Boreal Springs

January 14, 2010

O`Hanlon – Round 28: ‘Nightshift’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:16 am

Julie is starting to feel her age while Timothy and Isolde are also forced to face that they’re getting older.  In fact, even Tommy and Gavin are getting older!

There’s a ghost problem in the O`Hanlon house as of late.  Julie had noticed the dogs now and again, but she never anticipated Asia would come back to haunt her from the grave.  While seeing her was somewhat heartfelt, she couldn’t deny being bothered by the fact her former love wasn’t resting peacefully.

Tommy and Gavin managed to avoid the ghost of their dead grandma long enough to become teens.  Tommy definitely resembled his father and his late grandma Asia.  He was a bit of an ‘indie’ kid, favoring eclectic music, painting, and other creative pursuits.  He had a bit of an athletic streak to him, though, and was very competitive with Gavin in this respect.  Still, Knowledge was his true calling.

Gavin, looking much like his mother, couldn’t have been more like Timothy if he’d tried.  He wasn’t into learning so much as experiencing life.  He loved sports and video games and eventually, he wouldn’t mind settling down with his own pretty lady to start a family…

Of course, with ambitions like that, Gavin might want to toss aside his childhood crush on Nadia Knight.  He’d seen her a few times, around town and in school.  She was gorgeous, but what one call a bit of a “bitch”.  They were distantly related, but that hardly mattered in Gavin’s mind.  Nadia seemed to take his crush in stride, she neither dissuaded him nor encouraged him.

They hung out sometimes, mostly when Dominic was off with Deidre O`Hanlon.  Nadia and Deidre were anything but friends.

Meanwhile, the ghost problem in the house didn’t get any better.  Isolde and Timothy were enjoying a late-night snack when Timothy glanced at the door leading out into the garage.  The ghost of Superball trotted through as if it were nothing.

“Babe,” Timothy began, his voice quiet.  “Is that a ghost?”

“Of course it’s a ghost!  How do you not already know this?  You were raised around them!”

Timothy’s face looked stricken, “t-that doesn’t mean I ever actually saw one for myself.  Babe, c’mon, can’t you like use your witchy stuff to get rid of it?”

“No, but I need to figure out something… it’s gotten bad as of late.  Maybe it’s Asia?”

“Not cool, mom.  Seriously.”

While Isolde dug through her magical supplies for something to help her investigate this ‘ghost’ issue, the boys were improving their friend base at school.  Tommy had an art class with Charity Saunders and every boy that saw Charity Saunders wanted to know if she was the ‘charitable’ type.  Of course, no boy ever got Charity alone long enough to find out…

Her brother, Alexander, was everywhere that she was and if she managed to escape, he found her.  Call it twin tracking, if you will.  Charity rarely left his sight.  He came calling at the door not long after they had arrived home from school.  Gavin tried to distract him, but it was no use.

“Look, I get it, okay?  My sister is hot.  That doesn’t mean I’m going to let her run around being the town bike before she’s sixteen, got it?  Now move, I know she’s in there.”

Gavin was athletic, but he wasn’t stupid.  If Alexander was anything like his grandfather, Gavin sure as hell didn’t want to find out.  He let Alexander in and Charity was gone.  It was for the best, Tommy and Charity were a really bad match.

Between working late nights and trying to figure out the ghost problem, Isolde was exhausted.  Timothy usually took care of the majority of the household tasks, but he’d taken on even more as of late in an effort to give her a bit of a break.  He wasn’t sure what she did that had her out late at night, but there had never been an issue of trust in their relationship.  He was mostly concerned for her health and sanity.

Besides, he kind of wished she spend more time on the ghosts.  Timothy really hated ghosts.

When the boys weren’t trying to get in with the ladies, they spent most of their time together.  Despite being so different, they enjoyed playing games and messing around like teenage boys have the tendancy to do.  Gavin was a bit upset that Tommy could hit harder than he could, though.

Of course, this hit to his guy ego was quickly rectified when he found his twin making a snowman.  Talk about losing serious guy points!

“You are such a girl right now,” Gavin teased.

Tommy, without looking up, replied, “chicks dig artists, dude.  You’ll see that soon enough..”

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Note from Mao: Sorry this update is so late and disjointed!  I’m still not feeling up to task with these entries.  I got my Angel of Lies update out, though, so I wanted to get this one out, too!  Expect things to be a little sporadic, though.  Everyone knows BS comes in bursts nowadays… plus Mass Effect 2 comes out at the end of the month and you bet your butt I’ll be playing the hell out of that.  I still have my save file from the first one, LOL!

As far as actual gameplay notes go, Gavin has been infatuated with Nadia since he met her as a child, wanting to talk to her, etc.  They are second cousins with Marla and Julia tying them together.  That’s just a little too close for my liking.  We’ll see what happens…

Tommy actually did bring Charity home from school and Alexander did walk by.  Seriously, he watches her like a hawk and for good reason!

Also, the ghosts in this house are INSANE.  They are driving me bonkers…

January 1, 2010

B.S.U. Campus – Round 27: ‘Caught Up’

Filed under: O`Hanlon,Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:38 pm

Francis O`Hanlon is joined by his cousin, Grace Saunders, at University.  Will Grace’s unique outlook make Francis rethink his own life choices?

“Wow, Grace,” Francis said, finding his cousin looking at her new look in the mirror.  They’d never been close, but her drastic makeover still managed to shock him.  “Do your parents know about this?”

“No,” she snapped.  “And who cares?  I’m an adult now.”

He chuckled, “ahh, rebellion… so, you’re really into this whole black thing?”

“Yes.”

“Well, at least it’s a skirt.  I mean, for you, that’s a huge step.”

“Watch it, pretty boy.  I’ll rearrange your face, cousin or not.”

Grace’s adjustment to college was made difficult by the introduction of boys her own age who didn’t mind her abrasive nature.  In fact, they seemed to delight in it, much to Grace’s chagrin.  She wasn’t brash and aggressive to get boys.  Even worse, when she shouted and berated them, they enjoyed it!

Getting hit on college boys, much less ones with inferiority-complexes who dressed in llama outfits, was not her idea of a good time.

Grace was just beginning her sophomore year at Boreal Summit University when she ran into Fujin Yu.  Finding him on campus was quite startling, as he certainly wasn’t a student.  Approaching him without some sort of malice would be suspect, so she put on her best face and walked forward.  As if feeling her shadow on him, he slowly looked up, unable to hide his shock at her drastic change.

“…Grace?”

“You,” she replied stonily.  “What are you doing here?  This is the university library.”

Fujin stood up and put his book back on the shelf, “I was just checking out an architecture lecture.  It was open to the public.”

“If you’d just gone to college, you wouldn’t have this issue.”

He rolled his eyes, “yes, because college makes everything better.  It’s turned you very… black, I see.”

“Got a problem?”

“No, uh… mesh suits you?”

She quirked a dark eyebrow, ignoring his comment, “the lecture is over, obviously, so why are you still here?”

“I don’t know, the library looked big and I wanted to check it out,” he shrugged easily.  “Why are you here?  I thought you learned by osmosis, making studying unnecessary.”

“Business class, I need some books for research,” she sniffed, head held high.  “I’m surprised you’re able to breathe so easily without Rosa nearby.”

“She… uh, she’s actually visiting Francis, I think.”

“That figures, you guys can’t separate for five seconds, can you?” Grace said as a way of dismissal.  She walked away without another word, the books she needed located on the second floor.

Fujin was too stunned by the acidity of her tone to bother responding.  He didn’t even have a chance to be offended at the rude way she’d left.

Francis, meanwhile, occupied his time with Emma.  It was surprisingly monogamous of him, to spend so much time on a single girl.  Since the whole blow-up with Rosa, he’d found himself treading a bit more carefully.  He still saw Rosa, but it was always platonic.  He met Emma downtown on one fateful Saturday night, as was their ritual.  He knew something was up when he sat down and she looked… weird.

“You feeling okay?  You look a little… pale.”

“I… met someone,” she said quickly, startling him.

“That’s nice?  There’s all kinds of people out there to meet.”

“I went on a date… and I slept with someone,” Emma said in-between hurried sips of clear liquid.  It was clear she’d had a glass or two of courage before his arrival.  “Two… different people, one for the date… one for the whole, sleeping with thing.”

Francis blinked, completely caught offguard.  To be honest, he was a little surprised by his mind and body’s reaction.  He felt warm and cold at the same time, his hearing seem to tunnel out, losing Emma’s voice.  All that remain was a high-pitched screeching noise that made him cringe.

“Did you hear me?  I said I don’t think we can keep doing this.  I mean, no strings, right?  But… I just, I think it’s better if we see other people and just, well, not each other.  Anymore.”

“You’re serious?  What the hell happened to you?”

She stood up with a long sigh, taking a moment to find her balance before speaking, “it’s not like there was anything serious, right?  I mean, you made that pretty clear.  So… maybe I want to look for something serious.  I don’t want to be another Rosa.”

“Emma, how much have you drank?  You can barely walk–”

“I’ll be fine, the apartment isn’t far… we’re good, right?”

He was still a little too shocked to completely fathom what was happening, “uh, I don’t know.  I’m still kind of in shock.”

“It’s not like you haven’t done it, right?  So… yeah… see you around.”

“Yeah… right.”

“Why are we here again?” Grace asked, taking her third drink for the night.  Francis had come home in a bit of a mood and demanded that he needed drinks, many of them, and that Grace was coming along for the ride.  At least he was paying.

“Because life is a confusing little b–”

“Is this about Emma?  I thought you guys had a ‘deal’, you know, with your whole ‘casual rule’ thing.  I mean, I commend your honesty, way to not go all Uncle Patrick, but still.  So what?  Now you’re free to mess around even more–look, the bartender is into it.”

Francis sighed, “I couldn’t be my father if I tried, I don’t know how he did it.  To be honest, I thought it’d be cool, but it’s not.  It sucks.  Like, angry sucks… the type that makes me want an address so I know where to send you.”

Grace laughed, “great, I’ll let grandpa Gordon know that he can sign me up as muscle for his organization.  I mean, he’ll be offended if I don’t let him know what’s up and everything.”

“Is that Rosa?” Francis asked, ignoring Grace’s last statement.

“…and of course, Fujin.  She would drag him out, wouldn’t she?  Hey!  Where are you going?” Grace’s voice fell on deaf ears as Francis wondered over to his old friend.  She sighed, hand on her face.

“Francis?  What are you doing out here?” Rosa asked, surprised to see him so far from Boreal Summit University.  “Aren’t finals coming up?”

“Meh, I’m a senior.  It’s not like they’re going to kick me out when they’re so close to being rid of me forever.”

She smiled, “if I had known that’s how it worked, maybe I would have gone…”

Fujin found Grace on the dance floor.  He tried to ignore the fact that she was dancing, figuring she’d probably punch him if he made any comments.  Instead, he got right to the point, trying to shout over the loud music.

“Hey!  Have you seen Rosa?”

“I think she went over there… with Francis.”

Fujin’s face looked panicked, “…Francis?”

Rosa and Francis had gotten reacquainted rather quickly in the not-so-privacy of the couches behind the dance floor.  Of course, this amorous encounter quickly escalated, given the blood to alcohol ratio currently present in their systems.  Without telling either of their companions, they spirited off to a cab for a nice of illict and regrettable ‘hooking up’.

“I can’t believe you’re still following her around like a stupid puppy,” Grace said as they searched for the missing couple.  “It’s obvious she’s run off with Francis, despite knowing that he’s totally into Emma… without any thought as to you.”

“What is your problem?  Rosa is my friend, that’s it.  I’m all she has when it comes to looking out for her.  You could’ve done us both a favor and kept a leash on your stupid cousin!” Fujin shot back angrily, startling Grace.  She’d never seen him get angry.  “Why are you even still here?  Shouldn’t you be off beating someone up or something?”

Grace, for the first time in her life, found herself slightly speechless.  It took her a moment to muster a response, “it’s a shame your backbone only shows itself for Rosa.”

With that, she left, feeling a little more confused and frustrated than she’d been originally.

The next morning Grace, nursing her slight hangover, sat down with a bowl of cereal.  She had barely managed to dip her spoon into the mixture of sugared cornflakes and milk when she heard the front door open and close.  A haggard looking Francis stepped in and took a seat next to her.

“Oh, look who it is.  Where the hell did you go last night?”

“I’m an idiot, I thought we agreed you were my stupid decision wall??”

“Kind of hard when you run off and disappear into the night!  Please tell me you didn’t hook up with Rosa and run out before she woke up.”

Francis didn’t reply, but his guilty look said it all.  He sighed deeply.

“Well, at least you guys went to her place.  None of that public stuff,” Grace said, shaking her head.  “What are you going to do now?  Rosa is obviously going to know something happened.  You can’t avoid her forever.”

“My mind wasn’t made for this kind of stress,” Francis lamented, hands clasping his head tightly.  “I’m still reeling from the hangover!  I can’t think about this now!  It’s bad enough that I almost fell down the stairs and broke my neck as I was trying to leave while also yanking on my pants.  She’s a light sleeper, you know.”

“You’re an idiot, Francis.”

Francis went through the rest of his senior year considerably stressed and frenzied.  It was difficult, trying to both avoid Rosa and Emma at the same time.  Rosa had tried calling and Grace had covered for him.  Unfortunately, graduation meant he’d be returning to Boreal Springs and Rosa knew where he lived.  Worse yet, there was Emma.  That whole thing still had him messed up and confused–he seriously thought that he wanted casual without commitment, but the thought of Emma just… going after any guy out there, it wasn’t something he relished.

Grace was having her own inner-turmoil and vowed to stay on campus.  She had less chance of running into Fujin and making an idiot out of herself.  Francis, Rosa, and Fujin could have their messed up triangle of disaster.  Relationships were for stupid people who enjoyed pain.

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Note from Mao: Poor Francis.  All his wants involved Emma!  It wasn’t until after a few dates that he wanted to talk to Rosa.  Francis is a Romance sim, but I’m seriously thinking he’s not the same as Shang Yu, Katarina Anderson, or Patrick O`Hanlon.  We’ll see if I’m right.  The whole thing with Rosa was an accident.  She happened to be at the same community lot Grace and Francis were at, and they had public woohoo on the couch on their own, LOL!  Of course, that makes NO SENSE, only insane people have sex on a couch in public view, so I changed those details in the text.

Grace also developed a crush on Fujin at the same lot… I have no idea.  I heard the chimes and looked–pink heart.  Oh boy.  I initially only did the library thing to see what their chemistry was.  Two bolts.  Grace seems conflicted.  ;)

Also, first post of the New Year AND the end of round 27!

December 30, 2009

Anderson 5 – Round 27: ‘Hysteria’

Filed under: Anderson,O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:23 pm

James Anderson and Maggie O`Hanlon have an easy relationship, it’s just a shame that it’s sort of put a bit of a clamp on James’ friendship with Maggie’s older brother, Timothy; especially now that she’s pregnant.  Katarina Anderson is still alive and kicking, but for how much longer?

“So,” Katarina began, looking Maggie dead in the eye.  “This is actually my son’s, right?  I mean, I’m not sure if we can do the baby switcheroo again.”

Maggie blinked, unsure of what to say, “I… what… what kind of question is that?  Of course it is!”

“Just checking.  You think it’s abnormal until it actually happens, then it’s an everyday concern.”

“…that’s just insane.  What’s wrong with you?”

Katarina smiled, all teeth, “too much to name.  When you’ve lived as long as I have, you’ve seen it all!”

Maggie had been concerned about telling James, but she shouldn’t have been.  They may not have been married,  but he couldn’t have been happier.  Not only could he be completely certain the baby was actually his this time, but he couldn’t think of a better person to have a family with.  Given that his parents had never married, James and Maggie were in no rush.  They didn’t want to run off and get married just because of the baby.

Things around the apartment mostly revolved around Maggie’s pregnancy.  She was off work on maternity leave and so far along she was waddling around more than actually walking.  Katarina had no desire to pander to a pregnant woman.  She’d done it and she’d been pregnant with a married guy’s baby!

“Hey, you know what pregnant women don’t make?  Good windows.  You’re blocking the TV!”

James sighed, “mom, seriously, be nice.”

“This is nice.  Refuse to move and you’ll see mean!  When you’re old like me, your shows are everything!”

Timothy finally made his way over after promising Isolde, on his dead mother’s grave, that he wouldn’t pulverize the father of his sister’s baby.  Maggie was happy to see her brother after so long, but a little anxious about his reunion with James.  James seemed to share her feelings.

“Before you start throwing punches–”

Timothy interrupted him, “I’m not going to hit you, I promised Isolde I wouldn’t.  It’s the only way she’d let me leave!  That witchy stuff is serious business.”

Maggie took a deep breath, “then does that mean you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m still plenty mad, Mags.  Mostly because you didn’t tell me and I had to find out by accident!”

Maggie, unable to come up with a response and feeling a little guilty, made her exit, “um, I’ll be over here…”

“And you, dude, not cool.  You knocked up my baby sister.  Do you remember when we were teens?  Yeah, she was a kid.  Gross, huh?”  Timothy said, shaking his head.  “But what’s done is done, I guess.  Just know, you hurt my sister?  I’ll turn you into whale bait.  They’ll need your dental records to identify the mangled corpse.”

James cringed, “pleasant, Timothy.  I’m so glad you’re willing to let bygones be bygones.”

“Yeah, I’m real generous like that,” he said, making a motion with his two fingers, pointing to his own eyes and then at James.  “She’s my baby sister, dude.  Remember that.”

Of course, no sooner had the threat of Timothy’s fist left their minds, Katarina had to add extra weight.  While she’d never done the whole marriage thing herself, she was curious about their dedication to doing this ‘cohabitation thing’, especially since neither of them planned on keeping things open.

“I just don’t see the point.  Why not just run off and get hitched like all the other normal people?”

Maggie shrugged, “it’ll happen when it feels right.  There’s no standardization, no law that says people with kids have to get married.”

“Psh, should be.  Separate the weak from the strong.  You don’t know strength ’til you walk in on your boyfriend with three chicks, all covered in Jell-O.”

Maggie, rendered speechless, just gaped at her.

“I mean, of course I got in on that, I love a good Jell-O romp, but still…”

Baby Katherine O`Hanlon entered the world with little trouble.  Maggie’s due date came and they went to the hospital as they’d worked out.  When they returned, Maggie tried working from home, making sure to keep Katherine close by at all times.  Katarina, surprisingly, was a big help with the newborn.

Of course, no one spent more time with Baby Katherine than James.  He couldn’t have been happier.  In fact, all his thoughts revolved around her and other baby things.  Maggie just shook her head anytime he gave her ‘that look’.  One little accident was enough for her.  She loved Katherine, but the whole baby thing had really thrown her for a loop.

Of course, with birth often comes death.  Katarina was sitting in the living area with baby Katherine, watching her shows, when she dozed off.  She never woke up.  Maggie came downstairs after her shower to find Katarina stone cold on the couch, baby Katherine slumbering quietly in her chair.  She took the baby upstairs, called 911, and then James.  It was not a pretty situation, he came home immediately from work, completely torn up.  He’d always been insanely close with his mother.

Time went on and James channeled his sadness into playing with Katherine.  Maggie busied herself redoing the apartment, tired of the old, drab furnishings and wallpaper.  They’d gotten the apartment from one of Katarina’s rich flings and his stuff had been there.  Now it was in a moving truck, replaced with items more fitting of the family that now resided there.

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Notes from Mao: Awww, poor Katarina!  You will be missed, you lived a long, crazy life.  I’m sure Shang is waiting in the afterlife hottub for you.

James was really torn up by Katarina’s passing, constantly stopping what he was doing and crying.  I haven’t had a sim grieve this bad in awhile!  Even poor Katherine was sad about her grandma’s passing.

The picture below is hilarious because both James and Katherine are crying over Katarina’s demise while Maggie looks frustrated that their cries are disrupting her game, LOL!

I’m waiting for Maggie or James to spin up a want to get married before I do anything.  I like having some non-married couples.  My parents never got married, LOL!  James immediately rolled a want for a baby when Katherine aged, but uh, yeah.  Population control!

How awesome is it that Katherine got Jun Yu’s eyes AND skintone, though??  Woo!

Normally this is where we’d move on to Uni, but we have a new lotsto play!  Emma and Jennifer’s before Uni!

December 21, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 27: ‘Big Time’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 8:49 pm

Patrick and Viola O`Hanlon have had a rocky marriage, but after Viola’s breakdown, things seem to be returning to normal.  Deidre, despite being raised amidst dysfunction, is an outgoing and bright girl, her unique appearance gaining her quite a bit of popularity with her peers.

Deidre is pretty sure her parents are crazy.  One minute, they’re fighting and arguing, the next they’re acting as if it never happened at all.  She’s given up on trying to figure them out; like the other great mysteries of the world, such things are better left to those with scientific minds and the ability to withstand watching their parents make out.

Luckily, her parents’ dysfunction ends with them.  Deidre is a popular and happy girl.  The only setback she currently faces is growing impatience as she waits for her birthday.  To her, it’s the biggest thing in the entire world.  She’ll be off to high school, where her popularity will soar and her great marks will eventually get her into an even better college.

Until then, she talks on the phone to her friends about it, her anticipation growing with every day.

Things at the house are quiet for once.  The bickering has died down considerably, with Patrick and Viola finally getting along again.  Of course, Viola’s therapy is to thank for that.  Her therapist has her reading books daily on anger management and how to properly express her frustration and unmet expectations.  She’s even learned to set aside the past and move forward… provided Patrick keeps his hands to himself.

Patrick is pretty sure his days as a secret Lothario are over.  He’s moved on from his leading man days and is now a pretty lauded director.  He’s sure he’ll be even more famous once his next film drops, inspired by his own experiences with life, marriage, and fidelity.  Until then, he’s still adjusting to the gray hair and newly found wrinkles.

Deidre grows some of her own, into a lovely young lady.  Even if she wasn’t the daughter of a famous actor and now director, Deidre would still be ridiculously popular.  It wasn’t because she was an ‘it’ girl, but because she had charisma.  It oozed from her pores and when she walked into a room, everyone noticed.  She was the girl surrounded by men and women alike, charming them with a tale, engaging them with her unearthly eyes.  Both her brother, Francis, and herself had inherited their father’s killer charisma.

Deidre was pretty sure she wanted to be rich and famous, but the how/why weren’t important yet.  She’d figure that out eventually.

Until that day came, she’d enjoy hanging out with her friends.  She had a ton of friends, but her favorite had always been Dominic Knight.  He was a boy, yes, and he didn’t care much for shopping or talking about other boys, but they got along well.  They were both rich kids, but with their feet planted firmly on the ground.  Dominic was a little brooding at times and quiet, but it balanced out Deidre’s naturally talkative and engaging nature.  He was her wall against the world; wherever Deidre went, so did Dominic.  No one messed with Deidre and Dominic enjoyed the comfort of being at the top of the high school social circle without any real effort on his part.

It was more than just a mutual agreement based on need.  They genuinely got along and enjoyed each others company.  They spent cold snow days off school in Deidre’s hot tub, discussing their future goals and plans.  Both were very goal-oriented teens.  Coming from money, they were pretty certain they wanted their own someday, too.

Patrick, being a father and a former hormonal teenage himself, always checks in on them.  Deidre always scolds him after Dominic leaves, telling her father that they’re “just friends”, but Patrick knows that when you’re a teenager, that doesn’t mean bunk.  His little girl isn’t ending up with anyone remotely like himself, ever.  He’ll make certain of it.  Dominic is a nice kid, but Patrick wants someone worthy of Deidre’s radiance.

Deidre O`Hanlon is no angel, however.  Unlike her brother Francis, she’s got a bit of a feisty streak.  Perhaps she inherited it from her grandmother, Sara.  Either way, poor Dominic is always the victim to Deidre’s little pranks and games.  You’d think he’d know better than to turn around when they’re surrounded by snow and the fact that Deidre’s known for her ability to pack a snowball perfectly in mere seconds.

Unfortunately, while graced with intelligence, he’s still Claude’s son and prone to moments of vapid stupidity.  He turns around, every single time, and is greeted by a snowball to the back, cold snow running down his neck and into his shirt.  He’s taken to wearing a scarf tucked down into his coat, but it doesn’t always help.

Being a boy, he naturally gets his revenge.  Deidre may be popular and she may have the prettiest smile in all of Boreal Springs High, but she isn’t afraid to get down and dirty.  That’s probably what endears her most to Dominic–the whole package, beautiful and strong.  It’s a shame she’s completely unattainable.

Deidre doesn’t have any desire to date, much to her father’s relief.  She’s happy being alone, a strong, single female facing the big, bad world.  She’ll find someone, someday, but for now?  She’s in it to win it the only way she knows how–with her charming smile, her sweet voice, and her killer body.

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Note from Mao: Deidre rolled Fortune, so she’s Fortune/Popularity.  From day one, she’s always been insanely friendly and outgoing.  She always wants to make friends and she always wants to call people.  Normally, I’d find this annoying, but it suits her so well.  Despite it all, she’s a very kind and friendly sim.  Dominic has less nice points than she does, LOL!  She’s always wanting to prank him, though.  Which I find hilarious.

They have two bolts, but all Deidre is interested in is friends.  I haven’t seen any romantic wants from Dominic, so I think these two are safe as friends… for now.

Also, I had Viola learn Anger Management because she is the sim everyone spies on in the telescope, LOL.  Hoping it mellows her out a little…

Things may slow down during Christmas, but don’t be surprised if you see some updates.  We’re with the husband’s family this year and they all live within an hour or so, so no big traveling.  Plus, they don’t really do anything “big” for the holidays.  So, plenty of time to sim.

October 28, 2009

O`Hanlon – Round 27: ‘Time After Time’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 12:18 pm

Julie O`Hanlon still mourns the loss of her love, Asia.  Timothy and Isolde do their best to raise their rapidly growing twin sons, Gavin and Tommy.

Tommy and Gavin made the most of the last days of fall.  Julie was always happy to walk with them down to the playground, which was always full of activity.  Boreal Springs was definitely home to a lot of children, all within the same age range.

Spending time with her young grandchildren helped her forget the untimely loss of Asia.  Being in the military and a qualified space technician, Julie still wasn’t sure where the satellite had come from.

The boys seemed to move on for the loss, they were young when they lost their other grandmother and a child’s mind isn’t one for grief.  Gavin wasn’t as outgoing as his brother, but he was definitely more of the athlete.  He spent most of his time on the monkey bars.  They were his domain… until Catelyn Anderson stepped into the picture.  She was snappy for a little girl.

“Hey, this isn’t a girl’s toy,” Gavin warned, watch the young girl hop onto a bar, somehow able to maintain her flip flops as she swung.

“I don’t see any signs,” she shot back, eyes narrowed.

“Fine,” Gavin said, moving out to the middle, staring her down.  “But you can’t hang as long as I can.”

“Yeah, I can,” Catelyn replied, determination in her eyes.  “Watch me.”

It ended in a tie, because Catelyn’s dad came calling–the girls had run off to the playground by themselves…again–and Julie was collecting her grandsons.  A rematch was promised and the two parted ways.

Isolde came home from a trip downtown to her husband digging up the backyard.  She wasn’t exactly pleased about it.  It was bad enough they had a big obstacle coarse taking up the side yard, now this eyesore in the back.

“Timothy, what are you doing?

“Gardening, babe.  It’s relaxing.”

“You don’t know the first thing about gardening.”

He laughed, “that’s why I’m learning!  It’s fun.  See?  Stuff grows and then you pick it.”

Isolde sighed, trying to remember that Timothy had a very simple nature about most things, “try not to dig up the whole backyard.  The boys need somewhere to play.”

One evening, while Julie, Isolde, and Timothy were a the table discussing the very burnt porkchops Isolde had made, the phone rang.  Julie quickly rose to answer it, wanting to avoid the charred texture of overdone pork.  She was surprised to hear Maggie on the other line.  It’d been so long since she’d called!

“Maggie!  How are you doing?”

‘I’m fine, how is everyone there?’

“We’re all great, but we’d be better if you’d visit.”

‘Um, that’s kind of what I called about… there’s something I need to tell you, mom.’

“Is everything all right?  Are you hurt?”

‘No, no, I’m okay, it’s just… um… I’m,’ Maggie hesitated, taking a deep breath. ‘I’m pregnant.’

“What??  How is that possible?  Wait, James?  Oh, Maggie!”

‘I need to go.  I’ll… call you later.’

Before Julie could say anything, Maggie hung up.  She sighed.

Julie waited until she thought Timothy was preoccupied to visit Isolde out in her witchery hut.  She had to tell someone about Maggie and she knew Isolde would keep quiet.

“Did you know, have any indication?  You saw her last month!”

“I had suspicions, but I wasn’t sure,” Isolde replied sadly.  “This isn’t going to be good.  Timothy is going to go nuts.”

Julie shook her head, “I’m trying not to go nuts!  My poor baby is pregnant… and not in the ‘oh yay, marriage and everything and now there’s babies’… no in the Scarlet Letter variety of pregnant!  And to Timothy’s best friend, no less.”

Timothy had been coming to see Isolde, but he had heard it all.  He stormed through the door, shocking them both.

“Maggie is what?!

“Timothy, calm down, please,” Julie said, trying to placate her son.  “There’s nothing we can do about it now.  We have to be calm–”

Timothy balled his fists at his sides, “I am going to KILL him!”

“Stop!  You’re not going to do anything,” Isolde snapped, pulling out her wand.  “Don’t make me use this on you, Timothy.  You can’t let Maggie know that you know and you most certainly cannot kill the baby’s father.  She will come to us and to you, when she feels comfortable.  She’s scared.  We don’t need to scare her further.”

Timothy grumbled unintelligbly, but did nothing else.  He turned and left, followed by Julie.  Isolde took a deep breath.  What next?

Almost immediately, as if on cue, Gordon appeared at her door.  Where had he come from?  This was not the time.

“That sounded fun,” he said by way of greeting, stepping inside and closing the door.

“This is a really bad time.”

“So I heard.  Unfortunately, our problems have a similar vibe to them–unwanted attention.  It’s just a quick fix, something you can easily brew up in minutes.  So, let’s get started, shall we?  Once I’m gone, you can go play mediator once more.”

Isolde nodded, knowing that there was no way to say “no” to Gordon Saunders.  She’d agreed to the work and it didn’t matter what time it was, she had to do it.

Timothy, meanwhile, had a hard time adjusting to the news.  He tried to take his mind off of it, but it was impossible.  His little sister was knocked up by his best friend, who was still reeling from his bad relationship with Kit.  Poor Maggie.  He wasn’t mad at her, but he did want to lay James out in the ER, for sure.  He had trusted him!

If the boys noticed anything was up, they didn’t say a word.

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Note from Mao: Timothy walking in on Julie and Isolde talking was the game.  I had Julie go back and talk to Isolde and Timothy came in not long after, an action queued up with Isolde.  So, it just seemed to fit that it’d be how he found out.  Maggie also called Julie earlier in the day, which I thought was a hint as to her fessing up.

Timothy needs something to do while the boys are at school, so he gardens.  The playground is a pretty active place, too.  The thing with Catelyn and Gavin happened autonomously.  They both got on the monkeybars and stared one another down, LOL!

October 23, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 26: ‘Love Song’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Davis,O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 3:37 pm

Emma Davis is completing her final two years at University while Francis O`Hanlon is just starting his four year venture.

Emma smiled, greeting Francis as he walked in.  She knew him, but they were never very close.  The most she knew about him came from her friend, Rosa Anderson, who had dated him in high school.  He certainly grew up well.  He looked almost exactly like his father, only blond and with dark, foreign eyes.

“So, it’s just us.  Hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine,” Francis said, looking around.  “This place shaped up nicely.”

“Yeah, it turned out great.”

When she had initially found out that she would be spending her last two years with Francis, Emma hadn’t thought anything of it.  Unfortunately, she had underestimated the tension that can grow when two attractive people are stuck in a house together.  She didn’t like him like that, that’s impossible.  He was like his father, a womanizer.  Emma wasn’t one of those girls.  She didn’t go for guys like that.

She liked to be the one in control.

Emma was surprised when her adoptive grandfather, Gordon, stopped by one night for a visit.  She let him in, feeling suddenly nervous.  This wasn’t a pleasure call, she could tell by the way he was standing.  He was tense.  He had come to yell at her.  She tried to let on as if she were clueless.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“Hello, Emma.  I hear you’re falling behind with your scholarship.”

“My parents sent you, didn’t they?  Why can’t everyone just leave me alone, it isn’t like I’ve done anything wrong…”

“Messing with people’s lives is wrong, Emma.  You can’t just hurt someone because they’re ‘in the way’, especially when the person you’re after… doesn’t feel the same.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “Lydia has no business!  She’s not like us.”

At this, Gordon’s eyebrows quirked upward, “What is this us you speak of, Emma?”

“What?  You’re going to deny me now?  I’m not your biological granddaughter, whatever… but I might as well be!”

“I wasn’t saying that at all,” Gordon snapped back, angered.  “I’m simply wondering where you get off considering yourself of higher worth than anyone else.  You’re not a special snowflake, Emma.  You’re with the rest of us.”

Her brows furrowed, “I am not on the same level as Lydia Anderson!  She’s trash!  She comes from some kind of weird… experiment.  I mean, her great grandparents were lesbians!

What happened next shocked Emma to her core.  Gordon’s hand shot out and struck her, right on the cheek.  She recoiled, the pain stinging.  She tried not to cry, but it was fruitless.  Tears formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks unchecked.

“You are out of control!”  Gordon roared, drawing his hand back.  He didn’t usually resort to violence, but Emma was beyond talking.  “You’re in for a very hard lesson in life.  If you keep this up, you’ll find yourself in more trouble than you are now.  Remember who you’re talking to, Emma Davis.  I am not your parents and I will not tolerate your belligerent attitude!”

“I–”

“Be silent!  I suppose this is my fault, you were spoiled… and look what it’s done to you.  You were such a sweet girl, but money has turned you sour.  I can fix that real quick.”

“W-what are you saying?” She sniffed.

“I am cutting you off, Emma.  I’ve given you every chance I could think of and still, you act this way.  Your money is going to be locked down and I swear, if you so much as even try to touch it, I will take it… all of it.”

“You can’t!” She wailed, hands on her hips.  The tears streaming from her eyes and the defeat written all over her face did little to help her stance.  “You can’t do that!  How will I finish college?”

“I suppose it’d be wise to keep up with your scholarship, wouldn’t it?  And don’t go to your parents, they have no control over my assets.”

“You can’t do this…”

“It’s done, Emma,” Gordon said, turning and heading out the door.  “I’ve given you enough chances.”

She fell silent, watching him walk away.  What else could she say?  There was nothing to do.  It was his, it had always been his.  Her mother and father had good jobs, true, but it was Gordon’s kindness and money that kept them comfortable.  She couldn’t run to them for help.

“And stay away from Gregory and Lydia.  If I find out you so much as look at either one, I’ll be back.”

Emma sat in her room, trying to swallow down her sorrow.  She’d brought this all on herself, but she certainly hadn’t expected this kind of reaction.  Her fingers tensed on the bed and she sucked in a big breath.  Everytime she assumed there were no more tears to cry, more came.

Suddenly, her door opened.  She didn’t bother looking, she didn’t care.  Francis stepped in, regarding her with curiosity.

“You cry really loud, you know, for a girl.”

“Leave me alone, Francis.”

“What’s wrong?”

He sat down next to her as she explained a little bit about what had happened.  He listened quietly, absorbing all the details.  He had heard some of it from Rosa, especially the bit about catching Gregory and Emma in a supposed romantic situation, which turned out to have been staged by Emma.

“So, let me get this straight, you thought this guy was perfect because you’re both rich?”

She sniffed, “well, yeah, and we’ve known one another since we were little.  Plus, our families kind of hate each other.”

“Because that makes total sense.”

“Shut up,” Emma bristled, lips pursing.  “Don’t make fun of me.”

October 22, 2009

Anderson 5 – Round 26: ‘Borderline’

Filed under: Anderson,O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:49 am

James Anderson seems to have recovered from Kit Knight’s betrayal with the help of Maggie O`Hanlon.  Unfortunately, dating your best friend’s younger sister is tricky business.  Katarina just hopes this one isn’t as messed up in the head as Kit.

James and Maggie’s relationship began rather abruptly, but despite that, they seemed to make it work.  There was one small hitch though, Maggie’s older brother, Timothy, didn’t know.  He wouldn’t look too kindly on James “taking advantage” of his younger sister, not at all.  So they had to keep their relationship quiet, which was rather easy, because Timothy rarely came into Aperture.

Katarina didn’t seem to mind the change in the house.  She knew Maggie had a thing for James, anyway, and that it was bound to happen.  She took her chance to pass on sage advice learned over her many years.

“They say you lose it once you get older,” Katarina began, her lips quirking into a smirk as she looked at Maggie.  “Not true, that’s when you really know what you’re doing!”

James sighed, “mom, come on.  We’re trying to eat.”

“Wow, that’s… how is that even possible?”  Maggie pondered aloud, unable to quell her curiosity.  “Don’t your bones and stuff hurt?”

“Sure, but like they say… what’s worth doing is gonna hurt afterwards!”

Maggie had avoided Boreal Springs since she and James had begun dating.  She hated lying to her family and it was hard to look Timothy in the eye now.  She felt so deceptive!  She wanted to tell him, but she knew he’d throw a fit and be dramatic.  She drove to Boreal Springs one afternoon on a whim, with the intent to tell him, but chickened out and had lunch with Adora and Isolde instead.

“Maybe he won’t freak out, you might be surprised,” Adora said.

“No, he’ll freak out,” Isolde corrected.  “But you have to tell him.  He’s your brother, Maggie.”

“He’ll just throw a fit and treat me like I’m twelve all over again.  No way.”

Isolde sighed, “he’s just concerned about you.  That thing with Kit was a big mess, you know that.  You can’t just get over something like that.”

Desperate for a change of subject, Maggie pulled Adora back into the conversation, asking after her political ambitions.

“Yeah, sis, what about those political ambitions?  Grandma Alyssa is probably rolling around in her grave!”

Adora frowned, “I just don’t have any interest.  It’s not in me.  I want a family and besides, Shelly is our political genius.  The family name has had enough political scandal, don’t you think?”

“Rolling, sis.  She’s rolling and screaming,” Isolde replied, smirking.  “I know this because of my witchy learnings.”

“Then let her scream.  She’s the one who messed it all up, anyway.  Dad is a wreck.”

“Speaking of which, Maggie, what’s up with your outfit?”

“W-what?  What’s wrong with it?” She replied self-consciously, looking down at her floral pattern shirt.  It was hip, the outfit was trendy right down to her ridiculous sling-back heels.  “I love this outfit!”

Adora shook her head, “no, I mean.  You’re… all big.  Look at your boobs!  Where did those come from?”

“She’s just jealous, Maggie, ignore her,” Isolde said, giving her younger sister a reproachful look.

Their lunch continued on with idle conversation passing back and forth.  It had been too long since Maggie had a chance to sit down with girls and talk, it felt good.  Of course, the longer they sat, the more scandalous their chatter became.  Isolde decided to draw the line when Maggie asked her a rather personal question.

“Was it really with Timothy?  I mean, come on, you can tell us!”

Isolde sipped her drink meaningfully, “I’m not having this discussion with my husband’s younger sister!”

“It was,” Adora supplied.  “It totally was.  I’ve slept with more men than my sister!”

Maggie turned towards Adora, “wow, really?  Who?”

After their meal was finished, Adora had to hurry back home to run some errands.  Isolde stayed behind, unable to hide her worry.  There was something off about Maggie, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.  She cornered her before she could leave.

“Is there something wrong, Maggie?  Something you need to tell me?”

“What?  No, I’m fine, everything’s fine.  I’ll have to grow some more courage, for Timothy, I mean.  It isn’t happening today.”

“You know you can tell me, I won’t tell Timothy.”

“It’s all right, really, Isolde.  I’m fine.  I’ll give you a call later.”

“All right,” Isolde said, watching her walk to her car, “be careful.”

A few weeks later, Maggie found herself holed up in the bathroom at 5am.  She hadn’t been feeling well at all lately and it only seemed to get worse.  She sprinted to the bathroom so fast she nearly ripped the covers off the bed.  She barely managed to make it in time.  She flushed the toilet, trying not to stare at what swirled downwards.

“That’s just gross,” Maggie lamented, closing her eyes.  “Gross.”

She could hear James outside, gathering things for work.  He always left really early, it was probably 5:30 by now.  He probably needed in the bathroom.  Maggie just couldn’t get her head straight.  She splashed hot water over her face in an attempt to bring herself back.  It helped, if only a little.

She heard a small knock on the door followed by James’ voice, “are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she replied, muffled behind another cascade of water enveloping her face.  “I’ll be out in a sec.”

She let the water drip off her face, onto her tanktop, not bothering with the towel that hung from the sink rack.  It was all she could do to stand upright.  She put her arm over her eyes, the room was too bright, too white.  She felt like she was spinning.

“Maggie?”

She braced herself on the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror.  It was hard to ignore the small bit of weight she had gained in her midsection.  It was becoming ever more obvious with each passing day.  She closed her eyes and pushed off the sink.

“I’m coming.”

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Note from Mao: Sorry it took me a little longer to update BS.  I seem to have come down with something that, hopefully, is NOT Swine Flu.  So I’ve been off my feet for a bit, watching series on Netflix.  Husband’s computer is hooked up to our 50″ Samsung plasma because we have yet to get satellite, LOL.  I’m all moved into the new apartment and everything, so that’s good.  Updates will continue at whatever speed I can manage.

As for Maggie’s unexpected little pregnancy… it was only a matter of time.  When I loaded the lot, James had rolled the “Have a Baby” want, so I locked it and allowed unmarried Try for Baby.  Maggie has yet to roll up any such want.  Poor girl, LOL!  Timothy is going to have a fit.

August 5, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 26: ‘Out of Touch’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:46 am

Patrick and Viola O`Hanlon have a rather rocky marriage, thanks mostly to Patrick’s wandering eye.  Francis is following in his father’s footsteps while little Deidre innocently prefers friends to lovers (so far).  Can they hold it together?

Years down the line, the family would say, “it all began with burnt omelets”.  Because, of course, that’s where it all started.  The single event that sent a bunch of ripples outward, affecting everyone and everything in its path.  Viola was especially touchy that morning.  When questioned how she, a normally proficient cook, managed to char breakfast, she was quick and snappy.

“Sometimes, people burn things.  It happens.”

Sure, it happens–to pregnant people and those not so proficient in cooking… not to Viola, who was very much not-pregnant and a good cook.

Everyone was suitably baffled.

Despite the issue with breakfast, life continued normally for a time.  Deidre wanted to excel in school, so Patrick helped her with her homework.  He vaguely wondered how his life would be different if he’d chosen the path of knowledge as opposed to that of fame, fortune, and leading ladies.  It was a bit late for that, though.

Patrick and Francis were both there for the melt-down.  Neither of them really knew what to do or how to act.  They just stared dumbly at Viola, sitting on the floor, staring into space.  She’d lost her freaking mind.  One minute, she was fine, the next… she just collapsed and went catatonic.

It was as if something inside her just snapped, like a delayed synapse in her brain.  She realized–as she had realized several times prior, but this time, there was profound clarity–that she’d spent almost her entire adult life married to an egotistical philanderer.  Her self-esteem had been sabotaged, her integrity stomped upon.

Viola was suddenly very, very angry.

Francis was there when he saw his mother jump up and out-right clock his father.  Mentally, he made a note not to cross his mother.  She gave him a very terse look and her voice lowered to a decibel he didn’t think possible.

“Leave, Francis.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.  Francis was gone.  He was sure that sometime later, in his young adult life, he’d recall this scene.  He’d be sitting on a plush couch across from his therapist, trying to get to the bottom of his dysfunction.

Patrick was, of course, suitably surprised.  I mean, Viola got upset, sure, but she’d never threatened his good looks.  She hit him where it hurts, in the nose, and boy did it hurt.  Where did she learn to punch like that?

“What’s gotten into you?!”

“Something that should’ve done so a long time ago,” Viola retorted angrily.  “Get out of my room.  Now.”

“Viola, what the hell?  Deidre is right outside.”

Viola took a breath, “be glad I’m not kicking you out completely!”

The days after were tense ones riddled with questions and confusion.  Patrick himself still didn’t know what the hell was going on.  Viola had snapped, she’d lost her last marble.  He was almost afraid he would go to sleep only to not wake up.  He was tempted to get a place, but worried about damaging the kids.

“Are you guys getting divorced?” Francis asked, trying to hide his sadness.

“Er, no,” Patrick said, noting that Viola was behind them, angrily washing dishes.  “Your mother just… needs… some space.  That’s all.”

Deidre was young, but not stupid.  She knew what was going on.  Her parents were being grouchy and crazy.  She was just as worried as Francis was.

“You can’t get divorced!” Deidre exclaimed to her mother.  “Are you trying to ruin my life?”

“What are you talking about?” Viola asked, startled.

“You’re fighting with daddy and Francis says that you’re the reason he was walking around with a steak on his face.”

Viola sighed, “sometimes, grown-ups fight.  Especially married ones.  No one has said anything about divorce yet…”

“Good, because I can’t come from a broken home.  I’m not even in middle school yet!”

Patrick was at a loss.  He really had no clue what to do.  He wasn’t about to run up to Viola and have a chat, he’d nearly lost his last role thanks to her number on his nose.  Broken, busted noses might work for comedians, but Patrick was a leading man–he needed his natural good looks!

Michael Saunders was wondering why he always got dragged into other people’s problems.  He wasn’t much of a problem-solver like his father.  He didn’t have the tact for it.

“You have got to tell me what the hell is up with my wife!  She’s lost her damn mind.”

“Maybe she finally came to the realization she married an egotistical cheater?  That’d bring any woman to her breaking point.”

Patrick glared at his old friend, “I didn’t have a fit when you married my sister, Michael.  You could at least feign support.”

“Fine, if you’re serious about this, I’ll get Sade to talk to her.  If it’s true that you haven’t messed around, then she’ll come around.  If you have?  You’re on your own.”

July 15, 2009

O`Hanlon: Round 26 – ‘Satellites’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:26 pm

Julie and Asia are getting up there in years and are enjoying watching their children grow up and have families of their own.  Timothy and Isolde are perhaps one of the oddest pairings you’ll find, but you’d be hard-pressed to find two people more devoted to one another.  Their twin sons, Gavin and Tommy, enjoy keeping the family on its toes.

Things were pretty quiet for the O`Hanlons, if you didn’t count the chatter and noise that results from having two very active toddlers scrambling around the house.  For the most part, though, everything was going well.  Asia and Julie were huge helps when it came to the boys’ care and Timothy being unemployed certainly made sure the twins always had someone with them.  Isolde still worked odd hours, but no one questioned it.

She was very secretive about her work.  Keeping secrets wasn’t something Isolde enjoyed, but it was necessary.  She couldn’t let it get out that she was working for Gordon Saunders, infamous criminal mastermind and vampire.  She had inherited the job from her mentor, Lilith Yu.

Unfortunately, the worst of tragedies always seem to come when you think everything is going perfectly.  Asia had always had a fondness for the night sky.  She’d often lie out on the yard and peer up at the endless expanse of blue, at the tiny, winking stars.  No one had anticipated that it would be the very thing that killed her.  A rogue satellite crashed from the sky and directly onto her, vaporizing her on impact, leaving only her scorched wedding band several feet away.

There was nothing anyone could do but stand in shock and horror.  Asia O`Hanlon was gone.

Julie was beside herself with grief.  They had been together since they were teens.  Even with their advancing age, neither had given a thought as to who would die first.  They had always just assumed it would be together.  Now Julie was alone, for the first time in decades, without Asia by her side.

It was an empty feeling.

There was little time for the household to mourn, what with two very rambunctious toddlers running about and causing trouble.  Tommy’s favorite trick was to hide from everyone.  He would steal away to the dog house and take a nap, leaving his family to run around in a crazed frenzy, trying to find the missing toddler.  When at last he was located, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and tried to regather their frayed composure.

The toddlers definitely took the edge off of Asia’s untimely death.

Despite her necessary secrecy, Isolde and Timothy were as close as ever.  They were sure to enjoy the spare few moments they had when both the twins managed to be napping at the same time and Julie was at work.  Timothy had visions of another child, but Isolde wasn’t quite sure if that was a possibility.  Julie was talking about retirement and she hated to burden her aging mother-in-law with another child to help care for, especially after the loss she had suffered.

Maggie dropped by for a visit, Asia’s death and funeral prompting her to realize how little she had seen of her family recently.  Apeture was some distance away and it wasn’t always easy to find time to visit, especially with her work load and all the papers she seemed to be endlessly grading lately.

She was instantly greeted by the chaos of the full house, the twin boys both making their own kinds of noise, the two dogs running rampant throughout the living room.  Julie stepped over the rabbit head and gave her daughter a big squeeze.

“You look so good, Maggie,” Julie said, breaking the hug and giving her daughter a full once over.  “There’s a hitch in your step.  Something you need to tell us?”

Timothy came out not long after, still dressed in his pajamas.  The leisurely life of a stay-at-home dad gave him many benefits, once of which allowed him to traipse around all day in his sleepwear if he so desired.  He gave his little sis a quick hug before getting down to business.

“What’s this I hear about you going out with James?” His voice was firm, not matching his casual stance at all.  “Don’t think you’re being sneaky, Mags!  I know people.”

She rolled her eyes, “we’re seeing how it goes.  That’s all.”

“Uh huh, sure.  I know guys, Mags, I am one.  I should’ve known his little offer wasn’t platonic–”

“Timothy,” Maggie cut him off, exasperated.  “Let it go, okay?  I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, Mags… but if he pulls any crap, best friend or not, I’ll break him.”

This caused her to laugh, “you mean you’ll have Isolde break him, right?”

“Don’t let the flannel fool you, little sis, there’s nothing grandpa-like about my moves.”

Thanks to the watchful eyes of their parents and grandma, Tommy and Gavin made it to childhood.  Their energy levels sure didn’t deplete any, in fact, they seemed to increase.  Gavin loved school and enjoyed making friends.  He brought Dominic Knight home from school one day, just on a whim.  He was a real people person.

Isolde had insisted on giving him a haircut, despite his cries against it.  His hair was still shaggy, but not nearly as long.

Tommy was a bit more reserved than his brother, but still enjoyed Dominic’s company.  He seriously enjoyed the competition he offered, too, when it came to video games!  Gavin wasn’t nearly as good as Tommy and so Tommy was hard-pressed to find ‘fresh meat’ to beat the snot out of when it came to video games.

While everything seemed normal on the surface, Tommy knew that was far from the truth.  He was a little scared to tell his parents that maybe grandma Asia wasn’t completely gone after all.  She had died when he was still really young, so he didn’t remember her all that well, but she sure seemed keen on making an impression on him now.

Tommy wondered if she visited Gavin, too, but so far his twin said nothing of ghostly visitors.

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Note from Mao: And I’m back!  Still trying to get caught up on the loads of blog updates that happened while I was away.  It’ll probably take me some time.  I’m trying to get some playtime in, it’s a little odd getting back into the groove.  Hope everyone had a safe and wonderful fourth of July!  The whole ‘married woman’ thing is still sinking into my head.  Whew.

Asia’s death was NOT intentional.  She had a want to see a shooting star and so, I sent her out to see a shooting star.  I should have known better.  Those who have followed my many, many blogs know that I am no stranger to satellite deaths!  I don’t care how rare you say it is, I will scoff and say, “yeah, like twins, right?” because it never seems to fail, when a sim watches the stars, they meet an untimely fate!  Poor Asia.

Timothy really wants another kid, but so far, it isn’t happening.  I’ve downloaded the latest ACR and tweaked the values again using Laura’s nifty tutorial over at Lakeside Heights.  I’ve also finally added the inteenimator.  So yeah, big changes here!

June 15, 2009

Anderson 5 – Round 25: ‘Only Slightly Awkward’

Filed under: Anderson,O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 2:32 pm

James Anderson invited Maggie O`Hanlon, his friend and his best friend’s little sister, to stay with him as opposed to moving into the already cramped O`Hanlon house.  Katarina remains with her son through his trying time of dealing with the whole ‘Kit disaster’.

James loves his mother, he does, but he seriously wishes she’d put a tie on the door or perhaps conduct her amorous activities before he was due home from work.  He was used to this, unfortunately, but he feared what would happen if Maggie happened to walk in on such a scene.  Surely they weren’t as ‘open’ in the O`Hanlon household.  All he needed to do was scar her for life.

Despite Katarina’s little escapades, everything seems to be going smoothly… though there is some obvious tension.  Maggie has had a crush on James since she was young.  He had always been under Kit’s little spell, though, and completely oblivious to her puppy love.  Of course, there was also the dangerous thing of he being Timothy’s little sister.

Still, she was an adult now and no one’s little sister.  Kit was gone and as far as James was concerned, completely nonexistant.  Maggie found it hard to be completely platonic, despite her wish not to complicate things.

Unfortunately, the apartment they had been staying in had been overrun by termites and they were forced to relocate immediately.  Luckily, one of Katarina’s lovers had a spare apartment that was fully furnished and uninhabited for them to take over.  Sometimes it was good to have a mother with connections… unfortunately, the decor in the place could definitely use some work.

“It’s a bit stuffy, but better than living in a box, right?” Katarina told her son, glancing around the room.  Maggie was at work, she was a Science teacher at the Boreal Springs high school.  “Now, this girl you have living with us… Maggie?  She likes you, James.  A lot.”

“She’s Timothy’s little sister.”

Katarina rolled her eyes, “everyone is someone’s sister, brother, daughter, uncle, aunt… doesn’t seem to stop the way the world works, now does it?  Stop making excuses to sit and mourn something that never had a chance anyway.”

James was loathe to admit his mother’s logic made sense, but it did.  Still, he couldn’t hurt his friend or possibly Maggie if his head wasn’t completely in the right place.

To take their minds off of all the drama, Maggie and James met up with Timothy and Isolde downtown on a Friday night.  Isolde and Timothy hadn’t really had a chance to go out since the twins were born.  Of course, upon meeting up, James just had to make a joke about Isolde’s ‘sparkly’ countenance.

“You look radioactive!”

Isolde made a face, “I have a broom, James, and I won’t hesitate to use it.”

Timothy and Maggie watched in amusement.  Finally, Timothy spoke up, “you’d better listen to her, dude.  She’s brutal with that thing.”

Once they got inside, they had a couple of drinks at the bar… and of course, what’s drinks without some drunken karoake?  Isolde and Maggie were the first to go, the ‘lightweights’ when it came to drinking, they were already laughing obnoxiously.  Maggie swayed and sang questionably while Isolde belted out the lyrics like a would-be Diva.  The mixture of the two created a very… interesting sound.

James, thankfully, had inherited the patented Yu talent for all things musical and lyrical, and was quite a capable singer.  Isolde and Timothy somehow managed to make dancing into making out and Maggie was having a hard time keeping upright in her heels.  It felt nice to cut loose and have a little fun.

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