#hinoki plott

As for Mom, you'll be interested to hear that she's officially sworn off all psychedelics.

She told me that it's because she's finally ready to work through her grief instead of tossing her memories in the multidimensional pocket lake.

I got a text from her earlier today, apparently she strong-armed the content house guys into cleaning out her temporary painting studio for her.

Told me she's thinking of taking up pottery next.

She also sent me about about a dozen pictures of Orange with a bunch of sweat and fire emojis - she definitely still wants him to put a baby in me.

And I mean fuck look at him - who wouldn't?

It's tough out here being a dedicated kinda-girlfriend for the first time in my life. I really think I should be given a prize for being so virtuous.

I really hope Mom finds what she's looking for.

The first few years after Val went missing were super touch and go, and I don't think she ever got to process any of it. She definitely deserves some peace.

Hinoki: Baby girl, do you know who I am? Vera: I mean, I’ve seen some of your movies. Not the 𝘶𝘩 dirty ones though.

This- this is weird right?

Hinoki: I’ve thought about this moment for so long, what I’d do, the things that I could say to make it right. Vera: It's really fine, honestly.

Hinoki: No. No darling it's not.

Vera: Did you regret it? Hinoki: Of course I did. Years later, after I'd already made my choices, terrible as they may have been for everyone. It couldn't have gone any other way.

Hinoki: On the bright side, you definitely lucked out not having to grow up with me as a mother.

Vera: Don't say that.

Hinoki: Vera. Look at yourself. Listen to me.

You are so much more than I ever could have hoped for.

Hinoki: Popstar - Poppy: How are you feeling?

Hinoki: Older than I pay my surgeon to look, but slightly more lucid than the time I was being passed around by a trio Tibetan monks.

Poppy: I- I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing at this point. Hinoki: And I don't even think they were real monks.

Hinoki: I have this strange feeling I've missed a rather large chunk of the story. Have you joined some sort of circus act for wandering lesbians? Poppy: It's complicated. Hinoki: I'll try to keep up.

Poppy: Remember when Obaasan got me that receptionist job after high school? Hinoki: Not even a little. Poppy: Okay… well what about the big Detective Board Chad and I set up in the basement six months ago? Hinoki: I thought you just really liked string.

Poppy: Mom - moving forward there's going to be a lot of things I can't fully explain.

I just hope you can be proud of me. For the person I choose to be.

Hinoki: Of course I'm proud of you Poppy. I couldn't asked for a stronger daughter. Poppy: What about Kale? Hinoki: Who?

Poppy: Speaking of terrible parenting decisions -

The week had posed far too many questions for Poppy's taste. Simple ones, personal ones, completely fucking unhinged ones - 009 felt lucky to have made it through with even a few new answers.

She was now a full time Agent of UNIT, no more training, no more probation. Whatever cryptic bullshit the Watcher had planned for her - Poppy would be ready for it. But seriously - why did it have to be her?

So much had been left unexplained. Loose threads to a much grander design danced delicately just above the surface of a mirrored lake. She'd seen the ending to one story today. It was the beginning that worried her now.

But that was for a much different tomorrow, hopefully one flung far, far in the future.

M: [OVER RADIO] I was delving into the Everyday Extras Talent Agency Records, looking for any connection - any thread.

Vera: And? M: I found something.

M: The whole "Oasis Spring Influencer Retreat" was set up by an anonymous shell media company.

M: Problem is there's little to no information on it, besides materializing out of thin air a few months ago. No names attached, no internet presence, nothing.

Kate: Even a toddler could pick out that obvious a scam. Any connections?

M: Not that I could find at first. But you're right, the whole thing was covered in red flags.

Poppy: If it seemed sketchy why would they book it?

M: They didn't - at first. But someone pushed it through. Someone with serious celebrity star power.

Vera: Bublé? M: No. Worse.

Kate: Mariah Carey!? If she's here that means- M: I know. How fast can you get back here? I've diverted the UNIT cleaners to the ranch, but it looks like they're getting ready to make a run for it.

M: And 009 - They've got your Mom too.

Vera: What are we looking for?

M: Big Yellow School Bus. But be careful, it looks like the Curator showed up to play escort.

Poppy: Sounds like a party.

M: Oh - and uh. One more thing? // LOUD KNOCKING // Buble: Housekeeping!

M: HELP ME!

Vera: [ FRANTIC ] M? Charlie? Alpha Five to Charlie, Come in Charlie!! MAYA!?

Watch your back in there... 🔪

Happy Simblreen 2023! :)

Contrary to what they had been telling themselves all morning, the Agent and the Cowboy were not fine. An unstoppable force had met an immovable object, and they were both just bullheaded enough to keep pushing.

But on the other side of the ridge, 𝗣𝗼𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀.

Logically, she decided to start with the most immediate problem and work out from there. (🎵 ) Namely, the first being that - 𝗣𝗼𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀.

She had done as instructed, following her mother into the structure, eyes closed- a generous reprieve from the desert landscape that had begun to roll and twist around her.

But when she reopened her eyes, instead of the expected dark interior of the tent, she instead found herself -

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗘𝗹𝘀𝗲.

The glassy mirror of the water rippled out with each step, each disturbance upon it's surface.

The ethereal lake seemed to extend endlessly in every direction, edges cloaked by a low hanging fog, while remnants of the landscape she had left moments ago stuck out of the quiet pool like old memories.

Poppy: 𝘔𝘰𝘮? What the fuck did you do?

Poppy: You- 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦!

Hinoki: Only a little bit. Just enough so we could have this chance to talk. (🎵) Poppy: I - You - 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 -

Hinoki: 𝘚𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩. Just listen.

Hinoki: I found this place with your father years ago. After I came back from Tartosa - you were still so little.

It was 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 - imagine hot-boxing in a yurt, completely nude at a 50 person orgy in the Komorebian mountains when all of a sudden - you find yourself somewhere else. 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹.

Poppy: Okay - and why are we here now? Hinoki: Baby, this place… It's not just some drug induced apparition. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲. A shared space between every life we've ever lived, 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗹.

Hinoki: It was in this pocket space where I found I was able to peek behind the curtain. Into the lives of other versions of myself, running adjacent to my own.

In one life I had a son who I abandoned in a pizza box in Moonwood Mill- in another a set of twins- also abandoned. In every single life - the same terrible mistake. 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 and 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧. Mistakes that I ran from.

Ones I'm still running from.

Poppy: So you're a terrible mother in every universe or whatever, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. But that still doesn't explain why you dragged me in here with you. I mean- Are we even still talking? Back there? Can they hear us? Hinoki: 𝙔𝙚𝙨, as a precaution we've only dipped one foot in. Any more could get dangerous. Poppy: Dangerous?

Hinoki: In small doses, this between space is easy enough to slip in and out of.

But linger too long and there's a risk of separation - the soul becoming detached, lost, corrupted. No longer being able to find it's way back it's host- our bodies in the material. With no way back, you would be left completely catatonic.

Hinoki: But sometimes, when the pain builds up- I come here to forget.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. After a time they always return, but for a short while I am able to leave the heavier ones here.

Dealing with a few pieces of my mind at a time became easier than living with the whole.