Fanon:PlumbBobs & Prejudice

PlumbBobs & Prejudice is an on-going Sit-Opera, thought out during many quiet evenings in #the_sims on IRC. It tells the story of... some people and something probably happens, I dunno, let's see:

Chapter I - Introductions & Iguanas

It was a dark and stormy night at Wiki manor. Not even a Sim with the Loves the Outdoors trait would be caught in this weather. (At least in Sims 3 fan fiction there's weather). A red luxury car drove up the curved driveway. It had white wall tires, a chromed front grill and round headlights. A figure only revealing her lower face in the pale moonlight could be seen through the windows. She was admiring the colossal sculpture standing in the middle of the lawn. A chilling and imposing sight for anyone taking the long trek up to the building proper. It had been created by the world reknowned sculptor Barrotok van Helgan an de Leen from Simvaria. Rumors in prolific circles say that over a thousand PlumbBobs died in the making of the statue. It depicted a kneeling Sim, held down by the gigantuan PlumbBob on his back. "So true..." she whispered to herself as the car came to a stop in front of the mansion entrace. Her driver fetched an umbrella and escorted her to the door. The heavy brass lion head knocker was cold to the touch, even through her gloves. Steve came to the door: "Ah, Miss Bleeh come in. What a dreadful weather we're having tonight, almost remids me of home." She smiled and started to remove her coat. "Let me get that miss". Steve took Bleeh's coat and continued: "Of course, this wouldn't really be like back home, since it'll probably clear up in the morning". Good old Steve always knew how to make Bleeh smile, if only for a little while. "I trust my brother hasn't arrived yet?" she asked to keep the smalltalk going. "Quiet the contrary miss, his lordship arrived early yesterday morning. Said he had finished his contracting business early and couldn't wait to be back home". "Oh, I see" Bleeh said with a worried smile. That was odd. Liron usually dreaded family gatherings and only showed up as to now lose his inheritance. To think he was the legal heir of Wiki mansion. With that last thought she acidentally let out a slight scoff, which Steve obviously noticed as left eyebrow was raised an inch. As a gentleman and servant of the house, he did not comment. If there was one thing he had learned in his many years of serving the Duchess of York, it was to keep his mouth shut and ears closed.

The doors at the top of the huge winding staircase of the recieving hall opened and out came mother. "Ah Madam Alice, good evening" Steve bowed. "Mother". Alice hurried down the many steps to greet Bleeh. "Where's Dhad?" she asked her mother as Steve recieved Bleeh many many bags of luggage from her driver and wobbled up the stairs to the guest rooms. "He's in the study with your brother, shall we go meet them?" "Sure". They barely took two steps though, when there was a knock at the door. "Ah, your driver must've forgotten a case" Alice said, I'll just get it, but the man at the door was hardly the fine-mannered and well groomed driver. Bleeh turned around to see and gasped: "Duskey". "Happy to see me, niece? Hah hah hah" he blurted out. "Oh, welcome. We weren't expecting you, please come in" Alice said with a smile as phony as a an anti-wrinkle cream. Duskey was wearing colorful shorts and a shirt which would even have been rejected a hawaiian tiki shop for being too tacky. "Well well well, Wiki manor, it's been awhile" He took a deep breath "Aaah yeah, that stench brings back memories". The women in the room were scowling towards this unwelcome guest, but before any of them could speak up, the doors to the east wing went open where Linkita, the maid, announced that: "Mr. Dharden & Mr. River will see you in the study now".

To be continued... DUN DUN DUNNNNNN... Oh wait, there was an iguana too. Drat, I forgot it :p Duskey(talk) 21:41, August 30, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter II - the East Wing

The large oaken doors creaked open slowly, to reveal the handsomely-furnished east wing great room. The ceiling, vaulted and dark, towered overhead as Miss Bleeh, mother Alice, and the thoroughly unwanted Duskey stepped inside the door. Across the expansive room towered three long, dusty windows. An errant streak of lightning lit up the night sky, filling the dimly-lit space with an eerie white light, though only for a moment. A large fire in an even larger fireplace crackled, as if announcing its presence, and its bright orange glow reached out into the room, though it was barely able to penetrate the darkness of the massive chamber.

Illuminated before the flames were three men, apparently absorbed in conversation of a mysterious nature. The first, a grizzled older gentleman wearing golden-rimmed glasses, sipped some dark beverage as he spoke in low tones towards the man on his left. This man, with his noticeably younger face, looked up as the oak doors were closed, and he saw the dark young woman who was his sister. Expecting some sort of greeting, Lord Liron of River placed the rifle he had been holding beside his chair, and prepared to address his sister. However, Miss Bleeh paid no notice to her sibling, instead directing her attention towards the third person sitting beside the fire. The third man looked up from the conversation and noticed the woman, and his face fell.

“Miss Bleeh,” the stranger timidly spoke, “it’s… good to see you.” “Mother?” Bleeh asked, attempting to hide her emotion, “what is he doing here?” “Don’t you remember? Young Archibald Andrews is staying here this week,” mother Alice responded. At that point, Archie rose from his chair and moved towards Bleeh. A look of disgust breifly passed over Bleeh's face, but she knew that she was forced to keep her true feelings hidden from the guise of her mother. Alice continued, "Yes, mister Andrews is here to assist us in preparations for the wedding, remember? Bleeh, your dress arrived today."

The bethroathal of Miss Bleeh to nefarious Mister Andrews was a well-known fact in the nearby town of Simswiki, whose gossiping residents gleefully spread increasingly far-fetched tales regarding the unhappy couple to any person who would listen. The sordid affair captured the imagination of even the youngest residents, with most people feeling quite apologetic towards the young woman, though none dared to question the actions of Miss A. Morris; it was widely believed by most individuals that Madame Morris ruled Wikia Manor, and the entire town of Simswiki, under an iron fist. Even in an era when bethrothal is rare and generally unaccepted, the actions of Madame Morris were not questioned openly by anyone. Why is this? Let's just say that those who have ever questioned A morris have ended up disappearing from Simswiki forever.

At Alice's mentioning of the dress, Lord Liron and Duke Duskey return to their conversation, making sure to speak quickly and in whispered tones to avoid eavesdroppers. Each glance, at intervals, at the young Mister Andrews, or at Miss Bleeh, but both continue to whisper.

What are father Dharden and brother Liron planning? Does it have anything to do with Bleeh's upcoming wedding? Is it a plan to save her, or to cause further distress? And why did Alice do what she did? Is she really as bad as the townspeople think? And what will Bleeh do, with her wedding day quickly approaching, to get away from the awful Archibald?