Chapter Two

After a short break,

Veronica continues

her mission to find

Consort, but is having

bad luck.

Welcome back to Finding

Consort Redux by Kelyns!

It’s the same old silly story,

now in PowerPoint! This chapter was originally

Chapter 3, in case anyone

was wondering, and let’s

get to it. I believe we left off

with Veronica on fire…

Ch 2:

Another Night

Last time, our heroine Veronica had a little accident when she tried to use the

weathernaught, and we were all left wondering how she was going to get

herself out of this mess. It looked pretty grim; I mean, the flames got her and

everything. And we all know that once that happens, you're a goner.... Oh,

wait, it seems Veronica wants to say something.

V: "You can't just continue the story like nothing happened! Come over here, I

want to talk to you.!"

Well... okay.

And I'm proud to introduce me, Kelyns, my newly created simself.

K: "Hey, what's up, V? And what's with the nod?"

V: "What's with the nod? You mean you really don't know?"

K: "Umm, no. Did I miss something?"

V: "YES! You know I've got a bone to pick with you."

V: "Hmm, where should I start?"

V: "How about the fact that you abandoned me for like, ages!"

V: "And then there's the fact that the exchange wasn’t working and no one

could view the older chapters, leaving any potential newcomers in the dark!"

K: "Oh, please, don't remind me. I still don't want to think about it. Let’s just call

all that old news and move on."

V: "Yeah, but you didn't have to wait so long to upload it again, especially

since you had saved a copy in Word."

K: "Well, I was busy. I have school you know, and finals are in two weeks."

V: "That's not what I heard! There are rumors that you were partying."

K: "So, I took a little break. What's the harm in that?"

V: "Uh huh, and what about the bubble-blowing?"

V: "And the dancing, hmm?! You took a break for weeks!"

K: "Well, everyone needs to blow off some steam every now and then. Besides,

now that I'm refreshed I can put some new life into your story."

V: "Yeah, right. You can't fool me, you forgot half the things you wanted to say

about my pictures."

K: "Heh heh... Well, I remember the important stuff and the new material will be

10 times better, okay?"

V: "Yeah, but that still doesn't make up for the fact that you left me festering in

anger over my fight! I have a lot of pent up anger to relieve, you know!"

K: "Shh, V. The readers aren't supposed to know about that until the next

chapter. And I'm SORRY, okay?"

K: "Besides, we will get that sim back. Don't you worry, V. I have a special little

surprise in store for them."

V: "Hmm, well, okay."

K: "Great, now can we get back to the story?"

V: "Sure."

Well, Veronica died alright, there was no saving her from the flames. There

wasn't a fire alarm outside. Actually, there wasn't even one in the house, she

only had a sprinkler.

But I did get to find out what the Grim does in his spare time. Having fun there,

Grim?

"Yup, it's not often I get to kick back and relax. I hardly ever get to watch TV

anymore, all those legacies people write got me working overtime."

Well, I'm glad I could help, I guess.

But, don't fret, I just exited the house without saving and got Veronica back, no

problem. We won't be messing with aspiration rewards when you're in the green

anymore, will we, V?

V: "You got that right."

Well, except just one more time. We still needed it to be fall. But no meteors this

time, thank goodness.

V: "Are you done yet?"

What's your problem?

V: "I'M supposed to be narrating this story, remember? Get you nosy butt out of

here!"

Sheesh, okay. I'm going, I'm going.

FINALLY!

Well, after that little escapade, I got the paper. Guess what wasn't there:

Business! I'm not kidding either; I guess the KVAFCF (Keep Veronica Away From

Consort Foundation) is still active.

So, I set to skilling, and pretty soon it was night. Instead of going out again, I

decided to make a townie come to ME in order to make friends.

Contessa Breanna was the lucky victim. How else was I supposed to get to

know her? I wasn't about to waste my time roaming all over downtown looking

for her, then finally finding her at daybreak. She didn't want to come over at

first, but I made her see reason. She learned the hard way that you cannot resist

the call of friendship from a CAS sim.

V: "Isn't that right, Contessa?"

C: "Uh huh." *Sigh*

Stupid Maxis... No No Pets! sign... grumble, grumble...

"I HATE STRAYS!"

Sorry for the interruption, I just had to let that out.

Anyway, the next night I was able to get my promotion.

You know, I even started to stop minding the fact that business refused to show

up in the paper. I mean, I did have a great incentive: MONEY. Yup, show

business was paying off really well, as you can see by the money sign over my

head.

Yup, still no business. That darn KVAFCF got me again.

So, I continued to skill up for show business.

See, more skilling.

Are you tried of these skilling pictures yet? I know I am. Who keeps taking them

anyway?

V: "Hello, didn't I just say stop with the skilling pictures?"

Sorry! But you have to admit that one is cool... There's no way I could do that in

real life... not in a million years...

Okay, I decided to escape the boredom of skilling by going downtown to

make friends for my promotion.

*AHEM.*

Oh yeah, and to look for Consort.

As I was getting to know the bartender...

BTW, please tell me the pictures get better in later chapters.

K: Sorry, I'm an amateur, so sue me.

...I saw a disturbing sight.

It was Dagmar... and patches of sky!

Alright Veronica, that's enough. I told you I'm new at this and a lot of these

pictures were taken a while ago, so they're not as good as the new ones. So, one

more crack from you, and I'll cowplant you.

V: "Oh please, you don't even have a cowplant."

Maybe not on YOUR lot, but I happen to have a hungry cowplant sitting in my

inventory.

V: *YAWN* "Yeah, I'm so scared. Like creaters haven't threatened to cowplant

their sims before."

Are you wondering what you'd look like if you were a zombie? Because I am. I

doubt Consort will look at you then.

V: "Okay, okay. Geez."

Now back to Dagmar.

V: "Dagmar, what are you doing here? ... Have you been following me?"

D: "HAHAHA. No, of course not. Don't be silly Veronica. It's just pure

coincidence that we're both here. Honestly! I just wanted to play cards, and

well, the Lucky shack is the only place you can do that."

V: "Hmm, well, ok. But I can't hang out with you tonight, alright? I have to make

friends for my promotion."

D: "That's ok, I didn't expect you to, I didn't even know you'd be here,

remember?"

But later on that night, as I was chatting with Trista, I caught her sulking at the

bar.

Dagmar, mumbling: "Hmpf! Finding Consort, yeah right. She's too good for him.

When is she going to realize OUR love?"

But like I said, I was busy chatting with Trista, so I couldn't hear what she was

complaining to the bartender about. Then I saw someone I just had to go

irritate.

Mrs. Cumplebottom!

K: Man, I swear every time I see her, I have to try to talk to her. Just think of the

cool stories I could write if one of my sims got to be friends with her!

Cumplebottom: "So you're the gold-digging hussy that's trying to marry Consort.

Well, I've got news for you missy, Consort is gonna be mine, so keep your

grubby little hands off! Who do you think you are anyway? You're not good

enough for a man of his caliber, you're just some piece of scum nobody from

CAS! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, trying to scam an innocent man,

who's too old for you anyway... Don't let me catch you with him, or I swear that

will be the end of you!"

V: "Ooo Cumblebottom, I'm so scared!"

"Please! You're crazy if you think that Consort is gonna give up a chance with

all this good stuff for a wrinkley old hag like you. I bet you're the head of the

KVAFCF, aren't you? Well, I'm on to you, and if you think I'm just going to let you

win, you've got another think coming!"

And that's when I decided to leave. Between Cumplebottom and Dagmar, I'd

had enough.

The next morning I headed off to work.

Veronica, to herself: "Give up this sweet ride for the bottom of the business

track? Phst, yeah right!"

Oh, yeah! A promotion!

No, business track, gee, I'll guess I'll just have to go for that next promotion.

(And it really wasn't there, so there. :P)

With my money, I redecorated the kitchen, everything except the fridge. I want

to use up all the food first. I don't want to waste money.

I spent so much time skilling, I almost forgot about my needs.

Hmm, I guess I've been working Veronica too hard.

V: "Ya think?"

"I'm so tired I won't even mention that patch of sky in this picture."

Oh shut up and get the phone.

"Is that the bathroom?"

VERONICA!

"Okay, okay. Oh hey, Tracy, do I want to go on an outing? Well, sure, I guess. I

always get this mysterious need boost whenever I go downtown."

Which will stop immediately, if you don't stop making fun of me.

So I go on an outing, and yay! There's grown up people! Not like with Dagmar...

They're all adults except for her. Seriously Maxis, do you think it's smart to send

this kid out with all these crazy townies running around?

V: "Little girl, where's your mother?"

Girl: "I don't know. Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here? And why is

that man staring creepily at that lady?"

V: "You know that's a good question. So, why is that?"

"Lady, you'd stare too if you were an ugly townie, and were standing next to

someone this hot. We don't get any action."

V: "Fair enough."

Since I had already made friends with Robert, I sent him to take that little girl

home, while I said goodbye to the creepy guy.

It was just us girls left.

V: Why is that by the way? And most of my friends are girls, too. Are you trying

to insinuate something?

No. You just haven't met too many of the guy townies I like to introduce my sims

to. Besides I almost anyways have my sims make more friends of his or her

same gender, so they don't get any ideas when they're married.

V: Oh. Okay then.

Anyway, I made friends with Carmen while the rest played cards with some

teen.

Teen: "Hey, I have a name!"

V: "So?"

Moving on...

I almost made friends with everyone and got a rockin' score. ALMOST. You see,

SOMEONE refused to make friends with me and caused negative signs to fly

faster than a sim running to a fire. So my outing was only super. AGAIN.

V: "Are you happy now, Marie?"

M: "Yup. Evil is my middle name. Me and Cumplebottom are best buds."

V: "So you're one of them, huh? Don't worry I'll get you someday. I'm gonna

bring you and the KVAFCF down."

M: "Humpf, yeah right. You don't have the power or the skill. LONG LIVE

CUMPLEBOTTOM!"

That's it, I need a drink! Stupid Cumplebottom incarnations!

Later on, I went upstairs to eat dinner.

Veronica! Shame on you! You shouldn't gossip about people you're trying to be

friends with. And she's probably in the room too. Man, sims are horrible.

V: "What? You're the one who told me to gossip. I have 7 nice points, I don't

gossip on my own, you know."

I was just about to leave when something else caught my eye.

Okay buster, what's the deal? WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? You don't have any

reservations! All of your customers are standing around waiting for you to get off

the phone! Except now they probably left after waiting so long to get a table.

See, this place is empty.

Even the hot tub. And everyone knows sims are drawn to the hot tub like

wedding guests to the champagne bottle.

There was only this poor lonesome guy downstairs, drinking coffee.

I decided to try and liven this place up.

V: "Hey DJ, change it to-"

K: "The stock market?"

V: "Yeah, haven't you heard that song?"

K: "Umm, no, but whatever."

And this is me getting my smustle on. I couldn't get anyone else to join in, but I

was determined not to let anyone else ruin my fun.

And see, all my body points meant I was awesome on the electosphere. But

soon after that, it was time to go home. I had work to do.

Sigh. I had to skill. BORING!

I decided to throw a party instead. I had a great turn out, as you can see.

Hmm, I don't even have words to describe this picture. That dance is just too

weird. But you'll notice who's not here: Dagmar. Look, that girl is just plain

psycho, ok? Always following me around, hoping I'll take our relationship to the

next level... I mean, I'm still her friend, but just because I don't want to go to the

trouble of making extra friends for my promotion. But I certainly don't want to

see more of her than I have to.

I almost succeeded in getting everybody in a group smustle. Some people just

insisted on doing their own thing.

Gilbert: "Hey, Veronica, look it's Consort!"

V: "Where?! Hey, I don't see him. That's not funny you guys."

"Alright, people, party's over."

"Aw, come on officer, there's only a little bit more time left. Hey, you're kinda

cute. You sure you don't want to join us?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Everybody go home NOW."

Hmpf! He didn't have to be so rude. But it's okay, I still had a great party.

But now that the party was over, it was back to skilling. *Sigh* Think of the

money Veronica, think of the money.

Wow, you mean I can earn that much in my next promotion? Suddenly, I grew

a love for skilling.

After a quick, or rather slow, energizer,

I ran off to work.

V: Alright! More Money!

K: Veronica, go look in the paper for business.

V: Do I have to?

K: YES! Now move it!

V: *Sigh* It's not fair....

1 minute later:

V: YIPPPPEEEEEE! No Business!

K: Enough, is enough already! Why won't business show up?

Anyway, I wanted to buy a new fridge with the promotion money, so I cooked

up a storm to use all the food in the old fridge.

And finally, my finished kitchen!

Hmm, now that I think about it, the living room could use some work... And so

could these pictures, but I'm not supposed to be talking about that.

Viola! A little upgrade; I don't have enough money for the TV I want yet.

But I did get a new chess set. Man, I'm going to miss the old one though... we

had some good times. *Sniff*

Some things, however, did not change.

"Ugh, GO AWAY! Stupid stray..."

After a quick look in the paper (no business, yippee. Thank you KVAFCF), I

looked outside...

And it was snowing! It was winter, and, no I won't be changing it back to fall.

I've had enough of the weathernaught for a while.

And then this little guy showed up! I love penguins. They don't dig stupid holes

like that one in the corner that I was too lazy to clean up.

V: "Hey, what are you doing so far away from home, Mr. Penguin?"

Penguin: "I wanted to see the house where the lady burned herself to death

because she was too stupid to know not to use aspiration rewards when in the

green."

V: "Oh, great..."

I skilled for the rest of the day by practicing my speech.

V: "And now that I have proven that the current government has been

corrupted by the Cumplebottom Administration, I will move on to my next

point: impeaching the government officials and naming me as the new leader

of Simerica."

Oh please, like anyone would believe that crap. You're in show business,

Veronica.

V: "Yes, but now I can use my master rhetorical skills to persuade anyone."

Whatever, just go skill.

I said skill, Veronica!

V: I am skilling, I never learned bust a move, remember?

Oh, fine.

Look, Veronica, it's Consort!

V: Where?! Hey, you know that's still not funny...

Sure it is.

It was kind of lonely dancing all by myself,

So later on I invited some people over.

GASP. Veronica, did you just-

V: Bust a move? Yup.

V: Aren't you proud of me?

You know, I actually am.

V: "Hey, Contessa Breanna, look what I can do!"

V: "See me jumping in mid air? Isn't awesome?"

V: "Uh, Contessa, what's with the face... I thought my bust a move was great..."

NO, CONTESSA, NO!

Veronica, stop that! Don't look into the light!

V: "But purple light is pretty..."

You there, Carmen, don't just stand there with that stupid smile on your face! DO

SOMETHING!

Too Late. Gulp.

V: "Something's coming over me..."

"...I feel kinda funny."

Damn you, Contessa. Look at you! You're so pleased with yourself aren't you?

"Yes. Heh, heh."

"I vant to suck vour blood. Bleh, Bleh!"

Oh, Geez. Can this story get anymore screwed up? Finding Consort really

shouldn't be this hard; this was supposed to be a nice simple story... Sigh.

Well, will Veronica like her new life among the undead? Will the business track

EVER show up in the paper? And what about that crush on Dagmar, when will

she get rid of that? And when, for the love of plumbbob, will she ever find

Consort? You'll just have to find out the answers to these questions next time.