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Clary and Ben made it back from Selvadorada with some stories, a bit of cash⦠and no plans to go back to "ordinary life" anytime soon.
They used what they got from their finds and settled a little deeper into Sulani. Found a small place in a chill little community full of people just as free-spirited as them.
Taking it slow, planning their next trip back to Selvadorada, but mostly justβ¦ living π
Also ended up adopting a stray hungry cat they named Noodle πΌ, who now acts like he owns the place and bossing around Ollie the dog π
I the midst of all that chaos, Clarissa and Ben graduated, skipped the whole university plan, and chose adventuresβ¦π΄πβ¨
They rented a tiny RV and headed to Sulani with zero plan. They drove around, met locals, soaked in the culture, and definitely got lost a few times but called it part of the experience ποΈ
And of courseβ¦ they were lowkey obsessed with learning everything about Selvadoradian temples, chasing that one wild dream they once talked aboutβ¦
Time was moving fast, but nothing around Lana seemed to stay in her memory. Most of it blurred together. She was either asleep after crying herself into exhaustion, or drinking just to stop feeling anything at all, only to fall asleep again.
There were a few brief moments when she was fully aware, and in those moments, her thoughts wouldnβt leave her alone. She kept going over everything, trying to understand what she was supposed to do next.
Summer was almost over. Archibald would be home soon.
βWhat was she going to tell him? Should she tell him anything at all? What did Conradβs arrest and betrayal mean for them now? Did she still love him?β
Her heart screamed yes. Her mind couldnβt keep up.
At some point, she realized she couldnβt keep going like this. She needed closure. If not for herself, then at least for Archie.
She tried to pull herself together as best as she could and called to schedule a visit with Conrad. Being his wife still gave her that right, and the visit was approved for the same day.
Driving wasnβt an option. The alcohol was still in her system, so she took the bus. Before long, she found herself standing in front of the prison.
Her stomach twisted the moment she stepped inside. She wasnβt ready for any of it.
βWhat was she even supposed to say? What do people say in a situation like this? Her husband had confessed to crimes, betrayed her, and was now locked away for years.β
Her thoughts crashed against each other like waves against rocks as she sat there waiting for him.
And then Conrad was brought in.
The moment she saw him, everything inside her froze for a moment just to let all the emotions came rushing in at once, overwhelming her completely. Every bit of strength she had gathered disappeared the second their eyes met.
He was seated across from her. So close, yet so far.
The moment she saw him, her heart answered all the questions she had been asking herself. She still loved him. Despite everything.
She was about to speak, to let it all out, but Conrad spoke first.
βHey, Lana. What are you doing here? You shouldnβt have come.β
His tone was cold. Distant. It didnβt sound like him at all.
βWhat? Are you serious right now?β she said, caught off guard.
He looked at her, really looked this time with his gaze particularly lingering on her face.
βWhat happened to your face?β he asked. βDid someone hurt you?β
Lana blinked, stunned.
βSo, after everything thatβs happened, thatβs what you care about?β she snapped. βMy eye? Conrad, whatβs wrong with you? What happened to us?β
βI asked you a question,β he said in a terrifyingly low, sharp voice. βDid someone hurt you? Did someone threaten you?β
βWho cares about that right now?β she shot back. βDo you even hear yourself? Thatβs the least of our problems.β Her voice shook with anger and pain mixing together.
βDonβt you think I deserve an explanation?β she continued. βDonβt you think your son deserves a father? Donβt you think we need to understand what all of this means for our family?β
Conrad didnβt react. His face stayed still.
βDonβt you see whatβs happening?β he said flatly. βOpen your eyes, Lana. Itβs over!β He said it with no emotion at all ... an unfazed, empty look.
For a second, she wasnβt even sure she was looking at the same man.
βWhat do you mean?β her voice cracked. βWhatβs wrong with you? I thought in court youβ¦β
βEverything I said in court was the truth,β he cut her off. βYou need to stop coming here. Focus on your life. On Archie. The divorce will be finalized by the end of the day. The prison lawyer is already handling it. Youβll get the papers today or tomorrow.β
He spoke without hesitation with his eyes locked on hers, unblinking. His tone was so cold it felt like it could freeze the air around them.
Lana couldnβt speak at first and tears were already running down her cheeks. Her hands were trembling, her heart was racing so hard ...it hurt.
βDid he really just say that? Was he always like this? Had she just never seen it?β
βW-what?β she whispered. βA divorce? Finalized? How? What if I refuse?β
βIt doesn't matter...β he said calmly. βBecause of my conviction, the state can process it without you. Iβve given up all rights to our assets. Archie stays with you.β
He paused for a second with no changing expression.
βI want you to move on. Live your life. Be happy. No regrets, no worries.β
Another pause. βJust promise me one thing. Donβt do anything... reckless. Archie needs you.β
For a split second, something in his voice shifted. βIβ¦ Iβm sorry for everything. Goodbye, Lana.β He called the guard.
The officer came in, cuffed his hands, and led him away without another word.
It felt like her whole world had shattered beneath her. Like she was falling from the sky with nothing to hold onto, no way to stop it. The ground was getting closer, and there was nothing she could do but wake up.
All she needed was to wake up.
But no matter how hard she tried, how hard she pinched her skin... she couldnβt.
The rough voice of the guard jolted her out of her βtranceβ.
βMhmβ¦ what?β she looked at him with an unfocused gaze as he tried to get her attention.
βVisiting hours are over, maβam. Please follow me,β he said once she finally reacted.
She was escorted out of the prison and onto an empty street. There was nothing around except an old, shady bar down the road. Her legs carried her there.
A few drinks turned into too many.
At some point, the bartender called out to her as he was closing the bar.
βHuh? What do you mean leave? I just got here,β she protested as he tried to get her out.
βLady, I donβt care. The bar is closed. Leaveβ¦ now,β he said, guiding her outside before shutting the door behind her.
She stumbled toward the nearest bench, barely able to move any further. When she looked around, it was already dark. She had completely lost the track of time. The alcohol had taken over, her body no longer felt like her own.
Too bad it couldnβt numb what was inside.
Her phone buzzed. An email.
βDivorce has now been finalized.β She didnβt need to open it. The title alone was enough.
She dropped onto the bench with panic crashing over he. So this wasnβt a dream. This was real. Her hands shook as she reached for her phone again, her vision blurred with tears. The email was still there, staring back at her.
A dull scream escaped her as she tried to swipe it away, but the phone slipped from her hand and hit the ground.
βAhβ¦ Lana. Look what youβve turned intoβ¦β she muttered under her breath as she reached down for it.
Her fingers fumbled over the screen. After a few swipes, a contact popped up.
Kyle⦠That annoying blond guy who had helped her.
Without thinking, she sent a message. She didnβt even fully understand what she typed there.
Everything after that faded. Darkness.
Then, a voice calling her name.
She tried to open her eyes, but they felt too heavy. After a few slow blinks, her vision cleared just enough to make out a familiar face.
βKyle? What the hell are you doing here? Leave me alone,β she mumbled as he tried to pull her back to her senses.
βLana, for fuckβs sake. What are you doing here, this far from home? What the hell is going on with you?β His voice was too loud, too sharp against her pounding head.
βStop yelling β¦ My head hurtsβ¦just leave me alone like everybody does,β she snapped as her words slurred. βWhy are you even here? Are you following me or something?β
βThe hell are you talking about? You called me, and dragged me here in the middle of theΒ night with very concerning messages, rememberβ¦β he shot back with frustration. βAnd thereβs a thing called GPS. How much did you drink? This needs to stop Lana.β
βI havenβt asked you to come. Just leave me the hell aloneβ¦. All of you just get lostβ¦,β she yelled again with her voice already breaking into tears.
βOkayβ¦ Iβm sorry,β he said, exhaling. His voice softened when he realized she wasnβt in any state to talk. βI didnβt mean to be rude. Please donβt cry... Gee... I really hate to see women cry. Whatever happenedβ¦ I am sure itβs something you can and will get through. But right now, you need to sleep it off. Okay? Let me help you.β
His calmer tone eased her a bit. The panic slowly started to settle. She tried to stand, following his lead, but her body still wouldnβt cooperate.
Kyle helped her to the car, then brought her home and into a bed.
βKnowing where you live this time actually helps,β he said with a quiet chuckle as they walked inside.
Everything around her felt distant, slipping in and out. The empty streets of Oasis Springs blurred with flashes of Kyleβs face, his voice somewhere in the background. The car ride felt like a lullaby pulling her under.
Then suddenly, she was home.
Or at least, it felt like home.
As she opened her eyes, she saw him. He was there, trying to get her to rest, like nothing really happened. How was he here? Was it a dream?
As he moved to get up, she reached out and caught his hand.
βDonβt leave,β she mumbled.
βYou need to sober up and rest,β Kyle said gently, trying to pull his hand away. βAnd I need to get back home. Iβve got work tomorrow.β
But she pulled him closer and kissed him.
It caught him off guard. For a second, he didnβt pull away.
βI love you, Conradβ¦β she whispered before passing out.
βConrad?β Kyle looked at her, confused, but she was already gone.
He stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Then his eyes shifted to a photo on the bedside table. A happy couple smiling back at him.
βSoβ¦ youβre probably Conrad,β he muttered with a faint smirk. βNice knowing you, manβ¦ wherever you are.β
He glanced at Lana one last time, then quietly left.
The next morning, Lana woke up in a state that had already become familiar. Her head pounded, her mouth was dry, and her stomach twisted with nausea.
But there was something elseβ¦something worse.
A bitter, heavy feeling of betrayal.
It didnβt take long for the memories to rush back.
His face. Cold. Distant. Her now β¦ ex-husband?
The way he spoke, so controlled, so detached, as if she had been the problem all along. As if everything that happened was somehow her fault.
The thought alone was hard to process. Her eyes landed on the unfinished bottle nearby.
Without thinking, she grabbed it and took a long sip.
The alcohol spread warmth through her body. It didnβt take the pain away, but it dulled it, brining up something else to the surface.
Anger.
It bubbled up inside her, sharp and consuming.
With a loud scream, she lunged at the photo wall, tearing into it with her hands, scattering memories around her as she clawed at them, ripping them down one by one.
By the time the anger burned out, all that was left was emptiness.
She collapsed onto the cold floor, sobbing.
βHow could you do this to meβ¦ I love.. loved youβ¦ I hate youβ¦ I hate youβ¦ do you hear meβ¦hate you?β she cried out into the empty room with nobody to reply her back.
After everything that happened in court, Lana didnβt even know how she was supposed to feel. It was pure shock speaking. Everything that followed after blurred together, until she found herself waking up in a strange place.
The room was luxurious, nicely decorated⦠but completely unfamiliar.
Her head was pounding. Nausea rolled through her, and she felt completely disoriented. She pushed herself up from the bed, only to realize almost immediately that getting up that fast was a mistake. Her body didnβt cooperate. She stumbled and dropped right back down.
As her vision slowly cleared, she noticed something else.
She wasnβt wearing her clothes.
Instead, she had on an oversized shirt that clearly belonged to a man.
βWhat the heckβ¦?β she muttered, trying to piece together what had happened the night before, but her mind refused to cooperate.
Taking a moment, she carefully stood up again, this time slower, letting her body to adjust. Step by step, she made her way out of the room.
The hallway opened into a spacious living area connected to a kitchen. The place looked clean and polishedβ¦
Then she noticed a man lying on the couch.
Her vision was still slightly blurry, but as she got closer, it started to sharpen. A young blond guy, completely unfamiliar, was sleeping peacefully.
Without giving much thought, Lana snapped.
βHey! You! Wake up!β
βWhat theβ¦β he barked, sitting up.
Then he blinked, recognizing her, and smirked.
βOhβ¦ itβs you. Slept well, princess?β
βPrincess?β Lana shot back, rising her voice. βWho the hell are you? Why am I here? And where are my clothes?!β
βI meanβ¦ good morning to you too,β he said casually.
βIβll answer all your questions,β he added, stretching, βbut maybe after coffee? My brain isnβt exactly working on two hours of sleep.β
He tried to stand, but Lana shoved him back onto the couch and sat beside him.
βNo. You answer me now, or Iβm calling the police and reporting a kidnapping.β
βWaitβ¦what?β he frowned, clearly confused.
βYou kidnapped me. Probably drugged me. Undressed meβ¦God knows what else you did while I was unconsciousβ¦and now youβre acting like this is just a normal morning?β she snapped again. βYouβre in serious trouble if you donβt start talking.β
He stared at her for a second⦠and then burst out laughing.
βWhatβs so funny?β Lana snapped. βDo I sound hilarious to you?β
βActuallyβ¦ yeah,β he said between laughs. βYou sound insane. But also, kinda hilarious.β
βOkay, thatβs it.β She stood up abruptly. βIβm calling the police.β
She looked around.
βWhereβs my phone? Did you take that too?β
βAlright, enough,β he said, rubbing his temples. βRelax. Youβre giving me a headache.β
He took a breath.
βMy name is Kyle. And I have no idea who you are. What I do know is that you were completely wasted. Needed help. If I hadnβt stepped in, youβd probably be sitting in a police holding cell right now.β
He leaned back slightly, watching her reaction.
βYou were trying to rob an ice cream truck,β he added. βDonβt ask me why. I have not a slightest clue. You had no phone, no ID, nothing. And your clothes wereβ¦ letβs just say beyond saving.β
Lana blinked, stunned.
βSo yeah,β he continued, βI got you here, shoved you into a cold shower to sober you up, gave you something to wear, put you in my bed, and let you sleep it off. Thatβs it.β
He gave a small shrug.
βHonestly, I donβt even know why I helped you. Not really my style.β
Then he smiled.
βNowβ¦ can we maybe get coffee and breakfast? Iβm starving. And Iβm guessing you are too.β
Lana just sat there, trying to process everything heβd just said.
βSoβ¦β she finally spoke, βthere was nothing between us last night?β
βI mean,β he smirked, βyou definitely tried. Probably wouldβve succeeded tooβ he paused ββ¦youβre a very attractive woman... But yeahβ¦ not really into that type of quirks ...I prefer my women to be conscious.β
He laughed lightly, then immediately noticed her expression and winced.
βOkayβ¦bad joke. Sorry.β
He raised his hands slightly.
βNo. Nothing happened. I just helped you to bed. Thatβs it.β
He paused.
βWould be nice to know your name, though.β
Lana exhaled.
βItβs Lana,β she said quietly, then added quickly, βand I need to go. Can you give me my clothes back?β
Kyle shook his head as he stood up.
βNice to meet you, Lana. And no canβt doβ¦ those clothes are gone. Completely ruined.β
He gestured toward a nearby door.
βYou can grab something from the wardrobe in the room on the left. Iβm pretty sure youβll find something that works.β
Then he nodded toward the bathroom.
βTake a shower if you want. Iβll make us something to eat.β
He offered his hand.
Lana hesitated. She didnβt trust him. But she didnβt have much of a choice either. And her stomach growled loudly, making the decision for her.
βFine,β she muttered, taking his hand.
He helped her up and guided her toward the bathroom as they passed through the kitchen.
Lana stared at her reflection for a moment, barely recognizing the woman looking back at her. Pale, exhausted, with a dark bruise under her eye.
βWhat theβ¦β she muttered, leaning closer to the mirror. She gently touched her eye, only to flinch at the dull pain.
βWhat the hell happened yesterdayβ¦ You are a terrible drinker, Lana,β she sighed to herself.
Shaking her head, she pulled the shirt off and stepped into the shower. The hot water hit her skin, instantly washing away some of the tension. It felt⦠good. Grounding.
By the time she stepped out, she felt a little more like herself.
She found some clothes in the wardrobe, picked something simple, and made her way back to the kitchen.
The smell hit her immediately. Fresh coffee. Warm food.
βLooks like you managed to get dressed without another adventure,β Kyle smirked, glancing at her. βYou look good. Breakfast?β
He nodded toward the seat beside him.
Lana rolled her eyes. He was clearly enjoying this way too much, and it was starting to get on her nerves.
βThank youβ¦ for letting me borrow clothes. And forβ¦ you knowβ¦β she trailed off.
Kyle looked at her, waiting.
βFor helping me and stuff,β she mumbled, sitting down beside him. Then she added, with a faint smile, βHope this isnβt from some other woman you kidnapped and kept as a trophy.β
Kyle let out a short laugh.
βVery funny. Itβs my girlfriendβs stuffβ¦ well, sort of...β
βI see,β Lana replied, raising a brow. βWonβt she be mad you gave her clothes away?β
Lana didnβt push it further. After a moment, she glanced at him again.
βSoβ¦ donβt you own a shirt or something?β
βWhat?β he laughed. βDonβt tell me you get butterflies?β
βMe? Butterflies? Please,β she shot back instantly.
βUh-huh,β Kyle smirked, taking a bite.
βExcuse me, what is that supposed to mean? Are you even old enough to be having those kinds of thoughts?β Lana fired back with sarcasm.
Kyle leaned back slightly, eyeing her with a lazy grin.
βRelax,β he said. βIf I were too young, youβd probably be the one in trouble right nowβ¦ and after last night, Iβm starting to think you already have a talent for that.β
βOkay, whatever,β Lana snapped. βI honestly donβt even know why I stayed. I need to go.β She pushed herself up from the chair.
βCome on,β Kyle said with a small smile. βAnd youβre calling me a child? At least finish your breakfast.β
But she was already halfway to the door. A second later, it slammed behind her.
Kyle stayed where he was. βWellβ¦ that went well.β
He leaned back, staring ahead for a moment, trying to convince himself that whatever her deal was, it wasnβt his problem.
βAh, for fuckβs sakeβ¦β he exhaled, as he realized that she had no phone, no money. And somehow, that made it his problem.
Outside, Lana stopped in the middle of the street as it finally hit her. San Myshuno.
She was nowhere near home. And completely stuck. No phone. No money.
βGreat, Lana. Youβre doing amazingβ¦ god damn it,β she muttered to herself.
βHey, grumpyβ¦ you didnβt get very far, huh.β
She froze at the sound of already familiar voice.
βStop being so stubborn,β Kyle added as he caught up to her, slightly out of breath. βAt least let me drive you home.β
Lana took a slow breath. If it wasnβt for him, who knew where she wouldβve ended up. Deep down, she was grateful. But God, he was so full of himself. Stillβ¦ she didnβt really have a choice.
βUghβ¦ fine,β she muttered.
βYouβre welcome, by the way,β he smirked. βCarβs this way.β
The drive wasnβt long, but her hangover made it feel twice as bad. Every bump of the road hit like hammer. She just stayed quiet, focusing on holding herself together.
βCute place,β Kyle said as they pulled up.
βThank you for the rideβ¦ and for helping me,β Lana replied with more serious voice. βEven if you were incredibly annoying.β She turned, ready to head inside.
βHey, wait.β Kyle stopped her. βListenβ¦ I donβt know what pushed you to get where you were yesterday, but I get it. Iβve been there and Iβm not judging you.β
βGee, thanks,β she said, a little sharper than she meant to as her eyes dropped to the box in his hand. βWhatβs that?β
βItβs a phone,β he said, holding it out. βFigured you probably lost yours. I had a spare.β
She blinked, caught off guard.
βItβs got my number in it,β he added with a small grin. βIn case you need saving again.β He chuckled. βAnywayβ¦ it was nice meeting you, Lana. Take care.β
Before she could say anything, he was already back in his car.
Lana looked down at the box in her hands.
βThis guyβ¦ I swear,β she muttered, then turned and walked inside.
Just as she closed the door behind her, there was a knock.
Lana let out a tired sigh.
βListen, Kyle, Iβm grateful for the help, but you really need toβ¦β
She opened the door and stopped mid-sentence.
βValerio?β
βWhoβs Kyle?β he asked immediately, stepping inside before she could answer. He pulled her into a tight hug.
βLana, where were you?β His voice was tense. βWeβve been trying to reach you all night. I checked every database I could think of, just in case something happened. Dadβs been calling hospitalsβ¦β
The words kept coming, one after another, until her head started pounding again.
βIβm fine,β she said, pulling away. βValerio, Iβm fine. You donβt have to worry.β
He didnβt look convinced. βYou disappeared, Lana. Of course weβre worried.β
Then he noticed her face. ββ¦Whatβs that?β he asked, stepping closer. βDid someone hurt you?β
He reached for her, but she quickly slapped his hand away and turned, dropping onto the couch.
βNothing happened,β she replied with irritation. βI slipped in the shower. Thatβs it.β
βYou donβt have to lie to me,β he said quietly.
βIβm not lying,β she barked, looking up at him. βCan you just drop it?β She exhaled, rubbing her temples. βArenβt you supposed to be in Windenburg already? Iβll be fine. I justβ¦ need to be alone. Please.β
Valerio hesitated, clearly torn. ββ¦Fine,β he said at last, though he didnβt sound convinced. βBut at least call Mom. Sheβs worried sick.β
βMhm...β
He gave her one last look and left, closing the door behind him.
Lana sat there, staring at nothing for a moment.
Seeing him⦠hearing him talk about yesterday⦠it dragged everything back up. Everything she was trying so hard not to think about. And that only made the anger worse.
With a frustrated breath, she reached for the phone Kyle had given her and called Nova.
The conversation went exactly how she expected. Nova sounded relieved but emotional.
βAre you okay? Where were you? We were so worriedβ¦β
βIβm fine, Mom,β Lana cut in. βReally. I just needed some space.β
She could hear the concern in Novaβs voice, but somehow, it only made Lana more irritated. βI said Iβm fine,β she repeated. βI donβt need anything, okay?β
After a few more words, she ended the call. Her eyes drifted to the bar shelf, the one she and Conrad used for special occasions.
Without thinking too much about it, she stood up, grabbed the first bottle she saw, and poured herself a drink. Then another.
Each sip made things quieter. The thoughts didnβt hit as hard. For a while.
Eventually, she made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
As the water ran over her, her head started to clear⦠and everything came rushing back.
The court. Conrad. The tears came like a storm. At first quiet⦠then harder.
By the time she stepped out, she felt drained, emotinally empty.
She barely made it to the bed before collapsing onto it as exhaustion finally took over.
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We (me and my husband) really liked the new town. But the palm trees⦠they seemed a bit out of place. So, we decided to replace the world's palm trees and tropical trees with pine, larch and aspen, to give the town a more northern feel, bringing it closer to Copperdale and Moonwood Mill. Especially since now is the perfect time for autumn movies and detective stories featuring small towns nestled in pine forests...
There are three versions of the mod in the archive.
The first β completely removes the palm trees, making the town's locations more open. It's best suited for filling the vacated space with the TOOL mod by TwistedMexi.
The second β replaces the palm trees with pine and aspen trees, which matches the mixed coniferous forest.
The third β is the same as the second, but with greener aspens.
Welcome to Gibby Point North!
Install as usual in the Mods folder in my documents.
Note: Palm trees in other towns are also affected by the mod in some places. If you play them and need palm trees, you can remove the mod.
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If you post the mod on your site, please provide a link to the original. If you have any problems with the mod, please write to me!
Gshade preset is here: VINTAGE WINTER by starshipcap.
Are your Sims prematurely graying? Do they like the salt and pepper look? Are they over the age of 70 but still look 40-something? If so, try out the Graying Overlay! Now even your blues, greens, and rainbow beards can have streaks of gray!
Face Paint category
12 swatches, 3 for each type of facial hair
Works on any color of base game full beard, goatee, and mustache
I did it, it's not perfect, but I like it... My struggle with eyes in The Sims is a never-ending story: sometimes it's not bright and cartoonish enough, sometimes it's too bright and cartoonish, sometimes it's too flat, and there's these black sclera everywhere... So you can understand my pain...
A huge thank you to my favorite and best person on earth @hellegon β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ for compiling and configuring the files. I couldn't have done it without you.
Download it or don't download it, it's just another pair of eyes...
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I made an EA palette and just a palette I thought looked nice.
As a reminder, there should only be one default replacement.
To try it out, you can download lenses with all the colors and try them on.
I might make more colors, but it's not certain.
I am also delighted every time you tag me when you use my buildings or ΡΡ π
Yes, I love white sclera - if you want to darken it, you can use, for example, different sclera scleras, like the pan-example from Northern Siberia Winds
If I screwed up somewhere and made a mistake, understand and forgive.π₯π₯π₯
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