So far, Calcinidae Bay has:
A public primary & secondary school
A sports field
One public library
A spa
A cinema
One hotel/restaurant (somewhat fancy)
A city hall
A water park
A mall (supermarket, tech store, chain restaurant, chain cafe, jewellery, newsagency, clothing)
A train station
A small organic store/cafe
A pawn shop with an apartment upstairs
One apartment lot with 4 individual flats
10~ residential lots
The Kitstop (important)
What do you think I should prioritise next? 🤔 I'd love to build a park/playground but I really want those to fit into the surrounding lots & suburbs, so I can't really build them until I've built said lots, LOL.
What would YOU build next?
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vegaspete theater au
vegas is an extremely competent, extremely tired stage manager on a theater production that is just on the threshold of being a complete disaster. (vegas is the single piece of duct tape holding it all together. he knows this. he also knows he won't get a single bit of acknowledgement over it and he will die mad about it, thank you).
featuring:
kinn as director (vegas hates every single artistic decision he's made, and he can't do shit about it because the play is being bankrolled by korn)
porsche as main lead (clearly the only thing saving this production, if only the director would stop wasting all of their time by flirting with him, goddammit. these actors are on equity! we can't just extend rehearsal time every time you two get lost in each other's eyes! vegas is ready to murder someone, and that someone is kinn)
tankhun as costume designer (tankhun is cheerfully ignoring the color-coded budget vegas handed him, and once again vegas can do shit-all to stop him, so the props department is eating the cost and they are so tilted about it. the costumes look great tho.)
plug everyone else in where you feel is best. some ideas:
kim is also an actor, and he's absolutely infuriating to work with (self-explanatory)
tawan is also an actor, and it's very terrible for everyone until he gets himself booted off the production, thank god
chay as assistant sound designer (also serial flirting during business hours. vegas cannot believe it is working on kim, certified world's biggest asshat)
macau on set construction, because thinking about macau with a saw makes me happy
and, of course, pete. lighting designer, moonlights as a techie when one of their techies ragequits and another falls extremely ill two weeks before opening. always responds to vegas's emails promptly, has all of his lighting cues well in order, helps the techies fix some of the older lighting equipment that they have to use in lieu of new equipment (maybe if people FOLLOWED THE BUDGET-). spends two sleepless nights holed up with vegas in the tech booth redoing half of the lighting cues when kinn decides to reblock all of act 2 during tech week (someone give vegas a gun. please, dear god. he only needs to use it once.)
vegas doesn't really notice him too much early on, but notes in the back of his mind that pete is trustworthy and competent. and then the nightmare that is tech week happens, and pete saves everybody's asses multiple times over. and during that brutal double all-nighter, sleep-deprived vegas finds a kindred soul in pete, and it's over for both of them.
after opening night, which somehow is not the worst production vegas has stage managed in his whole life, vegas and pete have thank-god-everything-worked sex backstage, and pete hands him some of the rope they use for rigging so that vegas can tie him up, and vegas is so fucking grateful for this shit production, if only because he got a pete out of it.
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grieving with family is so complicated, cause sometimes, no matter how much I love them, I just... can't with them.
each person in my family keeps trying to force their way of grieving, their way of coping onto the people around them.
people keep telling me how I'm supposed to feel, how I'm supposed to react, and that's one thing, I can handle it.
but my aunt (my uncle who passed's wife) keeps having people tell her how she's supposed to move on, and it's driving me bonkers. they keep telling her that finding out more answers about his death is not gonna fix things, that it's gonna not gonna ease her pain, that she just... shouldn't.
and like. yeah. there's a point to be had. but as someone who lost someone very close to me (my papa) very similarly, like, please, please, *please* stop telling her how she's supposed to fucking feel. like. oh my fucking God.
I swear.
it's been a few days, let us grieve how we're gonna grieve for just a minute. wanting answers isn't unhealthy. processing real or imagined guilts and coming to terms with it and clearing it isn't unhealthy. letting people grieve for a minute how they're naturally grieving is so important.
there does come a point where certain forms of grief become unhealthy, but trying to force someone to grieve differently DAYS after the death occurred, is like... such a dick move in my mind, especially when it's just the natural progression of thought and emotion and everything.
I don't know if I make any sense, especially cause I'm trying to leave as much detail out as possible, I just need to vent all this anger and frustration out before I snap.
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UPDATE 1, the disinformation age; —
word count; — 37,548 words, with 5 chapters
personal thoughts; — tda, while i like the direction it's going, isn't quite what i'd intended to set out to write, so i'm curious to see if the original intention of it becomes a new wip altogether. it's in need of some heavy, heavy editing, for characterization and generally plot stuff and all that, but i'm enjoying the characters coming to life.
characters introduced so far that my partner said "wow, that's horrific, i love it"; — agent frankenstein, agent eve, nickei nines
favorite side character; — wraith, who deserves an entire arc of her own but likely will not get one, at least not in this draft.
plot realizations; — tda, while being based on the concept of a superhero society's implications, seems to be straying further from superheroes entirely? and nickei seems to be developing, unfortunately, a Complex.
favorite excerpt from chapter five thus far; —
“I don’t want to have this argument with you.”
“Yeah, can’t remember I’m your prisoner. Ruins your wet dream, doesn’t it? Newsflash, Nines —” Ren says theatrically, sitting up on the cot with a wild gleam in his eye that hasn’t been there in days. “No one coerced me into leaving my post. No one had to con me into killing you. The disgust and the filth that runs this city — the A.R.C. Initiative as a whole — can’t you see that you are the best and most disgusting example of their success?”
Perhaps visiting Ren had been a bad idea.
Nickei’s temper has never flared the same way as Ren’s, and that is no exception now, tilting his head to the sit as the words process, approaching Ren and the antsy way he moves.
Nickei leans forward, invading Ren’s personal space, and like an idiot, Ren doesn’t bother leaning back. He’s never been able to back down from a challenge. Is this a challenge?
“I am the only reason you are alive,” Nickei says lowly, reaching forward to grab Ren by the collar. How strange it is, that he is the reason Ren is alive and Ren is the reason he died. “You can air your grievances to the crematorium you would’ve gone to, do you understand me?”
Ren, defiant to the last, understands every word and will not appeal to any of it.
“No,” Ren spits, though this time there is no saliva landing on Nickei’s face. “And one day, Nines, you are going to see that keeping me alive was the worst decision you could’ve made.”
taglist; — (ask to be +/-) (this is an old taglist from when the project was first introduced, fair warning)
@themadmage @charlesjosephwrites @pimclementine @username-in-waiting @reckless-rider
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