Layla’s got a romance secondary, and despite being largely unattracted to him asked Scot Tang out for breakfast the next day. It was always good to have a local show you the cool places to eat, right?
Scot: It’s cool that you’re so enthusiastic! But it’s not all like it is in the movies, Shellcastle is really a pretty normal city, when you get down to it.
Layla: Way to shatter my dreams, bro.
After she shows off her lovely pink jacket and Scot reacts negatively, saying he hates fashion, Layla’s pretty much written this date off altogether. She obviously has nothing in common with this guy.
What’s his deal, anyway? He lives in one of the most exciting cities in the world, the crime capital of Sim Nation, alien activity hotspot, and all he wants to talk about is fucking gardening?
Layla: Well, uh. See you around, Scot.
Scot: Woah, hold up. I don’t “friendly hug” until the second date.
Layla: Damn, okay.
She scouts the rest of the diner for anyone else of interest. Bunch of surfer dudes, playing a pretty piss-poor game of pool. And was that guy wearing a top hat? In this climate? Bleh.
Kurt: Hey! Are you-
Layla: Ugh, I don’t need any damn pinball advice! I got this.
Kurt: Uh, actually. I was wondering if I could, like, get your number?
Layla: Oh. Okay, sure.
She heads to Birch Twig Spa (by @moocha-muses) for the afternoon, to work on her body skill. It’s not really for work, but it’s not like she expects to stay some crappy Yearbook Supervisor forever. If she’s going to become a super-spy and solve the city’s crime problem, she’s going to need to be able to handle herself in the field!
Another day at work, and Layla still hasn’t found a mystery to sink her teeth into, hasn’t been recruited into a leauge of super-secret investigators, and hasn’t got laid. What is she doing with her life?
Layla: Sorry, buddy. I shouldn’t take it out on you :(
Another night out, and Layla isn’t hitting it off with anyone. She actually had chemistry with funky shirt guy Dale Common, but they got into some dumb argument and she ended up spending most of the night drinking alone :(
That is, until she meets a certain someone…
Layla: Oh my God, finally! I’ve been waiting to bump into someone like you.
Evil Witch: Ah. Are you seeking the elixir of life?
Layla: Uh. I mean, I’m just excited to meet somene interesting in this city! I’m a bit of a paranormal aficionado.
Evil Witch: And yet you don’t know of the elixir?
Layla: Nope, but tell me all about it! It sounds facinating.
That night, she gets a phone call. She’s hoping it’s the old witch she met, but it turns out to be the friggin’ bartender. What a letdown.
While checking the papers the next day, scanning over the job listings, a headline catches her eye. "Recent string of deaths linked to so-called “Elixir of Life”…"
With the Yearbook project all finished up, Layla decides its time she started a blog. Not some lame lifestyle blog about the best places to eat or whatever. No way. She was going to be doing some investigative journalism.
Of course, if she’s going to be an investigative blogger, she’s going to need and actual computer. And no sooner has she posted her first article, she receives an email.
Hey Hardboiled_Fashionista,Love your blog! I happen to be investigating the Elixer of Life myself, and was wondering if we could team up, compare notes? There’s $225 in it for you if you accept.
Yours,
An anonymous fan.
Sounds pretty legit?