16 November 2014 @ 02:53 am
BaCC in Widespot: Round 2 - The Kids Are Alright?  
Newson-R2

Song lyrics: "Gloria" by Enchantment, 1976*
(Also, round title pilfered from The Who)


Some pretty dark themes indeed.Abuse implied, gross sexual impropriety, violence. Language too.
And there's really two parts here pressed together so it runs a tad long.








Rest In Peace, Gloria Neuman.

0-0
Going back to foster care was not an option. Hell no.
It's not what Gloria would've wanted either. But she was barely—barely even buried and there was the system with its tentacle arms
and shit ready to reclaim them. And there was only 6 of them, that meant 2 octopus tentacles unoccupied, lashing out for any
other "at-risk" kids that came near enough before it sucked them all back down into the deep where nobody could breathe.

They couldn't tell their friends, they couldn't tell nobody. Gavin tried to explain to Ginger, his hustle, y'know with the words
and shit—he was kinda slick wit' it*—that only bought them, what, a day maybe? They had to pack up the fam and get GONE.



(*also: slick-witted)

0-1
"Ginger. No! What the hell are you doing?"

"What?"
They had to get gone, right? Gallagher's hair was as conspicuous as hers; she was cutting it, why take chances?

"No, don't! You can't cut his locks," Gavin said.
Ginger gave him that lopsided, confused look she used to say 'you stoopid', still grasping a lock in one hand and those scissors in the other.
"He's like Sampson, right Gall?"

Gallagher stopped biting down on his lip and looked up and nodded at his best brother.

"What are you talkin' about?"

0-2
"Sampson, Ginger. Like Sampson & Delilah...that story, remember? C'mon they even told it that time Gloria made us go
to church. He's mad strong long as nobody cuts his hair and then when they do he loses all that strongness...Look,
his mom," Gavin explained when Gallagher slinked off, "his real mom, she started his locks when he was little. Get it?"


0-4
"I didn't know."

"I know you didn't know, that's why I told you. Now c'mon, you gotta hurry up and finish up wit' you so we can start gettin' ready."

0-3
Gallagher was the only one of them to have even known his mother but he was so young when she died, he barely remembered her.
But he did remember her hands in his hair.

He wished he had more time with Gloria, too. More memories, like Gavin and Ginger.


0-5
"But why didn't he tell me..."


0-6
Here's the deal, there's always a catch, right. Life with Gloria was great, no doubt, but it made them too visible, too...noticed.
They couldn't just fade out like kids they knew back when, they had to hit the road. Hard enough for 2 teens but with 2 kids and 2 toddlers to boot it was crazy.

For a second, right after the funeral, Gavin had entertained the thought that maybe Georgia and Garrett
might really be better off in the system, they were still young enough to have a real chance.
They were cute, they were sweet...they were the right complexion, the odds were in their favour to be adopted again.
Ginger wouldn't hear it—and she was right, they were family. She didn't have to hurl that plate at him!


0-7
As for that...Yo...like...Whatever.
Ginger didn't think she should have to remind Gavin that she'd been all that stuff, too, and it didn't do a damn thing for her. Jack shit.

After she washed the colour out of her hair she couldn't leave it alone, she had to go talk to Gally.

0-8
"You mad at me?"

0-9
"You shoulda told me, Gally. I wouldn't never try to take nothin' special like that from you.
And you shouldn't let me. Or nobody. You just sat there. Gallagher, you gotta learn to speak up."

It would've broken her heart to know that she'd cut off his link to his mom like that. It halfway broke her heart figuring he didn't trust her enough to tell her, to stop her.

"You know why, right? You know we gotta go. And you and me are just too fabulous lookin', kiddo, everybody'd be like 'there they go'!" She laughed and
he cracked a smile, too. "And, check it, Gavin's even makin' me get rid of my gel tips. I know, right, me with no 'talons'." Ginger playfully scratched
at his legs until he laughed out loud. "But first I'm not done with my hair yet. You can cut it for me, I mean, you can cut mine, if you want."


0-10
The first plan was to steal out in the middle of the night. Gloria only lived like practically around the corner from where they grew up, that's how they met her,
but it was a whole different world. Wouldn't be no people out all hours, just out, loiterin' or poppin' off or whatever, nobody to be in everybody's business.

But still, with the kids it was kinda better and easier to travel by daylight. They got some good sleep, got to spend one last night
in their nice, comfy, safe beds and when the morning came everybody was all packed up just like they were going to school.


0-11
They hopped on the subway and then switched up local buses to the edge of the city and then a charter bus away from everything they knew.


0-12b
The good thing was Gloria left a nice chunk of change for them. And it was for them, she'd trusted Gavin with the location and combo for her safe deposit box,
in case of emergency. But neither one of them expected no kinda emergency like this to happen so, so soon. The bad thing was they couldn't actually
touch the bulk of the money that was in the bank, not until he transitioned. For now that money was being held hostage by the state. Gloria was kinda old school,
too, though, and she kept some cash floating around. Not in the house to tempt sticky fingers there but what Gavin collected should be enough, for a while.

Ginger had wanted to hock her stuff. For insurance. Cuz 'cash leaks, you don't even realise til
it's all gone' but Gavin wouldn't hear it...so she just took the jewellery* (and didn't tell him).


When Gavin came out of the office he dangled some keys.
"You can't be serious. That thing?"



(*I actually prefer the US spelling 'jewelry' so that's to emphasise how she says it: "jewel-e-ry" instead of "jewel-ry")


0-13
This car sucked. Gavin shoulda let her have Shifty hook them up with a real ride, not this ugly ass old-man-mobile, but of course he reminded Ginger that
travelling in style was like the fucking opposite of the whole point and that basically she should just shut up and be glad they're not still on the bus.



~



1-0
They bounced from town to town, nobody was tryna cut them a break for nothin'.

Flashin' that cash only went so far. They were a ragtag bunch who musta looked like more trouble than the money was worth.
Especially with those peeps who figured out Gav's signature wasn't legally binding; that is, for those idiots who
couldn't tell from jump street that 'Gavin Newtown' wasn't a real person. Like, how dumb do you have to be, duh.

Ginger's own fake ID was felonious for how bad it was—some 40-somethin' lady with like the worst perm ever. But she was still pretty and that's what mattered!

1-1
If she didn't realise she was really only gettin' over on her looks, or her charm when she'd use it, she wasn't savvy as she thought.
Gavin, on the other hand, did have street smarts (he'd never been caught!) but they were entwined with memories he'd rather forget,
had happily all but forgotten...but happiness was something you only get in snatches until life drives by and snatches it back.
By now he should've known that, and remembered.

Usually all he needed was that silver tongue, it did get the roofs over their heads even if they didn't get to keep 'em, but then there was
Ginger and her mouth or Ginger just being what she was: young and attractive—she was like a fucking magnet—young and unprotected.
Or so they thought. Take him for a chump if they want...He may be slim but Gavin can protect his family. But, but that's enough said about that.
There was also the kids being seen when they shouldn't be or the babies heard crying when workin' people were trying to sleep.

Nobody gave a shit about them except when they became a 'nuisance'. Yeah, whatever man, but they managed to stay some steps ahead.


1-2
The instability of life on the go took its toll...but that's not how they saw it.

"Bring on the grilled cheese, Ginge. Grilled cheese! Grilled cheese!" Gavin initiated a chant and Gabby and Gall joined in, clapping and banging on the table.


1-3
"Aw, shit. Look what you made me do," Ginger blamed them when she burnt up lunch.
Not like she had the flame turned up too high or nothin', it wasn't her fault.


1-4
"You gonna take a bite like Garrett or you want me to mush it up?"

"I said I gotta at least start tryna find a job. We're good for rent and food but we can't just live off, you know, what we got until it runs out."

"Look at you, cheese monster, you got it danglin' all down your chin."

Money was cool but Ginger didn't wanna think about all that as long as they were good and she didn't think they should talk about it in front of the kids,
they had enough to deal with. Ever since they left home it was like an unwritten family rule that nobody ever spoke about Gloria anymore but she knew
they missed her. And that they missed school and their friends and clean stuff and bright colours and shiny new toys and fucking beds of their own!
But at least they could just know that they'll be taken care of and let that be that.



1-5b
Ugh, the things Ginger did for these kids...or almost did. She, um, she didn't know if she could bring herself to sift through that nasty
garbage just cuz Garrett threw out Georgia's bo-bo**. It had to be Garrett, the other kids got annoyed with the babies sometimes
but she didn't think Gabby or Gally would be that mean and Garrett probably didn't know what he was doing. Probably.

"Whaddya say, big girl, you don't really need it, huh?"
She was calm now, anyway. But Ginger knew she'd scream bloody murder come bedtime if she didn't have it.
"Okay, okay, um, for you Georgia I'll, um, eww. But first why don't we look around the house one more time, 'k."


1-6

1-7
'Yeah, I'm fly," Ginger thought, 'but you ain't gotta clock me so so hard. Nasty.'

~


1-8
Gavin had found work. He was pretty good with his hands and the money was kinda nice.


1-9
He felt a lot better knowing they could live off his check (well, he was gettin' paid under the
table so it wasn't a real, like, bank check) and not have to skim too much off their "savings".


2-0
It was lookin' like they were kinda settled for now. They paid rent by the week and
that was like the only thing they had to worry about here and Gavin had that covered.

Ginger left Gabby and Gally to watch the twins while she did some laundry.

What now? Him again.

"No baby today, eh?"

Please, she wasn't talkin' to him.

"All the time I see you with that baby on your hip—"

Dumbass, it wasn't even always the same baby.

"—but not today, eh? Eh?"

2-0b
"I'm kinda busy right now. I gotta put this load in the dryer and get back to my baby."


2-1
Choice bit o' skirt.
She knew what she was doin'.

2-2

2-3
"Shit if you're not about the sexiest something I ever seen—"

2-4
"Gimme a break, dude."

'Look at him trippin', like he could ever get it! With has nasty corroded self. Look but don't touch. And stop fucking talkin' to me!
Somebody might see!' Ginger thought he was getting kinda ridiculous, following her around and talking to her, like, in public.


2-5
"What do you want now?" she demanded when he followed her to her damn door.

"Come off it with that whole, uh, fake innocent act."

"Ain't shit fake about me."

He believed her, the look was a disguise but you were s'posed to see through it: that little girl hairdo and scandalous schoolgirl skirt
and her belly tattoo peeking through, it was nothin' but bait and he came ready to be reeled in. "Ain't nothin' innocent either, eh?"

"Whatchu mean?"

"You ain't get that baby o' yours playin' nice with your dolls like a good girl."

"Ugh. Would you get outta here." Ginger sneered. "Why you still standin' around? I ain't openin' that door til you leave—Wha'd'you want!"

"You know what I want."
He came forward, his voice husky, eyes bleary, and smelling like stale cigarettes.

2-5b
"I know you better back up offa me. Look at me, take a good look, too. Why would somebody like me ever fuck around with some dirty bum-lookin' old drunk. Like you."

~

2-6

2-7

2-8

3-0
Gavin got home and found the kids stuck in front of the tv he picked up the other day from a local pawn shop.
"Where's Ginger? Kitchen?"

"Yup."

3-1
"I stopped at the store."

"That why you're late?"

"Ten minutes ain't late."

3-2
"Here, I picked up bread," he said, "and some more cheese—you gotta stop doubling up on Gallagher's slices,
we're running through 'em too fast and he's gonna puff up. He's over the hair thing already so chill."

"Gavin, I'm busy. You can put the food away yourself. And the garbage, too, needs to be taken out. I piled it up over there by the door."

3-3
"Oh," she said, catching him before he left, "and I still got some stuff in the dryer. Bring that up."

"What happened to your face?"

"Huh? It's nothing. Scratch."

3-4
"It's a gash. What'd you do, you been fighting? It was that lady with the music, wasn't it? I told you to leave her alone."

"Why don't you leave me alone, it's nothing, no beef. Just take out the garbage."

3-5

3-6
Twin toddlers were a handful, those terrible two's were no joke, and then keeping kids Gall and Gabby's age entertained and even learning stuff when
they could, but only the right kinda stuff, wasn't easy either. So why was it Ginger all the time stressing him the hell out, she was s'posed to be helping.
Was it just cuz he knew her longer and they'd already been through so much stuff together?

She could at least stop being a pain in the ass, gettin' into unnecesary fights.

3-7
Gavin grabbed a bandaid from that first aid box they threw together for the kids.

"Si'down."

"Gav..."

"Si'down!"

3-8
"Ouch. Shit, Gav, you ain't had to press so hard, it's sore."

"And you didn't hafta lie to me either. You gonna tell me what really happened or what, Ginge? You didn't really get into it
with that lady for blastin' her honky tonk music again, did you? Cuz I told you, if it's not messin' with the kids sleeping to—"

"That's...that's not it." She sighed. "Ok, you know that guy, right, the gross one, lives downstairs."

3-9
"What did you do?"

"Me? Why you blamin' me? He's been, like, on my dick for real. But whatever. Today he got a little outta pocket so I hadda put him in check."

"What's that mean? He touched you?"

She sighed again.

"Ginger! I swear to—Did he—?"

"He tried, ok. Stank breath. So...just...nasty, like somebody s'posed to want him."
She watched Gavin's face go granite, she knew that look.
"It's not what you think. He made like he was gonna grab my butt or something so I kicked him in the nuts.
Shit hurt, too, that's why he tried to, like, pimp slap me, you know. But he missed, he was too slow.
Only I got cuffed with that damn pinky ring. What's a lame-ass like him even doin' wit' jewellery."

Gavin didn't think any of this was funny.

3-10
"Gavin?"

3-11

~

4-1
There was a time for anger management and all that crap. And when you live in civilised society, a community lookin' out for each other,
that stuff does matter. But that time was brief for them and that lifestyle was gone. There was nobody but him to protect and defend them.

4-3

4-4

4-5
Was she crazy! Sneakin' up on him with that! And what the hell was she doing barefoot on this grimy floor?
There was no time for this, he had to act fast. 'Get outta here', he mimed, 'and gimme that!' Gavin snatched the knife from her.



Ginger was like she was in a trance, posessed or some shit, but she stood back when she lost her weapon.
Gavin slipped around the corner and motioned one last time for her to get the hell outta there.

The more she thought about that fat bastard the more the rage welled up.
But Gavin was the only person always on her side, no matter what. Ginger didn't want to cross him.


4-6

~


5-0
On the road again.
They had slept in the car last night so the air was kinda tense when Gavin turned into a service station.
The kids knew better than to ask questions by now, which was kinda worse in a way. But then not, not really.


5-1
"Stay in the car."

"See if they got butter in the store."

"They don't have any butter."

"Just see. Never mind, I'll—"

"Fine, I'll check. Stay in the car."

Ginger had a hard time letting even Gavin tell her what to do. She reached for the handle. Hesitated. Today it might be different.

"Ginger! Didn't you hear Gavin say don't get out?"

That did it. "Gabby, mind your business. Gavin's not the boss of me. I'm grown."

5-2
He turned his back for a second and there she goes. There she goes! Didn't she see that guy?

Of course, she saw him. And she couldn't resist making sure he saw her.

Gavin was so sick of this shit. "Get. the. fuck. back in the car."


~


5-3
"Everybody ok? Gabs, Gall? Ginger, he's all right?"

No kinda anti-lock brakes on this old piece of junk and there was another downhill dip bad as that one in a few feet. Gavin hadn't been sure he
could get it to stop, his heart was pounding out of his chest but the rest of them were fine. He felt like they trusted him a little too much sometimes.


5-4
"You left your bag."

"So?"

"So I think we're staying here tonight."

"I know we are. Didn't you see what just happened? The car died. And it tried to take us with it."

5-5
Mmph. Well, they been staying in worse places, roadside roach motels or most nights before it got so cold sleepin' in the car.
It'll do.

5-6
Ginger rolled out a mat and Gavin dragged a garbage can over and started a fire for them.

5-7
They were a resilient bunch, even stuck in a place like this the kids all made their own fun.

It was all (autonomous) huggles and mary mack and tickle fights all night until they hunkered down and huddled together to sleep.
The kids might kinda sorta be all right.


6-0

6-1
"Hey, you kids there, don't play on that! What're you doing here anyway?"

Ginger saw the truck pull up and she came out to be nosy, oh, and to intercede.

"I'm sorry. Gabby, get down. They're just messin' around," she said.

"But what are you all doing here?"

"We had some car trouble. See. That's us. It was kinda scary, actually, there was only that dustin'
of snow and we basically skidded to a stop ri-i-ight before that next steep drop over there..."



What the—how did she even find some dude to flirt with? Gavin sent Gabriella and Gallagher inside to watch the twins and away from the stranger.
Hmph, he wished Ginger listened as well as they did. But she had a hard head.

6-2

6-3
Young love, huh? Nelson snorted to himself. Kid had his hands full with that one. He left them to fight it out.


"Yo! Noise," Gavin yelled back at her, "it's all noise! And you can cut all o' that," he said, "Could you please
do me a favour, though, PLEASE, and go inside and feed the kids or somethin'. I know they gotta be hungry."

Feed them fucking what? What food? But Ginger kept her mouth shut, brushing close past that dude on her way back into that abandoned
whatever-the-fuck kinda place this is. All they had left was, like, some cookies and sippy juices and those crackers for Gally's tummy.
She couldn't believe Gavin embarrassed her like that! He was her brother, not her man, what the hell did he care...Oh.
But...but...whatever.


6-8b
Nelson made a quick tour of his site, had to check on what was really goin' on here, and he saw that they also had a coupla babies in tow. Not likely to be any
funny business there with them then but that was a tough break for the kid. Twins! Damn hard luck like he didn't have enough to handle with her, she went and had twins.

"Hey, I don't know if you know this but you're only about a mile or two away from the centre of town.
No problem finding some good grub and maybe a warm roof over your heads. I could run you guys down."

"Nah, we'll—"

"Look, you can't stay here. It's not gonna be a problem," he said and Gavin caught his double meaning.

He didn't have much choice, they were stuck, but Gavin still pumped him for info before he packed up his family to hop in this guy's truck.
"Car's kaput so...I don't know, might be a while. What kinda work is there 'round here?"

Guy sized him up. Again. "I might know of somethin'," he said.

"Construction?"

"Not exactly, I was thinkin' more like, uh, odd jobs, stuff like that. Part time."

Screw that. Odd jobs. Gavin wasn't about to be put in nobody's pocket like some dumb kid.
"Uh, yeah, bro, 'preciate the offer and all but my last was doin' full-time. Union-scale pay. I need a return on my time when I invest it."

6-4
He hoped he didn't have to eat those words if they got desperate.

6-5
Ginger copped a squat next to him on the rock and leaned back against her brother, elbowing him
a few times to annoy him into givin' up the grudge and bumping their heads together.

"All right, all right, get off me," Gavin said. "There's a town down there, along the highway. I think we should give it a shot."

"Okay."

"No, but I mean from the way it sounds it's one of those little towns, those real little towns. Family oriented, that kinda thing."

"Good."

"So we gotta look the part. Clean-cut."

"What, you mean like court clothes?"

"Uh, no, we don't wanna look like we're under suspicion for nothin', Ginger. We need to look like regular, nice, clean-cut
suburban-type kids. You know exactly what I'm tryna say. And we damn sure can't afford to be lookin' like we're guilty of nothin', ok."

"Mm."

6-6
"Look. About dude...I'm sorry."

"Why you always gotta?"

She shrugged. "But I mean about, about before."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"I know that's what you're really—"

6-7
Gavin jumped up and she slipped some without him havin' her back, "—really mad about," she finished to no one listening.
"I'm sorry."



~ ~



7-0
The place was called Widespot.
They scoped it out and while there was no chance in hell they could be invisible around here it was like Ginger said: everybody here got their own shit
and any busybodies who interfere will most likely take pity on them and try to help, like, actually try to help rather than rat them out. And who to? She found
out Local PD consists of exactly 1 old dude and apparently he got 5 kids of his own to worry over even though it sounded like some of 'em was already grown.

It's remote as all hell and there's nothing to DO out here but it looks like maybe they'll stay.

7-1
He chatted with the girl behind the counter for a bit before asking if she knew who he should talk to about this house they found.
Nobody lived there but there was no sign. (And they had to do this right.)


7-2
"I don't know who owns it, if that's what you mean, but you should definitely talk to Ms. Beech.
She runs this place. And I mean this place, literally, and also Widespot."

7-3
"Pardon me, young man, but I think I am the very Mann you're looking for. I'm the one who can help you out about that house."

7-4
"Let's walk over to the property now. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."

7-5
Gavin put him off to meet up later. One, cuz his family was in the house and two, he wanted to be sure of what they could afford before starting 'negotiations'.

He'd actually set up an account as Gavin Newtown before they left...uh, the, the last apartment. He had to check it was still there.


7-6
Samantha's maternal instinct was keeping an eye and an ear on the young man because she'd never seen him before.
And that Sadie girl was bad news. (She had no reason to have anything against Rich.)

"Sorry to pry but I think that girl was right. You should keep your appointment with Mr. Mann but definitely make
another to see Mrs. Beech. That's Mrs. Daytona Beech. My husband works very closely with her in the office on Valley Road,
he's her special advisor. She'll be the one who can set you up with whatever you need." Poor thing. Sam wanted to know if he was
really on his own and how he came to be on his own but she had to content herself with having sent him in the right direction.


7-7
Widespot welcomed its newest residents.

*This is actually the pic meant for the Intro Makeovers post before I decided against adding another big family before getting to know
the Widespot folks on their own. Why yes they have been prisoner-tokened an inordinately long time. We'll see how they fare on parole.*



7-8
After that last month on the road mostly, living rough, some were wondering how long this stint in a real house would last.


8-0
But not Gavin so much. He had a pretty good feeling about this city, maybe cuz it wasn't really a city at all, more like a...community.
Sprung up together in the middle of nowhere, but he could work with that. Time to get back to basics.


8-1
"Hee-hee-hee. Wa-wa."

8-2
"Wa-wa!"

8-4
Visitors.

"You said your name's Mrs. Beech? I been looking for—"

"I'm not Daytona," Sandy cut him off.

8-5
And why was this lady all up in their space?
Nobody ordered a fucking welcome wagon.


8-6
"And y'all are on your own? Hell, I can't even afford no house. How'd you pull that?"

He shrugged. "Mortgage. Big mortgage. What do you do?"

"Hair sometimes."

"Oh word? You gotta meet my sister."

8-7
"Mrs. Beech, my sister made grilled cheese, would you like one?"

Neither one of them were buying that sister business.

"No thank you, Gavin. I'm not going to stay. I only wanted to stop by and say welcome."

'And be all up in the business but not even admit it,' Dixie almost said out loud.


8-9
"If she's not Daytona—"

"Her? Hell no. Her husband divorced her so long ago—Ms. Daytona's son—I dunno why she be still tryna fake it like she's still part of that family."

"Not to cut you off but you said you did your own braids? I used to have mine kinda
like that, only with gold. I'd show you but I don't know where the picture's at."

"Yeah? You had braids?" Dixie raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Back in the day. You think you could hook me up? Maybe not braids but I like to change it up."

"Sure, lemme know whenever."

"So, back to Ms. Daytona," Gavin said, "she runs the post office and the clearings place and what else?"

Dixie filled him in on who did what. But it was that practical gossip, not even the real dirt. Boring! Ginger left 'em to it.


8-10
She took the kids with her shopping for furniture. They were all still piling in with Gavin on
his air mattress upstairs, even her for some reason even though she's the one who had a bed!


9-0
Gabriella and Gallagher were starting at the school today. She was a little nervous, it's been so long,
what if she forgot everything? But she couldn't let anybody but the babies know she was worried.

9-1
Being nervous made Gabby a little bit mean.

"Be nice, Gab-ri-el-la."

"Gally, be quiet. And go get dressed, I'm done with the bathroom."

9-2
"You're gonna take 'em, right? Better get goin'. Leave Garrett, he'll sit there quiet, it's this little monkey you gotta watch around a potty."

"Okay. I'll be back in a few. You know I gotta go see if that lady's in her office."

"You want me to pick Gabby and Gally up this afternoon?"

"If you want to, but I can do it."


9-3
"Who are you?"

"He's my brother," Gabby answered for Gallagher.


9-4
"Oh. But who are you?"

"I'm his sister."

Sharla wasn't getting anywhere with these kids.

9-5
It was better when Rocky and Delta came over to introduce themselves.

Tommy wished one of them was a littler kid like him. Sharla always tried to make her friends leave him out.



9-9
Gavin and Ginger were acting more like this was home, really home, and now it had started
to look more like home and feel like home Gallagher was relieved and kinda glad.


10-0
Ms. Daytona's the one who found him. She hated to be blindsided!

Daytona had asked the boy to come by and see her but not before she ran into that Rich Mann and gave him a piece of her mind, taking
advantage of these kids. He tried to turn it around on her like she was begrudging them a roof over their heads when he knew damn well
that wasn't the fact. She was under a lot more scrutiny these days so even something as silly as the population cap meant she needed
to be careful, the fact was she'd already deeded some land to another family arriving in the spring and here were these kids, 6 of them!

But they were here now and it was probably for the best that they stayed but they'd have to play by the rules here on out.
Daytona wasn't about to fall for no lies so don't even try it, she knew him and that girl were both underage. They needed to be in school.


10-1
"We registered the kids already."

"I know it. And now you need to go ahead and 'register' yourself."

"But we've got responsibilities." Gavin guessed she knew that, too. "I guess we could alternate."

"You most certainly cannot. What kinda education is that? Now, there is a woman in town about to set up a kinda daycare, she got enough
kids of her own, 2 more won't hurt. Peter's wife, a Mrs. Ottomas, lives across there by the highway and she'll be happy to help I'm sure."

"Oh. Yeah, I met her already. I'll go talk to her, see if we can set it up. Guess I don't have a choice?"

"You guess right about that."

10-2
Virgie didn't overhear everything but she still started by saying, "Don't mind, Grandma, that's just her way. I'm Virgie. Virginia Beech."

"Gavin Newson."

New. Boy. Smell. Virgie inhaled deeply.

"So you're in that house right down the block from ours, and you're sticking around? Cool."

10-3
"Don't you even think about it, Virgie."

"Think about what, Grandma?" But Virgie couldn't hide her smile.

10-3b
"I mean it. That boy's already got a family of his own to take care of, his brother and sister and two babies he has with his little girlfriend.
So you steer clear. Last I heard you already had your own boyfriend. Remember, you could do a lot worse than Scot Land."


10-4
Ginger put on some music.
"Y'all ready? I know you remember this one..."

10-5
"That's right, now Superman dat 'ho!"

*That's right, Gabs, you're not uncoordinated, you go on and protest lyrics like those.*



11-0
"Hey!" Virgie perked up when she saw Gavin show up at school. "Lemme introduce you, this is Scot. And his little sister, Delta."


11-1
Goldie was making friends with Ginger.


Woody had heard there was a new girl in town.
And some other people, too. Her family.

11-1b
Something, well, everything told him she was way out of his league.


11-2
But somehow that made other girls, like Sadie, seem more approachable.
Woody felt emboldened to actually take the initiative and, and go talk to her.

Skye was, surprisingly, very pleased to see his son getting on with a girl. He's been worrying about him.

11-3
River was less than pleased.

(And Virgie here was in her Element!)

11-4
But River had nothing to worry about (not like he was supposed to have nothin' to worry about anyhow, what Woody did was none of his business).

Woody was a little bolder today...but just as awkward.

11-5
It seemed like a lifetime since Ginger and Gavin were in school.
And it was never nothing like this. Outside! With their coats on and, like, 1, 2, 3, 4—ten kids to a class!
But that lady told Gavin they had to go, both of 'em, to stay in town. This "Widespot" better be worth it.


11-6
Shit. That's that cop, ain't it. But what is this, what are they doing here?

Homer and Beulah explained that they didn't mean to impose but when they heard
about the young family moved in they just had to come and be neighbourly-like.

Ginger didn't understand what that was about but she figured she had to let 'em in.

"We brought by some supplies to help y'all get settled. Fresh veggies, some bread my Mary baked up for me and for y'all.
You met Dixie already I hear but Mary's our eldest, got her own set o' twins, too. And that other new family, what's their names, Lumpy?"

"Ottomas."

"Ottomas, that's it. Dora's folks. They got young twins and all. Lotsa new friends for y'alls and also lotsa support."


11-7
Ginger led the way in. "Yeah, we met 'em. Sam's been watchin' Garrett and Georgia while we're, um, while we're in class."

Tsk, tsk, babies havin' babies...Beulah shook her head, taking stock that everything looked in order as she walked behind her.


"What's that you got there, a l'il blankie?"

"Blankie," Georgia said, surprising Homer who wasn't expecting 'a talker', "Well, we've
got some more blankies for you all. Not as pretty as yours there but mighty comfy."


11-8
Garrett was kicking to get down so Ginger put him down and started looking for someplace to stick this stuff they brought.

"What kinda bread is this? I mean, you could make grilled cheese with it?"

"If you want to. And any time you're in the mood for a good home-cooked meal
you be sure an' let me know or y'all can just come round. Any time, you hear."

"Thank you. I meant to say that already, thanks for the food. And, um, the blankets."

11-9
"This winter ain't been much but it's enough come nighttime. All them l'il ones need wrappin' up tight against the cold night."

Beulah caught the girl rollin' her eyes even though she tried to hide it. Obviously she thought since she was grown enough to
make 'em she ain't need no outside advice on takin' care of 'em. For once, Beulah let it slide, this child wasn't none of her own kin
so she went on and let it slide. 'Go on, keep rollin' them eyes', she thought, 'you'll end up thankin' me for steering you right.'


11-10
Cop in their house? Surreal.


11-11
Gavin and Ginger have been the authorities in their lives for a while now so it was a little bit weird for Gabriella and Gallagher when real grown up adults were around.
But Gavin knew when and how to charm and impress. It was good to keep the neighbours invested in their welfare. Just not overinvested.
So he had to come across as sensible and mature so none of that goodwill turned to a rescue mission.

11-12
"These people," Ginger rolled her eyes good and long now they were out of range. "I dunno how they think you and me made a redheaded baby."

"Uh, Ginger..." he let that sink in, "...Yeah."


12-0
Gavin put on the radio and Georgia scooted right over.

"Look at you. You wanna dance?"

12-1
"Come on, let's dance. Show me your moves."

*Gratuitous dance spam just because Georgia was so cute!*

And of course, Ginger wasn't about to be left out.


12-2
Come dinner time she still wasn't sure about that bread.

"How's it taste, guys?"

"Nom-nom, s'good."


12-3
"Gally, go ahead and eat. You ain't gotta feed him cuz he's sittin' there beggin' with that l'il puppy dog face for scraps.
I'm-a make them dinner. Even though I bet you Garrett's not even hungry."

12-4

*Not at all where I was going with this caption but having written the above it occurs to me that all that cheese might be what's slowing up the potty training.
It can't be good for their little digestive tracts. Ginger's got her work cut out for her. But she's a new 'mom', cut her some slack.*



12-5
Gavin ran into 'the guys' when he went out for some air. It was a thing he did, a habit that calmed him down when he needed or just kept his head clear.

Goldie and Virgie weren't far behind their guys.

12-6
Virginia Beech.
Sounded like a name from off the tv. But he liked it.

12-7
"Is Ginger coming?"

"No. The kids," Gavin said, "she's home with them."

"Oh. Right."

"Actually, I gotta get going. Check y'all later."

"Peace out," David called out, "One."

Gavin laughed to himself as he left. But he did like them. All so nice and normal.


12-8

12-9
"What's with you, Georgia, huh? I'm about sick o' washing this blankie all the time cuz you keep soakin' it in toilet water.
And who the hell keeps leavin' the seat up anyway when I told 'em to stop it so you'll stay out? Keep it up and blankie's gonna go bye-bye."

"NO!"

"You heard me. And look at you, sittin' in this nasty puddle, too, like it's nothin'.
Now I'm gonna have to rinse out your whole outfit too. Aw man, even your tights are wet."

"Hee-hee-hee."

"That ain't funny," Ginger said but she couldn't help laughing along with Georgia's little baby giggle.


12-10
"There. All clean. Blankie won't be dry until morning so you're gonna hafta be a big girl tonight, 'k."

Long as she had her bo-bo they should be fine, for one night anyway.


13-0
Gavin checked on everybody when he got in.

13-1
It was still strange having his bed to himself but it was good. It'd been a helluva trip getting here but they survived.
And everybody was more or less all right.


13-2
Sometimes.

Ginger missed the hell outta Gloria. She'd been like her best friend before she was her mom and she was the only mom Ginger ever knew.
The pictures of her were the ones they couldn't put up, just in case, but this little one by her bed didn't count.

She'd hid a secret inside the locket Gloria gave her.
It didn't even matter who tracked 'em down, figuring out they used to be named Neuman, when there was the bigger secret nobody could ever find out!


~


13-3


13-4

~












**bo-bo = pacifier, dummy, etc.

N.B.: Ginger lies. She's a survivor, deceit is part of her arsenal.
She deliberately told Gavin only a partial truth about her 'altercation'. He filled in the blanks his own way and anyone reading is probably even more appalled by the insinuations so let's allay a little bit of that (just a little) and say that Ginger lies but never to downplay wrongs done to her.

Yes, I did futz with their aspirations, fortune and family are now secondary. It's liable to change but so far Gabriella and Gallagher, and possibly even the twins, are geared up for a GC secondary depending on how they weather all they've been through by the time their turns come around.

Garrett walks, Georgia talks, and they're both potty-trained. Funnily enough, I forgot this, assuming they were all average, but old notes show that Ginger is an Underachiever and Georgia an Overachiever. I think it works. And finally adieu to Round 2! Thanks for reading!




OH, AND SOME DETAILS I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MENTION: I tend to imagine Gloria in a very different guise when I even bother to imagine her as more than a name in Ginger's bio. Most often for my play purposes she's had no shape, no face at all. But a relatively young Gloria, looking even younger, and standing in as someone they could relate to, was key for my rounding out this backstory that I sketched over a year ago. She met Gavin and Ginger first, they bonded, and the kids then all joined her family in successive pairs although Garrett and Georgia are the only ones blood-related.

Less relevant since Widepsot's taken over my simming life and I never got around to posting about my Pleasantview, that's a character called J.P. Slumlord up there making a cameo appearance as Jack Bastard, aka, the dead guy.




*I actually struggled a bit to find the right words for the teaser because I really didn't want to just plaster Newson across it and then the vaguest memory of this song wafted forward. There are, of course, a couple others called "Gloria" but it was like "soul music, yes!" and then there's the whole elegiac quality to the song, it just worked for me. Gavin and Ginger are kids of the hip-hop generation, Gloria too, but she knew her roots.
 
 
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[identity profile] peni griffin on November 16th, 2014 04:51 pm (UTC)
Whoa, no wonder that took so long! And here I got to leave in 15 minutes...This big an influx of kids can really shake things up in a town this size. I laughed when I saw Sadie checking out Gavin - she's the best thing that ever happened to him, in my played-on version, and it looks like Virgie's not quite settled on Scot yet, either. But if Gavin's the option you were thinking of for River, both those girls are just outta luck. Woody shouldn't write himself off so quick - he has no idea what leagues Ginger's been playing in.

They really need to watch out for Rich. Blackmailing indigent kids would be beneath him in the regular way of business, but if he's got a use for one, the most efficient recruitment technique is the one he'll use.
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 17th, 2014 03:48 am (UTC)
Overboard. It's where I live. I don't see Rich concerning himself about their secrets so blackmail is probably off the table. He's not terribly interested in them but one never knows when a streetwise kid or two might come in handy. Annoying Daytona is also always a bonus.

David might be the tiniest bit jealous, as a pop sim, that some of that new cool kid shine has been displaced onto Gavin and he was more actively guarding/claiming Goldie than Scot seemed to feel the need to do with Virgie, at least at first. But David's more interested in befriending him, he can sense the street cred, which makes the Newsons automatically cool. Even Goldie latched onto Ginger but Virgie will try to take over there, too. Reassert her dominance. Gavin's an allurement but Ginger's a little bit of a threat, especially since perceptions about their relationship are so confused. She loves Scot but he's so safe and steady. And familiar, so her eyes do wander.

Gavin's not the one, he's not gay. And as may prove to be good news to Virgie or Sadie (or both) he does love a redhead.
[identity profile] peni griffin on November 19th, 2014 03:34 pm (UTC)
Well, the teens will sort themselves out. Ginger could do a lot worse than Woody; who, when you finally get him somebody to love, tends to be such a sweet boyfriend, he'll rot your teeth. Plus the lack of social points gives him access to the most adorable flirt animations (like Goldie).

The death of Mr. Bastard is actually a little more shocking if he didn't rape Ginger. Realistically, once he started pursuing her they'd have to move whatever they did or didn't do in retaliation, because with a person like that it can only escalate. They were between a rock and a hard place - the less likely he is to call the authorities on them, the more likely he is to resort to violence. They can't live somewhere Ginger's afraid to go to the laundry room. Even if she can handle a threat to herself, it wouldn't take a manipulative genius to realize that a threat to one of the littles could be effective.

Perhaps Gavin figured (he is young, after all) that if he could beat the guy down once, hard enough, he'd back off and they wouldn't have to leave. That sort of thing never works, long term, but people keep acting like it will, and that is one of the ways manslaughter happens. If he refuses to back down to a kid, and the kid brings it harder, and he retaliates, and there's a knife - well,there we are.

Gavin and Ginger don't seem to blame each other for it, which is good. All that time under prisoner tokens has bonded them properly, it looks like. It's frustrating to me that the bios indicate a tight family unit, but they aren't friends with each other as they come out of the bin.

That's a very Widespottian house they've got, with so much "base game cheap" in it, a little bare and makeshift, just as it ought to be. Rich may be taking advantage of them, and they may have trouble affording it, but compared to what they left behind, it probably doesn't feel like they're paying more than it's worth. The cost of living's bound to be cheaper here than in the city, and it's entirely possible they were paying as much for that tenement as they're paying now for the house.

Of course the Lands and the Beeches are the welcome wagon! Sandy and Dixie are even the ones with the time to do it; though Sandy obviously felt awkward. Looks like she'll have her work cut out for her opening a pipeline to Virgie via Dixie. Dixie never felt awkward a day in her life, and it must be great to have another poor Fortune sim to talk to. And of course the Lands show up bearing gifts, though they can't have a lot to spare themselves. How much is kindness and how much is curiosity we needn't examine. They don't cancel each other out.

[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 20th, 2014 02:06 pm (UTC)
I don't doubt that Woody, or any of the Widespot boys really, would be good for Ginger but first she'd have to be disabused of that unfortunate belief that boys her own age just aren't 'her speed'.

Unfortunately, it doesn't look like even that incident did much to cure her need for attention from men. Gavin does blame her somewhat even though he doesn't hold it against her, that's easier to do and the whole thing's easier to try and forget as long as they never talk about it. Or so he thinks.

Gavin knows Ginger better than anyone. His assumption that she was somehow at fault even after learning that her altercation was with a man and not a woman might seem insensitive, especially in light of what we've seen that he hasn't, but he knows Ginger provokes situations, which isn't the same as believing she deserves what she gets, that's why he had to go handle it.

Still, there are some things Ginger wouldn't want him or anyone ever knowing. Gavin definitely thought he could get the message across with his fists and that would solve the problem. But that was surely not the first beatdown that 'Mr. Bastard' had ever had and he'd never "learned his lesson" so it would not have worked, regardless. And I think it not implausible that that boot print on his head is the direct result of his revealing an ill-timed truth in the midst of the pummelling, taunting Gavin that he was wasting his time and his energy on a -bleep- like that.

For better or worse the Newsons are in this thing together and the good thing is that solidifying those bonds was pretty much automatic. For the most part there wasn't much fun-advertising stuff around so they naturally turned to each other but even tv or music or toys are no fun alone, they're always pushing for a sibling to join it seems. Of course, that co-dependency may have its own consequences further on but that bond is what's kept their heads above water.

This house is the safest haven they've had since leaving Gloria's and especially after that last leg of their journey it looks pretty perfect to them! Compared to the nook Dixie's occupying in her sister's house, she's wondering why she didn't think of finding some way to finance her own place. Of course, she'd have to actually work, and do it regularly. She's got no privacy but Mary doesn't charge rent so that's the trade-off. Gavin and the gang managed to pay their rent to Rich and taxes to Daytona and still have some petty cash left even though I did lock the bulk of what they start with away in an account. Dixie could actually learn a few things from him about thrift and industry—the latter being precisely what the Lands never mastered.

I laughed out loud when Dixie and Sandy showed up together but Sandy was bound to be dismayed to see that even Dixie is kind of cold to her. And Dixie's one of the kids to her so she'd never guess (at least not yet) it could have something to do with them in any way being rivals.
[identity profile] peni griffin on November 21st, 2014 06:11 am (UTC)
So the $64 question will be, Just how dumb is Rhett? He waited till Dixie grew up, but she also didn't come on to him till then. Can he handle himself around attention-seeking jailbait? Tune in tomorrow or the next day, and we'll see. Having a little sister her age should apply a brake. I certainly hope so. But with Rhett it can't be taken for granted.

Ultimately I expect Dixie's natural habitat will wind up being a shared trailer with her makeover chair in the front room or on the porch. Privacy isn't likely to be a big deal to a Land, compared to free rent and somebody else cooking, as long as no one is trying to control her. Whether Lana decides to control her or ignore her will depend on circumstances. Whatever happens, living with her sister can only ever be an interim arrangement. She'll have to figure something out sooner or later. Maybe she can teach the Newsons how to make your own fun in a small town, and they can teach her how to scrounge an independent life. She might like helping out in the store, though I suspect you'll have to constantly watch her to keep her from proposing games of catch and tickling customers, instead of working the sales floor.
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 22nd, 2014 07:43 am (UTC)
Of course, it's Rhett. Who else but Rhett. And Ginger already has him in her sights. He has once expressed his sense that there is a line there best not crossed, at least as regards his little sister, and with the Harts' history he couldn't just play dumb about being on the wrong side of the age gap. He had no control whatsoever over what Candy did and no part in that mess but it was the fallout from that which laid the foundation for something resembling a scruple. But that's all in the abstract and possibly too tied to the specific consequences that wouldn't seem relevant to his circumstances. Whether in practice he can actually be the adult and remember he's the adult with the jailbait in hot pursuit of him remains to be seen.

(I've just stumbled across the story you mentioned before, where Rhett's a rapist and Mary commits suicide. Oh my.)

Privacy might be a bigger deal than Dixie realised when she volunteered herself as housemate when she can't even get to the bathroom except through Mary & Junior's room. They might find there is such a thing as one knowing too much about a sister's sex life. But Dixie's not easily embarrassed and anything's better than living at home under Mama's roof and Mama's rules.
[identity profile] peni griffin on November 22nd, 2014 04:14 pm (UTC)
Oh, yeah, that thing makes your Newson backstory look like Sesame Street. On the one hand, I put Widespot out there for people to use in ways that I wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't; on the other hand - holey cheese! The whole time I was building I tried my best to think of the worst things people could do with it, telling myself that if I couldn't face anything and everything I shouldn't go public, and I've thought of several things nobody's done yet (where I could see them), but Grammapat went places I wasn't prepared for! Which I'm glad she felt able to do. But it's not on my list to reread.

Oh, Rhett...you know, if he can remember he's the adult, it'll show real progress. The double standard is strong with him, so he won't feel any exterior pressure to behave. If he does so, it'll be because he's learned to extrapolate his sense that Goldie shouldn't mess with older guys onto Ginger and to recognize himself as an "older guy." It'd be a major advance, especially if he does it all himself, with no admonishments from Valentine. I'm far from sanguine, but I'm pulling for him.

I'm anxious to see him with Proxy, too. Nothing like a baby in the house to grow a boy up. And Rhett tends to have an - interesting - dynamic with small children.

The new additions to both the Hart and the Junior Mann households are so drastic that I'm looking forward to those rounds a lot. Dixie and Sandy-Proxy are bound to change the dynamics of both houses, but how? Dixie could increase tensions, or she could ruthlessly drag them out into the open and stomp on them. Sandy could go - oh, so many ways! The departure of Candy, the death of Angel, and Valentine's attempt to go cold-turkey on Mary have left an adult-female void in the house that it would be natural for her to try to fill; but her own experience of that niche is not a positive one. Sure, she could become the reliable cook/housekeeper/babyminder, insinuate herself into Valentine's good graces that way; but she's been there, done that, and didn't like it. If she doesn't want to be Rhett's wife, how much less will she want to be Valentine's daughter-in-law? How prickly will she be about being the last word in raising Proxy? How willing is she to use her daughter to get what she wants from the other family members, and where does she draw her lines?

I hope Goldie can make friends with Ginger all her own. They both need peer girlfriends badly. Much as Goldie longs to be in with Virgie, even if she manages it, their relationship will never be free of the shadow cast by Rhett and Sandy. Ginger is someone her own age she could make friends with on her own hook, from outside local teen politics, who is simultaneously more and less experienced. Messy as it is, Goldie's life will look marvelously stable to Ginger. (Hey, she's still got one whole parent! And all these links to her mom!) Neither one will feel entitled to judge or look down on the other's life situation. Ginger can even advise her on the auntie gig. In return, Goldie can be Ginger's entry into the small town teen community and ease the culture shock. Much as Goldie feels like an outsider, Ginger is even more so, which could make Goldie at last feel like an insider as she guides her new friend through the Widespot teen angst minefield. That would be good all around.

But before then, the Beeches, and Virgie negotiating that springtime rising of sap and that new boy smell coming off Gavin. Not just new boy - by local standards he looks like a bad boy - certainly when standing next to Scot. And she is her mother's daughter...

With holidays coming up, I'll do my best not to expect anything more till after the New Year. But if you could surprise me by being faster, I won't complain. :)
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 29th, 2014 09:56 pm (UTC)
Of course, reading that I automatically start hearing the Sesame Street theme and in some ways the lyrics are pretty apt; whatever else Widespot may be, the air is clean!

One of the great things about your having put it up on MTS is that its bigness as a site has a kind of neutralising effect. For myself, if I had stumbled across it elsewhere, even on a community like pixeltrade where whole hoods were traded instead, I'd have hesitated. And if I'd still decided to give it a try, whatever version of this story evolved would be safely tucked away in my game folders. But amidst so many other players and potential players it seemed safe to assume there was nothing I could do to rival the sheer ingenuity for sim torture that might come out of that. Has anyone done the Widespot Apocalypse yet? What's curious is how consistent characterisations tend to be, given a brief bio and opening scenario, for Maxis characters as well. We, more often than not, follow what we perceive as the script as though there's an implicit narrative directive in those few words about them. Every play-through of a previously made sim is an alternate universe version of them but it's interesting to try and pinpoint at what point characterisation "breaks" so that one can say (to oneself) something like "that is not Cassandra Goth", and mean it. Hmm...Ok, end ramble.

As for my favourite comic relief rascal, Rhett's been learning that the financial consequences for baby-making are the least of his troubles. There will indeed be a couple of Rhett-Proxy interludes forthcoming :-)

It's probably a good thing Dixie doesn't know Mary's secret because I can't imagine she could keep it, she'd use whatever was handy for putting those mannish in-laws in their place if she felt they were getting in her face or in Mary's. Even just a passing barb about Mary bein' better off as a Hart's babymama, especially if she specifically mentioned Valentine, would be enough to ignite a firestorm. Junior wouldn't take it any better than Lana, not coming at him like that.

Sandy is an interesting case. She doesn't want to live alone, certainly not in penury, and her discomfort is nowhere near a good enough reason to take Proxy away from the safe comfort of her family. But they're not Sandy's family! And how much she wants to make them hers versus maintaining her independence like she retains her (husband's) name she's still working through.

There will be teen dramatics aplenty this spring!
The friendliness between Goldie and Ginger is making some headway toward friendship but there may be a hitch if Goldie suspects she's just using her to get to Rhett (Ginger's actually too bold to need subterfuge like that...but she will make use of proximity) or begins to worry that Ginger's not a girl to be trusted around brothers or boyfriends.

It really will be a festivus miracle if I can find my way to getting it done enough to post but we'll see!
[identity profile] peni griffin on December 1st, 2014 11:08 pm (UTC)
MTS is where I hang out, and it's the ideal place for people to be able to find it when want it. Also, I had a good sense of the audience. I've encountered people who, when they say they're OCD, aren't joking about how fussy they are - they're using the game as a therapeutic tool to manage their symptoms, and ask for advice on how to loosen up the sense that there's a "right way" to play. Oh, here, have a neighborhood that I, as creator, can tell you has no "right way" - every important choice will hurt somebody, and every path to happiness will be thick beset with difficulty. But you can create order there, if that's what you want, so have at it. (I was so proud when one of them married Mary to Hamilton! I had never even considered that as a possibility!)

Being aware of the tendency for people to fall into stereotyping their stories, I did my best to subvert people's default assumptions in development. It's one reason the mess is so messy. Oh, of course the downtrodden girl should marry the rich...um son of a crimelord who has already knocked up somebody else, or maybe his dad did it? And when she fell in love with him she was cheating on her babydaddy? But she's a Good Girl...That's why all the grown-ups have both something sympathetic and something problematic about them (even Skye is a paradox), and so many characters have personality point distributions that don't mesh with the stereotypes of their aspirations. That started with Penny. The Manns were the first family conceived, but then I thought how hilarious it would be to have an alien Knowledge sim who was everybody's friend and a naked hot-tubber. Grown-up family members were roped into their household theme, but for the teens I looked at their points and took care to give them aspirations that people who assign aspiration by formula would never, ever give them. Lazy and playful? Fortune! And the babies were a marvelously efficient means to split up the obvious pairings and make people think twice. I also tried to make the bios as open-ended and morally neutral as I could, and I hoped some would provoke deeper thought in some players. What happens if Rhett becomes aware of his assumption of male privilege? Is Valentine telling the player, or his own conscience, to shut up? If Mary ever learns to say No, who will she say it to? Does Penny really love Rhett, or is the whole relationship an experiment?

Sims will tend to play consistently where similar mechanics act on the base personality points, but even within that consistency there is a lot of room for different decisions that remain in-character, and that's what I love most - seeing the way different people wind up different places from that starting point. Your Candy is very different from my Candy, but she's great! Nobody has yet explored the possibility that Lana doesn't know where her money comes from (that I know of) or done Widespot Apocalypse; but somebody will, sometime, I devoutly hope; and I hope, also, that I get a glimpse when they do.

God, I love Rhett. I love all of them, but - Bewildered diaper-changing Rhett. Hostile babysitter Rhett ("Gimme that kid, you're doing it wrong!"). Bear-talking Rhett - I haven't seen Goldie's bear in your Hart house, but he is far and away the most likely one to pick it up. If the game had strollers he'd totally be the guy using the baby to pick up girls in the park. One player moved Mary in and she had quads, so the rec room got turned into a nursery and every time the player lost track of Rhett he'd be in the there wrangling babies. Another realized that he'd think "Teach me the Ways of Darkness, baby" was a good come-on, and he wound up a witch. You know that challenge where a sim goes all around the uberhood breeding with one pre-made in each? That's got Rhett written all over it.

Sandy continues to only have substandard options. That must feel like the story of her life. She's bound to be scrutinizing every new development and every family that comes to town - is there an opportunity here that she can use to make her position less precarious? That's what she was doing in that welcome wagon, you mark my words.
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on December 2nd, 2014 06:32 am (UTC)
Mary and Hamilton, you say. Well, at least one other player may have considered the possibility...But of course my Mary is married to Junior, isn't she? A perfectly age-appropriate and rather amiable relationship as it goes, so that 'ship' must already have sailed...

Ah Sandy. I won't say she's got TERRIBLE taste in men but it's certainly suspect and it does seem like that's on purpose, on some level, as a way of resisting the images people keep foisting on her. When she was married she kept up the affair with Rhett even after deciding that she loved Hamilton and her family more because he, at least, seemed to have no illusions about her. But now that she's the mother of his child, living with him, instead of being some dude's wife that he was banging on the sly, their dynamic has, naturally, shifted. Rhett may have been the baddest boy around but he is far from the baddest man so I'm curious to see just how much Sandy is willing to compromise herself (especially now that there is Proxy to think of) for a fleeting moment of feeling free.

I had precious little to do with the development of her relationship with Rich's head contractor, either; they have an odd bond, they kept popping up around town together but their interactions were sometimes flirty, sometimes prickly, but even the fact that they argue means that they've quickly established some sort of rapport, especially as I don't think it was always Nelson's dearth of nice points that started it. Sandy knew right off that he was an unsavoury sort so the fact that it intrigued her is troubling. And if Rhett assumes that their open 'arrangement' is only open for him and if Valentine is inclined to agree that this woman living in his house should at least be faithful to his son then she might soon have even more hard decisions to make. Dixie may not be the only one impressed by the Newsons' plucky independence. Of course, even that road, an actual homey home of "their own", fully equipped with basic amenities and things, still circles back to Rich.

I've got another family of more than the accumulated CAS points will allow coming. We'll soon see what Sandy, and the rest, make of them. Ha! (you'll see what I mean, shortly, I hope, since they won't be played at the end of the round but taking their alphabetical rank right off as Daytona has already planned for their arrival.) The Newsons aren't a gimme so much as they crash landed in Widespot (well, thankfully the car didn't crash!) and cut the line. Daytona (and I) will have to compensate somehow, she will proceed with her arrangements but some sort of ban may likely be instituted after that until she buys back enough points to increase the population cap. Always in some sort of debt for this town that one, but it will be worth it to magnify her legacy! (And tell the story the way I want it.)

Different mod cocktails can go a long way to re-routing game behaviour and, believe it or not, I'm actually playing with fewer mods in Widespot than are indispensable in my other hoods. I don't know if bear talking is allowed, I doubt it, but it's funny you mention it because one of the outtakes pics is of Goldie cuddling up to Tommy's Ted Buddy at the Ottomas house (before she and David became as close as they now are), which I then realised Rebecah had modded. Yet even though it's got a fun advertisement and has more interactions available to older sims, no one else in that house has ever bothered with it, not even the other kids.

Val's conscience is a very interesting mechanism; bit glitchy at times but very definitely present. And Rhett's got one helluva head start on the Moonbeam Trail (think that's what it was called, too lazy to check) challenge. The last thing he or Dixie need here is an oops baby binding them together forever and if he and his even less efficient conscience succumb to Ginger (whom I imagine may be as fertile as he is), that's a mess I don't see any of them climbing out of, not any time soon and certainly not gracefully. Sheesh. Well, let's hope for better choices. No foreshadowing here, that particular mess is not in my plans.

-dang character limits; last para not worth extra post, tho-
[identity profile] peni griffin on December 3rd, 2014 10:40 pm (UTC)
Yeah, Sandy is a loose cannon. I'm laying no bets on which way she jumps, because smart as she is, she can be terribly unwise, and getting with Rhett is seldom the last thing she does which is not in line with her own best interests. The stakes aren't this high in most neighborhoods, though. This Widespot has an actual dark side available to succumb to!

It'd be obnoxious for Valentine to have a double standard - but it is his house and he can be obnoxious if he chooses. It would be perfectly reasonable, though, for him to give the Under My Roof speech and lay down some ground rules, like No Cheating Where Proxy or Goldie Can See You, No Bringing 'Em Home, to apply to both of them, but not him. Because that horse is already out of the barn and hey, it's his house and he's single.

If you changed zoning so that shack Sandy stayed in is zoned Community, it could become a rival to the Makeout Spot. After all, it has walls and something approximating a bed! I don't know how your challenge points are going, but, as with the CAS points, when a rule interferes with play, it's worth bending.

Just as 'ships that have sailed have to come back to a dock at some point. Just saying, since you sounded wistful there. A lot would have to happen first, though, and Hamilton isn't getting any younger. (Not that age deters Mary at all.)

This would be the Pleasure-themed family coming aboard? It'll be interesting to see what could draw a bunch like that to Widespot!

I'll be interested to see how Ginger and Gavin handle the perception that everybody thinks they're a couple with babies, given Gavin's insistence on projecting respectability. That the adults here are treating them with more respect than they're accustomed to, in spite of that assumption, must be confusing.

One thing about adding the Ottomai and the Newsons - you've already effectively broken up the Great Hart Genetic Bottleneck. (At least, assuming Rhett is done spreading wild oats that take root.) At this pace it'll take a couple of years to get up to that, anyway, but it's good to solve problems early.

I wish I hadn't thought of Rhett doing Moonbeam Trail, because now I keep thinking about it, and challenges don't fit my playstyle a bit. I could call it "the Nose that Conquered the Uberhood" and end with him going into politics on a "For god's sake, we need cheap effective birth control and we need it 18 years ago" platform. Genetically it'd be more fun to do it with Candy, because male premades have more varied and interesting faces. But I can't imagine Candy producing that many kids if she couldn't foist them off on other people during their boring stinky babyhoods. Maybe if I attached a normal Widespot RFD to a genderswapped Uberhood...
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on December 5th, 2014 12:54 am (UTC)
As for that particular ship, not wistful, more like coy, since Round 3 will reveal whether that pairing could ever come to be or whether it sinks completely out of the realm of plausible and/or good happenings.

I don't know how my challenge points are going myself; think I'll go and get that all tabulated in a minute. But I know the CAS points tally was something I decided not to let deter me from bringing on the Newsons and the other new folks so I'm pretty sure I'm fresh out now. The first family aren't Pleasure but I suppose it could end up seeming like they should be and I'm right at the point where I'll need to decide whether to bring in the ones I had earmarked for Pleasure or wait for Round 4. I'd actually loaded up the lot to play for this last round but I didn't really have much for them yet so I passed on. Prisoner tokens are such handy little things. :-) Mostly my decisions are about generational alignments, oh, and that B&B lot I was planning on. If it has to wait until Round 4 then re-zoning the shack is an intriguing possibility. I'd have to kick out the placeholder sim and find her somewhere else to squat but there's some interesting potential for mischief in that idea! The lack of adult supervision in the Newson home is already quite the temptation for my "twitter-pated" teens.

I doubt Rhett's completely done with baby-making but I'm hoping the next ones don't come along until he's better prepared or can at least afford them. Val is really over having to cover Rhett's child support debts when his check comes up short.

(And much as I love Valentine, being a bit obnoxious is not entirely out of character.)

Rhett the politician is as funny to me as Junior thinking I was going to let him be Widespot's doctor. But Rhett could totally pull that one off. I'll be on the lookout for "the Nose that Conquered the Uberhood", y'know, just in case you find that's an itch you can't help but scratch...genderswapped Uberhood sounds like the perfect playground for Rhett's favourite game!

Edited 2014-12-05 12:56 am (UTC)
[identity profile] peni griffin on December 6th, 2014 06:18 pm (UTC)
Maybe next time I get too sick to do real stuff I'll start the Nose on its appointed rounds. But I'm reluctant to take on a new simming project - I've already got Drama Acres, Widespot, and Strangetown, and it takes a very long time to do anything in any of them! I'd have to do a Moonbeam Trail in a very different playstyle than my usual.

Valentine certainly can be obnoxious when he feels like it - it's the flipside of that effortless dominance. Even my happy domesticated Valentine, when he happens not to be engaged in following Mary around giving her backrubs, has been known to noseflick a stranger or decide that it's been too long since anybody squashed Junior and it's on him to take care of that. (Rhett really does take after his old man; he just lacks that Certain Something that makes all the difference.)

And Val may justifiably feel that a little calculated obnoxiousness directed at Rhett and Sandy is what's needed to motivate them to figure out a better solution to their lifestyle problems than living off of him. It's time Sandy put those smarts of hers to practical use!
[identity profile] braxen.livejournal.com on November 19th, 2014 12:16 pm (UTC)
This was a great chapter! It felt time to add some characters to Widespot, but the Newsons came as a surprise nevertheless. And yours is such a good angle on them with that backstory and the looks and all. I really loved this road trip which of course had to end up in Widespot, and when they finally got there it felt like I as reader also kind of met the inhabitants of Widespot anew. This turn deepened the overall plot even more.
And for each updates your pictures get even more awesome. This narrative style of yours remind me a little of Simtopi (I know I’ve mentioned that to you before) where one also really got the feeling of an open hood game that the characters moved through. This story just keeps on getting better.
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 20th, 2014 01:50 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it, I'm rather pleased with it myself because I really pushed to get it all pulled together before real life plopped it back on the shelf, though I did expect that this one, going well beyond the standard fare Widespot shenanigans (apart from some of Rich's antics), would be hit or miss.

The Newsons have been waiting quite a while for their moment and Widespot is definitely a welcome respite from life on the road but it probably won't take them long to get caught up in its little dramas.

One extra detail about the pictures this time around are the signs in the background that I didn't really stage but started to frame pics around when I noticed how ironic or poignant they seemed, even though they didn't all end up showing clearly. So there's the anti-violence signs when Jack Bastard first appears on the scene and then that 'no smoking' sign while he's puffing away and only the word 'offer' is visible when Rich approaches Gavin at the post office and one of the 'no trespassing' signs where they are trespassing is graffiti-ed 'Pigs' right behind Ginger flirting with a man twice her age. Little things like that definitely amused me in the process.
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[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 22nd, 2014 06:14 am (UTC)
Re: I love your pics
Thank you, that's a wonderful compliment! Are you still playing Widespot?

I've said this elsewhere but the Widespot cast really are like seasoned character actors to me, they hit their marks and give Great face but they don't know their lines for anything so that's where I come in. And while I'm translating and polishing up their gibberish into some semblance of characteristic speech I may as well tweak the scenery and then re-position them to suit, so on and so forth, until it becomes a very good thing that I'm playing timed rotations and have to leave well enough alone.
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[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 29th, 2014 11:28 pm (UTC)
Re: I love your pics
Ah, I've never played legacy style either. This bacc is the most structured gameplay I've attempted and I'm bending rules all over the place (and foisting the consequences onto Daytona). 10 gens is a good long time to last!
[identity profile] andrewgloria.livejournal.com on November 21st, 2014 01:56 pm (UTC)
PHEW! That was dark! It took me two days to read it, and, like Gavin, I thought that Jack Bastard had raped his sister. It was absolutely captivating reading, a bit like a modern teenage version of The Grapes of Wrath. Ginger and Gavin kept my sympathy right through (even though there were occasional bits of dialogue that I didn't quite get -- I'm a good bit older than they are!). Widespot must seem like the promised land after what they've been through. I do hope their past never catches up with them. It bother me a bit that I want Gavin to get away with homicide, but the circumstances and provocation were so extreme! They deserve a break now!

I came to this journal following a link by Peni in an MTS thread about the Newsons, so this has been my introduction to your story; I am for the most part meeting the Widespot residents as the Newsons meet them, and therefore seeing them through their eyes.

Your story and the MTS thread have together persuaded me that I want to play the Newsons too, even though I don't play Apartment Life. With the help of friends on MTS, I have now added them and they are moving into Veronaville. I think in my game, they won't have quite such a hard time as they've had in yours. My nerves wouldn't stand it!
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 22nd, 2014 06:43 am (UTC)
New reader, yay! I'm pleased to hear you liked it, thank you! And there's a thread about the Newsons, you say? Guess I'll pop over to see what others have been doing with this motley crew. I always go straight to the downloads section at MTS, especially when I'm scouring for something old, nowhere else could I find a gem like Mr. Bastard's outfit. As J.P. Slumlord in my other hood he's a bit more dapper. I did let him keep his pinky ring, however, and turned it into a plot device...and you may have noticed that he's no longer wearing it at the end. So a respite for the Newsons, absolutely, and hopefully they make good on it, but I'm afraid this isn't quite over yet.

The Newsons are fun, they're a hectic household but I love them. My last time with them pre-Widespot was in a gender-swapped hood and it's the only time I ever did separate out the toddlers, having them adopted by aged-down Goodies (and if there are any typos I didn't catch calling the “little monkey” Georgie instead of Georgia, that's why). But I don't think I've ever seen them in Veronaville, that should be interesting to play, especially if the premade teens are still teens in your hood.
[identity profile] katee412.livejournal.com on November 22nd, 2014 12:41 pm (UTC)
Wow, I will never look at the Newsons the same way again! Once again you have created incredibly deep characters, often through very subtle ways.

Every update is truly a joy to read!
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 26th, 2014 01:14 am (UTC)
Neither will I! This is definitely my most involved Newsons play-through. I'm very attached to them...poor things.

I'm delighted to hear you say that! Since I can't seem to help but get sucked in and carried away with this thing it's nice to know when someone's enjoying watching how it all comes out:-)
[identity profile] lorinsv60.livejournal.com on November 29th, 2014 12:21 am (UTC)
I've only just started reading your Widespot BaCC, but had to cheat and take a peek at what you did with the Newsons :)

Your backstory of this familiar bunch is nothing short of marvelous. I love good characterization, and you knocked the Newsons out of the park here! Your depiction of the kids' relationships with Gloria makes their family structure, the genetics, everything really, make total sense and in a way that makes them all very endearing.

LOL, at the kids' diet of grilled cheese. In my version, Ginger doles out a lot of Sugar Flakes...

Again, wonderful job!
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on November 29th, 2014 10:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it! The Newsons' is probably the most standalone chapter since they spent half of it not even in Widespot, perfect for peeking :-)

The way Peni created the hood each of the original families represented a basegame aspiration so when I started I decided to work in the other two as well. But I couldn't resist the Ottomas family and the next family arriving in spring won't be Pleasure either. It's kind of funny to remember that this chapter basically evolved out of my needing to figure out what could make these kids so fixated on grilled cheese!

[identity profile] mirror-of-faith.livejournal.com on April 26th, 2015 09:53 pm (UTC)
This is a side of the Newsons I've never considered before;it's so....ghetto, but in a good way.
[identity profile] quinndominion.livejournal.com on April 26th, 2015 11:25 pm (UTC)
:-D Ginger would say she's ghetto fabulous. She features pretty heavily in scenes I'm writing right this very minute for the next one so it's kind of funny to me that you found this particular chapter. Thanks for reading!