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thatkidwholikesthunderbirds · 3 years

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TAG Mini Bang 2021

Hey fam, This is mine and the amazing @katblu42′s contribution to the @tagminibang. Katblu42 wrote the story, of which I love so much, and i made a couple of doodles to go with it.

We both worked really hard on it, hope you enjoy.

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Deep Water

The summer is drawing to an end when an almost-twelve-year-old Virgil is lumped with looking after little bro Gordon for the day. When a simple walk in the woods becomes more than they bargained for, the pair must work together to overcome their fears.

Written by @katblu42

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“Hey, Virgil. Whatcha doin’?” Gordon bounced down the stairs and watched his brother carefully pack his brand-new artist’s set of watercolour pencils, mini easel, and sketchbook into his backpack, using one of his hoodies for padding. “I’m gonna go out on the top track and try out my new pencils. It’s gonna be a really nice day for practicing landscapes. I want to try and capture the way the light filters through the trees and . . .” As Virgil excitedly rambled on about all the things he wanted to draw, Lucy emerged from the kitchen with a lunchbox packed with sandwiches and snacks and two water bottles for Virgil to add to his bag. She ignored the eye-rolling from the younger boy, who obviously didn’t share the enthusiasm for artistic inspiration. Placing a hand on Virgil’s shoulder as she handed him the last of the supplies, Lucy smiled. “Sounds like the two of you are going to see all kinds of wonders today,” she said. Virgil opened his mouth to question, but she didn’t give him a chance to speak. “You’re going to take your brother with you.” “But . . .” was all Virgil managed to squeak out, while Gordon sported a look of surprised incredulity. “It will do you both the world of good to spend some time together, just the two of you.”

Lucy knew these two didn’t always get along, mostly due to Gordon’s talent for finding exactly the right buttons to push to try Virgil’s patience. In fact, Gordon did that with everyone, but it somehow affected Virgil the most potently. Lucy, Jeff, and the other boys had little tolerance for Gordon’s annoying antics, but the fact that Virgil usually had an abundance of patience was exactly why Gordon got under his skin so much. With Virgil, Gordon would keep on pushing, keep needling, insistently nagging until that patience wore thin and caused Virgil to react in frustration. As a result, Lucy had noticed Virgil tending to avoid spending too much time with Gordon. But today she needed to pair them up together. Grandma would be by any minute to pick up Scott, as she was helping him log extra flying hours towards his pilot license while Jeff was away for work. John had already left for the library where they had been running a special summer program in the AV centre focussing on early space exploration because today was the last day he’d be able to see it. “Aw, Mom!” Virgil whined. “If he comes, I won’t get any drawing done.” “Yeah, Mom,” Gordon joined in, wrinkling his nose, “can’t I stay with you?” “Nope!” Lucy ruffled Gordon’s unruly blond locks. “I have errands to run today.” Gordon groaned. He hated being dragged all over town when his mom was running errands, mostly because the entire day was usually spent listening to her tell him he couldn’t run off too far or do anything fun – getting up to mischief, she called it. Lucy knew her day would be difficult enough with a toddler in tow without adding a hyperactive six-and-a-half-year-old to the mix. For a moment, she felt for Virgil. In a way, he had a point. He’d have to keep Gordon occupied, which would take his focus away from his artistic endeavours, but she had faith that the two of them would find a way to make it work. She stood between the two boys and, with a hand on a shoulder of each, pulled them into a hug. “You two go out and have fun.” She placed a kiss on first Virgil’s and then Gordon’s forehead. “Be good, look after each other, and don’t get into any trouble!” She ushered them through the door and watched them head out, turning back to wave goodbye to her from the front gate before continuing westward towards the top track. She would always worry about her boys out there on their own, but they all knew the rules and had repeatedly been warned of the various dangers contained within their little patch of wilderness. Virgil was not inclined to be reckless or break the rules, but the lure of an interesting view could distract him at times. Looking after a younger brother would help keep his attention more focused. It was one of Lucy’s secret weapons. Pairing a big brother with a little one always seemed to make the big brother more inclined to obey the rules and watch for dangers.

The two boys made quick progress across the open paddock towards the trees, Virgil striding out confidently, Gordon occasionally having to run for a few steps to catch up. Once they reached the track that wound its way through the trees, the pace began to slow. Virgil’s gaze wandered as he walked, noticing in great detail the colours of the foliage and tree bark, the stark contrasts formed by shafts of sunlight filtering between the trees and highlighting this branch or those leaves. He would hear the cry of a bird and look up, searching the treetops to see if he could catch sight of the culprit. Despite the distractions, however, Virgil didn’t stop walking. He had a destination in mind, and he was keen to get there so he could start drawing. Gordon found distractions of his own along the track. He’d hear skittering noises in the dirt and leaf litter beside the track and stop to see if he could spot the creature that had scuttled away. He found spiderwebs woven between the trees and bushes, and noted with interest whether or not the spider was home and if they’d caught anything. He, too, would search the trees and sky for birds that called out their various songs. Unlike Virgil, Gordon stopped often and would have to run to catch up to his bigger brother, usually after Virgil called out to him to hurry up. After falling behind for the fourth time, Gordon decided to run ahead along the track a bit. That way Virgil would have to catch up to him! He stopped short when he came to the fork in the track. An idea struck him, and he jogged back to his brother. “Hey, Virgil?” He had a glint in his eye that the older boy knew well enough to be worried about. “We should go down to the lake!” “No.” “Oh, come on! Why not?” His voice was verging on whiny and his expression close to a pout. “We’re not supposed to go to the lake on our own, it’s –” “We’re not on our own, we have each other!” Gordon didn’t want to give Virgil a chance to argue or talk about possible dangers. “We’re not gonna do anything dangerous or anything. It’s nice by the lake. Besides, you said your pencils were watercolours. Shouldn’t you draw something with water?” “That’s not . . . Uugghh!” Virgil sighed, rolled his eyes, and rubbed a hand through his hair. He knew steering this particular brother away from water was going to be a hard sell, and if he was honest with himself, his little brother was right about the lake being a good place to draw. It would give him an opportunity to practice drawing reflections, which was something he’d been wanting to experiment with. And the view across the lake was pretty spectacular. But swimming in the lake could be dangerous. If they went to the lake, Virgil knew his entire day would be spent watching Gordon in the water. Gordon studied the expression on his brother’s face for some sign of what he was thinking. He had that look of intense concentration he used when he was figuring out how to fix something. Virgil slowed to a stop and looked down at Gordon. “If we go to the lake –” As Virgil spoke, Gordon’s face broke out in a wide gap-toothed grin as he sensed he had won. “I said if! If we go to the lake, you have to promise me you won’t go for a swim. I came here to draw, not play lifeguard.” “Aww! Virge, it’s summer! It’s a great day for a swim.” His smile was gone, and he now had to trot alongside his brother as Virgil began walking again, setting a brisk pace. He was going to have to fight hard to get his way. “Pleeeeease!” No reaction. “What if I promise not to go in any deeper than up to here?” He indicated his waist. Virgil’s eyebrows drew down into somewhat of a scowl, but he slowed his walking pace again. “You have to stay dry above the knees,” he said. “Yes! Okay, I can do that.” Gordon’s big, infectious grin was back, and he literally bounced with happiness and excitement at his victory. “I promise I won’t go in past my knees, and I’ll be good so you can just do your drawings.” Virgil tried to keep his expression serious, but his little brother’s glee was so irresistible he couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Pretty soon he was grinning too, and they headed down the left fork in the track towards the lake. As they descended the narrow trail, weaving between trees and larger rocks, the hard-packed dirt underfoot gradually giving way to sandy soil, Gordon’s excitement was barely containable. He ran ahead down the track, calling to Virgil to hurry, ran back to his brother urging him to walk quicker, tugging at his hand, gave up, and ran ahead again before he could even see Virgil roll his eyes. The whole process was then repeated. Twice. Soon enough the trees lining the track thinned out, allowing glimpses of dark blue water. The track curved, and suddenly they emerged from the trees onto an expanse of silty sand with the lake spread out before them, rippling and glistening in the sunlight. The dark greens of the trees on the far side of the lake separated dark blue water from pale blue sky on the horizon. Gordon ran straight to the water’s edge, while Virgil took a moment to take in the entire scene. The lake itself didn’t cover a particularly large area, but it was very deep in places. Virgil estimated that it was more than half a mile from side to side, north to south, and possibly as far as three hundred metres to the trees on the other side from where Gordon now stood. The hills to the north funnelled water down into the lake via a network of creeks and streams. The surface of the lake looked relatively calm, but it hid unpredictable undercurrents as the water worked its way to the small stream that trickled away from the natural dam at the lake’s southern tip. There were a few tiny islands dotted throughout the lake, most of them closer to the far side, some large enough to have trees growing on them, others no more than large rocks with their tops protruding from the water. A short walk along the water’s edge northward took Virgil past a small wooden pier with a little dinghy tied to it, gently rocking and bumping with the lazy motion of the water. Beyond that, the flat sand gave way to a series of rocky, sloped banks. Picking his way up over some of the lower rocks, Virgil climbed up onto a large, relatively flat boulder that afforded him a good view and room to set out all his materials. He could see the beach (as Gordon called it) and his brother discarding his shoes and socks so he could explore the shallows and the little boat attached to the pier, with the water stretching away before him. Once he had carefully unpacked his easel and sketchbook and placed his pencils beside him within easy reach, Virgil began to sketch out some rough outlines. It wasn’t long before Gordon popped his head up over the edge of Virgil’s rock platform.

“Is that all you’ve done so far?” he asked with curious disbelief. “You should use more colours.” “Gordon.” Virgil’s tone was a warning. “Okay, okay,” Gordon said, raising his hands, palms outwards. “I just wondered if it’s lunchtime yet. I’m hungry.” Virgil resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he looked at his younger brother, searching for any signs of mischief and finding none. He realised Gordon was probably right, it was time for lunch. Virgil had been too caught up in what he was doing to notice how long it had been since they’d eaten breakfast. “All right, let’s see what Mom packed for us to eat.” He dug the lunchbox and water bottles out of his backpack while Gordon climbed up onto the rock and sat cross-legged beside him. Neither boy was surprised to find their mom had provided each of them with their favourite sandwich toppings, and they ate hungrily. Gordon would have polished off all the snacks too, but Virgil prudently suggested they should save those for later. They washed the sandwiches down with a hearty helping of water, making sure to save some of that too. When their little picnic was done, Gordon started to scamper back down over the rocks. “You can go back to drawing now,” he delivered a parting shot with that cheeky grin, “I’m gonna go see if I can find any fish.” “Stay out of the water,” Virgil warned. “You just ate.” “Ugh! I’m not stupid, Virgil! And besides, I’m only going in up to my knees, remember!” “I remember. I’ve just gotta make sure you do!” Virgil watched as Gordon started to clamber down the rocks. “Stay where I can see you!” he called after him. “And be careful! The rocks can get slippery.” “I’ll be fine!” Gordon yelled back, and added under his breath, “Spoilsport.” “I heard that!” Virgil didn’t see Gordon poke his tongue out before he ran off along the sand to go and get his feet wet again. He stood in the shallow water, running his hands over the slimy reeds looking for little fish. He spent some time digging his toes into the sand to see what little creatures came darting out into the water as it clouded around his feet. Virgil’s focus was split between the landscape that was rapidly developing on the paper and keeping tabs on Gordon. Every little, excited exclamation had Virgil looking along the beach, wondering what his brother had found. But his attention was inevitably pulled back to his watercolour sketch. Coming out of the water for a while, Gordon picked his way along the sand, gathering a pocketful of stones before finding a spot to stand and skip them across the surface of the lake. He was pretty proud of the one he managed to get to skip eight times before it sank. The clicky slap of the first skipped stone had Virgil’s head turning to watch, making sure his brother was still keeping out of trouble. He wondered who had taught Gordon to skip stones and fondly remembered Scott showing him how it was done. Gordon was actually pretty good at it, and he kept at it for quite a while. After that, Gordon wandered closer to the trees looking for beetles and interesting insects. He even took one or two of them over to show Virgil. He did the same with some of the smooth pebbles he’d found, especially the ones that had pretty colours or unusual patterns. Virgil liked those ones, he could tell. And every time he returned to Virgil up on his rock, while he munched on a snack or took a drink of water, he took a peek at what his brother was drawing. There was one main drawing of the view across the lake that was more and more detailed every time Gordon saw it, but there were some other smaller sketches too. Gordon wasn’t sure if they were like little practice drawings for things that Virgil wanted to add to the main one or if they were something else. It looked like some of those extra sketches included him, some were of the treasures he’d brought to show his brother, and some he couldn’t quite decipher yet. The afternoon sun beat down on them, too high in the sky for any shadows long enough to provide decent shade. Virgil barely noticed, but Gordon felt the heat. He had climbed back down from Virgil’s perch and was now sitting on the end of the little boat dock dangling his feet in the water. He kicked his feet, splashing and watching new ripples form. The water was pleasantly cool against his legs, but his head and shoulders yearned for that same refreshing feeling. He looked out across the lake, longing to jump in and immerse himself in liquid heaven. He was regretting his promise. “Gordon,” Virgil called down to him, “stop splashing around so much. I don’t want you falling in.” In response, Gordon just sighed. A gull squawked nearby, and he watched it wing its way to a large rock protruding from the water, joining other gulls and ibises sunning themselves. It was the closest island to where he sat, and it didn’t look too far to swim to. It was so hot. It would just be a quick swim. “Hey, Virgil,” Gordon called out, twisting his body around to look up at his brother, “how far do you think it is to that big rock out there?” Virgil took a moment to stand up and stretch muscles that he hadn’t really moved in nearly two hours. He looked where Gordon pointed and couldn’t help doing a rough calculation in his head to estimate the distance, but he knew where this question was leading. “Too far,” he answered. “You’re not going to swim to it. No deeper than your knees, remember?” “But, Virge . . .” “No, Gordon! It’s dangerous. We don’t swim out that far when Mom and Dad bring us down here, I’m not letting you go out there alone.” “But I’m a good swimmer, and the water’s really flat and calm, and it’s so hot . . .” “I said no!” Virgil was almost shouting now. Why wasn’t Gordon listening to him? Couldn’t he see how bad an idea this was? “It’s gotta be at least eighty metres out to that rock, and you can’t see the currents at work under the surface or the reeds or the cold spots or how deep it is. It’s not like swimming in the pool in town.” “Eighty metres is easy! I already have my two-hundred-meter freestyle achievement certificate. I’ll be out there and back in no time.” As he spoke, Gordon started removing his T-shirt. “Gordon, don’t!” Virgil’s heart was hammering at his rib cage like it was trying to break free, and he started making his way down the rocks towards the boat dock, knowing he wasn’t going to be quick enough. “Bet I’ll do it in the fastest time ever. Time me, Virgil.” And with a flash of a wicked grin, he turned and dived into the water. Virgil ran across the sand and onto the wooden dock, heart still pounding fit to burst as Gordon swam away. All he could do was stand there and watch. As scared as he was, he couldn’t help being a little bit in awe of his little brother. Even though he was little, he was a good swimmer. From his very first swimming lesson two years ago, he had been very much at home in the water. He learned fast and seemed to have the knack of skimming the surface of the water when he swam – unlike Virgil, who always felt like he was fighting the water, trying to stop it from pulling him down. He didn’t mind admitting that Gordon was a better swimmer than he was, but the little fish had no experience with open water – or getting out of trouble on his own. It wasn’t long before Gordon was halfway to the rock island, and everything seemed to be going fine. Virgil even managed to start to relax a bit. It seemed like he was going to make it out there just fine. His pace had slowed a little, but that was to be expected. Then suddenly something wasn’t right. Gordon had slowed right down, almost to a complete stop, his legs no longer breaking the surface with his kicks. He rolled onto his back and made a couple of awkward backstrokes, then he went under. Just for a millisecond. But it was enough to have Virgil scrambling to get into the dinghy. Gordon tried to shout, but the effort seemed to cause his head to bob under again. Virgil rowed as fast as he could, his head twisted to look over his shoulder, not wanting to take his eyes off his little brother, praying each time he went under that he’d see blond hair break the surface again. Swear words repeated over and over like a mantra with every stroke of the oars. Strong, long strokes propelled the little wooden boat through the water. He fought back panic. He would get there in time. He had to get there in time. He had to save his brother. Gordon seemed to be losing the battle to stay afloat, arms flailing, panicking, bobbing and spluttering. He knew Virgil was trying to get to him, and he was desperate to keep his head above water until he got there, but kicking was difficult and painful. His left leg was not obeying. He’d never experienced a cramp like this before. Virgil finally reached the spot where Gordon had just gone under again. Leaning over the side of the boat, mindful of leaning too far and capsizing, he grabbed a flailing arm with one hand and reached the other into the water to grab a handful of blond hair. He ignored the shock of the cold mere inches below the surface and hauled his brother up far enough for him to gasp for air. He adjusted his grip and dragged Gordon into the boat, where he lay coughing and spluttering, shivering and absolutely terrified. Virgil sat, boat rocking beneath them, breathing hard and equally terrified, watching his brother, grateful for the coughing because at least he knew he was still breathing. “You okay?” Virgil panted out once the coughing had died down a little. “Cramp!” Gordon gasped out in reply, indicating his left leg. “Calf muscle? Here?” Virgil was kneeling with Gordon’s left foot resting on his thigh, fingers gently kneading into his calf. Gordon responded with a nod and a little groan of pain. Virgil spent a few minutes massaging the cramped muscle. He wasn’t sure if Gordon’s tears were from the pain in his leg or fear or relief, but he suddenly felt like he’d do anything to stop them. All he could offer were words of reassurance. Words that comforted both of them. “It’s okay, Gords. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” Virgil’s fingers worked methodically, gently, gradually relaxing the muscle, relieving Gordon’s agony, and calming both of them down in the process. Gordon was soon wriggling his leg free of Virgil’s grasp to sit up on the floor of the little rowboat. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs, still shivering. “Hold on, Gordon.” Virgil shifted himself back onto the seat and took up the oars. “Let’s get you back to shore and then we can warm you up.” Rowing back to the wooden dock seemed to take so much longer than it had to row out into the lake. Virgil wasn’t sure if this was because there were currents working against him or if he was just a great deal more tired now. Or maybe it was the lack of terrifying urgency driving his actions on the return trip. Either way, he was grateful to make it safely to the dock and get the boat secured. Gordon was adamant he could get out of the boat on his own, but Virgil’s assistance was accepted readily when he found himself unsteady on his feet. Virgil retrieved the T-shirt Gordon had so hastily tossed aside earlier and draped it over his little brother’s back. It didn’t take much convincing for Gordon to remain sitting on the dock in the same knees-huddled-to-chest position he’d adopted in the boat while Virgil raced up to his rock platform to retrieve all his gear. He also made a quick dash across the sand to find Gordon’s discarded shoes before returning. He didn’t like how quiet and still the normally boisterous boy was. The paleness of his skin and the fact he was still shivering – or perhaps trembling – worried him even more. The now damp T-shirt had been pulled on over his head but offered little in the way of warmth. “Hey, Gordon. Arms up,” Virgil instructed, holding his own hoodie ready to slip over the blond head. Gordon did as he was told without comment or complaint, seeming to Virgil a little like some sort of robotic puppet. The hoodie was way too big, but it was soft and thick and most importantly dry. With head and arms now inserted into their correct holes, Virgil knelt in front of Gordon and pulled the hoodie down over his entire tucked-up body. Not even his feet protruded from beneath the hem. He then wrapped his arms around the whole bundle of little brother and rubbed vigorously to generate some heat. “Virgil?” Glossy brown eyes peeked out from beneath the sweater’s hood. The voice was quiet and had a quality to it that felt somehow small and uncertain. “I’m sorry.” The look in his brother’s eyes, more than the words, stung Virgil somewhere deep inside. “What?” Virgil answered. “What for?” “I didn’t listen. You told me not to and I . . .” “That doesn’t matter now.” Virgil’s arms tightened ever so slightly around him, and Gordon rested his head against his big brother’s shoulder. “All I care about right now is making sure you’re okay.” For a moment, the two boys stayed locked in the embrace, Gordon letting the feeling of safety envelop him, Virgil feeling the rise and fall of Gordon’s chest with every breath. He was relieved to find his brother relaxing into an even, steady pattern of deep breaths. There was no sign of any wheezing, and the coughs and splutters seemed long gone. “Come on. Let’s get you home,” Virgil said softly, giving Gordon’s back one final rub before releasing the hug. He slipped his backpack straps over his shoulders, held his hands out for Gordon to take so he could help him onto his feet, then lifted him up into a reverse piggyback hold. Gordon’s arms looped around his neck, and his legs wrapped around his waist without hesitation or protest, and Virgil set off for home at a slow but steady pace. The gentle but constant incline of the path back to the top track gave Virgil quite a workout with the additional weight he carried, but he took it in his stride. Gordon remained so still and quiet, hooded head resting against his left shoulder, Virgil thought he might have fallen asleep. He tried not to jostle his bundle of brother too much as he picked his way up the hill. When he reached the relative flat ground where the lake path rejoined the top track, Virgil took a moment to catch his breath, and Gordon stirred. “Hey, Virgil?” he said quietly. “When we get home . . . we don’t have to tell anyone what happened, do we?” “Gordon, we have to tell Mom. You nearly drowned!” Gordon caught his brother’s gaze and for the first time saw there was fear in those deep brown eyes. It made something in his insides feel fluttery. “But I’m okay,” he pleaded. “You saved me.” “I pulled you out of the water, but . . .” Virgil wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence and sighed. “If you got any water in your lungs, that would be bad. I’m not sure exactly how it works, but sometimes it can make a person have trouble breathing hours after they’ve been rescued from drowning.” “Oh.” The initial response was almost whispered, then Gordon’s features and tone brightened. “But –” “Did you swallow any water?” Virgil cut him off. “Because the water in the lake could make you sick if you did.” Gordon’s brow creased. “No. I don’t think so. Maybe?” Virgil sighed once more, then began walking again. “I don’t want to scare you, Gords, but what happened out there was a big deal.” “I know,” Gordon whimpered, and held on to Virgil a little tighter. “But I’m not scared now. I’m safe. I was afraid. In the water, when I thought . . . when I couldn’t . . . It was scary, but now I’m not scared because you’re here and you saved me.” Virgil remained silent. “Would it be less scary for you if you stay with me until you know I’m not going to get sick or stop breathing?” Gordon whispered. The rhythm of Virgil’s footfalls faltered for a step or two. “I promise I won’t leave your sight until you’re sure I’m okay. Then we don’t have to tell Mom unless I get sick. Okay?” For a moment, Virgil couldn’t say anything. The lump in his throat was too much of an obstacle. He blinked a few times to clear his swimming vision, huffed out a ragged sigh, and hitched his brother a little higher on his hips. “Okay, Little Fish. You got a deal. I won’t tell Mom, and you and I stick together like glue for tonight.” Not long after their deal was struck Virgil’s steady paces brought them out of the trees and into the paddock, with home in sight. It seemed they had beaten Lucy home, as her car wasn’t parked in its usual spot, but John’s bike was neatly leaned on its stand next to the others, and Virgil suspected Scott was already home too.

He was relieved to finally climb the stairs and deposit Gordon gently on his feet on the front porch. Slipping off his backpack and rolling his shoulders to ease tired muscles, Virgil followed his younger brother through the front door and into the kitchen. He might have known Gordon would gravitate towards food. At least this was a good sign – if Gordon was hungry, then he probably wasn’t feeling any ill effects from swallowing lake water. “Oh, look. It finally happened,” Scott said with a smirk and an elbow to John’s ribs. “One of Virgil’s hoodies grew legs and walked away.” “Ha-ha,” Gordon replied as he grabbed the jug of juice from the fridge. “Seriously, Gordon,” John spoke up from his seat at the kitchen table, where he and Scott had been finishing their afternoon snacks, “what’s with the hoodie? It’s gotta be ninety-six degrees outside.” “He just wanted to prove me wrong,” Virgil chimed in, walking straight to the cupboard and grabbing a couple of glasses. “I told him he would disappear completely inside one of my hoodies.” He noted the suspicious looks but ignored them as he poured juice for himself and Gordon. “How was the space thing at the library?” As John began eagerly explaining in great detail the highlights of the interactive exhibition, Virgil met Scott’s expression of curiosity with his best nothing-to-see-here shrug. He knew the innocent look he tried to project wouldn’t be enough to prevent Scott from seeing straight through the change of subject. Scott’s sapphire-blue eyes had the ability to cut like diamonds, and right at that moment Virgil felt the full weight of their scrutiny. He tried to give a reassuring smile and turn his attention to John’s increasingly fast-paced account of the space exhibit. “Actually, that sounds pretty cool,” Gordon said with an air of surprise and a warm smile at the conclusion of John’s animated description. He drained the dregs of his glass of juice and turned to Virgil. “I’m gonna go upstairs and change clothes.” “I’ll be up in a minute,” Virgil replied. Gordon left the room at a trot and bounded up the stairs. Scott and John were both back to studying Virgil intently. “What?” “Why’s Gordon so attached to you all of a sudden?” Scott asked. “He’s practically asking you for permission to leave the room.” Virgil’s gaze flicked between the blue and the turquoise, and he resisted the urge to squirm. “I don’t know. I guess we just had kind of a good day.” It was the only thing Virgil could think of to say. “You two spent the whole day together and you’re not sick of the sight of each other?” It was John’s turn to question the lack of frustrated bickering that would normally have surfaced between them. Virgil just shrugged, finished his own glass of juice, and picked up his backpack. “I’m gonna go put this stuff away.” He left the room, deliberately not hurrying but desperate to escape from the interrogation he felt was coming. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, Gordon’s bedroom door opened. He was wearing his clownfish pyjamas, and Virgil couldn’t help but grin. “Virgil?” Gordon packed so much uncertainty into just his name Virgil was a little concerned at what might be coming. “Do you think maybe . . . I mean could we, maybe . . . Do you wanna build a blanket fort with me?” “Actually, I think that’s a pretty great idea.” When Lucy arrived home, wrangling a grizzly Alan who had missed his afternoon nap, and exhausted from a rather frustrating day full of unnecessary delays at every stop, she found Scott and John in the kitchen getting dinner started. Neither had seen the other two boys in a while, so she settled Alan in the living room with his favourite cartoon and headed upstairs to investigate. She found them in Gordon’s and Alan’s room. At least, she found evidence that this was where they had been for some time. Half of the room was obscured by a complex construction created out of pillows, blankets, and assorted bed linen supported by various pieces of furniture and some rather ingeniously rigged clothesline string. “Well, look at you two in here together, thick as thieves!” Lucy said as her head emerged from between two blankets that served as the entrance. “Hi, Mom! We’re building a blanket fort!” Gordon explained excitedly. Virgil rolled his eyes. “She can see that, doofus.” “And it is quite an impressive feat of engineering.” She winked and smiled. “What did you boys get up to on your walk today? Lots of exciting adventures, no doubt.” A look passed between the two. “Nothing,” Gordon blurted out, just as Virgil spoke. “Not much.” Virgil added a shrug and a somewhat apologetic expression. “Just . . . boy stuff.” “Yeah, Mom. Boy stuff,” Gordon repeated emphatically. “We can’t tell you because you’re a girl.” Lucy’s head tilted slightly, an eyebrow raised, and the corners of her mouth and eyes began a slow upward quirk into a smile. She wondered what they were up to, but she was happy the two of them were getting along well. “Hmm. Does this boy stuff include any drawings I’m allowed to see?” If they wouldn’t tell her where they’d been, perhaps she could discern something from Virgil’s sketches. “Can I show you later? Tomorrow maybe?” Virgil squirmed a little under the inquisitive gaze of those soft, honey-coloured eyes. Usually he loved sharing his artworks with Mom. She always praised the bits she thought he’d done well and knew exactly how to suggest little improvements without making it seem like he’d made mistakes. Sometimes it felt like she saw more in his drawings than what he’d put in them. “Okay,” she said, changing tack. “Are you two coming out of there to join the rest of us for dinner?” Another look between the brothers. The plot thickening before her eyes. “Can we come back in here after dinner?” Gordon asked. “Could we, maybe, both sleep in here for tonight?” Virgil followed up quickly. Lucy studied the faces of her two brown-eyed boys. These two were not regular partners in shenanigans. There was something going on here that she was not quite sure she understood just yet, but there didn’t seem to be any harm in what they were asking. “I don’t see why not,” she answered, and was rewarded with two beaming smiles. “Go wash up and you can set the table while I help your brothers finish up in the kitchen.” Dinner for the most part was about as chaotic as usual. Alan was still irritable and played with more of his food than he ate, making a mess of himself and the table in front of him in the process. Scott and John both gave lengthy answers to their mom’s enquiries about how they had spent the day. There were all the usual arguments over who would get the last helpings of this or that as plates and dishes were rapidly emptied, their contents hungrily devoured. Virgil and Gordon managed to talk about the more innocent parts of their day, clinging to descriptions of what plants were flowering, the types of birds they saw, the spiders and beetles and butterflies, rather than any specific mention of the lake. As the scrape of knives and forks on plates finally died down, Lucy began clearing serving dishes off the table. “How about tomorrow we all have a day at the pool?” Standing behind her water-baby as she spoke, she gave his hair a ruffle. John and Scott were both quick to answer with excited affirmatives, Alan enthusiastically exclaimed “Swim!”, but she didn’t see the panicked look that flashed across Gordon’s face as he looked across the table at Virgil. “That sounds great, Mom,” was Virgil’s reply as he kept his eyes firmly on Gordon, trying to relay a sense of calm reassurance that he didn’t really feel. If anyone noticed Gordon’s lack of enthusiasm at the suggestion, no one made mention of it. Perhaps his reaction was lost in the flurry of activity as the table was cleared and Alan was escorted upstairs for his bath. Virgil did notice an odd expression cross Scott’s face as he watched Gordon begin loading dirty cutlery into the dishwasher, but he said nothing before leaving the kitchen. John and Scott had helped cook dinner, so Virgil and Gordon were left to load the dishwasher and tidy the kitchen. “Gordon?” Virgil caught his little brother’s attention with a gentle flick of a tea towel, and a sullen expression was his reply. “Don’t you want to go to the pool tomorrow?” Gordon shrugged. Virgil kept his voice low, not wanting anyone to hear the conversation. “You always get excited about going to the pool. You’ve been begging Mom to take us every day for the entire summer. People will ask questions if you suddenly don’t want to go.” The look in Gordon’s eyes was a complicated mixture of fear, sadness, and uncertainty that had Virgil once again wanting to do anything he could to take away the pain. He was about to say something more when he heard John’s voice carry through from the living room and thought better of it. The discussion wasn’t over, but it would have to wait. The rest of their kitchen duty was completed in awkward silence. Chores done, they headed upstairs, back to their blanket fort. They had barely begun to settle into the pile of pillows and cushions when a small hand, followed by a headful of slightly damp blond hair, poked through from beneath a blanket wall. Bright blue eyes sparkled as a giggle escaped through a cheeky grin. “Peek-a-boo!” Alan exclaimed and wriggled his way into the enclosure. “Alan!?” Lucy parted the fort’s entrance with her arms so the blankets draped like a stage curtain. As her eyes came to rest on her littlest, a wave of relief was reflected in her fond smile. “Say good night to your brothers and I’ll read you a story.” Liberal good-night cuddles were dished out to both big brothers before Lucy ushered Alan out so she could bundle him into bed. “You two – shower or bath, teeth brushing – go!” she instructed. By the time Virgil and Gordon had washed and brushed and were attired for bed (again in Gordon’s case), Alan was asleep, the bedroom was illuminated only by Alan’s star projecting night light, and their mom was holding her finger up to her lips. “Shh. Try not to wake your little brother,” she whispered. She gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “Don’t stay up all night!” Virgil and Gordon were soon alone and comfortably secure in their plush fortress. Their flashlights had been propped between pillows and furniture so they provided a soft glow amid the cosy gloom. “Talk to me, Fish,” Virgil said softly. “You’ve been so quiet since dinner. Are you feeling okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” Gordon’s slumped posture added to Virgil’s impression that his brother looked pretty miserable. “It’s just . . .” A huge sigh escaped his tiny frame. “You’re worried about tomorrow?” Virgil finished for him. “Do you think I could tell Mom I have to do some reading for school or something?” Virgil’s eyes widened and his heart dropped into his stomach. His little brother might not be physically sick or injured, but he was not okay. “You know that’s not gonna work, Gordon. You’ve been pestering her all summer to take you to the pool. If you suddenly don’t want to go, she’s going to be super suspicious. And nobody will believe that you would ditch the pool in favour of schoolwork. Especially in summer!” “I know.” Another sigh. A long silence. “It’s just, when Mom said we’d all go to the pool tomorrow I . . . Normally I’d be really excited, but this time I kind of got scared.” “What are you scared of?” Gordon thought Virgil’s question was a pretty stupid one considering what had happened at the lake, and his scowling glare communicated as much. “I mean, what exactly scares you about going to the pool? Are you afraid you might get into trouble like you did in the lake?” Gordon’s expression turned more quizzical as he considered what Virgil was trying to say. “Because the pool is going to be very different from the lake. The water is clear. You can always see the bottom. The temperature is controlled and kept fairly warm. There’s a lifeguard on duty all the time keeping everyone safe, and we’ll all be there with you. You won’t be on your own, far from shore.” “I guess.” “Gordon, you love the water. You always have, even when you were tiny. You’re always happiest when you’re in the water – even if it’s just the bath or splashing in puddles.” “Not anymore.” “You have to get back on the horse,” Virgil said absently, almost to himself. “What? What horse? What does that have to do with the pool?” “It’s a figure of speech. Something Grandpa says. If you fall off the horse, you’ve gotta get right back on. You can’t let one bad experience make you scared forever, and the sooner you get back up on the horse after falling, the easier it is to ride again.” Gordon looked uncertain. “So, you’re saying that I have to go to the pool tomorrow and get back in the water or else I might be scared of swimming forever?” “I’m saying you have to go to the pool tomorrow because swimming makes you happy. You’re good at it, and you can’t let today stop you from doing something that makes you light up like Fourth of July fireworks and grin like the Cheshire Cat.” There was another long silence. Gordon scooted a little closer to his big brother and rested his head against Virgil’s shoulder. “Will you stay with me tomorrow? At the pool?” Virgil wriggled his arm under his brother and tugged him closer. “For as long as you need me to,” he affirmed. “We’ll start off in the shallow end. Mess around for a while, just getting wet, splashing about. Pretty soon you’ll be swimming like a fish and I won’t be able to keep up. But I promise I’ll stay close and watch out for you, okay?” “Okay.” Despite how tired he sounded, there was a brightness to Gordon’s voice that caused a wave of relief to sweep over Virgil. The day’s exploits had exhausted the two boys. Their little nest was cosy and warm, and the close contact between them helped relax them both as they quickly drifted off to sleep. But Virgil’s usually sound sleep was disturbed by unpleasant dreams. Twice he woke suddenly, heart pounding and breathing hard, certain that something terrible had happened and with an unshakable need to check on Gordon, only to find him safely asleep beside him. He lay awake after each nightmare, watching the even rise and fall of his brother’s chest, noticing every little twitch and murmur made as he slept. He had a feeling it would be a while before he could completely shake these nightmares, but it was comforting to think that Gordon had been spared the same kind of disruption through the night.

*** Morning dawned bright and warm, and despite the duvet cover preventing much sunlight penetrating the sanctuary of the fort, Gordon was awake with the dawn chorus. He tried to let his brother sleep, happy to listen to the soft snores and try not to giggle, but he quickly became impatient. Virgil woke to gentle but insistent poking to the ribs and the repeated whispering of his name. When he peeled his eyes open, he was greeted with brown eyes mere inches in front of his own and a beaming smile. “We’re going to the pool today, Virgil,” Gordon whispered with a hint of excitement. “You have to get up.” “Okay, okay,” Virgil managed to somewhat grunt as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. Then he registered the expression on his little brother’s face, the gleam in the eyes and the fact that the smile still hadn’t faltered, and a smile of his own spread from the depths of his heart and across his face. The mixture of nerves and eagerness thrumming through Gordon all morning was enough to give the rest of the family the impression he was full of barely contained excitement fitting for the day of a visit to the pool. He repeatedly asked when they would be leaving and was repeatedly told they would head out after lunch. He offered to pack everyone’s towels and Alan’s floaties into a bag ready for later, and he fidgeted and bounced his way through to lunchtime. After lunch, as promised, Lucy piled all the boys into the family car and drove them to the public pool. She paid their admission, and they all tumbled through the turnstile. As usual, Scott, who had never grown out of wanting to go everywhere at top speed, and Gordon raced away to find them a spot on the grass where bags and towels could be unceremoniously dumped before they hit the water. By the time Virgil and John joined them, T-shirts had already been discarded and comments about the fate of the last person into the water were being bandied about. When Lucy was finally able to set down her load of Alan and the bagful of necessities required for their day out, her four oldest boys were already racing towards the Olympic-sized pool. Scott first, John not far behind, and Gordon practically dragging Virgil by the hand.

Lucy kept an eye on her boys happily splashing about with each other in the shallow end of the pool while she got herself and Alan stripped down to their bathing suits and slid Alan’s floaties on over his head and arms. They had started a game of Chicken Fight by the time she slid herself into the water and lifted Alan down into her arms. John, sitting on Scott’s shoulders and Gordon atop Virgil’s, were locked in grappling combat. Scott and John had the advantage of both height and reach, and it was not long before Gordon toppled into the water. A rematch produced the same result in short order, and Gordon exacted revenge by distracting Scott with an underwater pantsing, causing him to break his hold on John, who overbalanced and slid from Scott’s shoulders into the pool. Lucy and Alan laughed along with the others as Scott protested foul play. Handstand competitions and a game of Freeze Tag followed. Lucy took Alan to the toddler pool where he could splash about more freely, instructing the older boys to behave and try not to bother other pool users too much while she was gone. Virgil was pleased to see that, just as he’d predicted, Gordon was happily swimming rings around them all as they played. He’d stuck close to Virgil at first, but after the Chicken Fights, he was swimming farther and faster in his efforts to escape being tagged and spending longer underwater with every passing minute. It seemed he had slipped right back into his home environment without any lasting dramas. As the afternoon shadows grew long, one by one Lucy’s boys returned to their spot on the grass. She and Alan had grown tired of the water first, and Alan had even had a short sleep amongst the pile of towels as they waited for the others to tire themselves out. Scott was first of the older boys to tire of swimming and return to towel off and dress in dry clothes, with John quick to follow. Lucy was a little surprised at how long Virgil lasted in the water until she spotted him sitting on the edge of the pool with just his feet and lower legs in the water watching Gordon as he shot back and forth across the free-play area, dodging strangers. She gave a shrill two-finger whistle. Virgil, recognising the signal, turned his head to look back at her, and she beckoned with her hand to indicate it was time to go. It seemed to take a while to convince Gordon to get out of the pool, but Lucy was not surprised. The car ride home was a fairly quiet one, the boys having spent a great deal of energy over the course of the afternoon. They brightened at the suggestion of ordering pizza for dinner when they got home, and there was a brief buzz of conversation when she mentioned their father would be home by the weekend. He had only been away for two weeks, but the older boys had never really grown out of getting excited by his return. This latest trip wasn’t as far away as Mars or even the moon, but the prospect of having Dad home again still triggered that same feeling of welcoming someone who had been long absent. He may not visit space for work any longer, and his absences could be measured in days instead of months or years, but it was always great to have him home again. “He already has big plans for this year’s Last Day of Summer,” Lucy mentioned with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “It’s only ten days away now!” While Scott and John speculated on what their dad might have in store for the annual family day at the lake on the last weekend before they went back to school, Virgil felt a small hand slip inside his and squeeze. He looked to his left at Gordon staring silently out the car window and gave a slight hand squeeze of his own in reply. While today had helped, it was obvious his little brother was still harbouring some fear of returning to the lake. There was no chance for Virgil to talk one-on-one with Gordon when they got home from the pool. As was fairly normal in the Tracy household, there always seemed to be someone else around or something that needed doing, and before he knew it, Gordon was already tucked in bed and reading a bedtime story with Mom. Virgil took a little longer than normal in the shower, needing the time alone with his thoughts. If Gordon acted anything less than excited about going to the lake for Last Day of Summer, it wouldn’t be long before their little secret would come to light. He had to find a way to get Gordon’s confidence back, but he was starting to wonder if he could manage on his own. With something like this, he would normally talk things out with Scott. It felt wrong to be hiding something from him and even more wrong to be hiding things from Mom. He was beginning to wonder whether he should just let the cat out of the bag and tell the truth, but he really didn’t want to let his little brother down either. Unable to face revealing how close he’d come to letting his brother drown, Virgil ended up avoiding any chance of conversation for the evening and shut himself away in his room until it was time for bed. John was in and out of the shared bedroom as he began preparing to turn in for the night, but it was not unusual for the two of them to quietly do their own thing without really exchanging words. When Lucy popped her head inside the door to check on her two quietest boys and say good night, Virgil tried his best to act like everything was normal. Her gaze fell heavily on him for a moment, and he had to fight the urge to tell her everything about the day at the lake and ask her advice. “Don’t stay up too late, boys,” she playfully warned them. “Lights out by 9:30 please, Virgil, and John, no more stargazing after lights out!” “Okay, Mom,” they both answered automatically and in chorus. “Good night.” It took a while for Virgil to fall asleep that night, mind whirling with the thought of his little brother being afraid of something that had always been a source of such joy. There had to be a way to fix it – every problem had a solution, you just had to find it, that’s what Dad would say. As tired as he was, his mind kept trying to focus on finding that solution before drifting away into a sleepy fog. Gordon didn’t know exactly what time it was, but he knew it was very late. The house was quiet. The room wasn’t dark – Alan’s night-light saw to that – but he couldn’t hear any voices, any indication of anyone moving around downstairs or in the bathrooms and bedrooms. Everyone must be asleep. He had startled awake, sitting bolt upright, breathless, heart pounding, eyes prickling with oncoming tears and really wishing he wasn’t so alone. He’d been dreaming about the lake, and now he didn’t want to go back to sleep. Slipping silently from his bed, he tiptoed across the floor, careful not to disturb Alan, and crept out into the hall. He hesitated for a moment. Normally he would head for his parents’ room, but Mom would ask what the dream was about, and he didn’t want to tell her about swimming in the lake. He didn’t want to get in trouble – or get Virgil into trouble. Gordon changed direction and headed for Virgil’s and John’s room. Being very careful to open the door without a sound and close it just as silently behind him, Gordon stood in the pitch-dark bedroom for a moment and let his eyes adjust. He couldn’t understand why his bigger brothers liked it so dark, he found it a bit creepy, but he couldn’t turn on the light and risk waking John. It wasn’t long before he could make out the shape of Virgil’s bed amongst the gloom, and he stealthily padded across the carpet to stand beside his sleeping brother. Now that he was here, he wasn’t really sure how to wake him or whether he should. He stood twisting the fingers of both hands around each other, close to tears again. “Virgil?” he whispered, barely above a breath. No response. “Virge?” This time a little louder, a little more desperate, a little more whiney and accompanied by a sniff. He tried tapping Virgil’s shoulder a few times, but his brother didn’t budge from where he lay curled on his side, facing the wall. In the end, not knowing what else to do, Gordon climbed across the bottom of the bed and squeezed his way past Virgil’s knees, wriggled himself under the covers and Virgil’s arm, and curled himself into the space between his brother and the wall. It was around three a.m. when Virgil woke to find he wasn’t alone in the bed. He didn’t know how or when Gordon had come to be there, but he could hear him softly whimpering and feel him shaking with the occasional sob. “Gordon,” he whispered softly, “are you okay?” He tugged his brother a little tighter to him, feeling him struggle to get the sobbing under control and even out his breathing. “Had a bad dream,” came the ever-so-quiet response. Virgil eased his grip and shuffled over on the bed, allowing Gordon to roll over and face him, but he kept his hand resting against his brother’s back. Neither of them spoke for a moment, and the quiet darkness seemed both comforting and ominous at the same time. Gordon heaved a deep breath in and let it out in a sigh before breaking the silence. He kept his voice low, but once he started, the words tumbled out in a torrent. “I can’t go back to the lake for Last Day of Summer, Virgil. I don’t want to go back in the water and everyone will know that’s not normal and want to know why and I don’t want them to know what I did and –” “Shh,” Virgil soothed, rubbing Gordon’s back as he spoke. “We’ll work something out together. I promise.” “You mean so we don’t have to go?” “No, I mean so you won’t be afraid anymore. We have to go. It’s tradition. And I think we both have to go back to the lake and confront our fears.” “You’re scared too? Wait, what are you scared of?” It was Virgil’s turn to let out a sigh. “Gordon, as annoying as you sometimes are, you are my little brother, and if anything happened to you – anything really bad, I mean – I’d be . . .” Another sigh. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you. And I guess I’m scared of what might have happened. I keep having bad dreams where I couldn’t save you.” Gordon was suddenly wrapped around him like an octopus, his skinny little arms squeezing tight around Virgil like he was never going to let go and legs twining their way between bedding and body to latch on too. Despite feeling a little bit trapped within the many-limbed embrace, Virgil felt oddly comforted by it. “You don’t have to hold so tight, little octopus. I’m not going anywhere,” Virgil whispered into blond hair. “I’m not an octopus,” came the muffled reply, buried somewhere in Virgil’s neck, “I’m a squid.” “Okay then, Squid. How about we try and get some sleep and work this out tomorrow?” Gordon’s hold on his brother relaxed enough for them both to get a little more comfortable in the bed, but it was clear he wasn’t letting go. Virgil managed to get one arm disentangled enough to trace his hand back and forth across Gordon’s back, helping to lull him to sleep. Slumber quickly claimed the older brother soon after.

*** Morning crept up on them, dawning overcast and gloomy, despite being summer warm. As a result, Gordon slept later than he normally would and was woken by John’s quiet movements as he rolled out of the bed on the other side of the room and shuffled towards the bathroom. If John noticed the interloper in Virgil’s bed, he didn’t say anything, so Gordon took the opportunity to unceremoniously climb over his brother and hightail it back to his own room. Virgil woke with a start after yet another nightmare. Sitting up and trying to reacquaint himself with reality, he realised Gordon was no longer with him, and his heart rate ratcheted up a few more notches in brief panic. Catching sight of the clock and taking a few slow, deep breaths, Virgil managed to convince himself that everything was fine, Gordon had obviously just woken up earlier and was more than likely perfectly okay. But he needed to check. He tumbled out of bed and, after a brief detour to the bathroom, stumbled his way down the corridor in search of Gordon. Finding the tiny two’s bedroom deserted, he headed downstairs and found his target in the living room. Virgil stood in the doorway watching Gordon playing with Alan for a few minutes. Seeing his goofball brother being his normal, animated self and hearing the shrieks and giggles his antics prompted from Alan were enough to reassure him that yes, Gordon was just fine. Sometime after Virgil had found himself some breakfast and begun to consider himself properly awake, John found him sitting at the piano, absently staring out the window. John didn’t recall hearing Virgil play any practice exercises, and Virgil’s brow was furrowed in deep concentration, so John concluded that he was there more for the familiarity than the urge to play music. He did this sometimes – sat there just thinking, wheels turning, gears shifting, working something out in his head – and John always found it interesting to watch the thought process play out through Virgil’s expressions. But the expression wasn’t changing. “Virgil?” John prompted with some concern. “You okay?” With a jolt, Virgil tore his eyes away from the view he wasn’t really seeing out the window and focussed them on John. “Yeah.” Virgil sighed. “I just have something I need to do, something that needs fixing, and I don’t know how to do it.” “Look it up,” John answered with a shrug. “That’s what I’d do. There’s probably a book about it somewhere or a repair manual or instructional video. If I want to know how something works or how to do something, I start with research.” With that, John walked away, leaving Virgil to ponder how to research fixing a fear of swimming in a lake. And then it hit him. Research was the answer, he just had to look up the right thing – not how to fix the fear, but all the things there were to be afraid of. The more information you know about the thing you’re afraid of, the less scary it becomes. So, all he had to do was look up everything that could cause someone to get into trouble swimming in a lake – and maybe rivers, streams, and oceans too – and learn everything about them. If he knew how to spot the dangers or how to prevent them and how to get out of trouble, then maybe Gordon wouldn’t be afraid anymore. Virgil set off at a run to go and find Gordon. At first, Gordon wasn’t sure about this idea of Virgil’s. Sitting in front of a holoscreen looking up information sounded a lot like homework. But Virgil was insistent that they at least give it a try. After all, it couldn’t hurt to know more about different waterways. “Okay, so where do we start?” Gordon asked as they settled themselves at the big desk in the corner of the living room. “Well, what scares you most when you think about going swimming in the lake?” “Getting another cramp.” Gordon’s reply was quiet, and suddenly Virgil hated himself for making his little brother revisit that moment when everything had gone wrong. He put his hand on Gordon’s shoulder and offered a reassuring squeeze. “Then let’s start there. We can find out what causes cramps when you swim and learn how to prevent them or how to manage them.” Virgil found a great deal of information on muscle cramps related to swimmers, which he quickly became quite absorbed in. He had to remind himself to stick to the sites with simple wording and steer clear of the ones that crossed too far into medical jargon territory. The boys learned the importance of warming up before swimming, being careful not to overexert the muscles, and staying hydrated. They also found that cold water could increase the chance of cramping. Virgil physically shivered at the memory of plunging his arm into deceptively cold water to grab at one of the only parts of his little brother he could still see. They researched swimming in cold water, what caused cold spots in lakes and rivers and whether you could spot them, and ways you could avoid them or deal with them. They learned about different types of currents – ones you could see, and ones you wouldn’t know about until you felt them. Submerged objects, reeds and seaweed, rocks and tree roots . . . “What are you guys doing?” Scott startled them so badly Virgil jumped and Gordon squeaked. “Researching water safety.” Virgil decided honesty was the best way to go . . . to a point. “It’s for Rescue Scouts.” “But we don’t go back to Rescue Scouts until a week after school goes back.” Scott eyed both brothers suspiciously. “We know, but there’s no harm in getting in early, and Gordon really wants his Water Safety badge.” Virgil had to resist the urge to squirm under the scrutiny of his big brother’s gaze as Scott remained silent for what seemed like a whole minute. “Well, it’s time for lunch,” Scott finally said before turning his back on them and heading for the kitchen. Gordon grinned up at Virgil, who huffed out a long exhale in relief. He didn’t think Scott completely believed the Rescue Scout story, but it seemed as though they would be able to continue their research unquestioned. In fact, no one questioned the time these two spent together in snatches of an hour or two here and there over a couple of days, continuing to search out information on the best ways to stay safe in just about any body of water. Gordon had even made a scrapbook of notes and pictures so he could keep track of all the things they’d learned. Excuses aside, when Rescue Scouts resumed after the summer break, Gordon would already be well on his way to earning his Water Safety badge in earnest. As promised, Jeff was back home by the time the boys awoke on Saturday morning, and he began dropping hints about his plans for the best Last Day of Summer yet. It was to be bigger and better than ever before because, for the first time since they began making the end-of-summer vacation a celebration, it coincided with Virgil’s birthday. The first hints encouraged the boys to check their tents and sleeping bags. It wouldn’t just be a day out with a picnic lunch this year, it would be an overnight campout. There was a promise of campfire tales and s’mores and a special surprise that required the night sky as a backdrop. There were hints about guests that prompted a whole day of guessing who might be joining them at the lake. Grandma and Grandpa were the first confirmed additions to the guest list, along with “Uncle” Lee and a mysterious extra guest from England and his daughter, who was apparently around Virgil’s and John’s age. Amidst all the building excitement about the big event at the end of the week, signs of Gordon’s nervousness about returning to the lake were easily missed by the rest of the family. Only Virgil saw the signs – the slight frown at Scott’s mention that they’d all need to remember to bring their swimmers and towels, the look of horror at John wondering if he’d see more stars if he rowed out into the lake after dark. Virgil decided he’d have to take Gordon back to the lake before the weekend. They needed to return to the scene of the crime. Gordon, having come to much the same conclusion in his own way, approached Virgil after breakfast on the Wednesday. The day was clear and bright, much like it had been on the morning of that fateful day little more than a week before. It seemed like a good day to go back and face the monster that the lake had become. “Virgil,” Gordon said quietly, despite there being no one else in the living room at the time, “can we go back to the lake today? Can you take me?” “Today seems like a good day to me,” Virgil answered with a gentle smile. “We’ll have to tell Dad we’re going out for most of the day.” Now that Jeff was back from his trip and working from the home office, Lucy was spending more time at work. The boys were expected to look after each other and only interrupt their father if it was important, but Jeff would check up on them all throughout the day. “Do we have to say where we’re going?” Gordon twined his fingertips around each other, raising his eyes to meet Virgil’s from a head trying to look down at the floor. “We’ll tell him we’re going back to the place we visited last week to finish the drawing,” Virgil suggested. “It’s not exactly a lie. We are going back to the same place.” The knock on Jeff’s office door was tentative but loud enough that he heard it over the voice of the colleague on the other end of the video call. He muted his audio to tell his visitor to wait a moment before unmuting and bringing the phone conversation to a conclusion. “Come in,” he finally called towards the closed door. He was a little surprised by the request for this particular pair to spend a day out together on their own, but he remembered Lucy mentioning something about these two having been out on the top track the week before. He gave them permission to go provided they tell Scott and John where they were going and promise to be back by five. “Take something to eat and plenty of water, Virgil,” he reminded the older boy, “and look after your brother.” “I will, Dad.” Virgil gave a solemn nod, and the two boys slipped back out of the office, closing the door behind them. Bag packed with sandwiches and water bottles, art supplies for the sake of appearances, and towels, the boys were soon striding out across the paddock towards the top track. This time there were no lingering looks at the scenery as they walked – the birds, spiders, and bugs were largely ignored. Unlike the last time they had set out together, Virgil had no desire to hurry, and he let his younger brother set the pace. He noted with a small amount of pride the purposeful strides, the determination in the set of squared shoulders, and the fire in amber eyes as Gordon focused his energy on reaching their destination so he could do what needed to be done. Gordon’s determined march stuttered to a somewhat abrupt halt when they rounded the last curve and stepped onto the silty sand of the lake’s beach. With his eyes fixed on the water, shoulders drooping, it seemed Gordon’s fire had died. Without a word, Virgil placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, the simple gesture having the desired effect – lending the younger boy enough resolve to steel himself once again, lengthen his spine, and straighten his shoulders. Virgil steered them over to a patch of sand where he could spread out a towel for them to sit on. Shoes were shed in preparation for the inevitable trip to the water’s edge, but the boys remained seated. “What do you see out there?” Virgil asked. “It’s the same. Calm. Flat. But it’s different from last time too.” Virgil waited for a moment before trying again, wanting Gordon to see past the feeling of fear. “Remember what we learned about studying the ripples?” he prompted. “Is it really flat and calm?” There was silence as Gordon’s gaze focused intently on the expanse of blue stretching before them. The embers of the fire that had previously lit his eyes seemed to ignite anew as he studied the surface, looking for telltale signs. “There are reeds just under the surface over there,” he said, pointing a little to their left, “and the ripples over here are different to that bit farther out where it looks really smooth.” Virgil could see Gordon’s confidence growing as he gestured to various parts of the lake, telling his big brother what the differences in the rippled and smooth areas were likely to mean in terms of what was going on beneath the surface. Pretty soon they were on their feet and striding into the shallows to test the waters. Gordon entered the water at a slow walk, which Virgil thought was through caution or trepidation at first, but then Gordon gently trailed fingertips through the reeds and beckoned his big brother over. “Virgil, come look,” he called, looking up at him with a grin. “There are fish that feed in the reeds.” The next half hour was spent following Gordon through the shallows exploring the aquatic life found therein. As the younger boy got more caught up in watching the fish, finding different types of reeds, discovering eels, and excitedly pondering all manner of life in the depths of the lake, they wandered deeper into the water. Virgil followed and listened, answering questions as best he could when asked, smiling fondly all the while. The Squid was in his element. “Hey Gordon,” Virgil said as he playfully splashed a well-aimed hand scoop of water into the side of his little brother’s head. “You realise you’re getting your shirt wet, right?” Gordon looked down at the water that was now up to the middle of his chest and back up at his brother with a grin. “Oops.” They briefly returned to the little beach, shed their shirts, and laid them down in the sun to dry. “You know, when we come back this weekend, we’ll mostly be swimming out here where we just were.” Virgil nodded his head back towards the little patch of lake they’d just explored. “We could go a little deeper, actually lift our feet off the bottom and swim for a while. This is the only part of the lake any of us have ever really swum in before.” Gordon’s eyes sparkled with light reflecting off the water as he pondered Virgil’s words for a moment. Mom and Dad had always suggested the boys shouldn’t swim out past where they could touch the bottom and definitely never past the end of the wooden pier. Looking at the pier and the dinghy tied securely to its mooring drew his eye to the rock island beyond, tantalisingly close, yet so terrifyingly far. Virgil watched his squid brother scanning the water, casting his gaze over the safe and familiar. He saw the moment the line was crossed and thoughts turned to the challenge just that little farther afield. Once again, he placed a hand on Gordon’s shoulder, hoping to redirect his thoughts. “Why don’t we just go back in, swim around for a while, have some fun where we know it’s safe?” “Yeah, okay,” Gordon agreed, a little half-heartedly. Virgil took his brother by the hand, and by the time they’d taken two steps, they were running towards the water. He only let go once they were in deep enough that a tug of the hand lifted Gordon’s feet off the bottom and propelled him a short distance through the water. He received a splash to the face for his efforts, but his little brother was smiling and treading water. In no time at all, Gordon was literally swimming rings around his big brother, splashing at him and darting away, taunting him, daring him to swim after him. It was hunger that drove them out of the water and back onto the dry sand sometime later. PB&J sandwiches were retrieved from the backpack and devoured. The late summer sun warmed their shoulders as they sat in content silence, listening to the lapping of the water and the cries of the birds. Virgil would have been happy to remain there soaking it all in, but Gordon soon became restless, his gaze drifting back to where water birds were drying their outstretched wings. “Virgil, I wanna swim to the rock.” The fire was back in Gordon’s eyes. Virgil studied him for a moment, seeing that same determination that had driven the march to the lake. He wasn’t asking for permission, he was making a statement. It was what he’d come here to do – the demon he needed to conquer. Virgil wasn’t feeling anywhere near as courageous as his little brother looked at that moment. “Gordon . . .” “I need to do it, Virgil.” He turned his head, those glowing embers burning straight into his big brother’s wide brown eyes. “But I need you.” “I can’t . . .” “Use the boat. I’ll swim, you row. If I get into trouble, you’ll be right there.” Virgil had to look away. The intensity in those eyes, the body language, the strength of will in his little brother were too much. But it was the faith Gordon was placing in him that was twisting his gut. He caught sight of the rock island, out there beyond the boat docked at the pier. He was suddenly very aware of his own heartbeat thumping just a little too hard and a little too fast. Gordon needed this – needed him to do this with him. He couldn’t let the Squid down. “Okay,” he agreed with a sigh. He had expected a look of triumph, a smile, a victory dance . . . something. Anything but the simple nod and determined knitting of Gordon’s brow that he received in reply. The younger boy then grabbed his water bottle and took a long draught. “Staying hydrated helps stop you getting cramps, right?” Gordon asked. Virgil nodded. “And I should do some warmup stretches before I swim out there.” “Right again.” Virgil was gladdened by the amount of thought and preparation Gordon was putting into the task ahead of him this time. “And you’ll stay close in the boat?” There it was, the uncertainty just below that confident façade. “Right beside you all the way, little brother.” Virgil tried to school his expression into one of reassurance, but he wasn’t sure he managed it. They made their way across the sand and onto the wooden planks of the pier, then stood studying the expanse of water for a moment, watching the ripples and trying to read currents. Looking for dangers. At last Virgil could put it off no longer. Gordon was warmed up and ready to go, they had assessed the risks and had plans in mind for just about any eventuality. It was time to untie the boat and take up the oars. Sitting in the gently rocking dinghy, Virgil had to take a moment to close his eyes and concentrate on a few deep breaths to quell the hammering in his ribcage before looking back up at Gordon and giving a nod. He was as ready as he’d ever be. This time when Gordon dived in, he began his swim with a measured pace rather than a burst of speed that he wouldn’t be able to maintain. Virgil didn’t have to work too hard on the oar strokes to keep up with him. Not far out there was a brief moment of panic when Gordon suddenly stopped his forward momentum and started treading water. An odd expression furrowed his brow, then he ducked his head under the water. Dropping the oars and preparing to make a grab for his brother, Virgil was sure his heart stopped beating altogether for a second before the blond head re-emerged above the surface. Seeing the panic in his big brother’s eyes, Gordon grinned and held up the weed he’d just untangled from his leg. “It’s okay, Virge, no cramps, just waterweed.” And with that, he resumed his swim with a flurry of swift kicks and smooth strokes. By the time Virgil could regather the oars – and his wits – his little brother was ten meters ahead of him. It took only a few strong pulls on the oars to catch up again, but Virgil knew his pulse rate was not going to climb down out of the stratosphere until they were both on dry land. It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a few minutes before Gordon was able to lay his hands on the slippery surface of the rock. Finding a decent hold, he clambered up far enough to sit on a crag, feet still in the water, triumphant grin lighting up his features, water droplets catching the sunlight, causing his hair and skin to glisten as he caught his breath. “I knew I could do it!” he panted as Virgil drew the dinghy close beside him. “I never doubted you, Squiddo,” Virgil agreed, practically beaming with pride at his brother’s achievement. “Now, are you gonna swim back? Or do you want a lift?” Gordon’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t really thought about the return trip. Virgil chuckled. “Um, I think maybe I’ll just come back with you in the boat.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair, dragging it back from where it was dripping into his eyes. “No problem, Fish. You’ve proved enough for one day.” With a bit of manoeuvring, jostling, and boat rocking, Gordon was able to climb into the dinghy and settle himself into the seat at the prow. To him, the journey back to the dock seemed to take no time at all. Virgil’s strong, steady strokes with the oars propelled them quickly and smoothly through the water as though it took no effort at all. He jumped out of the boat and onto the pier before Virgil had even finished drawing the oars into the boat, then waited for Virgil to climb out and secure the mooring. “Virgil?” It was all the warning the older boy got as he turned to face his little brother, who closed the space between them at a run and launched himself into what became a squid hug, arms and legs tightly wrapped around Virgil’s torso. It took Virgil a couple of backward steps before he could steady himself under the sudden additional weight. “Thank you. You are the best big brother.” Virgil returned the embrace, allowing a chuckle to escape as he rested his head against damp hair. “You are a pretty amazing little brother, Squid.”

*** The Last Day of Summer celebration, and Virgil’s twelfth birthday turned out to be a fantastic, fun-filled event for all involved. Nothing could hold Gordon back from spending as much time as possible in the water, and so no one knew there had ever been a problem. The nightmares had run their course too. Summer vacation came to an end, and with the start of the school term, life returned to normal. A few weeks later a chance meeting at school pickup resulted in a few puzzle pieces slotting into place for Lucy. Gordon’s class teacher spotted Lucy waiting in the Kiss & Drop zone and made a passing comment about his wonderful piece of creative writing for the obligatory “What I Did Over Summer” assignment. When they got home, with the boys all occupied with snacks or homework and various afterschool activities, Lucy dug out Gordon’s writing workbook and found the story in question titled “My Summer Vacation,” with a large A+ written in red at the top of the page. My Summer Vacation I did lots of things in summer with my big brothers and we had lots of fun but there was one scary day. I went swimming in the lake when I wasn’t supposed to and I nearly drowned but my brother was there and he saved me. After that I was scared to go swimming, but he told me it would make him sad if I didn’t swim anymore because he says swimming makes me happy. We looked up all the ways you can get into trouble swimming in lakes and rivers and oceans. We found out all the ways you can look for dangers and get out of trouble in the water and how to be safe. Now I’m not scared to go swimming anymore. Well, that explained a great deal. Lucy smiled to herself and shook her head a little. She would have words with Virgil about the kind of secrets that needed to be shared with an adult, but she was struck once again by how amazing her boys could be and just how far they would go for one another.

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Sims 2 Traits Project Ideas

IF YOU STILL PLAY THE SIMS 2, YOU NEED TO SEE THIS. It's the system of 'Traits' from Sims 3 adapted to Sims 2. It is already revolutionizing game play, and it's amazing. Huge thanks to PlumbBob!!! I got so excited and ended up with a thousand ideas for it, so if you're a modder who is joining the Traits Project and catch a fancy to any of these ideas, please feel try to use them (and let me know so I can revel in the additions!)

This is just a badly put together list of giddy ideas that can be added to or changed if someone has a better suggestion for the idea (some ideas here might be purely wishful thinking, I'm not a modder so I don't know how possible/difficult some things are!) I apologise if any of these ideas have been suggested or done already!

So basically, here are some ideas I'd absolutely love to see come to life:

*** A ‘Not Animal Lover’ trait!! Some people dislike animals, just like kids.***

Absent-Minded: - Won't notice objects stolen by burglars - Won't react to babies that cry if paired with 'Dislikes Children' - Won't react to weather changes (rain/hail/snow) - Autonomously Stares at Fish tanks a lot (if paired with Animal Lover) - Higher chance of dying by Murphy bed - Higher chance of being robbed by the Charlatan/Klepto sims - Are easier to influence - Chance that they will lose most of their memories and relationship points with other sims if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Adventurous: - Positive memory to wish outcomes whether good or bad - Positive memory when abducted (if paired with 'Eccentric' OR 'Supernatural Fan') - Mood and Aspiration boost when travelling to exotic destinations - If RomanceAspiration, relationship and mood boost when woohooing in a public - If motives are low will lose most of their memories and relationships with other sims if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron - Chance that they will turn into a Neutral witch if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron (OR into an 'Evil Witch' if they posses the Evil Trait, or 'Good Witch' if they possess the 'Good' trait)

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Ambitious: - Autonomously purposely pick fights with Sims who have high body skill (If paired with 'Athletic' AND 'Daredevil') - Chance that they will turn into a witch that matches the alignment and skill of the cauldron they taste from - Higher chance of success when pleading with the Grim Reaper

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Angler: - Will have a mood boost when log rolling and fishing - From the wiki Sims 3: A Sim with the 'Insane' trait will be able to fish in a pool (and sea??) (even if its just the animation?)

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Animal Lover: - Will approve of roaches (if paired with 'Insane' OR 'Eccentric') - Autonomously argue/lecture/boo sims who yell at cats/dogs - Mood loss when Fish die in the tank - Weirded out by Cowplant - but autonomously feeds it (its still an animal that deserves love. ??) - New 'Influence' social: 'Influence' others to adopt a cat/dog - Will cheer/celebrate when vampires turn into bats (if paired with 'Supernatural Fan')

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Athletic: - Can escape the Cow Plant (if paired with 'Genius')

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Born Salesperson: - Will gain 'Influence' points faster than normal

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Bot Fan: - Chemistry boost with Servos (if paired with 'Flirty') - Gains ability to 'Run amok' even if they're not a Servo (pretending to be servos themselves) (if paired with Childish) - Giggle/have mood boost if attacked by a 'SentryBot' (if paired with 'Insane' OR 'Unstable') - Try to 'razzle' RoverBots and HoverBots as though they are dogs - Will be furious if a Servo rejects their flirts (if paired with 'Mean Spirited' AND 'Insane' OR 'Unstable')

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Brave: - Ability to fight off Burglars - Will call the Fire department when a fire starts - Will try to put it out when a fire starts (if paired with 'Handy') - Less affected when scared by a ghost

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Brooding: - Autonomously stares out of window thinking - Autonomously hangs out by Monkey Bars - Autonomously chills on the Swings - Will dig holes in the ground when mood/aspiration is low and think of negative memories (digging their grave ahaha pain humour) - Will visit tombstones/urns often (if paired with 'Socially Awkward' or 'loser') - If WerewolfSim AND Male, will pee in the bushes (to mark their territory) - If ZombieSim, will visit/wander around tombstones

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Can't Stand Art: - Autonomously react negatively when another sim mentions art - Autonomously cheer when they witness someone ruining a painting - Will be disgusted when they see another sim painting - Relationship and chemistry loss with sims who like/work in art _____________________________

Cat Person: - Autonomously argue/lecture/boo sims who yell at cats - If VampireSim, will hiss at werewolves (unless friends or more)

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Charismatic: - Will gain 'Influence' points faster than normal - Able to shmooze the Headmaster successfully - Skill boost at Poker

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Childish: - Autonomously throw a tantrum when rejected for something - Higher chance of autonomously setting off the fire Sprinklers - Autonomously talk through a teddy bear to sims with low mood - Autonomously giggle at sims who chicken out on a diving board - Autonomously play with the refrigerator doors more (if paired with 'Loves Cold' or 'Rebellious') - After using telescope during the day to "spy" on their neighbors, will tease/annoy the sim who comes to confront them (if paired with Mean Spirited) - Autonomously cry if they receive a very strong punch to the arm when playing 'Punch U - Punch Me'. - Autonomously greets with 'Fake Out' - If WerewolfSim, will growl at sims they dislike/hate - Chance that they will revert to the age before their current one (adults to Teens etc) if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron - Autonomously influence sims to 'Prank' others / 'Put Soap in Fountain'

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Clumsy: - Slow skill gain at Pool Table - Ability to choke to death when eating? ? (If paired with 'Unlucky') - Higher chance of spilling food on a customer if they work as a waiter in a restaurant - Higher chance of catching fire when roasting marshmallows - Higher chance of dying by 'Running with Scissors' - Higher chance of bursting a pipe when digging

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Commitment Issues: - Mood loss when witnessing an engagement or wedding - If FamilyAspiration will reject engagement/marriage unless in a great mood and will worry about both accepting/rejecting for the next few days and have motive loss - If RomanceAspiration will reject engagement/marriage unless in a great mood. Will be happy about rejecting the offer. If they accepted, they will have aspiration and motive failure and worry about it

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Couch Potato: - Will eat sand when forced to go to the beach - can anyone but toddlers do this? (if paired with 'Insane' OR 'Unstable') - Will always fall off when log rolling - Will enjoy talking about Grilled Cheese - Autonomously influence sims to 'Cook'

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Coward: - Motive and aspiration loss when there is a burglar/fire - Motive and aspiration loss when witnessing a sim being turned into something supernatural - Motive and aspiration failure when witnessing a sim being turned into something supernatural (If paired with Supernatural Skeptic) - Motive and aspiration loss when animals are fighting - Motive and aspiration loss when sims are poking, shoving, slapping - Autonomously pee themselves and worry when they witness sims attacking each other/abduction/death (if paired with 'Over Emotional' OR 'Excitable') - Autonomously pee them self/cries when they are tricked by evil versions of Clown-in-a-Box, Brinks' Kite, and Water Wiggler. - Autonomously run away and worry when sims use the Axe-olutely Throwing Station. - Autonomously run away from a Bonfire - Autonomously worry when soap is added to the Temple of Jumbok IV fountain as a prank and it produces the curse - Will usually chicken out on a diving board - If WerewolfSim, will be affected by other werewolves howling (like a non-werewolf sim) - Higher chance of dying from 'Fright' when peeking at sleeping Vampires in their coffin - Will not autonomously taste from a Witches cauldron

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Daredevil: - Autonomously Tease Cowlpant - Will enjoy being electricuted - Autonomously add soap to the Temple of Jumbok IV fountain as a prank - Autonomously opens Vampire Coffins and gains mood boost when scared (if paired with 'Supernatural Fan') - Relationship and mood boost when asked by another sim to woohoo in public. - Autonomously go and test a Witches cauldron

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Disciplined: - No rummaging through the fridge for food-will make complete meal instead - Autonomously exercise before getting fat - Learns all skills faster - Learn teleportation faster - Will not throw tantrums - Less chance of being tempted by Cowplant - Has higher success at log rolling - After using telescope during the day to "spy" on their neighbors, will apologise to the sim who comes to confront them. - Higher chance of success when pleading with the Grim Reaper

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Dislikes Children: - Slower relationship gain with kids, much less if its not their own kid. - Will fear having a baby more often than want. - Autonomously scold/lecture toddlers who escape from the crib - Autonomously disapprove (shake head?) when a relative adopts a child and will start off with a negative relationship with the child - Autonomously cheer when they see children 'Running with Scissors' (if paired with 'Evil') - Autonomously 'boo' children who 'Show Off' (if paired with 'Mean Spirited' or 'Evil') - Will stomp their foot after losing at Rock, Paper, Scissors if losing to a child - Will disapprove when their child is born and have a negative memory (if paired with 'Grumpy') - Will disapprove when they/their spouse adopts a child and have a negative memory - Will be disgusted when in the same room as pregnant sims (If paired with 'Mean Spirited') - If RomanceAspiration, less chemistry to sims with children - Chance that they will become pregnant from the person they hate most if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron - Autonomously tease a toddler with a toy (can teens and up do this??)

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Diva: - If motives and aspiration are low they will slap sims that insult/tease/argue with them. - Autonomously Primps/brags a lot - Relationship/chemistry boost to rich sims - Relationship/chemistry loss to poor sims - Relationship/chemistry loss to unpopular sims - Relationship/chemistry loss to sims with a bad reputation - Relationship/chemistry loss to 'Socially Awkward' or 'Loser' Traits - Here they say 'There is also an alternate set of photos which non-playable Sims will take autonomously, depicting the Sim doing "sexy" poses.' Maybe make this possible for playable Diva sims autonomously too? - Will 'Skip Out on Bill' if food is spilled on them (if paired with 'Evil' or 'Mean Spirited') - Will have a large relationship loss to the sim who pranks them with 'Ventrilo-Fart - If FamilyAspiration will never forgive their partner for cheating on them, enemies for life. - If PopularityAspiration, will have aspiration failure if they throw a bad party. - Relationship and mood boost when woohooing in a Photobooth - Will forever hate the person that resurrects them as a Zombie - Chance that they will become facially disfigured (blotched plastic surgery) if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron - Ability to 'Check themselves out in a mirror' at any age above Teens

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Dog Person: - Relationship boosts with Werewolves - Autonomously argue/lecture/boo sims who yell at dogs - Less negative mood effect when hearing Werewolves howl if paired with 'Supernatural Fan' - If WerewolfSim, will growl at vampires (unless friends or more) - If WerewolfSim, accelerated relationship boost with dogs

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Dramatic: - Aspiration failure when anyone more than a friend dies (or pet) - Faints when they witness a fight/childbirth/abduction/death - If a sim they aren't attracted to/don't like tries to flirt with them, they react by throwing a drink in the sim's face (if paired with Diva) - Aspiration failure if they receive a bad make over on the 'Ug-No-More Makeover Station' and will hate the stylist (If paired with Diva) - Autonomously throw a tantrum if they fall off when Log rolling (if paired with 'Diva' or 'Hates the Outdoors' or 'Grumpy') - Autonomously run away when soap is added to the Temple of Jumbok IV fountain as a prank and it produces the curse - Will faint when seeing a sim 'Running with Scissors'. - After using telescope during the day to "spy" on their neighbors, will slap the sim who comes to confront them. - Will stomp their foot and have a relationship loss if they receive a very strong punch to the arm when playing 'Punch U - Punch Me'. - Will throw a tantrum and have a large relationship loss to the sim who pranks them with 'Joy Buzzer' - If PopularityAspiration, will have aspiration failure if they throw a bad party.

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Easily Impressed: - Easy to receive jokes/stories - Easy to please on dates - Quicker relationship gain with other sims - Autonomously cheer when kids and teens get anything from a C grade and up in school - Autonomously cheer and not have a relationship loss with the sim that resurrects them as a Zombie (hey, they were dead, now ALIVE?? AMAZE)

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Eccentric: - Get a positive memory when they catch boots and will admire them on the wall - Autonomously roast marshmallows when a fire breaks out instead of freaking out (until they catch on fire) - Autonomously cheer and have a mood boost if they receive a bad make over on the 'Ug-No-More Makeover Station' - Autonomously laugh when soap is added to the Temple of Jumbok IV fountain as a prank and it produces the curse - Autonomously start digging outside during a storm (if paired with Unstable) - If WerewolfSim, will growl at ghosts

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Eco-Friendly: - Autonomously eat spoiled food so not to waste (if paired with 'Frugal' AND 'Slob') - Will disapprove of pools for water wastage - Autonomously scold/lecture sims that add soap to fountains

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Evil: - Autonomously tease/torment children (more if Dislikes Children) - Will hate an enemy lifelong - Autonomously cheer/dance when someone they don't like dies - Autonomously chase/shout at animals they are not friendly with - double if 'Not Animal lover' - Autonomously cheer when animals die/runaway if 'Not Animal Lover' - Will roast marshmallows on a sim who is on fire instead of freaking out ??? (if paired with Unstable') - Will jump in the ashes of a dead sim they disliked (jumping in leaves/destroying sandcastle animation??) (if paired with 'Mean Spirited') - Autonomously make 'Evil Snowmen' - Autonomously shake ant farms more - Will laugh/cheer/clap (basically celebrate) if they witness the social worker taking theirs or someone's children (if paired with 'Dislikes Children') - Autonomously cheer when they see sims 'Running with Scissors' - Autonomously cheer when pets are fighting (if paired with Not Animal Lover) - If WerewolfSim, will 'savage' random sims - If Plantsim, can 'release spores of happiness (sadness??)' that actually lower other sims motives - If WitchSim, faster skill boost for Evil alignment - If WitchSim, slower skill boost for Good alignment - Will run away/be afraid of 'Good Witches' (if paired with 'Coward') - Autonomously cheer after seeing the ghost of someone they dislike/hate - Autonomously 'attack' their partners if they catch them cheating - New death: 'Purge of the Wicked' When a sim is so evil and twisted they literally combust when motives AND aspiration are low. (Dying vampire and death by flies animation smushed?) 'Purge of the Wicked' Requirements: 'Evil' trait AND 'Mean Spirited' AND 'Dislikes Children' AND 'Unstable', Fortune/Knowledge Aspiration, 10 Mean points, Is an maxed alignment 'Evil Witch', has more than 1 enemy, and has more than 2 tombstones/urns on their property.

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Excitable: - Autonomously Streak (if paired with 'Eccentric') - Autonomously cheer when a new household item is bought - Autonomously cheer (like when a sim beats the Grim Reaper) when their child is born (if paired with Family Orientated) - Autonomously streak during parties they throw (if paired with 'Daredevil' OR 'Eccentric')

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Family-Oriented: - Autonomously make 'Good Snowmen' - Higher chance of success when pleading with the social worker - Autonomously cry/worry if they witness the social worker taking someone's children - Autonomously cry and faint with a huge mood loss if the the social worker takes their children (if paired with 'Dislikes Children') - Autonomously cry if their child gets a bad grade (if paired with 'Over Emotional') - If WerewolfSim AND Male, will pee in the bushes (to mark their territory) - Autonomously "Do Chores" interaction (like Servos) only if they're a house spouse (unemployed) AND paired with 'Nurturing' OR 'Neat) - Aspiration and mood loss and crying after seeing the ghost of someone they love - Will hate the sim they catch cheating in the family and will cry for days (if paired with 'Over Emotional') - New death: 'Broken Heart': When a Family sim's partner and all their children (even adult kids) die, leaving them alone in the world. Chance of dying when motives and aspiration are low. 'Broken Heart' Requirements: 'Family-Oriented' trait AND 'Good' AND 'Nurturing', Family Aspiration, high relationship with their kids and partner.

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Flirty: - Here they say 'There is also an alternate set of photos which non-playable Sims will take autonomously, depicting the Sim doing "sexy" poses.' Maybe make this possible for playable Flirty sims autonomously too? - Mood boost when another sim walks in on them naked - Autonomously ‘Wolf-whistle’ at any sim of the preferred gender who is in swimwear/underwear/naked. - Chemistry boost with sims who Massage them on a Massage table - If RomanceSim, will have almost no chances failure to woohooing with their love interest when in the 'Love Tub' (if paired with 'Irresistible' AND 'Born Salesperson') - Autonomously cheer when sims streak

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Frugal: - Mood loss when an expensive item is bought - Less 'go out to restaurant' wants - Receives more coupons - Donate less/none to sims who are performing for money - Autonomously be difficult customers in OFB companies - Will 'Skip Out on Bill' at a restaurant (if paired with 'Evil' OR 'Mean Spirited') - Autonomously sigh after being made to donate or tip or gift a gift (if paired with 'Grumpy') - Chance that they will loss household income if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Gatherer: - Great at finding secret maps of Bon Voyage - Great at finding bugs (Double if Plantsim) - Able to find magic reagents when digging

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Genius: - If Family/KnowledgeAspiration, they should be less attracted to RomanceAspiration because they'd know those sims can't stay faithful.

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Good: - Autonomously donate and tip generously - If FamilyAspiration, will want to adopt a kid (or pet, more if Animal/Cat/Dog lover) - More want to give people gifts - Will not autonomously tease others - Will not want to join the Criminal career. - Will not autonomously gossip - Will lecture/boo other sims for stealing (the Kleptomaniacs) - Will lecture/boo other sims for cheating on their partners - More want to adopt strays (if paired with 'Animal/Cat/Dog Lover') - Skill boost at couples counselling - Autonomously make 'Good Snowmen' - Will have a relationship loss with sims who shake ant farms (if paired with Animal Lover) - If WitchSim, faster skill boost for Good alignment - If WitchSim, slower skill boost for Evil alignment - Autonomously run away/be afraid of 'Evil Witches' (if paired with 'Coward') - Chance that they will catch a disease if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Good Sense of Humor: - Will react positively to being pranked - Will laugh and have slight mood boost if they receive a bad make over on the 'Ug-No-More Makeover Station' - Will always reacted positively to pranks when in a good mood, unless done by an enemy

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Great Kisser: - Is able to kiss interested sims more easily - If RomanceAspiration, will make their kissee fall in love with them faster

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Green Thumb: - Chemistry boost with Plantsims (if paired with 'Eccentric' OR 'Flirty') - If Plantsim, extreme skill boost at gardening - Chance that they will become a 'Plantsim' if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron - Autonomously influence sims to 'Garden'

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Grumpy: - Autonomously bang at the walls when mood is low - Will be angry if sacred by the Scarecrow in Decor or Human statue - Autonomously shake ant farms if mood/aspiration low (if paired with Not Animal Lover) - Autonomously throw a tantrum if the sims they play sport with have a higher body skill (as though they were losing) - Will have a relationship decrease if another sim wins when playing MYSHUNO in a groups - Autonomously always react negatively to pranks, unless they have a high relationship with the prankster and are in a food mood - Autonomously throw a tantrum if they fall off the 'Hammock' if in a bad mood

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Hates the Outdoors: - Less want to go on holiday to exotic destinations(thats like outdoor x9000) - Will not have an environment decrease if their yard is untidy/overgrown - Autonomously throw a tantrum if they burst a pipe when digging - Autonomously throw a tantrum if they fall off the 'Hammock' - Will become an angry ghost if they die outside ??? - Autonomously spray plants with the stuff they use on roaches, killing the plants (if paired with 'Insane')

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Heavy Sleeper: - Will forever hate the person that resurrects them as a Zombie - If ZombieSim, if motives and aspirations are low they just won't get up at all until directed to or about to pee themselves

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Hopeless Romantic: - Less chance of successfully flirting with other sims unless its their partner - If RomanceAspiration, high mood loss when rejected for a date - If RomanceAspiration, will 'Rampage' (like Bigfoot) rejected the 5th time for a date (if paired with 'Hot-Headed' AND 'Unstable') - Autonomously show disgust when witnessing other sims being romantic (if in a low mood or paired with 'Mean Spirited') - If Plantsim, IF Romance/Family Aspiration, will flirt with trees during very low aspiration - If Servo, IF Romance/Family Aspiration, will flirt with refrigerators during very low aspiration - Chance that they will lose all romantic connections built if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron (so they'll have to start again)

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Hot-Headed: - Autonomously fight a sim who pokes/slaps/fights their loved ones - Will receive pranks negatively if done by a sim that is not a friend or more - Autonomously bang at the walls when mood is low - Autonomously throw a tantrum if the sims they play sport with have a higher body skill (as though they were losing) - After using the telescope during the day to "spy" on their neighbors, will fight the sim who comes to confront them - Autonomously throw a tantrum if they burst a pipe when digging - Autonomously stomp their foot and argue with the sim who gives them a 'very strong punch to the arm' when playing 'Punch U - Punch Me'. - Autonomously shove the sim who gives them a 'very strong punch to the arm' when playing 'Punch U - Punch Me' if they have a low mood (if paired with 'Mean Spirited' OR 'Grumpy') - Autonomously shove a sim who pranks them if they have a low relationship score and are in a bad mood - Will forever hate the person that resurrects them as a Zombie (unless paired with 'Supernatural Fan') - Will be very offended and will slap the sim who enters the wrong 'gendered' door (like community toilets) (big no-no for conservative sims)

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Hydrophobic: - Autonomously run screaming if caught in ceiling sprinklers - Autonomously run screaming if caught in Season's garden sprinklers - Autonomously laugh evilly at broken garden sprinklers - Mood loss if they fall when log rolling - Autonomously faint if they burst a pipe when digging - Will lose relationship score and argue with the sims that hit them with water in a Water Balloon Fight - Will be furious and cry at the sims that hit them with water in a Water Balloon Fight (if paired with (Unstable' OR 'Over-Emotional') - Will be furious and fight the sims that hit them with water in a Water Balloon Fight (if paired with 'Dramatic' OR 'Hot-Headed') - Will refuse woohoo in a hottub unless love potioned

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Inappropriate: - Autonomously Streak naked for no reason - If RomanceAspiration, will try to goose random sims - Autonomously try to 'Rub Belly' on random sims, even if they're not pregnant - Autonomously try to 'Hit on' sims who have a low mood (if paired with 'Flirty' AND 'Unstable') - After using telescope during the day to "spy" on their neighbors, will try to 'hit on' the sim who comes to confront them (if paired with 'Flirty') - Autonomously trying to tickle people - If WerewolfSim AND Male, will pee one their significant other like they would on the bushes???? (to mark their territory) - Will be able to enter gendered bathrooms of the opposite sex

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Insane:

- Autonomously tease Cowplant- Autonomously pet Skunk- Mood boost when being chased by bees- Mood boost when killing roaches

- Will 'Talk to Belly' on random sims, even if they're not pregnant

- Will Streak when they see Teens-Elder sims 'Running with Scissors'

- Will Streak around the area if they/another sim burst a pipe when digging (if paired with 'Inappropriate')

- If VampireSim, will try to 'bite neck of' other vampire sims (just the animation??)

- If WerewolfSim, will attack sims that pee themselves (unless its their significant other or best friend) (they will take it as a challenge of territory)

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Irresistible: - General chemistry boost with other sims - Able to gives back rubs to others more successfully - If RomanceAspiration, will make sims fall in love insanely fast (if paired with 'Genius' AND 'Charismatic') - Quicker to be bitten by a wolf/grandvampire (if paired with 'Supernatural Fan') - Less chance of being turned down for dates/proposals/marriage - If VampireSim, higher chance of being accepted for 'bite neck of'

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Kleptomaniac: - Ability to steal from a cash registers?? - After using telescope during the day to "spy" on their neighbors, will try to rob the sim who comes to confront them.

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Loner: - Autonomously take pictures in a photo booth by themselves - Chance that they will lose whatever few friends they have if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Loser: - Finds cheap treasure when digging - Higher chance of being scared by the Human Statue from the 'Poised Podium by Performance Arts' - Higher chance of being scared by the Scarecrow in Decor - Will fall in love quicker than usual (one sided) (if paired with 'Hopeless Romantic') - Will try to flirt with mannequins and scarecrows when aspiration is low (if paired with 'Hopeless Romantic') - If FamilyAspiration, will have quicker aspiration loss for the rest of their life (if paired with 'Family Orientated' AND 'Dramatic) - If RomanceAspiration, will get furious with sims who reject them romantically (if paired with 'Socially Awkward' OR 'Inappropriate' OR 'Mean Spirited') (need me some neckbeards) - If VampireSim, higher chance of being rejected for 'bite neck of'

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Loves the Cold: - Mood boost during winter - Less urge to go into a sauna - Autonomously Streaks/sunbathe during snowing (if paired with 'Insane') - Autonomously shove a sim who knocks down a Snowman IF less than a friend (if paired with 'No Sense of Humor' OR 'Hot-Headed') - Mood loss when in the sauna - Chance that they will cause a hail storm if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Loves the Heat: - Mood loss during summer - Scared of hail/snow - Will have a mood boost when in a sauna - Relationship and mood boost when woohooing in a Sauna - Autonomously run away from Snowball fights - Chance that they cause 'rain of fire' if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron - Autonomously cheer when there is a fire outside (if paired with 'Insane' OR 'Unstable')

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Loves the Outdoors: - More wants to go on holiday to exotic destinations - Mood and aspiration boost when on holiday to exotic destinations - Relationship and mood boost when woohooing in a Hammock/tent' - Chance that their garden plants/crops will all die / yard becomes strewn with weeds if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Loves To Swim: - Will have a mood boost if they fall when log rolling - Chance that they will drown to death suddenly even with decent motives the next time they get in a pool if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Lucky: - Higher chance at beating the Grim Reaper - Less chance of being chased by bees - Less chance of fishing up a boot - Less chance of wishes going bad - Chance that they will be cured of Zombiism or a disease if they taste from a 'Good Witches' cauldron

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Mean Spirited: - Autonomously smash Dollhouses/Lemonade stands when mood is low and then laugh evilly, like an Evil Witch? - May Autonomously 'set free' caged animals birds/rodents and then laugh evilly like an Evil Witch(If paired with Not Animal Lover) - Autonomously 'Kick over' cat litter box - kicking trashcan/destroying sandcastle animation? Dust from burnt objects as the mess? (if mood low or If paired with 'Not Animal Lover') - Autonomously make 'Evil Snowmen' - Will have relationship loss with waiter and 'poke' them if food is spilt on them at a restaurant - Autonomously shake ant farms more - Autonomously tease sims who chicken out on a diving board - Autonomously prank sims who are in high spirits (in hopes of bringing them down) - Autonomously laugh at sims who are sprayed by a skunk - Autonomously tease sims who have features that are on their 'Turn Offs' list - If VampireSim, higher chance of being rejected for 'bite neck of' - If WerewolfSim, will 'rampage' when their enemy is near (If paired with 'Over Emotional') - If ZombieSim, mood boost from 'stomping flowers' - If WitchSim, faster skill boost for 'Evil alignment' - If WitchSim, slower skill boost for 'Good alignment'

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Mooch: - Chemistry boost with Geniesims from Midgethetree (IF paired with 'Evil') - Chemistry boost to rich sims - New social: 'Ask for gift/money' ????? - Chance that they will become a 'Vampire' if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron (now they can such blood AND money from people)

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Natural Cook: - Will put boots in the juicer and serve the juice (if paired with 'Insane' OR 'Evil') - Will enjoy talking about Grilled Cheese - Will slap the person who wins first prize when in a cooking contest (if paired with 'Diva' OR 'Mean Spirited') - Will admire the person who wins first prize when in a cooking contest (if paired with 'Good')

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Neat: - Skill boost at 'Restocking' - Will 'praise' a CleanBot (as though it were a pet) (if paired with 'Bot Fan') - Will freak out and run away when they see roaches - Will have a big mood loss if food is spilt on them at a restaurant - Will freak out when toddlers splash in toilet - Will autonomously influence sims to 'Clean'

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Neurotic: - Afraid of Murphy beds and elevators ?? - Autonomously go 'worry' by clocks - Autonomously 'go crazy' for a bit after drinking coffee from coffee machines ?? - Higher chance of being scared by the Scarecrow in Decor and will 'worry 'about it later. - Will try to 'extinguish' the lava that flows when soap is added to the Temple of Jumbok IV fountain and it produces the curse. - Will freak out and scold/lecture a sim for 'Tossing in Air' a toddler (if paired with 'Nurturing' OR 'Good') - If WerewolfSim AND Male, will pee in the bushes (to mark their territory) - If WerewolfSim, will growl at other Supernaturals (unless family) - If VampireSim, will run around (being chased by bees animation??) when caught in the sunlight (if paired with 'Unstable OR 'Insane)

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No Sense of Humor: - Will react negatively to pranks - Will have a relationship decrease with a sim who talks through a teddy bear to them (if paired with 'Grumpy')

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Nurturing: - Cheers up sims more effectively - Autonomously scold/lecture sims who shake ant farms - Autonomously cry/worry if they witness the social worker taking someone's children - If WerewolfSim, will not autonomously 'Howl' when children are on the lot (unless paired with 'Dislikes Children) - If VampireSim, will not autonomously 'Bleh' children (if its even a thing) (unless paired with 'Dislikes Children) - Autonomously influences sims to 'Appreciate' or 'Play' with others

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Over-Emotional: - Autonomously Lecture sims for farting/burping (if paired with 'Dramatic' AND 'Neat') - Autonomously cry when a good friend or relative divorces/breaks up with their partner - Aspiration and motive failure when their partner divorces/breaks up with them - Will hate an enemy lifelong - Autonomously cry when someone knocks over a Snowman - Autonomously cry when an electronic device breaks - Autonomously throw a tantrum if food is spilt on them at a restaurant - Autonomously cry/worry if they witness the social worker taking someone's children - Autonomously cry if they burst a pipe when digging (if paired with 'Eco Friendly') - Autonomously Will 'Bigfoot Hug' sims they're friendly with when they're in a gold/platinum aspiration - If FamilySim/RomanceSim, will 'Rampage' (like Bigfoot) when they find out their partner is cheating on them (if paired with 'Neurotic' AND 'Unstable') - Will run to hide when thrown off 'ElectroDance Sphere by ExtremeCO' (if paired with 'Diva') - If VampireSim, if caught in the sun for longer than two hours will 'worry' about it later (could have died, I mean...) - Will forever hate the person that resurrects them as a Zombie (unless paired with 'Supernatural Fan')

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Perceptive: - Able to tell if their partner is cheating - Able to spot when a 'Kleptomaniac' steals from another sim and will confront the Klepto unless the victim is an enemy of the PerceptiveSim. - Able to spot Sims who are miserable, will try to cheer them up (if paired with 'Good' AND Nurturing') unless its an enemy. - Able to tell if a sim is pregnant before they show and will congratulate them - Able to tell what is wrong with babies and will autonomously fix it (if paired with 'Nurturing')

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Perfectionist: - Aspiration failure when they sell a bad novel - Aspiration failure if they get fat (if paired with 'Diva' OR 'Dramatic') - Autonomously attack the stylist that gives them a bad makeover - unless its a friend/family (if paired with 'Unstable' OR 'Insane') - Will lose relationship points with a partner who is demoted/fired (if paired with 'Snob') - Will lose motives/aspiration if the house is dirty (if paired with 'Neat') - Will lose relationship points with a sim they have a bad/mediocre date with - Will have mood loss if they get fat - Will have mood and aspiration loss if they get fat (if paired with 'Athletic') - If ZombieSim, more want for 'plastic surgery' and 'makeovers' (if paired with 'Diva')

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Proper: - Will never Streak - Will want to go on a date before woohooing ?? - Will get upset if their relative dates/marries someone of a different age group. - Will lose big relationship points with their teen for falling pregnant and will scold them when the bump appears. - Will hate their teen for falling pregnant and slap them and kick them out when the bump appears (if paired with 'Unstable' AND 'Dramatic' AND 'Evil' AND 'Neurotic') - Will always react negatively to Ventrilo-Fart pranks and scold/lecture the pranker. - Will have a mood decrease if they witness someone Streaks and will scold/lecture Streakers - Will slap their teens if caught Streaking (if paired with 'Unstable' AND 'Evil') - Will scold/lecture sims who are naked - Will scold/lecture their teen kids if they catch them making out - Will scold/lecture sims who are in Swimwear but not near a pool/beach - Will scold/lecture sims who are in Underwear/Pjs who are not near a bed or its in the middle of the day (disable for nightshift workers/vampires) - Relationship decrease when asked by another sim to woohoo in public (unless they are married and paired with 'Flirty') OR asked by a 'Irresistible' sim they have a high relationship with - Will disapprove of other sims who public woohoo/make out - Will disappoint and have relationship loss with sims who are in inter-species relationships (even if casual like kissing) (IF paired with 'Snob' OR 'Perfectionist') - Will be very offended and will become angry with sim who enters the wrong 'gendered' door (like community toilets) (big no-no for conservative sims)

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Rebellious: - Will dislike sims in the Law career - Less chance of being caught when sneaking out - Won't accept being lectured/encouraged (flirt rejection animation?) - Autonomously go to be the DJ - Not fazed by Mrs Crumplebottom - Autonomously celebrate when soap is added to fountains - Autonomously shake ant farms when mood/aspiration is low - If a Teen, will Streak in front of their crush/sim they have high chemistry with (if paired with 'Flirty')

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Sailor:

- Chemistry boost with Mermaid sims from Midgethetree - Autonomously always react positively to pranks (as long as they're not enemies) and will 'congratulates' the pranker. - Will gain chemistry points with Streakers and compliment them after they are finished streaking. - Will gain chemistry points with Streakers and try to 'Make Out' with them after they are finished streaking (if paired with 'Inappropriate' AND 'Flirty' AND 'Unstable') - If RomanceAspiration, will autonomously flirt everyone they have at least 1 chemistry bar with - Relationship and mood boost when woohooing in a hottub

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Savvy Sculptor: - Skill boost at making vases - Mood boost when looking at sculptures - Autonomously be offended when soap is added to the Temple of Jumbok IV fountain as a prank _____________________________

Schmoozer: - Skill boost at Pool Table - Will gain 'Influence' points faster than normal - Higher chance of success when pleading with the Grim Reaper

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Shy: - Will not Autonomously streak - Mood loss on community lots - Less likely to go on dates with someone they don't like/love - Less likely to go on social outings - Will giggle and run away when they witness other sims making out or woohooing - Relationship and mood boost when woohooing in a Closet - If WerewolfSim, will not autonomously 'Howl' in public - If VampireSim, will not autonomously turn into a bat in public - If ZombieSim, less likely to autonomously talk to other sims - If a Supernatural, less likely to autonomously transform another sim in public/community lots - Will run out of the room in which a sim has entered the wrong 'gendered' door (like community toilets) (like shy girls running out when a dude swags in)

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Slob: - Autonomously do gross things like from the "Bad Habits and Gross Behaviour" by Smonaff on MTS. (especially to 'Snob' sims they dislike) - Autonomously 'Stuff face' in fridge - Will have added chemistry with Zombies - Higher chance of being rejected (being eaten) by the Cowplant - Less environment decrease in a dirty room/yard - May pick up and 'eat' from a pet food bowl (licking plate animation?) and receive hunger points? (if paired with 'Insane' OR 'Unstable') - If the bowl is Dirty they may get sick - Will have a mood boost and positive memory if food is spilt on them at a restaurant (FREE FOOOOOD) - If WerewolfSim, will throw up outside and not in the toilet. - If ZombieSim, will not autonomously shower/bath at all - Chance that they 'die by flies' if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Snob - Negatively rejects romance from sims they aren't attracted to by laughing loudly - Negatively rejects romance from Supernatural sims by gagging (if paired with 'Supernatural Skeptic') - Throws up when a Zombie sim is nearby - Autonomously throw a tantrum if they receive a bad make over on the 'Ug-No-More Makeover Station' - Autonomously throw a tantrum if food is spilt on them at a restaurant - Ability to influence other sims to 'Change Appearance' (if paired with 'Perfectionist' OR 'Inappropriate') - Autonomously react negatively to pranks if done by sims they aren't best friends/higher with. - Autonomously throw a drink on a sim who flirts with them that they have a low relationship with (if paired with 'Diva') - Autonomously disapprove of cheap items - Autonomously brag a lot - If a Supernatural, will only transform other sims they have a high relationship with (if paired with 'Supernatural Fan') - If a Supernatural, will autonomously transform other sims they hate (if paired with 'Supernatural Skeptic' AND 'Evil' OR 'Mean Spirited')

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Social Butterfly: - Autonomously tells secrets to other sims (Is this possible for ages other than children?) - Autonomously uses Karaoke machine - Autonomously greet other sims when entering rooms - Chance that their best friend will become their enemy (one sided) if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Socially Awkward: - Higher chance of being scared by the Human Statue from the 'Poised Podium by Performance Arts' - Autonomously walk away when they witness other sims making out or woohooing - Autonomously giggle when a sim dies that they are acquaintances with (some people handle death oddly) - If a Supernatural, will have motive loss if they transform another sim in public/with witnesses - If ZombieSim, less likely to autonomously talk to other sims - Will giggle or worry when in the room where a sim enters the wrong 'gendered' door (like community toilets)

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Star Quality: - Autonomously uses Karaoke machine - Autonomously uses the Small Superstar Microphone - Autonomously greet other sims when entering rooms - Will always receive compliments positively

- Relationship, mood and aspiration boost when complimented / admired (if paired with ‘Good’)

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Supernatural Fan: - Get positive memory and mood from being Grr'ed and Bleh'ed at. - Autonomously pretend to 'hypnotise' (vampy animation without purple smoke??) other sims for fun (if paired with 'Excitable' or 'Party Animal' or 'Good Sense of Humor'). Could have 3 outcomes:

- Sims will react positively by giggling would be other 'Supernatural fans', ' ‘Childish', 'Dramatic', 'Easily Impressed',

- Sims will react neutrally by shaking their head or shrugging would be

- Sims will react negatively giggling would be 'Supernatural Skeptic','

- Autonomously 'Bleh!' or 'Grrr' Supernatural Skeptics to annoy them (even if not a Supernatural) (If paired with Mean Spirited)

- New 'Toasting' ability?? 'Toast to...becoming a (supernatural-vampire/werewolf etc)

- Will autonomously influence VampireSims to Bite others (if paired with 'Unstable' OR 'Evil')

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Supernatural Skeptic: - Slower relationship gain with Supernaturals (Maybe the skeptics think they're cosplaying-body mod weirdos) - Autonomously throw up after being abducted by aliens - Aspiration and motive failure after being turned into a supernatural themselves - Will automatically hate Supernatural sims they meet (IF paired with 'Evil' AND 'Mean Spirited') - Autonomously tease vampires about 'mirrors' - Autonomously always cheer against Supernaturals when watching a fight (unless the Supernatural is a relative/friend) - Autonomously leave a 'Hang Out' group if a Supernatural joins (if paired with 'Snob') - Mood loss around Supernaturals - Will lose relationship points and mood when 'Bleh!'d or 'Grrr'd' - Autonomously 'Boo!' Supernaturals (booing animation??) when mood is low (If paired with 'Grumpy') - Autonomously faint when they witness a vampire turning into a bat/sim into a werewolf (if paired with 'Dramatic') - Chance that they will catch a disease if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron - Will autonomously influence sims to 'attack' Supernatural sims - requires high Mean points (if paired with 'Mean Spirited' OR 'Evil' OR 'Snob')

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Technophobe: - Are afraid/will run away from Servos - Are disgusted by CleanBots, Roverbots etc - Will cry and pee themselves when Servos 'Run Amok' - Will be shocked and faint, motive loss when Servos 'Run Amok' (if paired with 'Coward') - Relationship loss with the sim that pranks them with the 'Joy Buzzer' - Relationship and mood loss when woohooing in a car/helicopter/elevator

Unflirty: - Chance that they will lose some chemistry points for life with other sims if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

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Unlucky: - Higher chance to break items - Higher chance to be struck by lightening - Higher chance of wishes going bad - Higher chance of losing to the Grim Reaper - Higher chance of being scared by the Human Statue from the 'Poised Podium by Performance Arts' - Higher chance of catching fire from a fireplace - Higher chance of being abducted on the 'ElectroDance Sphere by ExtremeCO' - Higher chance of having food is spilt on them at a restaurant - Higher chance of failure when using Aspiration Rewards

- New Death: 'Death by Bigfoot hug' Chance for unfit sims with low athletic skills and motives to die by new death: Can use choking animation/death??

- Chance that they will catch a disease if they taste from an 'Evil Witches' cauldron

- Lower chance of success when pleading with the Grim Reaper

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Unstable: - If FamilyAspiration, will propose marriage as soon as they fall in love, even if its one sided so far. - Will giggle if it turns out they went on a bad date (if paired with 'Insane' AND 'Socially Awkward') - Will cheer when the Grim reaper shows up (If paired with 'Supernatural Fan' AND 'Neurotic') - If WerewolfSim AND Male, will pee one their significant other like they would on the bushes???? (to mark their territory) - If WerewolfSim, will attack other werewolves when motives or aspiration are low (unless friends or family) (if paired with 'Neurotic' OR 'Insane') - If ZombieSim, will autonomously run around ('Run amok' animation??) thinking about brains when motives are low. This will scare other sims who are not 'Insane' - If Plantsim, will sit and eat flowers (like toddlers?? is that possible??) when motives and aspiration are low - If normal sims, will sit and eat flowers (like toddlers?? is that possible??) when motives and aspiration are low (if paired with 'Insane') - If VampireSim, if mood or aspiration is low, will cry/tantrum at mirrors - If WerewolfSim, if mood or aspiration is low, will cry/tantrum at the sky - If ZombieSim, will get super hungry when a Sim dies (mmmh fresh meat free food)

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Vegetarian: - Offended by the Cowplant - relationship decrease with the owner - Offended by the Cowplant - becomes enemies with the owner (if paired with 'Proper' AND 'Snob') - Faster motive decay when around 'Evil Snapdragon' (plants strike back!) - Awkward around Plantsims?? Friend or food?? Disgust?? Something I mean ? - If turned into a Werewolf/Werewolf, will have complete aspiration failure and low mood for a few days (what have i becoooome ? ?)

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Workaholic: - Aspiration failure if they're demoted - Aspiration AND motive failure if they're fired - Mood loss if they miss/late for work - Will 'Rampage' (like Bigfoot) when mood and aspiration are low (if paired with 'Grumpy' OR 'Unstable') - Autonomously Less likely to sleep past the hour before work starts - New Death: 'Overworked' Sim gets a heart-attack from working so hard.

(Fainting animation? Fright? Like a heart-attack?) ' Requirements: 'Workaholic' trait AND 'Perfectionist' AND 'Light Sleeper', Family/Fortune/Knowledge/Popularity/Romance Aspiration.

If the sim comes home having aspiration failure while motives are low will lead to dEATh.

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