Friday, September 28, 2012
Ever since Luca became a real, bona fide doctor, women have been all over him like bees on a honeypot, and in fact not a single male resident shows up for today’s vaccination clinic.
Elizabeth Davenport, daughter of the fabulously wealthy Harold Davenport, is single and interested. Her father owns the hospital where Luca works, and although she’s seen him around town before she’s never paid him much attention. Until he became Dr. McKinley, that is.
But Luca is far too busy for a relationship right now. Or at least that’s what he tells himself anyway when he turns down Elizabeth’s offer to attend a charity benefit with her tomorrow night.
Instead, he spends his Friday evening laying around the house in his underwear catching up on the latest medical journals. One article in particular grabs his attention.
Last month, two children died of a mysterious illness in the rural swamp lands on the outskirts of Jericho. Their deaths made headlines all over the country as the first confirmed cases in Sim Nation of a rare and so far incurable new disease known in the medical community as Necrotizing Leukopyrosis, or the White Fever. While information about the illness is scarce, its symptoms appear to resemble early descriptions of the Great Plague, a devastating pandemic that swept through this area during the Dark Days, wiping out two-thirds of the Sim population and leaving chaos and fear in its wake.
However, the pandemic ended almost as soon as it began, not even a decade after the first case appeared. Modern historians theorize that the king’s healers must have discovered a cure, but scientists argue that the survivors had a natural immunity to the virus. In all honesty, no one knows why the plague vanished so suddenly, but at the time most people believed magic was at work. For centuries after the outbreak, the Sim population became highly superstitious, bordering on fanatical, and anyone suspected of practicing witchcraft or sorcery was mercilessly executed. Yet, as the old monarchies gave way to modern democracies and the world transitioned into the industrial age, people gradually forgot their fears, and the focus shifted to science and logic. But vestiges of the old superstitions remain, and to this day people still panic at even the slightest mention of the plague.
With medical technology on the cutting edge, people rarely die of anything other than old age or electrocution these days, but every so often an obscure new virus emerges, inevitably killing some of its victims before a cure can be discovered. In every such instance, the media publishes radical reports comparing the illness to the Great Plague, often setting off bouts of mass hysteria. Such is the case with these latest deaths, and in an attempt to prevent any undue worry the government has decided to fund a small research study into this new disease. And since both cases occurred near Jericho, the hospital that Luca works at was awarded the task.
Although he just earned his medical license a few months ago, Luca dreams of being assigned to the research team. The mystery of the Great Plague fascinates him, and if he were able to discover a cure for the White Fever (and definitively prove it's not a return of the plague) he’d earn the respect of doctors all over Sim Nation. And so, he reads and reads and reads some more, until he can’t think from exhaustion.
Saturday afternoon, Luca takes a break from his studies in order to take Emily to the horse ranch. A few months ago, she saw a little girl riding her pony at the park, and she hasn’t been able to talk about anything else since.
Luca watches uneasily as Emily steps right up to the stall and begins stroking the horse’s muzzle.
“Be careful,” he warns her, eying the large animal warily.
Emily giggles. “Are you frightened, Mr. K?” she asks.
Luca glances up at the horse and shudders. In all honesty, the idea of trusting a half ton animal with his life scares him shitless, but he’d rather die than admit that to Emily.
“No,” he replies curtly. “I just don’t think you should get that close until April arrives.”
Emily grins at him deviously and continues petting the horse.
When Luca mentioned the outing to Gibson, his best friend demanded to be brought along. Gibson shows absolutely no fear of the giant, temperamental animal that April, their friend and resident horse expert, gave him to ride.
…Even after falling hard on his butt.
Seeing Gibson’s struggles, Luc decides to sit this little excursion out. He’s fine keeping both feet on the ground, thank you very much.
They take a nice, easy stroll around the ranch, with Luca leading Emily’s horse and April leading Gibson’s horse (or steed, as Gibby likes to say).
“Faster!” Emily hollers impatiently.
“Absolutely not,” Luca retorts, purposely avoiding eye contact. Emily has long since mastered the art of the pout, and she knows just how to get what she wants from him.
“You can let her take the reins,” April tells him in a whisper. “That horse is steadier than a rock.”
“Yes, well, Emily’s never been on a horse before. She could fall and hurt herself.”
“Good thing you’re a doctor then, right?” she replies with a wink.
Luca just glares at her in response.
Anxious to get home and continue his reading, Luca is hurriedly ushering Emily back to the car when his eyes land on a gold-headed figure in the distance. As though pulled by a magnet, he stops dead in his tracks, staring at her, utterly and completely mesmerized.
“Whatcha lookin’ at Mr. K?” Emily asks, trying to follow his gaze.
“April?” Luca calls out to his friend. “April, who is that?”
His voice sounds distant and strange, Emily thinks, and she wonders what is going on. She scratches her head, pondering the situation, when it hits her. That’s how boys act whenever they see a pretty girl, or at least that’s what happens in the movies whenever the prince sees the princess for the first time.
“Earth to Mr. K!” Emily exclaims loudly, bringing him back to reality. “Come in, Mr. K. Do you copy?”
“Yeah, squirt?” he asks as he reluctantly turns toward her.
“Why don’t you just ask her out and save us all the heartache?” she demands crossly.
Luca flushes ever so slightly. “What do you mean, Em? Ask who out?”
Emily rolls her eyes. “You don’t fool me for half a millisecond,” she declares. “If you looked any more lovesick, I’d have to call a doctor.”
Luc glances over his shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies.
“Fine,” Emily glares at him. “I’ll do it for you.”
And so she does, defiantly marching up to the mystery woman before Luca can stop her.
“Are you really going to let a ten year old play cupid for you?” Gibson smirks. “Not even I am that brave.”
Luca frowns. His friend makes a fair point.
Feeling like a fool, Luca awkwardly wanders over and introduces himself.
“I’m Luca,” he tries to say, but the words stick to the roof of his mouth like peanut butter.
The woman smiles at him sympathetically, and Luca wonders how often she gets harassed by love struck idiots such as himself.
“I’m Maeve,” she tells him, shaking his hand in greeting.
The touch of her skin against the palm of his hand leaves Luca feeling breathless and lightheaded, and he finds himself holding on for longer than strictly necessary. He stares at her dazedly, as though bewitched by her presence, but his gaze never once leaves her face.
“Your eyes,” he says suddenly. “They’re- They’re purple.”
Maeve glances away uneasily. “So I’ve realized,” she answers, not hiding the discomfort in her voice.
Realizing his mistake, Luca backtracks. “No, I just- They’re beautiful,” he whispers.
Maeve blushes, smiling in spite of herself.
“So!” Emily chimes in, not wanting to be ignored. “What do you think, Ms. Maeve? Would you go out with him?”
“Emily!” Luca exclaims. Turning toward Maeve, he adds, “I’m so sorry. She and I are going to have a long discussion about manners tonight, and I-”
“Manners are overrated,” Maeve grins. “I think your daughter is adorable.”
Emily scowls at her. “He’s not my dad,” she tells her stubbornly. “And I am NOT adorable.”
“I see,” Maeve replies, adopting a serious tone. “Well, I won’t make that mistake again. Forgive me?”
Emily giggles. She’s not used to being spoken to like an adult. “Okay, but only on one condition.”
“Yes?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“That you go out with him.”
Maeve pauses and surveys Luca carefully, her eyes twinkling mischievously the whole time. “Well, I suppose I could make the sacrifice…”
“Oh, no!” Emily exclaims, horrified. “He’s actually super nice most of the time. I think you just make him nervous.”
“Well, maybe you can talk some sense into him before our date,” she laughs.
Luca looks taken aback. “D-date?” he croaks. “With you?”
“Only if you want to,” Maeve answers, her voice suddenly soft and shy.
“He can meet you tomorrow night,” Emily butts in. “Can’t you, Mr. K?”
“Uh, yes, but-”
“That sounds wonderful. How about the Bistro Verdis? At 5:30?”
“I’d love to,” Luca smiles weakly, not believing his luck.
Sunday evening, he arrives at the bistro a few minutes early, but Maeve is already there waiting for him.
“I brought you some flowers,” he tells her bashfully, presenting her with a large bouquet of white roses.
“Oh, Luca, they’re beautiful,” she cries.
“You like them?” he asks hopefully.
“They remind me of my home out east,” she smiles, burying her face in their sweet scent. “My mother and I had a huge garden, full of roses and daisies and lavender and all sorts of other flowers. When I was a child, I would spend hours playing out there.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Luca sighs. “I grew up in a desert, where the only flowering things were cactus and not to be touched.”
Maeve giggles. “I couldn’t live without some greenery,” she replies.
At the restaurant, they decide to eat outside on the patio in order to enjoy the fresh night air. They spend the entire meal talking about everything and nothing at all, and for the first time in a long time Luca feels himself begin to relax. He tells her about his childhood, his family, his friends, his job, and Maeve listens in rapt silence, eagerly absorbing every word he says as though starved for companionship. As the minutes turn to hours, time becomes irrelevant, and Luca’s world seems to fade around him. He sees only Maeve, hears only the sound of her voice, the lilt of her laugh.
When the restaurant closes, they head to a nearby park, not wanting to say goodnight just yet. They walk together in silence for a while, stopping on an old wooden bridge to watch a pair of turtles wade in the stream below.
“You’re quiet,” Luca observes, admiring the gleam of her golden hair as it shimmers in the pale moonlight. “What are you thinking about?”
Maeve sighs. “This has been wonderful, Luca,” she mumbles absently, trying to work up her courage. Too wonderful, she thinks with a pang of regret. She takes a deep, steadying breath, willing herself to tell him, but the words just don’t seem to come.
Luca smiles, oblivious to her turmoil. “I’m glad to hear you say that,” he tells her as he walks over to stand beside her. “I- I know I shouldn’t be so forward with you, Maeve. We’ve only just met after all, but I… I can’t help it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and it frightens me. I think I’m falling for you.”
“Luca, I don’t want-”
But before she can finish her thought, Luca leans in and kisses her, so softly, so sweetly, that Maeve feels herself sink into his arms.
He pulls away abruptly and begins to apologize, feeling flustered, but Maeve silences him with another kiss.
“I’ve- I’ve never done this before,” she whispers, her cheeks flushed pink.
“Done what?” Luca asks, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
She blushes even more. “Kissed,” she admits shyly.
Luca doesn’t even seem to register her words. “Do you want to come back to my place?” he stammers, not really sure how to broach the subject.
If Maeve was pink before, she turns even redder at his suggestion. “I really should be getting home,” she sighs, wishing she could stay with him forever.
Luca nods and offers to catch a cab for her, but she insists on taking the subway.
“Let me at least walk you to the station,” he pleads. Reluctantly, Maeve agrees.
When they reach a fork in the path, Maeve kisses him goodnight one last time, and they part ways. Luca halfheartedly wonders why she left so suddenly, but he doesn’t dwell on it much. His mind is elsewhere, reveling in the sheer perfection of the evening.
A few weeks pass by, and Luca doesn’t hear a word from Maeve.
“And you’re sure she was into you?” Gibson asks.
“Yes,” Luca declares without hesitation. “I felt it. We connected.”
Gibson shakes his head in disbelief. “Then why didn’t you get her number?!” he demands.
“She said she’d call. I believed her. What if something happened to her? What if she died?”
“You’d probably have heard about it, dude, seeing as you are Jericho’s go-to trauma surgeon these days.” Gibson doesn’t hide the pride in his voice. He’s always been rooting for Luca, ever since they were kids, and he’s happy for his friend’s success.
Luca sighs. “Perhaps, but I just don’t know.”
“Aprils says that Maeve keeps her horse at the ranch. Why don’t you just drop by one day and check on her? Make sure she’s alright?”
“Isn’t that a bit… creepy?”
“It’s only stalking if she doesn’t want you to be there,” he replies.
Creepy or not, Luca needs to see her. He craves her presence like a drug, and he feels sick not knowing if she’s okay.
So the following weekend, he heads to the stables, halfway hoping she won’t be there. What if he was wrong? What if she doesn’t want anything to do with him?
Naturally, he finds her right away.
“Hi, Maeve.” His voice sounds pinched and anxious, and he realizes that he hasn’t felt this nervous in a long time.
Maeve jumps back, startled. “L-Luca,” she stammers. “What are you doing here?”
“I didn’t hear from you,” he tells her. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She remains quiet, fidgeting with the brush in her hand.
Luca feels like he’s been punched in the stomach. She doesn’t want him there. She doesn’t want to see him again. “Well, looks like you’re fine,” he chokes out awkwardly. “I’ll just be going then.”
“No,” Maeve hollers instinctively. “Wait, Luca. I- It’s not like that. I just… I lost my phone. The one with your number. I’m sorry. I should have called.”
It’s a lie. Luca knows this. He can see it in her face, the way she won’t quite meet his eyes. But he doesn’t care. He wants to believe her so badly it hurts.
“Do you want to go for a ride?” she asks after a second. “I know this nice park we can go to.”
Luca’s face lights up. “I’d love to. But…”
He eyes her horse uneasily. “I don’t know how to ride.”
He won’t get on the back of a horse for just anybody, but for Maeve he doesn’t hesitate.
“And you’re sure this is safe?” he asks, clinging on for dear life.
“If you don’t suffocate me, then we should be fine,” she laughs. “Cosimo is gentle as a lamb. Aren’t you, boy?”
The horse snorts in agreement.
They end up spending the entire afternoon together, just lying around the park enjoying each other’s company. While Luca goes on and on about his life and his job and everything that’s happened to him while they’ve been apart, Maeve remains unusually quiet.
“Is everything alright?” Luca asks, finally noticing her silence.
She smiles and kisses him, with an almost desperate sort of passion. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
Luca frowns, but he doesn’t press the issue. She’ll open up to him when she’s ready, he decides.
“When can I see you again?” he wants to know.
“Next weekend? Meet me at the ranch?”
A week seems like such a long time to wait, but afraid of pushing her too far too fast he reluctantly agrees. Still, he can’t seem to shake the feeling that she’s hiding something from him.
So, yes, I realize it’s cliché. Love at first sight and blah, blah, blah. But, in my defense, I don’t think I’ve ever done it before (at least not to this extreme), and I do love how romantic it is! (Well, can be…) Anyway, I’m sorry if the sappy sentimentalism was too much. I can try to reign it in if you guys don’t like it.
Cosimo, Maeve’s horse, was created by PharaohHound and can be downloaded here on Mod The Sims.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Nine steps from the street to the door. Luca McKinley sighs, feeling relieved. Nine is good. At his childhood home in Lucky Palms, he had to walk exactly seventeen steps to the front door, an unlucky number if he ever heard of one.
Luca tries not to be superstitious. Really, he does. Because after all, he doesn’t believe in all that nonsense. But numbers… Numbers are different. He lives for numbers, thinks and dreams and breathes in numbers. Everything has a number to him. The number of bites he eats, the number of people he meets, the number of words he speaks.
Back home, folks claimed he was a genius. “How can you remember so many numbers?” they would ask, shaking their heads.
He tried to explain that every number has a special significance and knowing that relationship was surely safer and easier than not knowing it, but they didn’t seem to care. He could pull dates and figures out of his head like some sort of circus freak, and that’s all that mattered to them. The town genius, that’s what he was.
A knock at the door interrupts his musings. Neighbors, arriving to welcome him to the street.
“So, you’ve taken over the old Adler place?” the woman asks amicably after introducing herself as Evelyn Lockwood.
Luca nods. “Finn Adler is my stepdad,” he explains. “He sold this house to me after I got offered an internship at Jericho’s hospital downtown.”
“Glad someone’s finally moving in here,” she chirps, looking him up and down with wide, curious eyes. “This old building’s been vacant for years, ever since I can remember. I’m honestly surprised it’s still inhabitable at all.”
“Well, it does need some work I suppose,” Luca concedes.
“Work!” a small voice chimes in. “It needs a bulldozer and a wrecking ball, if you ask me.”
Luc glances down, startled by the sudden input from below. “And who are you?” he asks with a forced smile. Children make him nervous.
“Emily,” she beams proudly. “Emily Lockwood.”
“Emily!” Evelyn scolds. “What have I told you about speaking to grownups?!”
“Children should be seen and not heard,” Emily chants while making a face.
Evelyn scowls at her daughter, not wanting to make a scene in front of their new neighbor. “Well, we’d best be scooting along Mr. McKinley, but we’ll be seeing you around I’m sure.”
In all honesty, Luca’s new house needs more than a little work. With no useable kitchen, he heads out to the local sports bar to grab some dinner.
A familiar voice interrupts him during halfway through his autumn salad.
“Luca McKinley!” he calls. “Is that really you?”
“Gibson!” Luca jumps up to greet him. “How’d you know I was here?”
Gibson smirks. “April told me.”
“April couldn’t keep a secret to save her life,” Luca exclaims, smiling in spite of himself. “Where is she? Where’s Alex?”
“They’re fighting. Again.”
Luca nods. Alex and Gibson were his best friends back in Lucky Palms, and April was Alex’s high school sweetheart. The three of them moved to Jericho last year, but being a few years younger than them Luca had to wait until he graduated.
“How are they doing?” he asks quietly. April and Alex were the “it” couple in high school, but unfortunately for them “it” happened to include more fighting than loving.
“Oh, you know. They’ve broken up twice since we moved here, and April is threatening to move out again. There’s somebody else apparently.”
“I changed my mind,” Luca laughs. “I don’t really want to know.”
Gibson offers to buy the very broke Luca a drink, and he readily accepts.
They talk for a while, and Gibson tells Luc all about his latest flings. His friend has always been a bit flamboyant, and apparently Gibson has found a demographic who can appreciate his love of sparkly objects, pink flamingoes, and leopard print wallpaper.
“Cougars!” he declares excitedly. “They can’t get enough of me! I’m with Rachel right now, but you know, Luca, she has a sister who’s finer than a nicely aged bottle of wine. I could set you up if you’re interested…”
Luca chuckles. “Nah, I’m fine going solo at the moment.”
“Still not over Nicole?” he complains. “Dude, she dumped you months ago…”
Luca just shrugs and changes the subject. He’s not ready to talk about it yet.
A sleeping bag on the floor is the only comfort that awaits him when he gets home later that night. He starts his first day of work tomorrow, and he wants to be fully rested for whatever they have in store.
…Which apparently isn’t much. They give him the title of “organ donor” and tell him to find some odd jobs to do around the hospital until such a time as they need to borrow his heart or his brain or another such vital body part. He assumes that they are merely joking and that this is just some phasing thing they put all the new interns through in hopes of scaring them off, but he isn’t entirely sure.
Nevertheless, Luca heads to the library after work to perfect his logic skills. You know, just in case he needs to reason them out of something drastic.
“Hi there, Mr. McKinley!” Emily hollers, startling Luca out of his steadfast concentration. “Whatcha doin’ here?”
Luca looks up at her and frowns. “What are you doing here?” he demands, not hiding his annoyance.
“Oh, I come here every day after school,” she replies nonchalantly as she hops into the chair across from him. “My mom works afternoons and evenings at the diner in old town, so she makes me come here to do my homework until Mrs. Callahan can pick me up and drive me home.”
“Well, you better get to it then,” Luca replies after a moment, hoping she’ll go away and leave him alone.
“I already finished it all,” Emily grins. “Let’s play chess!”
Seeing no way out of this, Luca sets up the pieces, and they begin to play. Luc doesn’t really know how to talk to children, but lucky for him Emily seems just fine to do all the talking herself. She jabbers on and on about her schoolmates and her teachers and her mom’s cousin’s boyfriend’s great uncle Fred, all the while totally oblivious to Luca’s discomfort.
Suddenly, Emily stops talking and glances up. “Checkmate,” she smirks.
Luca looks stunned. “But… How could- I haven’t been beaten at chess in years,” Luc stammers. “How’d you-”
“I don’t know. Guess I’m just awesome or something. Wanna play again?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with glee.
Emily ends up winning two out of the three games they play.
“You’re really talented,” Luca declares. He’s beyond impressed that a fourth grader could whoop him so badly. “I bet you’d make an amazing doctor someday,” he tells her absently.
Emily shakes her head. “Nah, I’m failing in math right now. I understand chess because it’s a game, you know? With a clear winner and loser. I just get it, that’s all.”
“You’re failing?” he asks, frowning.
“Numbers,” she explains. “They don’t make sense to me. It’s all just a bunch of gobbledygook.”
“Numbers are beautiful,” Luca insists. “They represent logic in its purest form. They bring order from chaos, certainty from ambiguity.”
Luca laughs at the glazed expression on her face. “Well, anyway, it’s just something to think about,” he says as he gets to his feet to leave. “Have a good night, Emily.”
The next day at the library, Luca runs into Emily again. Hoping to avoid another embarrassing loss at the chess table, he offers to help her with her math homework, and she eagerly accepts.
“I was thinking about what you said yesterday,” she announces suddenly. “And I decided that I do want to be a doctor when I grow up. But I told my teacher Mrs. Gallagher about it, and she said that I’m not smart enough.”
“And you believed her?!”
“Well, duh! She’s a teacher. An adult. She knows everything!”
“I’m an adult too, Emily, and I say you are plenty bright enough to become a doctor.”
“Really, Mr. McKinley? You think so?”
“Of course. And please, call me Luca. All my friends do.”
Emily’s eyes widen in astonishment. “I’ve never had a grownup friend before!” she exclaims.
Luca laughs nervously. “What about your mom?” he asks.
“Nah, she doesn’t like me very much. She says I’m a burden on her pocketbook and the biggest mistake of her life. I heard her telling her boyfriend, Mr. Martin, that one day.”
Seeing the dejected look on her young face, Luca grinds his teeth irritably. He knows what it’s like to be unwanted by your parents, to feel like an inconvenience rather than a blessing. It’s why he left Lucky Palms as soon as he was old enough and why he hasn’t looked back since.
“Why don’t I tutor you, Emily?” he offers without really thinking about what he’s saying. “I can meet you here at the library after school, and we can work through some of your homework problems. I bet you’ll be making A’s in that class in no time, and you’ll be well on your way to getting whatever job you want.”
“Really?” she squeals. “That’d be awesome Mr. K!”
“Mr. K?” he laughs.
“I don’t like the name Luca,” she explains. “It sounds like a girl’s name. So from now on you’re Mr. K to me.”
Between his grueling work schedule at the hospital and his afternoon tutoring sessions with Emily, Luca finds very little time to spend with his friends, but tonight he joins them for an evening of video gaming.
“You look like a librarian in that sweater,” Gibson teases as Luca sits down to join them.
“So says the guy in the hot pink flamingo vest,” Alex counters.
“Jealous?” Gibson smirks.
“Guys, can we find nothing better to talk about than clothes?” Luca demands. “You all sound like a bunch of girls…”
“I hate losing,” Gibson grumbles after Alex beats him and Luca for the fourth time in a row. “Let’s go out and meet some chicks or something.”
“Can’t,” Alex grins. “April’s coming over later. I think we’re going to get back together again.”
Luca and Gibson both roll their eyes.
“Me and Luca will go alone then,” Gibson decides. Turning to face Luc, he asks, “But you’re going to change right? I mean, a sweater? Seriously?”
“Jealous?” Luca winks.
“We’re getting you laid tonight,” Gibson declares as he settles himself down at a table and surveys his surroundings.
“I told you, Gibson. I’m not ready to start dating yet.”
“Sex does not equal a relationship, dude!” he retorts. “What about her? She’s fiiiine.”
Luca just shakes his head and keeps quiet, hoping that his friend will find another distraction to keep him occupied.
Which he does. Rachel Lancaster arrives a little while later and wholly succeeds at dominating Gibson’s famously short attention span.
That is, of course, until Gibson politely suggests that they move things to the privacy of the elevator, to which Rachel responds that she’ll need much more persuading than that if he expects her to woohoo in public.
Apparently, persuasion is Gibson’s specialty.
Having been ditched by both of his friends in favor of other women, Luca decides that he has had enough and heads home to his life as a bachelor. He doesn’t need a woman in his life, or so he tries to convince himself.
(In the background, Margaret Henson, the mayor’s wife, hits on the semi-famous professional athlete Lucas Fox, but realizing the importance of maintaining a good working relationship between his team and the local government Lucas refuses her advances. That, and Margaret Henson will hit on anything that moves.)
Luca was recently promoted to paramedic, and with his new job comes new responsibilities. Today, he is in charge of running a vaccination clinic at the local cemetery. (Yes, the cemetery…) There have been rumors lately of a mysterious disease killing toddlers and children in rural areas of Sim Nation, but as of yet none of these cases have been confirmed. Still, people are growing uneasy about the whole situation, and in an attempt to stave off panic the county government has decided to hold these free clinics in order to show people that “they care”.
Naturally, none of the vaccinations prevent anything more than the common flu, but it’s the effort that counts (or at least they hope so anyway).
Vanessa Hartwell wonders if ANTIFREEZE is safe to inject into a pregnant woman.
Luca assures her that it is. “After all, I’m a doctor,” he tells her. Well, he will be soon enough…
The following afternoon at the library, Luca has to deal with an unexpected medical emergency. Richard Henson, Jericho’s snooty mayor, is not feeling so well.
Adrienne Rivera looks on in disbelief. “I can’t believe I voted for such a sissy,” she mumbles irritably.
Luca is on the job in minutes. Luckily for Mr. Henson, he just happens to have a pocket-size defibrillator on hand.
Emily watches in awe as Luca checks his vitals, runs through his symptoms, and comes up with a diagnosis. It doesn’t matter to her that the old grouch was just suffering from a sudden onset of food poisoning. In her eyes, Luca is a hero, and she decides right then and there that she wants to be just like him when she grows up.
Evelyn, Emily’s mother, got promoted recently and often works late, so Luca, who lives just next door from them, has begun taking care of Emily in the evenings. Tonight, Emily wants to hear a bedtime story, and Luca happily obliges.
“That was so cool today at the library!” she tells him enthusiastically.
“What? The thing with Mr. Henson?” Luca asks.
“You saved him!” she exclaims.
“From a nasty bout of vomiting perhaps, but nothing more.”
“Would you save me, if I ever got sick?”
Luca smiles and tweaks her nose. “Of course, squirt. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Promise?” she demands with a big fat yawn.
“Promise,” he replies with a smile.
Welcome to my new (…old) legacy! I decided to start over (again) because I was terribly, miserably unhappy with my last attempt, and I really want to write something that I’m proud of. For those of you who followed my old legacy (or legacies), Luca McKinley is Danielle McKinley’s oldest child and my chosen heir. After weeks of consideration, I decided to age him up to a young adult, move him to Jericho, and start fresh. I am so sorry for not finishing up my last generation, but it got to the point where I simply couldn’t bring myself to play anymore due to my frustration with Danielle and her story. At least with Luca I am enjoying myself once again, which is, after all, the whole point of this challenge (in my opinion at least).
Because I’m sure inquiring minds want to know, Gibson, Alex, and April (who is a bit camera shy) are all from Lucky Palms. They were Luca’s childhood school mates and his best friends growing up, and I couldn’t bear to leave them behind in the desert.
Anyway, I just want to say thank you to all of you guys who have stuck with me so far. I am going to do my best with this legacy, and maybe someday I will actually finish ten generations!
P.S. I had no idea that inactive Sims could autonomously woohoo in public, but good ‘ole Gibson had to go and show me a new feature of the game. Of course, Rachel really did refuse his initial woohoo request, but I guess he eventually won her over. =P