Shulmanator: Thanks for the read! And I will most certainly watch out for firey devil horses!
Simmytu: Thanks! Hope you enjoy todays's update.
Well, it's been forever since my last post (not true on simtropolis (i got behind here)). The holidays came and went and the new year came in like a fury. I have had very little time for actually playing SC4, which is really disappointing because I have all the writing done for this enormous series of updates. However the updates required the building of a new city (Arnett), and some serious building in Mariston. And since my brand of semi natural growth takes so long, I have been unable to really get the cities to presentation quality yet. Hopefully, I will finish Arnett soon and be able to get that update out before too long. February 23rd marks the 1 year anniversary of this UB, I am going to try and get some sort of cool sideshow or something set up for that maybe.
This update itself is not as finished as I wanted it to be. After about a month of sitting on it, I decided to just get it off my shoulders and move on. Hope you enjoy it anyway. As with all my updates there are some plot developments.
About six months after he was re-elected as mayor of Lake Maureen, Mckinley Morganfield set out on a trip to Mariston. The goal of this trip was to hire a faculty for the college that he was in the process of starting in Lake Maureen. He had already received a small grant from the federal government (which was interested in creating higher education throughout the country), and with the rest of the money coming from the Evanson Family (of the Evanson Distilling company), the Julian Motor comapny (who had opened a plant in the town last year), and town tax money, Morganfield set about commissioning an architect to design the building, and forming a board of trustees from some educationally leaning business owners in the town. A charter was written up. Everything was ready to allow students to apply, except that there were no teachers or classes.
Since so much money was coming from industry, it was clear that the school would have a technical leaning, at least to begin with. Qualified teachers needed to be found, and a head of the college needed to be hired. To do this, Morganfield had arranged for himself to go to Mariston and speak to the administrators of both the large and respected Mariston University, and the newer and much smaller Beleza College. He was hoping he could at least make some contacts who would help him find teachers.
The trip would take several days due to a stop in Arnett and the fact that the only steamer service that came out this far had slower ships than the ones that traveled between Auen, Duluth, and Mariston.
Morgnafield took the ferry from Lake Maureen to Wyant's Landing, Which had become the main port for passenger ships in the region (the Solace Bay port was too dirty). Morganfield thought about how he would have to get a passenger ship company to service Lake Maureen somehow. Well, one thing at a time Mckinley, right now, you're working on bringing higher education to your town.
The steamship was relatively small as far as steam ships go, but to Morganfield it looked large enough. It had one stack and a dining hall above deck. the quarters were below. He traveled light. one bag, which he took below to his absolutely tiny quarters. there was a small bed and a window. Spartan to say the least, and cramped to say more.
As the ship left port that afternoon, Morganfield went above deck to watch the bay recede behind him.
He could see the smoke of Solace Bay from a long way off. the wind off the north ocean was cold and made him pull his coat around him tighter. He decided to go sit in the dining room and get some tea and read the paper.
The room had perhaps a dozen tables and stools that were bolted to the floor. it was not a fancy dining room, but to a man who did not know much luxury it seemed nice. He sat down and ordered his tea. A copy of the Wyant's Landing Daily was in a box at the door so he went and picked it up. The Wyant's Landing Daily was a pretty crappy newspaper. it had all sorts of propaganda about how wonderful the Solace Bay Co. was. But Morganfield Just wanted to read something, so he opened it up.
Excerpt- "The Man In The Overalls Heals Havalina Again - Over the past year or so, rumors of a mysterious man wearing overalls have spread through the region. He has appeared in local small towns several times and has invariably helped or healed someone every time. Earlier this week (Tuesday the 3rd of November), this man appeared in Havalina for the second time since he first appeared about a year ago. He prefers to be called Farmer, but has been colloquially named "the Man in the Overalls." This man was greeted warmly by the people of the town. several sick were brought to him and he prescribed strange herbal remedies for each of their illnesses. Miraculously, each of them worked within a few days. The "Farmer" was hosted by several households of the town before he moved off into the woods yesterday. Apparently three citizens of Havalina followed him to learn his method of healing. While tales of this man are spreading through the small towns and countryside, he has yet to show himself in Solace Bay or Wyant's Landing for that matter. Why, I ask, would he avoid a place where there are plenty of people who need healing? Perhaps he lacks the resources to heal so many? Perhaps he is afraid of cities? Or perhaps, his "healing" is all a trick that he plays on uneducated country folk from two horse towns. we may never know . . . -Charles Fox, The Wyant's Landing Daily.
Morganfield had heard of this man when He last visited Mayor Toure of Havalina. Apparently he had healed a child dying of pneumonia and a man whose broken leg was infected and was about to be amputated.
"I don't know how you could fake that." he thought to himself. He wanted to meet again with Toure to hear if he had any new stories from this second visit. This Man in the Overalls really was intriguing.
At Dinner, Morganifield Noticed that Daniel Johnson, the "mayor" of Solace Bay was also on board. Johnson waved to Morganfield and sat down at his table.
Johnson: Hello Mckinley. I guess it is a boat full of mayors eh?
Morganfield: Ah yes Daniel, I do recall you winning some election of sorts. If I recall correctly it caused quite a bit of trouble . . .
Johnson frowned. Morganfield was referring to the fact that The Solace Bay elections were rigged and that, when the workers found out about this, they rioted. causing one of the bloodiest incidents ever to occur in the nation of Inakaye.
Johnson: Yes, you are right. I want you to know, that I don't feel proud of that in any way. If I could go back and change it I would.
Morgnafield: I should hope that you would feel that way. Alot of people died. Even your Co-boss died, isn't that so?
Johnson: James' brother Robert disappeared after the riot actually. We assume he killed himself at sea.
Morganfield: hmmm, word on the street was that he died during the brave re-taking of the streets by the wealthy educated, rightful ruling class . . .
Johnson: yes, that is the story, but most everyone knows that he never left for the re-taking of the city. and when we returned from the city he was gone. In fact, I'd rather not talk about it. He was my closest friend. so much different a person than James is.
Morganfield: Well, I am sorry that you lost your friend. But let me make some things clear to you. Our two cities are run on two completely different principles. And while I do my best to maintain a working relationship between our cities. A relationship where my town provides food for yours, I honestly cannot sit here and talk with you when we believe in such different notions of what it means to be a human. I do not find it enjoyable for us to sit here and talk as if we were friends, when we are really nothing of the sort. Now if you'll excuse me, I will retire to my room. I wish you well on the rest of your journey, goodnight.
And so, Morganfield picked up his things and left the room, and Daniel, wearing an incomprehensible look on his face, watched him go.