Agreeing to this wrong on many levels, but Rex is desperate to be writing something, anything, and the Jimmy Sprocket story comes to him easily. Of Course 'Jimmy Sprocket and theGhost Town Blanket' will not bear Rex's name on the cover and no one will ever know he wrote the unauthorized volume.
Rex gets another tattoo. The winged sword encapsulates his mixed feeling about writing the Jimmy Sprocket book; the freedom from his writer's block, the guilt of stealing another author's character for an illegal market. But like his role in authoring the book, the meaning of his tattoo is obscure to all but him.
"I don't understand it," he cries on Tamsin's shoulder, "It used to be so easy. Words flowed out of me like they had their own life. Now when I sit at the keyboard, nothing happens. I'm a failure."
Tamsin embraces her husband, "You are not a failure. Look at what you've done with your museum."
"With your money," Red complains.
"If I dumped a pile of money in that old barn, it wouldn't be a great museum. You made it what it is, you curated all the exhibits, and you continue to add to the collections. You should be proud of that."
Rex sighs, 'I am. But -"
"But you are so hung up on being labeled an author that you can't enjoy being who you are?" she quips.
Rex smiles, with some bitterness, but it's still a smile. "You're right, I shouldn't be so hung up on it."
While they travel, Rex is free of his worries, so Tamsin suggests a trip to France. The first thing she wants to see there is an ancient burial mound.
"It's an historical landmark," he says, "We should leave it alone."
"I want to see what's down there," Tamsin says.
The first thing they encounter is a locked door. "Pull that statue out to cover that floor switch," Tamsin suggests.
"Floor switch?" Rex asks, "That can't posibly open a padlock on a chain." But it turns out Tamsin is right, the stone's pressure on the fkloor plate releases the padlock and the chain drops to the floor. "Weird," Rex breathes.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Rex asks, "There could be snakes in there."
"There could be treasure," Tamsin answers.
"Stealing artifacts from ancient burial sites has to be a international crime," Rex notes, "I really think we should leave this stuff here."
"Nonsense," Tamsin answers, "No one's been down here for millenia, they'll never miss it."
"And how are we getting this loot past customs?"
"You're a museum director," Tamsin answers, "You're bringing in new acquisitions."
"Be careful," Rex warns, not looking up from the page, "You'll burn yourself."
Before Rex moved into the house, SP novel writing push had him start on a novel. I couldn't let him finish it once he moved in, but I didn't make him scrap it. When he got the opportunity call to bring a book to China, I accepted and he got to finish 'Jimmy Sprocket and the Ghost Town Blanket'.
In France, I did have Rex accept the first tomb adventure, because I knew there were good gems down therefor the museum, and because poking around tombs is a very Tamsin thing to do.
The rest of the time was spent picking up gems and insects, and excavating dig sites.
Here's a couple of outtakes:
Paparrazzi. I love it when people say the paparrazzi in Sims makes celebrity more 'realistic'. Because in real life the paps can follow celebrities to bed and snap photos.