Desert Dreamers X
Previously: Rafael finally grew a personality and, for better or worse, decided he wanted to become an online gamer/SimsTube influencer. Ana and Gracie took on Del Sol Valley together, and their various almost-encounters with actual celebrities earned Ana her first star.
It's finally time for Ana's next gig, which has the same director as her first two, so she's feeling pretty confident about her chances for success, since by now they're practically old friends.
Now that she's a one-star celebrity, she's got enough authority to boss the hair and wardrobe department around. There will be no more mistakes on her watch! I do wish they'd stop putting her in these boring brunette wigs, though.
A few last-minute visualization exercises to channel her inner guitar-slinging Old West songstress, and she's ready to go.
She pretty much just has to stand there and pluck some old-timey tunes on the guitar. She could do this in her sleep!
Ana: Thank you, thank you! All in a day's work, my friends!
Meanwhile, Rafael is still constantly streaming his before-and-after-school gaming sessions, and Gideon is still constantly interrupting like the very uncool and willfully oblivious dad he is.
Gideon: This is your last chance, kid! Are you sure you don't need a gaming partner? I'm a little rusty, but I bet I could still give you a run for your money!
Rafael: *stares directly into the lens of his drone* Do you people see what I'm forced to put up with?
In good news, he is getting better, despite the endless distractions, which means his follower count is steadily on the rise.
I feel like Gabriela was a toddler forever, but now she is officially a child! She's determined not to disappoint her dad like her other siblings have and has become a Llama Scout in the hopes of carrying on his nature-loving legacy.
Gabriela: I thought I'd be catching bugs and identifying plants to earn badges, but somehow they've tricked me into taking out the trash, too. Ugh, gross!
She can complain all she wants, but completing household chores has already earned her a badge and a promotion!
Come on, Gaby! You're a Griffon Scout now, which means you're practically self-sufficient. You shouldn't be afraid of a silly imaginary monster under your bed!
Rafael: Don't worry, sis! Big brother will save you! Just let me turn on my drone real fast so I can impress my followers!
Rafael: That should do the job! You're safe now, all thanks to the greatest big brother in the world!
Apparently, Ana felt left out of their sibling bonding, but I don't think she got the memo on the monster's location.
Rafael: Uh, thanks, I guess? But that's really not necessary. I'm almost an adult!
Ana: Really? Because those silly little toys you're playing with would seem to suggest otherwise...
Rafael: Shut up! Toy review videos are in! I'm just giving my followers what they want!
I guess he's onto something with that because he's managed to become a one-star celebrity in half the time it took Ana! Oh god, he's going to be insufferable now, isn't he?
Gideon: I don't care how many blasted stars you have! As long as you're still a minor and still living under my roof, you will do your homework every night, got it?
Gideon: I blame you for this! I did everything I could to instill good values in that kid, and now his only achievement in life is to have a popular account on social media!
Fátima: Me? I let my children's self-expression flourish in whichever direction they desire! Maybe you shouldn't have forced all your hippie nature vegetarian bullshit on him when he was an impressionable child.
Please don't tell me this is the end! I don't think I could bear for these two to hate each other!
Oh, right... I forgot that their shouting matches always end in steamy make-up woohoo sessions. Carry on, then. Nothing to worry about here.
Ana has decided that becoming a regular at this club is her best bet at fast-tracking her ascent to superstardom, since it's where the big celebrities are always hanging out and... Hey, wait a minute, is that Erika moonlighting as a bouncer?!?
Erika: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from Mr. Bailey before I have no choice but to exercise force.
Are she and Nadia really that hard up for money, or is this just a fun side gig she's doing because she's bored? Is she hoping to slip her electronic music into the hands of the celebrities she's guarding? I am so curious about this unexpected career turn.
Anyway, Ana's trying her luck on the microphone this time, and of course Thorne Bailey has to walk up and immediately make things all about him.
Ana: Goddamn it, what are you photographing him for when I'm right here?!?
Ana: Uh, hello? Notable newcomer grabbing a drink at the bar over here! This is kind of a big deal!
She might not have had any luck with the paparazzi downstairs, but seeing as she's got a personal connection to the bouncer and all, she's feeling pretty good about the probability of gaining access to the club's exclusive celebrity lounge.
Ana: Oh my gosh, hi, Aunt Erika! I can't believe we haven't seen each other since Harvestfest! We must catch up later! But, listen, right now, I really need you to do me a solid and let me into that lounge, okay?
Excuse me, what? Her own family (through marriage, but still) is calling her "lady" and implying she's not a VIP?
Okay, I guess someone is taking her new job super seriously. Respect. But we're not about to go down without a fight.
Ana: Well, I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but do you guys need a little extra cash? How much, a hundred, two hundred? I'm rolling in the dough from some very high-brow commercial work I've been doing lately.
God, Erika, I am so disappointed in you! Who would have ever taken you for such a moocher?
Ana: *shuffling away in embarrassment* I swear, if you let that bozo in, I am never speaking to you or your family again!
Erika: Nice try, bunhead, but nobody gets past this rope without the proper credentials.
It still stings to have been denied entry, but I at least have to give her props for being consistent about it.
It's finally time for Ana's next gig, which has the same director as her first two, so she's feeling pretty confident about her chances for success, since by now they're practically old friends.
Now that she's a one-star celebrity, she's got enough authority to boss the hair and wardrobe department around. There will be no more mistakes on her watch! I do wish they'd stop putting her in these boring brunette wigs, though.
A few last-minute visualization exercises to channel her inner guitar-slinging Old West songstress, and she's ready to go.
She pretty much just has to stand there and pluck some old-timey tunes on the guitar. She could do this in her sleep!
Ana: Thank you, thank you! All in a day's work, my friends!
Meanwhile, Rafael is still constantly streaming his before-and-after-school gaming sessions, and Gideon is still constantly interrupting like the very uncool and willfully oblivious dad he is.
Gideon: This is your last chance, kid! Are you sure you don't need a gaming partner? I'm a little rusty, but I bet I could still give you a run for your money!
Rafael: *stares directly into the lens of his drone* Do you people see what I'm forced to put up with?
In good news, he is getting better, despite the endless distractions, which means his follower count is steadily on the rise.
I feel like Gabriela was a toddler forever, but now she is officially a child! She's determined not to disappoint her dad like her other siblings have and has become a Llama Scout in the hopes of carrying on his nature-loving legacy.
Gabriela: I thought I'd be catching bugs and identifying plants to earn badges, but somehow they've tricked me into taking out the trash, too. Ugh, gross!
She can complain all she wants, but completing household chores has already earned her a badge and a promotion!
Come on, Gaby! You're a Griffon Scout now, which means you're practically self-sufficient. You shouldn't be afraid of a silly imaginary monster under your bed!
Rafael: Don't worry, sis! Big brother will save you! Just let me turn on my drone real fast so I can impress my followers!
Rafael: That should do the job! You're safe now, all thanks to the greatest big brother in the world!
Apparently, Ana felt left out of their sibling bonding, but I don't think she got the memo on the monster's location.
Rafael: Uh, thanks, I guess? But that's really not necessary. I'm almost an adult!
Ana: Really? Because those silly little toys you're playing with would seem to suggest otherwise...
Rafael: Shut up! Toy review videos are in! I'm just giving my followers what they want!
I guess he's onto something with that because he's managed to become a one-star celebrity in half the time it took Ana! Oh god, he's going to be insufferable now, isn't he?
Gideon: I don't care how many blasted stars you have! As long as you're still a minor and still living under my roof, you will do your homework every night, got it?
Gideon: I blame you for this! I did everything I could to instill good values in that kid, and now his only achievement in life is to have a popular account on social media!
Fátima: Me? I let my children's self-expression flourish in whichever direction they desire! Maybe you shouldn't have forced all your hippie nature vegetarian bullshit on him when he was an impressionable child.
Please don't tell me this is the end! I don't think I could bear for these two to hate each other!
Oh, right... I forgot that their shouting matches always end in steamy make-up woohoo sessions. Carry on, then. Nothing to worry about here.
Ana has decided that becoming a regular at this club is her best bet at fast-tracking her ascent to superstardom, since it's where the big celebrities are always hanging out and... Hey, wait a minute, is that Erika moonlighting as a bouncer?!?
Erika: Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from Mr. Bailey before I have no choice but to exercise force.
Are she and Nadia really that hard up for money, or is this just a fun side gig she's doing because she's bored? Is she hoping to slip her electronic music into the hands of the celebrities she's guarding? I am so curious about this unexpected career turn.
Anyway, Ana's trying her luck on the microphone this time, and of course Thorne Bailey has to walk up and immediately make things all about him.
Ana: Goddamn it, what are you photographing him for when I'm right here?!?
Ana: Uh, hello? Notable newcomer grabbing a drink at the bar over here! This is kind of a big deal!
She might not have had any luck with the paparazzi downstairs, but seeing as she's got a personal connection to the bouncer and all, she's feeling pretty good about the probability of gaining access to the club's exclusive celebrity lounge.
Ana: Oh my gosh, hi, Aunt Erika! I can't believe we haven't seen each other since Harvestfest! We must catch up later! But, listen, right now, I really need you to do me a solid and let me into that lounge, okay?
Excuse me, what? Her own family (through marriage, but still) is calling her "lady" and implying she's not a VIP?
Okay, I guess someone is taking her new job super seriously. Respect. But we're not about to go down without a fight.
Ana: Well, I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but do you guys need a little extra cash? How much, a hundred, two hundred? I'm rolling in the dough from some very high-brow commercial work I've been doing lately.
God, Erika, I am so disappointed in you! Who would have ever taken you for such a moocher?
Ana: *shuffling away in embarrassment* I swear, if you let that bozo in, I am never speaking to you or your family again!
Erika: Nice try, bunhead, but nobody gets past this rope without the proper credentials.
It still stings to have been denied entry, but I at least have to give her props for being consistent about it.