Inside a large home in Southern California, Mary Weather awakes to the sounds of birds chirping and the distant siren of an Emergency vehicle roaring down the crowded streets of Burbank. It’s only 8AM and already the summer sun has warmed the land to 83 degrees and nearly 90 in her bedroom. She sits up, slightly perspiring from the oven like conditions of her room. She walks into the hallway towards the restroom, stopping to check the thermostat of the AC.
“Darn it!” She snips. “Who turned it off?”
She continues into the restroom and slams the door as she hears a car pull up. She walks to the window and peaks out.
Outside, a white Nissan 350Z with dark tinted windows pulls into the driveway and slightly skids to a stop. The roar of the engine comes to a halt as Scott exits from the vehicle. He sees the home for the first time. It is huge, seemingly fit for royalty. The main door is roughly 10ft tall. The balcony is large enough to have a social. The windows are large, but are currently shut off by curtains. The home’s walls are made from brick, a throw back to old school architecture. To the left of the home is a small Veterinary Hospital. The sign outside reads “Dr. H. Hacklu.” The sign underneath it reads, “Open 24 hours Sponsored by Granite Creek Farms” Next to Dr. Hacklu’s office are multiple barns and a pool for horses. To the right, there’s an equisizer, an automatic hot walker, and even a small training track.
Scott walks through the front door and into the home as Mary comes walking through the main hallway.
“Wow!” Scott says.
“Me or the house?” Mary quips.
“The house!” Scott says sarcastically as he motions to hug her.
“How’s your break?” Mary asks.
“Good. Too short, but too long. A conundrum. How was yours?”
“Busy. Busy. Busy!” Mary replies.
“Doing what?” Scott asks.
“Well…”
The two begin walking through the main hallway. The large formal living room is to the right. Black leather couches adorn it already. They’re organized around a large 55” flat panel TV that’s already hanging from the wall. A DVD player, a Blu Ray Player, and an XBOX 360 are neatly arranged underneath it in the TV stand. Flanking the stand is a home theater system that will no doubt wake up all the neighbors. A glass coffee table sits quaintly between the couches.
They pass through into the kitchen and breakfast nook. Combined, it is almost as large as the living room. A smooth wooden dining table with 12 captain’s chairs sits neatly in the breakfast nook. The kitchen’s sink is on an island with large counters. The stove is nearly restaurant quality with six individual burners. There are two ovens stacked upon each other, a lower oven and upper oven.
Scott walks over to the refrigerator. When he opens it, he sees it’s already stocked with water, soda, juices, milk, and an abundance of fresh food. There's even adult beverages like beer and wine. On the back panel, behind the stacks of goods, he sees the words “Dartmoor Racing Refrigerator”. He grabs a water and continues with Mary into the backyard and the summer heat.
“Goodness!” Scott quips. “A pool? Is that a BBQ over there?”
“The patio furniture is not even here yet,” Mary says. “And that’s a gas BBQ.”
“How did we afford all this on our low budget?” Scott asks.
“Sponsorship,” Mary says as she begins to fan herself. “Season 1 garnered so much interest that Game Points started flowing in from almost every major stable.”
“What the catch?” Scott asks.
“Well, the official title of the show is now SIM Series. Their horses. Your Decisions. Brought to you by A Wheely Merry Farm Franchises Inc. But they’ve allowed us to shorten it on the logo only.”
“What else?” Scott asks. “I already know about the refrigerator.”
“Well.”
“Oh no,” Scott says. “What?”
“The living room is sponsored by Pays Bas Farms by Jon Xett. There’s a big sign across the TV. I’m sure you missed it.”
“What else?” Scott asks earnestly.
“Let’s see,” Mary says. “There’s the Riverstone Kitchen. The Royal Acres Breakfast Center. Trial By Summer Loft, which is upstairs. You haven’t seen it yet. It’s got a pool table, pictures of past greats that came from the TBS auctions, old school Ms. Pacman, and even a pinball machine!”
“Keep going,” Scott says as Mary subsides her smile slightly.
“Dare to Dream Pool and Dare to Dream Pool for Horses,” Mary continues. “Orange Park Hotwalkers, Granite Creek Veterinary Hospital and…”
“And?” Scott asks.
“Alternate Venues’ Restroom and Fox Lair’s Bath.”
“They sponsored the restrooms?”
“I told them no. But they insisted since everybody has to use the restroom while they’re here.”
“What about everybody’s room upstairs?”
“Most were picked up by Nursery Stud or Nursery Quarters officially, except for your room and Carolyn’s room.”
“Who’d they get picked up by?” Scott asks.
“Your own farms silly!” Mary says. “Hill Valley Scott’s and Tosca Stables Carolyn.”
“Wow.” Scott says. “All those GPs got us this house? Talk about unsolicited help! Great job Mary.”
“And, the patio furniture, the ovens, and the stove is still available for sponsorship! I’m sure somebody will step up for it.” Mary says excitedly.
As she says that, the two hear a rustling coming from inside the home. They look and see Mike Eaton followed by Bill Deitch. Mike is pulling his luggage and holding onto a few bags. Bill is in shorts and a polo shirt. They both emerge from the home.
“Hi guys,” Mike says shyly as he puts his stuff down. “This is some change to the show.”
“Definitely not a ghost town!” Bill quips.
“Is college like this? I’ve been looking into colleges lately. I hope all their dorms look like this house.” Mike says.
Mary chuckles as Scott does the same.
“Welcome to California guys,” Scott says. “Southern California.”
END OF PART I (Part II to follow tomorrow)
NEXT TIME ON SIM SERIES…
The house begins to fill up as Carolyn and Chuck arrive. The mystery contestant will begin to unfold and most importantly, where might their horses debut?
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
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