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Hallowe’en 2018 — Hidden Treasures   Leave a comment

Jem and I were planning on doing an outfit or two from the new round of Tres Chic, which almost always have some great outfit to write about.  Sadly, this time we didn’t find any clothes in the event (though I’m wearing hair and boots from this month’s round).  But we did find goodies we loved while we were in the sim.  After all, sales like Tres Chic, or sales inside individual stores, are meant to draw business in, so that customers will take a look at all the other goodies inside.  In an event’s case, you can think of the event as the “anchor store,” and any other stores around benefit from the business the anchor draws in as collateral sales.

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The Ivory Dame Caper

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It had been a long day, a day in a string of days filled with lots of nothing. Business lately was flatter than a Martian flat cat; and brother, that’s flat. Even the weather was depressed; it had been spitting rain all day, the kind of rain that ate holes in ceramacrete here on Chania 3, nice and acid.  Anyway, I was sitting in my office, fighting the latest battle in the age-old war between income and expenses. As usual, the expenses were winning; I hadn’t seen a clipped credit in weeks.  I was already a month behind on the rent; the landlord was beginning to give me the fish eye and tap on the commlink on his belt every time he saw me, which was turning into every morning as I walked in the lobby.  I knew what that meant; he kept the name of his favorite bouncer on speed dial there, some critter big and blue and with six arms.  When that guy bounced you, you stayed bounced.

I was getting ready to give it up for the day, when there was a knock on the door.  A knock on the door meant one of two things:  the landlord’s bouncer, or a paying client.  Right at the moment, I couldn’t be fussy.  If it was the bouncer, he’d just rip the door off if I didn’t open it, and the landlord was in the right, anyway.  If it was a client, I might just make enough out of this to stave off Blue Boy’s advent.  I keyed the door….

…and knew that this case was probably gonna be worth big credits, and that I was in a whole lot of trouble from the get-go.

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