tucked her up knowing that by now the vampires would have been forced to leave his room.
“Well do you know where Morag is?” Daphne asked. She had dropped round to see her other grandchildren now that they were all grown up but Morag was nowhere to be found. “Er...” Ingwë knew exactly where she would be: frolicking in the forest, dropping out of trees onto unsuspecting passersby, generally causing mayhem. “No. Sorry.”
“That girl...” Daphne said disapprovingly. “At least we never have this trouble with you Lalaith. We don’t have to worry about you running off with some boy” she added in that infamous manner so devoid of tact and consideration that only Grandmothers and mothers can achieve. “No, of course not” she replied quietly. Though not for lack of trying she added in a considerably braver voice in her head.
Truthfully, there had been boys- lots of them. Lalaith was desperate to find someone but none of her blind dates ever went well and she didn’t have the courage to set them up for herself. “Oh my Holy Camel you’re actually paying the full 5,000- again!” “Yes, and it’s a lot of money.” she said. “you are sure that this one will go well. He’ll definitely like me?” “What am I, psychic?- I mean Yes! I’m sure it will...” *shifty eyes*
But it didn’t. “Er hello?” the boy sneered. “Yawnsville! Oi! I want my money back.” “Ok, I realise You’ve had some real dud dates in the past, but since you are my most loyal customer, I’ve found you someone really special this time.” “Really?” Lalaith said excitedly. “Yes! Total dreamboat. I mean if I were 300 years younger and a woman..” she trailed off, her eyes misty. After a few uncomfortable minutes Lalaith reminded her to summon up this mystery guy.
Yes, Erik was certainly dreamy. So dreamy in fact that, despite him being a friendly, kind, conscientious guy, Lalaith found it almost impossible to even look at him and was horrendously nervous- even by her standards- throughout the entire date which consisted largely of playing pool, something Lalaith both hated and was terrible at.
She tried her very best to make the date go well, plucking up the courage to answer his questions and ask her own, even telling a couple of jokes. But when they said goodbye and Erik told her sincerely that he’d had a good time and would like to do it again she just smiled weakly and fidgeted awkwardly with her hair before uttering a quiet goodbye and dashing off, leaving him standing there highly confused.
He said he’d like to do it again and I just ran away! If he liked me at all before he doesn’t now! He must think I’m so pathetic. I hardly spoke all night and he was so nice to me too! Why can’t I be braver!? In the end she called the one person who she thought might make her feel better.
“Well he clearly really likes you honey.” Gok said kindly. “You just need to come out of your shell a bit.” “you think?” she asked doubtfully “but what if-” “Trust me. It’s all about the confidence. What you really need is a fresh confidence boosting new look with some help from your fairy-Gok-mother.” “Oh, Gok I really can’t afford to go out and buy loads of expen-” “Don’t be ridiculous! I’m talking about highstreet bargains! You don’t have to pay designer price tags for style!” “Well, ok then!” she said eagerly “Great! I’m going to teach you how to flirt in a skirt without getting your purse hurt!”
Lalaith couldn’t believe how different she felt in her new outfits. She finally felt that she could be herself, she could take on the world! “Oh Gok I feel wonderful!” she exclaimed, a broad smile spreading across her pretty face. “Well go get him then!” he grinned, proudly surveying his work. There was nothing like this feeling, knowing that he’d really helped someone and all it took was a bit of retail therapy! “But remember,” he added “it’s not about the clothes. It’s about what they do for you, how they make you feel.” Laliath nodded excitedly and dashed out of the room.
The next day, at school, Erik was just getting up after finishing his lunch when a melodious voice spoke from behind him. “Hi Erik!” Lalaith said brightly. He turned in surprise; he had thought Lalaith didn’t like him. He’d been pretty gutted about it infact. “Hey!” he said in a happy but uncertain voice as she seized his hands and began to swing them gently. “So I was wondering if you’d like to do something tonight?” she asked, holding eye contact with him for the first time; now he realised quite how deep the green of her irises was, and how they seemed to change in the light... “Um? Erik?” she asked, a quiver of uncertainty in her voice now. “Yes! Yes I’d love to!” his cheeks were burning. “So, do you want to go-” “I don’t mind!” she said eagerly. A thought nagged at her. “Except, let’s not play pool” she gave an embarrassed smile.
Erik grinned. “I knew it! You know you could have said!” “Well I was too nervous to say much at all in case you didn’t notice.” she admitted. “OH!” he said in relief. “ I thought you didn’t like me!” “Oh no! I do, I do! A lot...” she looked away but Erik reached over and tilted her chin upwards gently with his hand. They looked at each other for a long time before Erik leaned in placing a single kiss on her delicate lips. He blushed some more and laughed as her asked: “So what shall we do then?”
“Hey man, where you runnin’ off to at this time o’night?” the penguin asked in a voice as smooth and hip as a lava lamp. “I’ve got a date.” Godric replied. “ Nice one. Rub my head for luck then, I am the luuurrrrrvvvvveee penguin.” “Since when?” “Since the title was officially given to me earlier in the legacy fool!” “Fine, couldn’t hurt I suppose.” Godric’s date was with a girl named Chris who had recently moved to Gotham.
“Y’know, I can set you up on a blind date that’s guaranteed at least 10% more chemistry than any date you arrange yourself.” “We’re fine thanks.” Godric replied tersely. “Are you sure because-” Godric shot her a fearsome look and the fortune teller retreated. “If things don’t work out then I’m in the book!” she threw a fistful of business cards at them and sprinted around the corner with unnatural speed. The date went well, unsurprisingly, and when a snow day was declared the following morning they decided to spend the day together.
The date went ok, but when Godric realised she was wearing a T-shirt featuring the face of Paris Hilton (AKA: the Whore of a Hag from Hell) it became clear that he’d have to break up with her. (which was a shame because she had a cute hat). After a quick spot of karaoke*... *Which Godric totally rocked at by the way.
...they swung by Lucky Shack Cards and Drink and bumped into Ysabell. “Y’know I met this witch the other day Ysabell,” “Oh did you?” her eyebrows narrowed in suspicion. “And where exactly-” “At the library when I was studying for our big history exam.” he said hurriedly giving Chris a sharp kick under the table when she began to ask which exam he was talking about. “Yes, well she seemed think she knew you.”
“Well I do meet a lot of witches in my line of work Godric.” “I know, but she knew you but not anything about you. She didn’t even know you were a Shadowhunter. She said she knew you from a long time ago.” Ysabell thought for a moment. “Well I can’t think who she could have been Godric.” “Ok, I just thought I’d tell you and Chris? We’re playing poker not TopTrumps.”
Considering that he had no interest in dancing, Gok spent an awful lot of time doing it but, as he explained, posture is important.
Giselle was developing a great love of animals. She had a sweet singing voice and, whilst she didn’t sing words, most animals were attracted or even lured to it. “Godammit! She tricked me!”
Farnsworth had returned from a tiring day spent observing her own technology's use in warfare. “How was it?” Archie asked as he gave his wife a backrub. “Oh, quite shocking really.” she answered. “I mean this was a real war y’know? Not one of those feel-good wars like the war on drugs.” “Ah, well I’m sure your work is making a big difference out there.” “Yes, every army needs decent boot polishing robots and mine are the very best.”
“Galinda?” Archie teased. “Look what I’ve got!” His daughter squealed in delight. “Oh Daddy!” she beamed. “Thank you thank you thank you!” Truth be told, she was a nice girl at heart. She was just incredibly spoilt.
Ginny had always tried to be a good daughter. She had put up with her mother’s pressure to take over her research for years, but She would be going to University soon and desperately wanted to study art not Farnsworth’s own impossibly complex subject. “Mum, I’ve been thinking,” she began nervously. “I’m not really sure that I want to study the mathematics of quantum neutrino fields.” “Oh don’t worry!” she laughed “I made that subject up so that no one would take my class! You won’t be taking that.” “really?!” “Of course not. You’ll do Physics, or maybe biology. It’s your decision dear.” Ginny decided to try a different tactic. “Have you taught any of the others about your inventions Mum? Because it’s only fair isn’t it?” she added quickly. Hopefully, one of her siblings would show real scientific promise and she’d be off the hook.
Farnsworth could see the logic, so she gave it a go. She started with Galinda. “Muuuummmm.” she whined. “I’m BORED.” “How can you be bored?! You’re learning about the fascinating world of the intestines!” “Now we’re going to play a game.” “A game?” Galinda asked suspiciously. “Yes, it’s called: ‘what did this used to be before if was digested?’” “EEEEEWWWWW! Puke-a-tronic!” But Farnsworth pressed on obliviously.
“Can I go?” she growled. “not until you guess what this sticky brown stuff used to be.” “But I don’t-” “I don’t hear guessing!” “Fine! ...Spaghetti?” Farnsworth howled with laughter sending the gunk flyfing everywhere. “Spaghetti she says!” She gasped. “Spaghetti!” Galinda fumed, her curls shaking in fury. “I’m telling Daddy!” and she stormed away. “Spaghetti!” cried Farnsworth who was now on the floor clutching her stomach as she guffawed.
“And so the Cu+ ions and the Su- ions form copper sulphate, an ionic compound. It’s that one on the right. ” Farnsworth continued. Gok was already staring at it. “Such a stunning shade of blue.” he muttered. “Why with a floor length silk halter neck gown in that colour I could be the next Vivienne Westwood” “It should be easy to make, but finding the right model will be tricky... And how to accessorize?!”
And she skipped over Godric entirely- not without reason. Perhaps the kids weren’t scientific geniuses, but she had to admit, they were damn photogenic.
The day eventually came. “Oh Gok!” cried Lalaith. “you’re finally a teen! You’ve got an aspiration! You’re a popularity sim! You can drive! You can get a job! You can go to University! You can fall in love! You can-”
“dye my hair and use a sewing machine!” cheered Gok. “FINALLY! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!”
And so, after a not so quick makeover.
Gok began to modify clothes and create his own fashion designs to sell over the internet. Well, he started with potholders, but he got there eventually!
Godric was yet to recover from this strange brotherly phase he was going through and continued to show particular interest in Giselle. One morning he decided simply not to get up for school and his presence gave Daphne an excuse to visit her new favourite smoothie bar, so it was just the two of them in the house. Giselle’s speech had vastly improved and she was now able to communicate her wants and needs quite clearly. Consequently, she had no difficulty in conveying her desire to watch her favourite films all day and Godric obliged. He would leave for University soon and hoped to start a band there. Giselle seemed to share his interest in singing and certainly had a sweet little voice, so they practised together- although they sang Giselle’s favourites as his were unsuitable for young ears. “When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, anything your heart desires will come to you. If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme, when you wish upon a star as dreamers do...”
Giselle interrupted Daphne’s daydreaming by deciding to grow up and everyone agreed that she did so very cutely.
But the thing is with the Marmites (especially the girls), is that if they develop a certain way of thinking or acting when they’re little, they never grow out of it. I mean, look at Fion! So Giselle continued to believe that she was a princess and acted accordingly. It could be argued that Galinda too acted like a princess, but in a very different way. Giselle was the sweet, unfailingly kind, honest and gentle princess of fairytales.* Her classmates teased her about this but were soon won over by her heart of gold and besides, it hardly bothered her. What was the sense in worrying when she knew there would be a happy ending; her Prince Charming would appear, sweep her off her feet and they’d all live happily ever after. *Y’know, the lovely Disney-ish fairytales. Not the original versions full of gore, horror and faeries that, as anyone who had met a Nac Mac Feegle would agree, are far more accurate representations.
This was of course exactly what Daphne wished for each of her grandchildren* but she wouldn’t get to see whether her wishes came true; her time was up. “Oh...” Daphne moaned. “ Do I have to? I mean I really don’t want to.” YOU FEAR TO DIE? “I... I mean... It’s just that life’s a habit that’s hard to break y’know.” *But with princesses for the boys... except Gok. She was pretty sure that he wanted a prince too. NO. I’M AFRAID I DON’T. COME ALONG, IT’S TIME. Daphne groaned again.HERE, HAVE A DRINK. “will it help?” WELL THERE ARE BETTER THINGS IN LIFE THAN ALCOHOL, BUT YOU’RE NOT IN LIFE ANYMORE, SO IT WILL BE THE BEST COMPENSATION FOR NOT HAVING THEM. Daphne took the drink and smiled. “Well ok then.”
Galinda, like so many other children, loved to put on shows for her family. She sang, danced, acted out scenes from her favourite TV programs and performed tricks. Although cute at first, these sessions soon became tiresome, especially since Galinda loved to interrogate them afterwards about their favourite parts. When she increased the number of shows to 3 a day, Galinda was forced to actually hunt down family members for her audience and used a decibel meter to make sure they weren’t slacking with their applauding.
Disheartened by this hiccup in her path to stardom, Galinda began researching her heroes and how they rose to success. She stumbled across a shocking piece of information. Belba, the Belba, the most glamorous cat ever to have graced Hollywood had, legally at least, belonged to her family and was buried in her garden! Why had no one told her this before?! “Oh Belba, I want to be a star just like you, but I’m getting nowhere,” she sobbed into the cold night. She was so lost in her misery that she didn’t notice the star over Belba’s grave begin to glow. “How did you manage it? Why can’t I be famous?! It’s not-” Fair? Of course it’s not fair. Showbiz is a dog-ah... cat eat cat world. But there’s no business like it darling. Galinda continued to cry. Hush, don’t worry. I can see potential in you and I’m in need of a project. Glinda honey, I’m going to make you a star. “It’s Ga-linda actually.” Really? Hm, we might need to do something about that. That ‘ga’ could really hold you back. Now firstly, we need to talk agents...
“Hello and welcome to Sims a la mode, your essential weekly fashion fix. Today I’m here with a promising young designer who is sure to be a future star of the fashion world. So Gok, you’ve been selling your designs over the internet for just over a year now and already have a host of celebrity fans. How does that feel?” “it’s incredible!” he replied. “Well so are your designs! And you make them all yourself, right here?” “That’s right. What I’m really trying to do is make clothes that will make people feel great about themselves and not just what they’re wearing...”
The interview continued and was soon almost finished. Galinda watched, fuming with envy. “Um, who is this little girl?” “This is Galinda, my sister.” “Aw, cute. Glinda honey? Could you like move? You’re wrecking the shot.” “It’s Ga-linda. With a ga.” she snarled. “Sorry!” she giggled. “Silly me!”
“well it’s a real honour to have been given the opportunity to have my own stage at Gotham fashion week, but the organisers and I have decided that it’s best for me to get Uni out of the way first. My designs will have definitely improved by then too.” “Thanks Gok, that makes a perfect final shot. We’ll speak to you soon. Oh, bye Glinda!” “GA-LIN-DA.” she hissed in cold fury. “And what a pretty name it is too!” the presenter ruffled Galinda’s perfectly styled hair and strode out of the room, followed by the rest of the film crew.
Gok could see that Galinda was finding his success upsetting which was the last thing he wanted. “Y’know Galinda, when you’re old enough I’d love to have you model in my shows. You’d be perfect! We can-” But Galinda cut him off. “Gee Gok, thanks.” she began. “But I really don’t think I’ll be able to. I mean, I’ll be so busy. There’ll be work flooding in from everywhere.” “Oh,” Gok suppressed a smile. “Well, if you change your mind...”
I toldyou that ‘ga’ would hold you back didn’t I? And why didn’t you accept the job offer?! “I want to make it to the top by myself! I don’t need-” Listen here sugar. To become a star you will need to be ruthless and take seize every chance you get to further your career. Why if one of my siblings had given me an opportunity like this, I wouldn’t have thought twice about taking it. Of course Marmadoc and Gerontius were far to obsessed with that superhero nonsense to be of any use. But your brother is going places- fabulous places. And you can go with him! “But I can’t get stuck in his shadow!” she insisted. Well of course not! But this is an invaluable shortcut to fame darling. Once you’re there, your career will expand and flourish; you’ll shine so bright that no one will think of you as ‘the sister of that designer’ or as ‘the one who tagged along’. Trust me, I know this business. Gok will be very useful to you but you’ll always be the bigger star. You have to really want it and he doesn’t. He’s got this whole ‘helping people’ agenda. Whereas you want it don’t you? “Yes!” she cried Then trust me.
Laci had found what she needed- at last her plan could be put into action. The girl was a child of a CAS family. The creator had made them, moved them into a premade lot, controlled them for just 3 days and then got bored. Like so many other CAS families, they had been left, suspended in time forever- never aging, never moving, never played on again. She had been left in this frozen neglect for years, unable to move but conscious of the legacy activity in Gotham. What gave the creator the right to play one family for 7 generations and another for 3 days? Why were they so special? Whilst the creator ignored her family and allowed theirs to thrive, her hatred had grown. She had stewed in her jealously and anger ever since the creator had left her, unable to move, unable to think of anything else. When Laci had freed the girl from her immobile state, she had found her perfectly suited to her purposes. The girl had thought of only her hatred for The Marmites for so long that she could remember nothing else. Her name, her family... All gone. All she knew was that The Marmites had to pay- and Laci was giving her a chance to ensure that they did. “So you understand what you must do?” Laci asked the girl. She nodded, her eyes alight. “Good. Report back to me regularly.” The girl nodded again and turned to leave. “Wait!” cried Laci. “You need a name fool! Hmmm...” She let out a short, harsh laugh. “I think I’ll call you Meretrix. Yes, it will fit quite nicely...Now, go. Do not fail me.”
And this is where we end today! This one feels like it’s taken forever but I’ve been bogged down with future plot ideas that definitely won’t happen for generations anyway! And once I finished that I had to remember where I was going with this story. I’m sure I had a great idea but it’s escaped me so I will push on with the one I have. Plus, I’m back a t school and year 11 sucks. The usual apologies for the standard. Y’know the drill. If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended. That you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear... Etcetera, etcetera. Why do they always look? Actually, that’s a bit of a hint... Anyhoo, thanks for reading. It really does mean a great deal to me. Oh, and next time, there will be musical numbers...kind of...Thanks!