Start from Part I

Ok, here’s where the light-hearted alternative comes in. Don’t read the following post unless you’re up for an emotional challenge. Instead, have a shiny new character page.

Character page!

It’s got evidence that I’m trying my hand at digital art and am also very, very new to digital art and drawing in general. So I’m hoping you can expect more of that in the future. GET HYPED

And don’t say I didn’t warn you.

This would be the last of the noontime calls Aileen made, she told herself. It had to be dire if she was calling instead of texting. And yet Claudia had been clear on where she stood with her friends showing up unannounced, the key word being ‘don’t.’ Aileen’s cell phone fell silent after the fourth ring. Claudia’s voice was on the other end, but it was the pre-recorded voice apologizing for not being able to get to the phone right now and that you’d have to say whatever you were going to starting with the beep. Beep. She ended the call.

‘Sup Joaquin

Though she hated to admit it, Aileen knew that the pre-recorded voice spoke the truth: the coast was never clear. There’s no other reason Claudia wouldn’t have contacted her by now.

As the author of Double Negative: How to Make Bad Emotions Work For You, Emotional Support for the Non-Highly-Sensitive, and, fittingly, After He Cheats, Aileen knew the best option was to ditch the formulas and do whatever she wanted. Aileen’s books weren’t extra-long checklists, like the eight-minute YouTube tutorials for two paragraphs worth of information, but rather told people what not to do, what didn’t work, and how to train their awareness and intentions so they’d be prepared for the situation in the title. What she’d wanted earlier was to let Claudia call the shots. Doesn’t matter how many damn books she’s written. Claudia’s the general and Aileen’s the private making sure the upstairs bedroom is nice and yellow, just in case.

Now her intuition told her she couldn’t operate like this, on assumed information, on orders given before some unexpected event took away Claudia’s ability to change them, the orders. Besides, staring at a dead text chain was starting to erode her calm façade. She was done waiting. Staying dormant was starting to become painful, like a fetal chick straining against its shell, and going against Claudia’s wishes was the only way to move forward.

Look ok so I’ve gotten better at building but I won’t be offended if someone’s brought to the floor laughing at how fugly the J.-E. house is

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to re-install a bar: access to juice or not, Claudia’s mixology obsession was going to interfere with her healing process, Aileen hypothesized.

There was a loophole Aileen found while rationalizing her decision to cross the street—Aileen was fully aware she was rationalizing and pushed the guilt aside—which was that she doesn’t need to reveal her presence, just sneak up to a window and creep on the J.-E. household. The lights were on, so at least some of the Jeong-Espinosa goings-on were visible from the street, but Aileen still shielded her eyes against the overwhelming outdoor brightness.

If you’re curious about the creative process for these, even just as to why it takes so long to write them, my draft of the text between those two images was ((she look in the wondows)). And it’s Thursday.

Aileen’s shoulders fell as she saw Claudia, upright and in her natural cheery state, and the pit of her stomach dropped as she realized why Claudia was in high spirits. Didn’t he have work? So Aileen had her suspicions confirmed. Miss Sunshine was being watched. Diligently, if all she could text was “Ok.” It struck Aileen that if he were taking the day off for unrelated reasons, he still would’ve left his wife alone for at least a couple minutes in the past hour, even just for a bathroom break or to dick around on the internet.

And whether jealousy or logic was the source, she felt her gut pick up on something in Claudia’s joy. Aileen wrenched her eyes away from the seated jackass and observed her friend, trying to pinpoint what her intuition felt was so important it had to rearrange her insides. It was genuine giddiness. She wasn’t playing along in a juice-fueled haze. Being juiced up would have been a better option than being caught in his charm. That could have been it: Claudia’s playfulness meant another day of wasting away in her cage, if not another week, and her failure to contact Aileen was a sign she didn’t want to hear that escape talk anymore. But that would have caused a dull dread, an empathetic response to ennui, not the snapping full-body dread that reminded Aileen of those screeching-cat Halloween posters. She exhaled the tension in her chest as she thought, letting her eyes glaze over as some unheard joke sent Claudia’s body folding in on itself, convulsing as she choked with laughter.

She was clutching her stomach. Wheezing. Hysterical. No.

Okay—if you’re fandom-blind or just coming in to this chapter, you need to know something about the Sims 4 mechanics: if sims get too angry, embarrassed, or playful, they can die. And while other works put the sims in a more real-life-y environment, this one is set within their world, and it’s been repeatedly established that emotional deaths are a thing in Catastrophe Theory’s universe, and those references are always to the same emotional death, and they’re always pointing out a specific person’s potential to cause them. Aileen herself acknowledged it. So anyway, that’s why she’s flipping out

How was she—how was he allowing this to happen? Watching Claudia stumble to the kitchen with her empty juice glass caused Aileen, already fully hypersensitive, to jump with each involuntary shake. Whether or not she’d abandoned the plan was moot. This was an emergency. Aileen darted around to the side of the house to catch Claudia’s attention from the kitchen windows, now that she’d put some distance between herself and her tormentor. They were too high up. Screw the deck!

Aileen scampered back to her post by the front door, focusing her vision enough to see the jackass’s smug look as he casually displayed his showmanship, leaning back in the chair with his pecs and triceps on display before reversing the direction of motion, resting his chin on both hands, forearms on the bar, like a child waiting for a story. Whatever he said caused Claudia to almost drop her juice glass in the dishwasher.

He prided himself on being perceptive. He was always going on about how the greatest comedians knew their audience. He’d been watching Claudia closely enough to figure something was off, apparently. And yet he could ignore her loss of motor control? Aileen could feel Claudia’s breathless pain from behind the glass, and that pain was building up into rage. Forget the plan. Forget strategy. Forget politeness. She formed a fist and banged sideways on the door, blind with urgency.

Hahaha what in the McMansion Hell even is this. Look, I’m an auditory person in a visual community. I’m constantly playing catch-up with y’all.

Aileen watched him lean back in the barstool to get a better view of the sim at the front door. She thought she saw his eyes widen, perhaps in recognition, or maybe Aileen’s face was more animalistic than she could control. Claudia didn’t react to the knock. In her jittery state, throwing liquids into a shaker took all her attention.

Her husband held up his pointer finger to Aileen and mouthed one second.

She may not have one second, dipshit! Aileen roared into the air, glowing a demonic red, and again pounded the door with her fist. That got Claudia’s attention, and as Aileen locked eyes with her, the look of confusion she gave was like cool water in the veins, relief that her friend could stop smiling long enough for another breath.

Claudia moved to the door before her husband caught her forearm and said something unintelligible. And then the confusion vanished. Aileen surmised that he followed up the physical knocking with “Who’s there?”, just the kind of goofiness Claudia was all over. And damn it all, it was working. Aileen was shut out. Not for good, though. Even if she couldn’t get in, she could figure out how to restore Claudia’s mood—fast—before it worsened. So she had some options. Social interactions, especially mean ones, negative ones, would be efficient, but possibly not enough. If she could keep her breakfast down, flirting with the jackass would dredge up old memories and wreck the mood for good. But lord, that was a last resort.

To rub it in—my inadequacy at building—here’s a house someone else made

That’s when Aileen remembered a detail of her own infidelity-related arguments. When she thought arguing with Xiyuan would temper the blow from their inevitable divorce, she’d done her yelling in the study. It’s where they kept that damn painting. She couldn’t explain it herself, but looking at that painting made her want to slap people and throw shit. She had to get it.

Mood-altering objects: those were another option. Aileen’s mind immediately wandered to mood potions. It was a controversy she couldn’t figure out herself: chemically inducing emotions had its benefits, here for example, but most sims saw getting high—i.e., getting their feelings into the triple-digits; i.e., high numbers—as immoral or at the very least unnatural, casting scorn on anyone who got their happiness from a cup. And returning to normal from mood-altering substances felt like a crash, which some sims believed lead to dependence. Aileen didn’t know. This wasn’t her wheelhouse.

But it wasn’t a debate to have now, and for once Aileen felt thankful that she’d have no trouble convincing Claudia to drink something. She considered her options. Happy Potions (what a euphemism!) were seriously out of the picture. Confident and Flirty Potions as well: it’s not clear what direction the confidence would swing in—stay or go—and Aileen couldn’t drag a flirty Claudia away from that hunk. Likewise, give Claudia an Inspired Potion and she’d be tethered to the bar. Focused Potions had no foreseeable problems. But what says run-and-get-the-hell-out like an Energizing Potion? Right? Aileen purchased one and tucked it away in her inventory for later.

We’re playing with Meaningful Stories rules if you must know. We’re not playing with Basemental rules because why artificially introduce amphetamines when we have Energizing Potions?

There was that stupid painting. Plasma-vomiting sun indeed. That’s what Aileen needed right now, to wreck her friend’s perpetually sunny mood with a reminder that the star’s only bright because it’s made up of fusion reactions. So this horrid thing had a use after all. Environmental modifiers could work faster than substances, especially if she could make Claudia look at them. Negative emotions tampered giddiness better than positive ones. She swiped the cursed artwork into her inventory.

Tearing out of the study, Aileen looked around her living room at her collectibles. Date rose, awful idea for aforementioned reasons. Those MySims figurines she keeps needing to throw out, even worse. The crystals she puts on the floor near the home gym—she didn’t know, something about crystals made her want to do push-ups—sure, fine. But nothing else in the house made her feel sad or angry, especially since the purge of all things light pink.

Discomfort! How could she forget! Aileen slapped herself in the forehead for remembering the fastest way to ruin a room, and then again for realizing her house was spotless. If only she’d kept dirty dishes or spoiled food around, she’d walk around with a rancid inventory even if it bugged her to the core. But there wasn’t time to make trash: she had the sun painting, the mood potion, the crystal if that was going to do anything, and socially, she could be downright nasty if it meant saving Claudia’s life.

If—no, she might already be too late. The thought pulled Aileen out of the house, full speed towards the Jeong-Espinosa residence without checking the road for bikes.

She charged up the steps and smashed her face to the window. Claudia’s cackling still shook the walls. Thank the stars she wasn’t too late. But mixed with the relief, Aileen felt each gasp in her own throat, the sound echoing down her own spine, as she stood on the wrong side of the door. She’d knock once more. Maybe try to make it more polite this time, like to put on a show that this is a fun neighbor thing until she can shove faces into the blasted sun painting. She used her knuckles this time.

They didn’t react. Aileen squinted through the window and saw the couple in the kitchen, the tiles bouncing with giggles. This wasn’t the time! Damn this!

She thought she’d pull out her phone one more time, maybe try to get Claudia’s attention from the porch. Bernard’s last two texts popped up.

Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 11 8:53:17 AM): Do not hesitate to request this.
Bernard Shallot-Liu (Summer 11 8:54:13 AM): The same goes for you, Aileen, although I foresee no difficulties if the matter is in your capable hands.

There was no use for pride here. No reason to refuse help. She tore her eyes from the door to type her response.

Aileen Jensen (Summer 11 2:33:05 PM): The plan didn’t work. He’s still here and she’s hysterical.
Aileen Jensen (Summer 11 2:33:40 PM): They’re not letting me in, so I’m waiting for Hector to come home from school.
Aileen Jensen (Summer 11 2:34:23 PM): We need to stabilize her mood. Grab any negative-mood-inducing objects in your house and head over here AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

And Aileen found herself waiting again. Glaring through the door as her anger radiated into the suffocating summer air. Adopting a calming pranayama, counting out each breath, while telling herself Claudia’s breaths weren’t numbered. She had weapons. Reinforcements. White-hot will.

This wouldn’t be Claudia’s last laugh.

Sunshine and Laughter (Part IX)
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14 thoughts on “Sunshine and Laughter (Part IX)

  • June 28, 2020 at 11:25 am

    Oh, wow! This was great! I love when in-game reality is treated seriously!

    • July 5, 2020 at 1:03 am

      I have to say, that is *not* the reaction I expected you to have!

      • July 5, 2020 at 1:38 am

        It was just really exciting story crafting! So engaging, and treating in-game consequences so realistically. I had to have my gen 2 legacy spare plea for the heir when she died from hysteria, and I’ve had a few party guests die that way so all the planning you presented about how to effect the mood felt so real. It’s really one of my favorite chapters because it’s so well done!

      • July 5, 2020 at 3:46 pm

        Oh my goodness, what a nice sentiment to wake up to! And this story is supposed to be about how the Sims have a different relationship with death than we do, so it’s about time we talked about emotional deaths.

  • July 21, 2020 at 10:21 pm

    First of all, LOVE the character page. Read it all and was reminded of how much my heart beats for Bernard and Chantel.

    Second of all, I don’t know what to say. Somehow, you ended up creating a tense and moving chapter based around something as absurd as the fact that sims can die from laughing too hard. I mean…it worked. Like…in less capable hands it might have been silly but this was…masterful.

    That’s all I can say.

    Oh wait. the only other thing I can say is that building is really hard. Every time I have a fantasy of building something in game for my story, I quickly disabuse myself of the notion because I don’t have the patience or the skills. Like every once in awhile I can throw out something decent and that’s it. I’ve used up all my skills for the next thousand years.

    • July 22, 2020 at 4:28 pm

      Yeah, if you deconstruct it, the fact that sims can die from laughing too hard is incredibly disturbing. I’m amazed I don’t run into too many other works that treat high-Comedy sims as dangerous or blend the game mechanics with the negative real-life consequences humor can have. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough.

      Masterful—daaaang, that made my week. I’m already freaking loving the discussion around this chapter. It’s like, stories like yours are gripping from the beginning, but CT dicks around for a bit in Book I before evolving, and we’re finally, FINALLY, seeing the heavy emotional payoff I’ve been planning the whole time. And this is just the beginning.

      I can’t build for shit though.

  • October 14, 2020 at 1:56 pm

    Argh, what a cliffhanger! That’s a really interesting take on their reality and the parameters they live in. But damn, if Claudia, of all people, with her deeply engrained unhappiness, a prisoner of her own kind of hell, dies of laughter… well that would be an impressive level of irony I can definitely get on board with.

    • October 16, 2020 at 3:51 pm

      WOOMP there it is.

      This is one of the times I wish it were easier to browse SimLit, because I’m having a hard time believing that no one else has thought to tie the Hysteria death mechanic into humor as a form of domestic abuse. Someone has to have done it already, right?

      • October 17, 2020 at 2:09 am

        Not to my knowledge! Not that I’ve read all simlit there is, though I’ve read a fair bit. Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen many that include the emotional death mechanic that much – emotional deaths are not that easy to achieve, hysteria especially. (Until we got toddlers, that is, haha. Produced a legion of tiny murderers, that 😆).

  • February 11, 2021 at 9:07 am

    Aileen! Heck yeah. I have been missing her! These screenshots are the best, by the way. Aileen sneaking around… it’s beautiful. Really sets the mood. I always admire people who actually go through the effort of using poses for story-based screenshots… it definitely adds to the story loads, but more often than not, I just can’t be bothered with them myself. Makes it all the nicer seeing them in others’ stories, though! Actually, the screenshots are really good in this whole chapter! They really stand out… I’m very impressed.
    And Aileen… Aileen is just beautiful. She’s such an icon. That screenshot where she’s sighing angrily… girl. Love her. :$
    Do you decorate your Sims’ houses yourself? Cause if so, major kudos… Aileen’s place is beautiful and so perfectly fitting with the whole modern, polished vibe there.
    I love how you use text messages as this extra medium, in a sense, to enrich your story with. It really makes the story feel more alive and makes the characters feel more alive and connected with each other. It’s a really good technique!
    Also, as I’ve said before, I love how you deal with in-game features and blending them into your story. I’ve found that a lot of Sims stories try to go for an as realistic vibe as possible which makes absolute sense, but it makes it refreshing when folks like you actually use the in-game features and embed them into your story. A true Sims story indeed… haha.

    (This is Fierande/Firande/donaeis/Fig btw… WordPress keeps logging me out so I’ve been having some issues commenting.)

    • February 20, 2021 at 5:28 pm

      Hahaha, you caught the poses I made! You’ve seen Merc and Ferosh’s work? They are the screenshot masters. Ferosh has an entire damn Poses and CC Cited list at the end of every one of her carefully tailored chapters, and Merc once made I think SEVENTY (70), SEVEN-ZERO poses for a single chapter.

      How nice of you to say something about my interior design after you’ve seen the exterior of my buildings 🙂 Pfft. I appreciate the builders, designers, and CC makers for what they do, but I won’t deny that they’re going to get an extra kick out of the story due to all my shitty design. But Aileen’s foyer and living room are things I redecorated recently, so you did pick out the better bits.

      I’m slightly concerned that the takeaway of this chapter for a couple people is “oh, cool! In-game elements!” rather than “oh god oh no oh fuck,” but, should I really have expected anything else from those who can stomach this much CT?

      Congrats on finishing your Masters, by the way!

  • November 27, 2021 at 1:57 pm

    Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy

    I’ve said this a zillion times but the tension buildup for this chapter is SO GOOD. That’s why I’m taking the time to reread CT. I find that with writing like this, where the author puts this much effort into the execution — I’m talking really intricate stuff where there’s so much information lurking that you’re inevitably going to miss it if you only read it once — that the second read is even more satisfying than the first, even if I already know what’s going to happen. It’s not about some snappy plot. It’s not about shock value. CT has high rereadability because of how expertly you’ve woven themes and foreshadowing even before you dialed up the tension. This chapter in particular is my favorite from a structural and pacing perspective.

    She exhaled the tension in her chest as she thought, letting her eyes glaze over as some unheard joke sent Claudia’s body folding in on itself, convulsing as she choked with laughter.

    Shit’s gettin’ real! Looks like someone else beat me to it, but yeah, isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think? That Claudia “I use juice and laughter to cope” Espinosa is in danger because of the latter? (idk if sims can die from alcohol.) So you’ve established that in CT’s game-mechanic-compliant universe, laughter is a dangerous coping mechanism. And that despite that bright yellow aura, Claudia is still just plain sad. She faked it so hard she may not make it. Guhh!!

    Hurry up Aileen! (C’mon Aileen!)

  • May 15, 2022 at 1:21 pm

    My heart is literally racing.

    We’re told so often how perceptive Mike is as a comedian. We’ve been shown so often how Mike uses his perceptiveness to fuel his (twisted) humor. Claudia’s hysterical and Mike hasn’t left her alone for a second. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and that is the darkest thing I can imagine.

    • May 19, 2022 at 3:42 pm

      The darkest thing, huh? Well—uh, uhhhh. Uhhh. Anyway, there’s still a chapter left and my lips are sealed.

      Let me also say, I’m so glad this story ended up being worth your time! Few people read up to this point but it’s always exciting to watch someone new experience these two chapters for the first time.


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