#simkhirasave

[simkhira]

Adventure Awaits! 🍪 featuring the Llama Scouts Club from Simkhira Small Town Save File

[gingerbeardmansim]

Way back in the not-so-distant past (2022) I began one of my favorite OC's story, Ace Tierney with Ace & Beck. It told the partnership and the love affair and later marriage of Ace and Beckham "Beck" Hightower.

Well... a lot has happened since the last post of Ace & Beck in July of 2024.

But, I will let Ace tell you all about it.

Introducing;

Single in Nordhaven, with Ace

Yes, I'm in Nordhaven. I really don't know how... yeah I do. I had to get away from everything that reminded me of Beck. If you've ever lost someone, you'll understand. I refer to it as lost in the literal sense. He is lost. Or as they say on "Missing Sims" disappeared. (which his case was documented for the world to see, his mother's decision) He went to work one day and never returned.

Of course, the police thought I killed him and disposed of his body. If you know anything about ME, you know I am not even close to being smart enough to get away with something like that. The police finally cleared me, stopped searching and his annoying, self-righteous, judgmental, and outright mean, Mother had him declared dead.

What do I think happened? Not that anyone would even listen to me, but I think he got "Bella Goth'd". You know, swept up into an alien spaceship and who knows what they did with him. He could be in Strangerville with amnesia. But he isn't. We already investigated that. Not a sign of him.

So I packed up everything I didn't sell and found a townhouse in Nordhaven, near Lighthouse Lookout in Iverstad. Yes, I still have my photography studio, and I work as a freelancer for several large magazines, and advertising companies. I have done well for myself, but...

I'm alone, again.

But not for long.

And no, it's not what you're thinking.

[simkhira]

Willow Creek Town Hall Meeting 🥂 featuring lore from Simkhira Small Town Save File

[gingerbeardmansim]

"Did you pack my Maoist pamphlets?" The voice crackled through the phone speaker, tinny and urgent. "The good ones, with the annotations?"

"Rachel, it's 7 AM. And why would I pack your political manifestos? You moved out six months ago." Outside my new Nordhaven townhouse window, the morning fog and light rain clung stubbornly to the cobblestones near Lighthouse Lookout, muffling the distant cry of gulls. The damp chill seeped through the glass, settling into my bones. It felt appropriate.

Her sigh vibrated down the line. "Because someone," she emphasized, "might need enlightening before Nordhaven's annual 'Founders Day' parade. Those bourgeois merchants need a wake-up call." I pictured her gesturing wildly, probably tangled in one of her thrift-store kimonos. Rachel was my anchor, my cousin and chaotic best friend, the only person who hadn't looked at me with pity or suspicion after Beck vanished. She believed the alien abduction theory instantly.

A sharp knock echoed from my door – a firm, official-sounding thud. "Hold on," I muttered to Rachel, padding barefoot across the cold hardwood. Peering through the fisheye lens, I saw a tall figure silhouetted against the foggy morning light. Red-headed, with an older brown headed man. It was my brother Stuart and his youngest son, Leland. "I will call you back Rachel, Stuart just showed up."

"At 7 in the morning..." she questioned... I hung up. If not, I'd be talking to two chaotic people at once. Not this morning!

"Surprise!" Stuart boomed as I opened the door, pulling me into a bear hug smelling faintly of stale coffee. Leland shuffled behind him, clutching a battered cardboard box that he sat on a side table, labeled 'Garage - Fragile'.

"Heard you were drowning in boxes, Uncle Ace. Thought you could use reinforcements." Leland offered a shy grin, as he sat down at the dining table. "Dad said there'd be waffles."