It’s strange, having to move away from the town you grew up in. But I think leaving Sunset Valley was a good choice for me. All the people there didn’t so much as glance in my direction, and they all knew me as Pax the loner. Even my family thought I was weird because I didn’t have too many friends.
Actually, I really only had one friend, and it was a voice inside my head. I’d heard legends of this happening to other sims, sims who go on to do great things because they were chosen as founders or heirs by The Watcher. There was something special about those sims that all heard a voice of guidance.
You’re going to do great things here. I just know it. You’ll find your passion here for sure, that’s why I chose Champs Les Sims for you.
Honestly, I never would have imagined that my new life would begin in Champs Les Sims, but I suppose that’s where the voice had suggested I start and also I didn’t know where else to go. That’s always been my problem. I never had any ambition, no dream of being the best at anything or to reach the top of a certain career. I’ve always been a hobbyist.
The taxi driver pulled up to a little house that laid on the outskirts of town. Pax knew that The Watcher advised him to buy an empty plot of land, but Champs Les Sims was lacking in empty space. So he compromised and bought the most expensive starter house. He had hardly any money left over, just enough for a table, some chairs, and a sleeping bag.
It’s nothing big, and certainly nothing to be proud of…but to me this is home now.
Champs Les Sims was very quiet, and that summer Pax spent a lot of time in the town’s center, playing chess. Mostly he played alone, and that suited him just fine.
Don’t you want to go and introduce yourself to some of the locals? Find a friend or two?
I’d rather just sit and play until nightfall.
Pax also loved to read. When it was too dark outside to sit and play chess he would spend his time in the local bookstore. The lady who ran the shop, Jolene, was very nice and let him keep to myself and read all he wanted so long as he helped her close up.
“You spend a lot of time indoors, and while I enjoy the quiet company, it’s summertime. You should go out and learn something fun – like sculpting. They’re offering a discount class at the art studio. I think you’d really enjoy it.”
“Sculpting…?” Pax was a bit hesitant. He never really considered himself to be artistic before.
You should go! Trust me. I think you’ll be surprisingly good.
As it turned out, Pax really was quite the savvy sculptor. He sold his first piece for 22 simoleans, and decided that he really enjoyed sculpting, so he bought himself a sculpting station.
This was more fun than I thought it would be. Maybe I can make some money off of this. Sell my sculptures for a living.
And so the next day Pax went to city hall and registered himself as a self-employed sculptor.
After about a month he began doing wooden sculptures in addition to clay ones. They took a bit longer, and were definitely more costly, but the pay out was worth the extra effort. Day and night he worked on the sculptures, sometimes not even bothering to change after getting out of bed in the morning.
Pax was also cooking more, as he was tiring of cereal for every meal.
I definitely am beginning to appreciate his mom’s homemade meals. Even just a simple autumn salad took lots of practice to taste just right. My first few attempts had way too much vinegar, but I think I’m starting to get the hang of it.
And soon the end of summer was drawing to a close. Pax didn’t know what holidays the locals celebrated, but he was missing Sunset Valley’s annual Leisure Day Parade and Festival. Being new, and completely unaware of any parties or customs but he thought it might be nice just to have a little celebration of his own.
And in France that meant going to the local nectary for a nectar tasting. His first nectar was some Reinot grape and watermelon mix.
It was alright, but I think all nectar starts to taste the same when you’ve had enough of it…
The shop owner asked Pax if he wanted to learn how to make his own nectar, and Pax never turned down the chance to learn something new, so he agreed.
The stomping is fun, but really weird.
Pax wasn’t hoping for the greatest of nectars. He made it with blackberries, grapes, and plums. It didn’t taste too great, but maybe after a few years of aging it might get better.
I don’t know if poor quality nectar really does ever get any better.
Well whether it does or not is fine with me, nectar is usually too sweet for me anyways.
I’ve been receiving phone calls from my sister almost everyday since the move. She was asking about the house, the job, what The Watcher had said to me (usually nothing), but mostly she asked about my love life.
“Listen Emma, I don’t have a girlfriend and the voice hasn’t pointed a girl out to me yet. I don’t think I even want to be in a relationship. I’ve just moved here and my career has just taken off and…are you even listening to me right now?”
“Yeah yeah yeah, excuses are all you ever give me. What’s the point of living in a city full of romance if you aren’t going to tap anything? Just one night of passion is all I’m asking for brother-dearest!”
“If you don’t find a girlfriend, then I’ll just have to find one for you.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
I loved Emma more than anyone else, but she’s been trying to run my life since day one and even when I got away from her I couldn’t get away from her.
“Listen Ems, I’ve got a commissioned sculpture I need to start, so I’ll talk to you later.”
The sound of silence was never more welcomed.
You might want to answer that.
Pax sighed and stepped away from my work. “Coming!” he called, dusting off his jeans before circling to the front door.
“Hi, are you the new sculptor?”
“Um, yes. Hello…who are you?”
“Oh, I’m just here because my friend recommended you. You see, I’m throwing this bachelorette party for my cousin and she wants a giant ice sculpture of her head. Oh, you do ice right?” she didn’t give me a chance to respond before continuing, “Well I’m sure if you don’t we can work something out. So what are your rates? Oh shoot, what’s the time? Ah, that late already. Well okay see actually I need to run to my job now but um…we should go out sometime. Grab a bite to eat at the cafe and talk about this some more oui?”
Pax could only stare blankly at her for a few moments before asking “Did my sister send you?”
The girl giggled and shook her head. “No, why are you looking for a pretty girl to date?”
“Not interested. And you’re a 1 out of 10 anyways.”
The girl pouted a bit and flicked her hair back, “I think I’m better looking than you and since you’re as cute as a button, I must actually be quite lovely.” Pax rolled his eyes and she suddenly realized something. “Oh! By the way, what’s your name?”
“Pax. Pax Kultura.”
“Well it’s certainly nice to meet you Pax. My name is Colette.”
** Sorry for the delay everyone. I’m currently in the middle of moving out my apartment and it takes more energy than I thought it would ^.^ **
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