Greg: "I know, aren't they beautiful? They could be a circus act when they're older!"
Eliza: "WHAT? My daughters aren't going to be in the circus!"
Greg: "I didn't mean they had to be, I just said they could be! It was just a thought, dear! Not serious!"
Eliza: "Ugh, you're so inappropriate sometimes, but whatever. That's beside the point. How did you not see this coming? We're nowhere near prepared for twins!"
Greg: "You DO know I'm just a scam psychic, right? I can't actually tell the future."
Eliza might not have appreciated Greg's career, but his superiors certainly did. They offered him a promotion, and Greg accepted, with one condition. His job title would have to be Pseudo Psychic, to avoid any further misunderstandings with the missus.
Lane didn't like either choice of after-school activity available to him. Ballet was for girls, and scouting was just lame. He preferred to fill his afternoons with his own choice of activity, usually involving frequent trips to the town library. It was during one of those trips that Lane got lost in a good book and accidentally stayed past moonrise. On the night of the full moon.
Man: "Lane Woods! What are you doing here? On a full moon, of all nights."
Lane: "Behind you, in the bushes! There's something there!"
Man: "I don't see anything there."
Sure enough, the sounds had stopped, and the eyes hadn't made a reappearance.
Man: "You should be at home, Lane."
Lane: "Sorry, I was at the library and I lost track of time. Who are you, anyway? And how do you know my name?"
Man: "You can call me Gobias. As to how I know your name...well, that's a long story. One for another night. It's not safe for you here, not now. Now run along home, or do I have to take you there myself?"
Lane: "No thanks, I'll be going. Mom told me never to take rides from strangers."
Back home, neither parent noticed Lane sneak into the house, as they were engrossed in another argument. Eliza found herself in the grips of a midlife crisis, and was bemoaning the lack of space in the house.
Eliza: "There's no room to think here! I turn one way, I run into the washer. I turn the other way, I run into a crib. And you can't cross the room without tripping over chairs!"
Greg: "What do you expect me to do about it? Let the babies sleep out in the snow?"
Eliza: "Ugh, no! We need a bigger house!"
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Sometimes I get really frustrated at having the story I'm writing be so far behind the game I'm playing, but other times it allows me to work some very creative elements in. I didn't realize that Gobias knew what was going on until about a week later in my game, when the next full moon hit. The story would be a lot less interesting if I was actually caught up in my writing. Or at least that's what I tell myself so I stop feeling guilty about being so far behind. Currently about a week and a half behind, for what it's worth.