#wip... thursday?

He is not prepared for this, instead.

What do you want to do with him?

Make him pay. Make him an example.

Elizabeth's pain is cold and fierce, carved out of the many fresh losses, and now she has the possibility of balancing it all, and who wouldn't, really.

"Oh, darling, that cloud looks like a fully-replaced outdoor grill!"

"And that one looks like a weirdly shiny wooden bathtub! What's up with that?"

"And look! It's the Watcher's Greatest Mistake!"

"Seriously, WHAT was that supposed to be? It looks almost like a shelf or something."

"And over there, I think that might be the Watcher's attempt at a fish tank? A fish floating near some grass?"

"And that's a weirdly modern skeletal toy bear? That looks similar to the one our daughter plays with, only it's a revenant?"

"Shush, my love. We were so busy roasting our deity that she forgot to actually notice if the grill works as intended."

It's true, I sent their servant Pontus to make fish on the grill and then forgot to watch him do the grilling. But it does work and we have the hot dogs to prove it.

So the object replacement project is proceeding apace! By which I mean some things are working and some things have gone horribly awry.

For instance, I was able to get this to appear in-game in place of the five-gallon aquarium. The original object, by Deedee and Chimerical, is excellent and makes a very nice, timeless fish tank solution (I'm pretty sure people could make spherical fish bowls before they could make rectangular panes of glass stick to each other in a watertight fashion) but when I tried to moosh it and the in-game aquarium together I just broke everything, and sims reset if they try to interact with it. Back to the drawing board.

Moe P. Cuddlebones, on the other hand, is staying; I got the Snuggly version to appear in the toddler teach-to-talk interaction and while I don't know why his modern, gothier version appears in the clouds, I can live with it.

The shelf thing... I have no freaking clue. I don't know what it was supposed to be before, I don't know what abomination I made it into instead, and I'm probably going to need to take out my whole downloads folder to figure it out.

The tent is almost stiflingly warm. 

Her eyelids droop, lulled by the singing and the heat and the exhaustion of two week’s march. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to close her eyes for only a moment. She alternates between brief seconds of resting her eyes and opening them fuzzily, determined to stay awake, but the men around the campfire are becoming increasingly blurred and shapeless. 

She should find her way back to the tent, she thinks. 

She doesn’t remember falling asleep. 

When she starts awake, she realizes she’s slumped onto Alistair’s shoulder. There’s a wet patch on his jacket from where she’s been drooling open-mouthed. With as much discretion as she can muster, she licks the corner of her mouth clean and slowly picks her head back up.

Alistair, to his credit and to her shame, continues watching the festivities as though he had not noticed her weight on him or her sudden snort of consciousness. Her cheeks burn. 

“Sorry,” she mumbles, casting a sideways glance at him. Alistair looks completely unperturbed.

“Long day?” He asks, playful amusement tinging the words, and she’s grateful he doesn’t draw attention to the wet spot on his shoulder or tease her for falling asleep on him. 

“I - yes. I’m sorry, Alistair.”

He casts a sidelong glance at her, grinning. “I didn’t sleep right for a week after my Joining. Nearly fell asleep on patrol, nodded off right on top of my horse.” He stretches his legs out, flexing his toes straight, and scratches at his chin. “Would you like to go to bed early? I can escort you back to the tent.” 

Clank is my computer.