Month: November 2018

20 Questions tag!

Rules: answer 20 questions, and tag 20 people you want to know better.

@moonrabbitstories tagged me! I think I did one like these before, but not exactly, and they’re really fun anyway, so I hope you guys are curious :p Thanks for tagging me, friend!

Name: Delphine. Some around the simming community call me Deli (yes, like Deligracy, I know) 🙂

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Height: 5′10. 178 cm in civilized units *cough*

Languages Spoken: French, English, I butcher Spanish pretty well, I used to butcher Chinese too.

Nationality: French

Favorite Fruit: Passion fruit! Or, as we call it, Maracuja.

Favorite Scent: Passion fruiiiiiiit

Favorite Color: Turquoise, or burgundy.

Favorite Animal: Cats. And corgis. Specifically corgis. I mean, I love dogs, but have you seen corgis in particular?

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: literally gimme the tea

Favorite Fictional Character: Hermione Granger, of course, but also shoutout to Jace Wayland from the Mortal Instruments series

Dream Trip: I’ve been wanting to go back to Universal Studios in Florida with my mother forever. We didn’t do everything we wanted to do there, and they added things, and it was my favorite trip ever. I want more!

When was your blog created: … March?

Last movie you’ve seen: The Mummy 2, I re-watched the first for my birthday, and then we just went ahead and rewatched the 2nd.

Song you’ve had on repeat: Dose, by Ciara! Love it too much.

Favorite Candy: Arlequins

Favorite Holiday: Christmassssss. The carols, the food, the presents, giving presents, what’s not to love.

TAGGING

oh well, they know I’m tagging them by now. @minntycream-sims @daisydezem @bishyouknowit , @karinalumi , and everyone who wants to do it 😉 

Let Go

It’s cold outside, but I’ve missed the food stalls too much, and the sky is clear and bright, so I decide to go eat in the museum’s gardens.

For a minute there, I think this might be a perfectly amazing day after all. I have a nice chat with the colleagues, who actually look happy to see me, and maybe, with the new year, will come new horizons?

Yeah, no. Royal approaches, and the colleagues scatter like a disturbed swarm of flies. And right there, right then…

I get fired.

Cluttered Office

Welcome to my office at the museum! It’s underground, and no one bothers me here, including when it comes to letting me live in the mess that I deem necessary to my workflow.

Boxes upon boxes filled with styrofoam beads and whatever artifact me and some other museum are sending to one another; piles of books taller than my respect for some of my coworkers; portraits of long forgotten people by some talented but anonymous artists I aim to learn more about; replicas of statues from my travels — or sometimes, the original thing… If I had to list everything, we’d still be here by New Year’s Eve, next year.

The most important thing about it is, it’s warm, it’s mine, it’s my safe haven, and I enjoy working there.

Snow on the Museum

And here we are… the Windenburg Museum. Used to be my favorite place in the world, and even now, sick with anxiety, I have to stop and marvel at its beauty under the layer of snow the blizzard has left behind. It’s still snowing, but here in Windenburg, the snow is now delicate, soft, magical.

For a minute I forget all about being anxious and everything is perfect again. How can you not feel at peace in such a landscape?

Battling the Blizzard

I think this moment, this exact moment, as I’m struggling against the wind to even cross the street in front of my house, hoping the cars can see me through the fog, is the first time I realize, I want to be able to choose if I want to do this or not.

In the meantime, though, I’ll have to keep bracing myself against the overzealous snowflakes whether I like it or not.

Anxiety-induced Archeology.

It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep.

Tomorrow I have to go to the Museum for the first day after the winter break, which The Boss made clear I was not allowed to miss.

The only thing that keeps me sane is the thought that no one can make me get out of my underground office if I don’t want to. I’ll just keep working there.

In the meantime, what does one do when one can’t sleep?

Study old vases.

At least it gives me the focus to stop my hands from shaking. I really don’t want to go.

Chit-Chats

Mom and Gram are spending more and more time together these days. And it’s always the same thing — they hush the minute I walk in, they exchange glances that wouldn’t look out of place in a spy movie, but from what they’ll let you hear, or see from afar, it looks captivating.

If I’m being completely honest, I’m sort of jealous. I know Gram is Mom’s grandmother before she is mine, and I know that obviously, they had a close relationship decades before I could say the words “great-grandmother,” but still. I feel excluded, and excluded by two people who’ve cherished me all my life, to boot.

I also feel bloody curious.