Boreal Springs

December 31, 2009

Davis-Knight – Round 27: ‘Telephone’

Filed under: Davis,Knight — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 3:33 pm

Jennifer Knight and Emma Davis are new graduates of Boreal Summit University, on their own in Aperture City.

Normally, the idea of Jennifer and Emma sharing an apartment would be so far-fetched it would be almost unbelievable.  Thanks to Daisy, however, it was a much different story.  They both needed help paying the rent and needed a roommate.  Daisy convinced Jennifer that Emma had changed and would make a decent roommate.  Jennifer was dubious.

“I like things clean,” Jennifer said, looking Emma over.  “I work evenings.”

“Me, too,” Emma replied.  “And I work during the day, so you’ll have plenty of time to yourself.”

“Try to keep the men to a minimum.”

“Only if you promise the same for the girls!”

The arrangement worked out and the two managed to find a nice routine.  They were complete opposites, but they didn’t have to be best friends to be roommates.  The apartment was plenty big enough for them to have their space when necessary and the companionship was nice.  It was preferable to being all alone.

It was only a matter of time before Francis stopped by.  He and Emma hadn’t really talked much since the whole blow-up with Rosa and then Shelly’s party.  It was mostly Emma keeping her distance.  Francis had enough of the gameplaying and decided to just ‘stop by’.

“Nice and I hear your roommate likes girls,” Francis commented, looking around.

She rolled her eyes, “she’s not the kind of lesbian you’d like, Francis.”

“She wears plaid?”

“Why are you here?”

He moved closer, his hand gently touching her face, “you can’t avoid me forever, you know.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” Emma replied, finding it hard to keep her resolve.  “I just… I’ve messed up enough.  I didn’t want to hurt Rosa anymore.”

“I’ve spoken to Rosa, we’re friends.  That’s all it is.”

“And that makes us what?”

He shrugged, “why does it have to make us anything?  Why can’t we just be two people who enjoy each others company?”

His logic was questionable, but Emma couldn’t deny that she did enjoy his company… quite a bit, in fact.  As long as she didn’t try to imagine the future, she was always happy to be with Francis.  Maybe her mind got a little fuzzy and she confused the things he said for commitments, but it didn’t matter, did it?  She was still young, she had plenty of time.

Jennifer arrived home late that evening to find Francis there.  She was surprised, to say the least.  He walked out of the bathroom like he owned the place, Emma nowhere to be found.  She was a bit startled when she came out a few seconds later, seeing Jennifer and feeling suddenly embarassed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jennifer said, trying not to sound awkward.  “I came home early, wasn’t feeling well.”

Jennifer made it to the counter before she collapsed without another word.  Emma was so shocked she could barely move, it was Francis that called emergency services.  They arrived and took Jennifer out on a stretcher.  Emma made a sound of pure horror as they pulled out the defibrillator–her heart had stopped beating.

Unfortunately, Jennifer didn’t make it.  The doctors were stumped and her family would have to wait for the complete coroner’s report to find out the true reason of death.

Emma returned to the apartment with Francis.  It had all happened Friday evening and now it was early Saturday morning.  Francis didn’t have classes until late Monday, so he stayed with Emma.  She was a bit of a wreck, having seen someone die right in front of her.

He studied while she slept.  It was a long weekend.  Anytime he left the room, she’d wake up or start freaking out.  By Sunday night and after a visit from her parents, she seemed to be doing better.  Francis left her in their care while he went back to University.

It took Emma some time, but she recovered.  She came home from work one day to find Daisy waiting.  She’d nearly forgotten that Jennifer and Daisy had some sort of weird friends, but maybe more thing going on.  She hugged her friend tightly, trying to comfort her.  Daisy didn’t look distressed so much as lost.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Thanks,” Daisy said, breathing slowly.  “It was a long drive.”

“How are you doing?” Emma asked tenatively.

“I’m okay, I just… it’s hard to believe, you know?  I don’t think I do, yet.  I won’t, not until I’m there and I… well, I see her go in the ground.  I just feel so terrible.”

“Why?  You didn’t do it, Daisy.  We have no idea what did.”

Daisy frowned, “I feel like maybe I should have come around earlier, you know?  Now I’m just lost.  I don’t know what to do.  I guess I just need some time…”

Daisy left a few hours later after looking around at the apartment.  Emma settled in for the evening.  She began making herself some dinner when she heard the door open and close.  She knew she locked it, so she wasn’t surprised when she looked up and saw Gordon.  He always had a way with locked doors.

“It’s so weird, mom and dad are gray and here you are… not.  What do you want?”

“I heard about your roommate,” Gordon said walking towards her.  “Life is unfortunate with its coincidence.  Are you all right?”

“I will be.”

He blocked her from the stove, “you’re still angry.”

“Not angry, just annoyed. What do you want?  Are you going to lecture me again?”  Emma sighed, pushing past him and placing the pot on the stove.  “I’m a big girl, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“That remains to be seen.  I know Claude’s slipped you money.”

She sat down with a sigh, “only a little, only because I really needed it.  It was that or live on the streets.”

“He doesn’t know that I know, I only thought you should.  You should know it’s impossible to get anything past me, Emma.”

“Consider me warned.”

“Which is why I am going to say this–Francis O`Hanlon… do you really think that’s wise?”

She made a face, “now you’re going to tell me who to date?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all,” Gordon said quickly, looking exasperated.  “Michael worked with Viola.  She’s a basket case.  Francis is very similar to his father.  Do you really want to end up like Viola?  I hear she’s in therapy, that she’s taking some sort of pills… quite the future you’re staring down.  If this is a play for money, you might want to find someone else.”

Over the next few days, Gordon’s words continually ran through Emma’s head.  Everyone knew Viola’s tragic story.  She certainly didn’t want to end up like that.  She liked Francis, she liked him a lot and not just because he was rich.  She genuinely cared about it.  Unfortunately, he really didn’t seem to feel the same way, seeing her more as a friend and a casual ‘fun buddy’.

Her boss came home with her, they were supposed to work on a speech for one of the congressmen going before the public tomorrow.  She’d seen him several times around the office, they’d spoken a few times, but she’d always been so consumed by Francis she hadn’t done anything more than talk to him.

That changed very quickly.  Emma knew it was a bad idea to just… sleep with someone you barely know, but she wasn’t exactly thinking straight.  She was still reeling from what she’d witnessed and her own insecurities involving Francis.  To say the workplace was going to be a bit awkward would be an understatement.  Sleeping with a random person, not so wise, but your boss?  Dangerous.

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Note from Mao: OMG JENNIFER!  I have no idea what happened.  I was so shocked, my husband heard me and was like, “what’s wrong?!” and then rolled his eyes when I told him, lol.  All I can guess is that she was sick and I didn’t know.  Poor Jennifer.  This is why I don’t need ROS… my freakin’ sims kill themselves!

I tried to have Emma plead for her life, but they were barely friends, so she picked the wrong hand.

As for Emma jumping her coworker, she did that on her own!  No sooner did they walk into the apartment… BAM!  Couch action, OMG.  And then she was hitting on her other coworker, too.  This whole situation has her on the fritz.  I can’t wait to see Francis’ reaction, LOL!  Emma is the only person he’s gotten busy with.  He’s not 100% Patrick.  I’m also amused that they have three bolts.

December 28, 2009

Davis – Round 27: ‘Run This Town’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:38 pm

Fou-Lu Yu and Elena Davis are at the end of their adult lives.  The big transition will change little for them, still happily unmarried.  Emily Davis isn’t a little girl anymore and is quickly figuring out what she wants from life.

Now that Emma is back from college and living in Aperture, she visits often.  Thankfully, the visits aren’t nearly as strained as they had once been.  Elena and Fou-Lu were barred from giving her any help, but she was allowed to visit.  It was difficult, to not slip her some money, but the repercussions from Gordon would be severe.  Emma never asked for help, she toughed it out, happy to just see her family.

Emily was always quiet during her older sister’s visits.  They’d never been terribly close.

Emily shared her mother’s love for dance, but in a more casual way.  She wasn’t sure if she wanted a career in it, in fact, she wasn’t sure she wanted a career in anything.  She wasn’t so jaded to think life was easy and the streets were paved with gold; she was just aware that she had an opportunity most didn’t–she could decide what she wanted to do.  She was going to take her time and figure it out, find something she truly loved.

“As long as it isn’t a life of crime,” was Elena’s only opinion on the matter.  She always worried that her girls would get the wrong impression from their grandfather.  “And it involves college.”

Emily sighed, “not everything has to involve college.”

“Well, it should.  Good girls go to college… even Emma managed to make it through college!”

Fou-Lu took his chance quickly, “there’s plenty of time to figure it out.”

“Oh, no.  Not a word from you–look how long it took you!  Don’t be like your father, Emily.  It only makes life ten times more difficult, you need to have goals and ambitions.”

Fou-Lu made a face, “I had goals!”

“Your only goal was to wake up every morning.  You still don’t have goals.”

“I have a job, though.  A great one!”

“Because of your family connections.  You lucked out, fell into it.”

Emily rolled her eyes, “will you two stop?  I’m not going to waste time, I’ll figure it out… just give me a chance, okay?  Sheesh.”

Fou-Lu continued to mutter, “…at least my family doesn’t involve some crazy vampire crime boss…”

Elena and Fou-Lu’s birthdays snuck up on them before they realized it.  They’d gone through a lot together and despite being so different, had managed to make it work in the end.  Sure, they bickered sometimes and even argued, but it was just part of the deal.  When you’re so different, you’re bound to run into conflict; the entire point was that they got through it and loved one another despite it.

Emily had to be careful not to fall into her older sister’s footsteps.  Being who she was, she fell easily into the ‘elite’ group of teens in high school.  Despite living in Aperture, she attended the same academy, so her circle of friends consisted of Alexander and Charity Saunders.  Emily and Charity didn’t always see eye-to-eye, but Alexander was the mediator between the two.  To Emily, Charity was just too wild and to Charity, Emily was just a big old prude.

They would gather at Emily’s house sometimes, when it was convenient, usually on weekends.  It was located downtown and surrounded by all sorts of fun things.  All their families had money, so it isn’t like they had to worry about not being able to pay or make their way around.

The elite group consisted of five teens…

Deidre O`Hanlon, of course, was their leader.  It was her exotic looks and ridiculous charisma that had drawn so much attention and popularity.  Being the daughter of a famous actor and director sure didn’t hurt, either.  Never far behind Deidre was Dominic Knight.  The opposite of Deidre’s outgoing and charismatic nature, Dominic preferred brooding stares to actual conversation.  It was a front, of course.  Dominic was as friendly as the next, but he just preferred to leave all the senseless talking to Deidre.

His sister, Nadia, was excluded from the group given her childhood rivalry with Deidre.  Deidre had been willing to let things pass, but Nadia had gone a step too far when she insinuated that Deidre’s eyes were contacts.  That was the last straw.

Charity and Alexander Saunders, unlike Dominic and Nadia Knight, are inseperable.  When you see one, you can be sure the other is not far behind.  It’s a miracle they manage to use the gender restricted bathrooms without going into shock.  While not as brutal as their older sister, they still have a bit of a mean streak to them.  It’s usually a good idea to stay on their good side.  Alexander effectively ‘blocks’ any male that might try to take Charity up on one of her lewd offers.

Emily Davis, compared to the rest, seems unremarkable.  She knows that’s not true and she’s quite content letting them take the spotlight.  She’s the one behind the scenes, directing the events and moving the players around on the stage.  She’s the nicest one in the bunch and usually tries her best to keep the peace.  She still talks to Nadia Knight and while friends with everyone in the group, is closest to Alexander.

There’s plenty of rumors, but Emily laughs them off.  They’re not closely related and any relation they may have would have started out as halved, but still… Alexander is a friend.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Whether or Alexander agrees, however, is a very good postulation…

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Note from Mao: Nothing exciting at the Davis house, unfortunately.  Emily is a Family sim so she’s obsessed with her first kiss, but there aren’t any compatible male teens out there for her yet, sigh.  She’ll have to wait!  She’s part of the it-group because she befriended Alexander.  These guys make a scary little group.  I wouldn’t want to go to high school with them.  ;)

It would be so easy to hook Alexander and Emily up.  Of course, it’s weird because Michael and Elena consider themselves siblings even though they’re not.  They’d guarantee me some CC genetics and nice face structures.  Unfortunately, unless the sims press the issue, I won’t.  The Elena/Michael thing would be enough for Michael to throw a fit and Elena to be disgusted, LOL.  If they did press it, it’d make for a hilariously gross storyline.

And now, a funny outtake picture.  Dominic starts talking about aliens and Deidre just has this look on her face, LOL!  I think she’s tired of hearing it, poor girl.  She’s smart, but everyone only knows her for her “exotic looks”.

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.”

August 8, 2009

Davis – Round 26: ‘What I Am’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 3:30 pm

Note from Mao: I forgot to pull Emily’s child picture from SimPE before she aged to teen… so, um, she’ll be on the family picture next time!

Fou-Lu and Elena needed to get out of the house, so they met up with Michael and Sade downtown.  It took a lot of convincing to get Michael to come, he wasn’t one for groups, hanging out, or going downtown.  Still, Elena missed her brother and managed to wheedle him into coming.  Sade was just happy to show off her Awesome Tan to an even wider audience.

Of course, their first stop was the pool table.  It was still light out, even if it wouldn’t be in an hour, and it just felt wrong to hit the bar so early.  They split up into teams, girls VS boys.  Of course, Fou-Lu did enough smack-talking to make up for Michael’s quiet nature, but Sade was perhaps the worst.

“Come on, Elena, it’s your turn!”

“I wouldn’t keep her waiting,” Michael advised sagely.  “She’s… very competitive.”

Elena sighed, “I’ve noticed.”

“What kind of shot was that, babe?  Were you aiming for the wall?” Fou-Lu remarked, watching as the cue ball nearly rocketed a solid off the table.

Elena let out a disgruntled sigh, “maybe I was aiming for you.”

“If you were, you missed big time.  I’m over here.”

Sade looked away from Michael and saw the shot, “what was that?!  This game was ours!”

Thanks to Elena’s poor shot, the guys won.  Fou-Lu’s idea of a victory shake, however, was quite different from Michael’s.  While he’d never admit it openly, he did take a step back after Michael stopped reeling from the joy buzzer, his face twisted in anger.

“All in good fun, man!” Fou-Lu said, laughing.

Michael wasn’t nearly as jovial, “don’t do that again.”

“Not a problem…”

They were only at the bar for an hour before it got ridiculously crowded.  Sade was happy to share her tan with everyone, but some people were getting a little too close for comfort.  Some guy in a ridiculous jacket had taken to following her around, much to Michael’s chagrin.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” Sade said to Elena over the loud music.  “I’m tired of this creep following me around.”

“You’re the one who had to get that awesome tan,” Elena said, chuckling.

Michael made his way over, giving his sister a look, “food sounds like a good idea.”

They stopped at a diner on the outskirts of the city on their way home.  It was quaint, but you could tell it was starting to get late, as the revelers and drunks were slowly filtering in through the doors.  Fou-Lu took this quiet opportunity to ask about their vacation.

“So, has your tan really helped you with friends?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t it?  Everyone wants to know that girl with the awesome tan!”

Michael sighed, “isn’t it about time for it to fade?”

Elena laughed, “you wish, Michael.”

Emily Davis was the opposite of her sister, Emma.  She was polite, mild-mannered, and ignored.  At least, that’s the way she felt.  She was an amazing pianist, her skill surpassed even that of her father and sister, yet she constantly felt like she was stuck in Emma’s ever-looming shadow.  She got accolades for her talents and perfect report cards, but it didn’t seem to be enough.  Emma was always present in the conversations, her name mentioned several times daily.

Emily loved her sister, but she was beginning to dislike her troublesome ways.  She just seemed intent on keeping all attention focused entirely on her.

It was no surprise, then, that when Emma visited, Emily made herself scarce.  Elena and Fou-Lu sat her down, intent to have a talk with her.  Elena had spoken to Gordon and was quite well-informed of her daughter’s misdeeds.  She was hardly pleased.

“We’re proud you’re keeping up with your scholarships,” Elena began.  “But we’re worried about your social life.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emma said, feigning ignorance.

“This business with Gregory and Lydia.  We know what you did, Emma.  How could you?”

Emma rolled her eyes, “I’m a big girl now, I can make my own decisions.  Why does everyone have to have a hand in my business or what I do?”

Elena was quickly enraged, “do you think this is come kind of joke, Emma?  These are people, not playthings!  You can’t just push and manipulate everyone to do what you want them to do.  You can’t just take something because you want it.  That’s not how the world works.”

“It’s not like I killed anyone,” Emma retorted, though her excuse was a poor one and she knew it.  “I don’t get what the big deal is!  Everyone knows they’re a terrible couple.  I’ve been friends with him just as long as she has.”

“The difference being that he chose Lydia, not you.  He loves her and you, being his friend who supposedly cares about him, you should support him.  Love isn’t a selfish thing, Emma.  You don’t hurt the people you love!”

Emma snorted derisively, “oh, right, because you guys were such a stellar example of that.  Way to be a hypocrite, mom.”

Elena had enough, she stood up and gave her daughter a terrible look, “you’re a terrible, spoiled little girl who needs to grow up and show some respect.  You weren’t raised to be like this.”

Elena stormed off, leaving Fou-Lu and Emma alone.  Emily was there, but she played the piano quietly in the background, lost in the music.  She wasn’t paying attention at all.  It was just more ‘Emma drama’, after all, nothing new.

“You know you shouldn’t talk to your mother like that, Em.  I agree with her.  I just, I don’t get it.  You were always such a sweet girl, what happened?” Fou-Lu sighed.  “Maybe it is our fault, confusing you with the on again, off again… but even so, if you know we’re a bad example, why follow it?”

“I just can’t get any privacy.  Why does everyone have to be in my business?”

“Because your business involves a prevalent family, Em.  If you think Roman Anderson is going to let you anywhere near his son, you’re mistaken.  Especially after all of this.” He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “Gregory isn’t the type to love two people and I think its pretty obvious what he wants.  I think it’s been obvious all along.  Sometimes, you can’t always have what you want.”

Emma stood up, clearly learning nothing from the exchange, “whatever.  I’m going back.  This was obviously a waste of time.”

Emily made friends, but it was difficult to keep them, especially when they lived all the way in Boreal Springs.  Her favorite friend was Megan Alioto.  They got along famously and Megan’s mother, Valerie, would even bring her downtown for visits.  They weren’t sure why her mother always seemed to be going downtown, but they weren’t about to question it.  It gave them a chance to hang out and play together.

Emily’s birthday snuck up on everyone and before she knew it, she was a young lady.  She definitely took a lot from her Saunders side, favoring her mother’s side of the family considerably.  She still had her father’s eyes, though.  She was still a sweet girl who was determined to have her own family someday.  She certainly didn’t want to cause her parents as much trouble as Emma had.

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Note from Mao: Holy crap, Emily turned out amazing!  I’m still kind of shocked.  It’s hilarious what several generations of breeding will get you.  I didn’t start out with any default templates when I made my founding sims, they were all edited and tweaked.  So it’s definitely cool to see it carry through generations.

Sade and Michael autonomously stopped by the apartment, so I had them all go out for an adult outing.  Fou-Lu is a day from becoming an elder and Elena is getting close, too.  So they needed one last adult hurrah.

Emma, also, is a little brat.  She came over to see her parents and argued with them the ENTIRE TIME.  None of that was staged.  Any attempt made by Fou-Lu or Elena to speak to her resulted in negative reactions and Elena actually did get quite mad with her, lol.

Some outtake shots.  This one is from the diner.  Why is Countess Emily Saunders chatting up some random downtownie about potty training Selene?  Also, I just realized I have two Emily’s.  Oops.  I’ll just call one Countess and one not, lol.

Sade’s Awesome Tan isn’t just useful to her, but her friends, as well.  This cracked me up.

June 13, 2009

Davis – Round 25: ‘Leaving the Nest’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 12:16 pm

Fou-Lu Yu and Elena Davis have had a rocky relationship, but things are finally starting to even out for them.  Emma is heading off to college soon and little Emily is growing more everyday.

“You’ll love college,” Fou-Lu said to his daughter before leaving for the weekend.  He wouldn’t be around to see her off, so he was squeezing in some ‘fatherly advice’ while he could.  “Just remember, though, college boys are bad.  I should know, I was one.”

“Isn’t that why mum dumped you?  Didn’t she get pregnant before graduation?”

“And that’s exactly why you should avoid boys at all costs!”

Emma shook her head, “you don’t have to worry, dad.  I’m only interested in one boy and he’s the polar opposite of you.”

“Good girl.”

“Do you regret having me so young” Emma asked her mother at breakfast.  She was starting to get nervous.  Most of her things were packed already.

Elena thought about it for a moment, “not now, I mean, I still wonder what would have happened… but you were and are still my priority.  I wouldn’t have gone back and changed anything.”

“What about not telling dad and breaking up with him?”

“That’s complicated, Emma.  Relationships aren’t just black and white.  They’re complicated, they hurt, and a lot of times, you’d probably be better off without them,” Elena stared across the table at her daughter.  “I love your father, but that doesn’t mean our relationship was always the best at particular times.  Pushing and forcing things to fit doesn’t work.”

Emma tried not to notice that her mother had turned it around on her.  She finished up her pancakes and accepted her mother’s explanation for what it was, nothing more, nothing less.

With Emma gone, the house seemed strangely empty.  Even little Emily noticed the loss, preferring to sneak into Emma’s old room and sleep.  At first, Six wasn’t too happy about her bed being occupied, but she got over it.  Emily was company.  Six definitely missed Emma.

Everyone adjusted, though, and the days settled into a routinue.  Elena kept up her career and Fou-Lu spent time with Emily.  Of course, his true goal was to get Emily to say ‘dad’ before ‘mom’.  Elena just shook her head and made a face when he boasted that she’d totally do it.

She wondered how Emma was doing at school and hoped she wasn’t doing anything she’d regret.

Emily grew into an active child who loved jumping on the bed.  Elena would scold her, but Fou-Lu would usually encourage it or jump with her, much to Elena’s chagrin.  Emily definitely resembled her Saunders heritedge, looking very little like her parents and more like her grandpa Gordon and his sons.

The apartment was big, but clearly not big enough.  Emily found out that the restroom being connected to her parent’s bedroom was quite inconvenient.  She had several awkward exits, that’s for sure.  Thankfully, her parents were nonethewiser.  That was just one talk she really didn’t want to have, yet.

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Note from Mao: Emily looks SO MUCH like a Saunders it isn’t even funny.  I see no Yu there.  None.  Wow.  Also, Emma is at college now.  Also, sorry that this update was so disjointed.  I was trying to play through multiple crashes/etc.  I’ve also increased the picture size.

March 12, 2009

Davis – Round 24: ‘Emma’s Way’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:36 am

Fou-Lu Yu and Elena Davis have been together, on and off, for what seems like a lifetime.  They were perfectly happy with their daughter, Emma, but Elena had a surprise pregnancy and now Emily has joined them.  Will they all be able to adjust to the changes?

Elena had been dubious about another baby, she worked enough as it was, would she miss seeing this one, too?  She had been there for practically all of Emma’s firsts.  It almost seemed wrong to deny little Emily that right, too.  Still, Elena had been “alone” then.  Her parents had helped.  Fou-Lu was here now and he had every right to seeing the things he missed with Emma.

Babies were a new concept for Fou-Lu.  He vaguely remembered Zhou as a baby and he’d completely missed Emma’s early years.  Babies weren’t nearly as fun to interact with as toddlers or children, though, and he could certainly do without the dirty diapers.

Emma wasn’t nearly as accepting as her parents had hoped.  She stayed in her room often, citing that she needed “time alone”.  She didn’t necessarily dislike her younger sister, but her mind was preoccupied.  Gregory Anderson had gone to college and she was left here.  She had been convinced she had a chance, but if he was alone with Lydia?  That chance was dying with every passing day.  Emma still couldn’t wrap her mind around why Gregory was so adamantly going after a girl who didn’t seem to want him.  Sure, they had been friends forever, but she was poor and Gregory had things to accomplish.  Lydia couldn’t help with that, she wasn’t charming and cultured like Emma.

Elena and Fou-Lu tried to spend time with Emma, to show her that it wasn’t all about the new baby.  It was then that she revealed the baby wasn’t the reason for her being so sullen.  She told them to just leave her alone.  When she got up and went upstairs, Fou-Lu looked at Elena.

“When did she become a teenager?”

Elena cringed as she heard Emma’s door slam, “I don’t know.”

“I feel old,” Fou-Lu sighed.

“Me, too…”

Emma made a new friend, Daisy Saunders.  She was nice and smart, too.  Daisy had a twin, Sage, who was really popular but Emma didn’t really know her all that well.  From what she’d heard, she hung out with Jennifer Knight and Rosa Anderson.  Rosa was Lydia’s sister.  That was enough to make Emma stay away.

With her parents working a lot, Emma often got stuck babysitting her rapidly growing sister.  Emily was getting big, fast.  Emma was almost sad that she’d be leaving for college soon, probably not long after Emily was a child.  She’d miss really getting to bond with her sister.  Maybe having a sibling wasn’t so bad after all.  It was just too bad Elena couldn’t have had her earlier!

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Note from Mao: It seems strange to me that Elena and Fou-Lu will be elders soon.  That just seems wrong.  LOL!  Another generation in, another generation out.  Emma is a strange girl.  I’m interested what trouble she’ll cause next round in Uni.  She’s younger than Lydia and Gregory.

Also, a sidenote, I have a new blog Ocean’s 10.  I know, I know, another blog?  But it’s an easy one–it’s a VERY simple legacy type challenge where everyone uses the same founder.  Check it out for more info.  It won’t take away from BS.  I have too much free time right now, I’m already on round 25!

February 9, 2009

Davis – Round 23: ‘Surprise!’

Filed under: Davis — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 12:03 am

Fou-Lu and Elena have finally reconciled, much to their daughter Emma’s delight.  They have no plans to get married anytime soon, but are enjoying their new found family dynamic.

Emma and Six continued to be inseparable.  Six would wait until Emma came home from school and their routine would begin.  Emma liked to watch television before she started her homework and Six would sit and watch as aptly as her childhood master.  It was an odd sight, a cat watching TV, but one that they became accustomed to.  Where Emma went, Six went.

Fou-Lu’s work schedule allowed him to spend an ample amount of time caring for and spending time with Emma.  It certainly made up for the years he’d been missing from her life (no choice on his part, he didn’t know she existed!)  He would keep an eye on her and then tuck in her when it was bed time.  He was still the same old Fou-Lu, but caring for Emma caused him to be a little bit more grown up.  He learned to consider her before himself.

Elena, unfortunately, did not have the ability to spend heaps of time with Emma.  Her job kept her very busy and while she wanted to succeed, she was beginning to feel a pang of jealousy for all the time Emma and Fou-Lu had together.  She felt like she was slowly slipping out of Emma’s life and off the radar.  When Emma brought her report card home, she usually ran past her and to Fou-Lu.  Of course, Emma also knew that Elena was very busy and probably just didn’t want to bother her.

It was a horrible thought.  Elena wished she had more time to spend with her daughter.

When Elena voiced her concerns to Fou-Lu, he told her not to worry about it.  That Emma didn’t like him anymore than he liked her and she was being silly.  Emma was more like Elena than him, so he assured her that it was simply a matter of her knowing and not wanting to interfere with Elena’s ambitions.  It comforted Elena a little, but she was still determined to spend more time with her daughter.

Little did she know something was in the works to guarantee her plenty of time…

Elena found out, quite abruptly, that she was pregnant.  It was a shock, to be sure.  She had been on the job and had to run off-stage to go puke her guts out.  After several more bouts of completely unbearable nausea, she went to the doctor’s.  When she came home with the news, Fou-Lu was happy, but Emma was a bit put off.  She wasn’t ready to share her parents.

“You’re going to look like a beachball!  Beachballs are gross!”

“How do you think she looked with you, brat?” Fou-Lu countered good-naturedly.

“Not like a beachball!”

As Elena’s pregnancy advanced, so did Emma’s age.  She was soon a teenager and filled with a teenager’s concerns and whims.  She still wasn’t pleased about the impending addition.  She really didn’t want to have to share her parents.  She had been the baby, and she liked it.  She was spoiled.

“Come on, Em.  You know that’s not true.  We love you, and a baby won’t change that,” Elena tried to reassure her daughter.

“But you’ll be so busy with the new baby and you’ll think ‘well, Emma is old enough, she can care for herself’ and I’ll be left out in the cold!”

Elena sighed, “you know that’s ridiculous.  Stop it.  We love you.”

“Yeah, well,” Emma began, indignant, “if you start ignoring me, I’ll run away to Grandpa Gordon’s!  He’ll still love me…”

Eventually, Emma came around, not completely, but enough.  She would try to feel when the baby kicked and was quite fascinated by the way the pregnancy progressed.  It wasn’t as gross as it had been when she was younger.  She still didn’t want to share, but maybe being a big sister wouldn’t be completely awful… besides, they had found out it was a girl and having a little sister was a much better prospect than having a baby brother!

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Note from Mao: Elena did give birth, but it was after the round was over (I couldn’t wait to see it).  It was a girl named Emily… with, get this, the ANDERSON skintone.  WTF?  Anyway, you’ll see her next round.  Oh, and I lost the picture, but Emma has a big crush on Gregory Anderson, FYI.

Also, during this round, I was met with a MAJOR surprise.  All of the sudden, I heard BOOOOING!  So I looked around and saw Viola slapping Patrick silly.  Uh oh!  Someone’s been busted!  I had completely forgot that he and the landlord were semi-lovers and yeah.  The BBQ turned into Jerry Springer.

So, that’ll be something to deal with next round.  Note that Patrick is right there, too.  sigh.

January 18, 2009

Davis – Round 22: ‘You Turn the Screws, End’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:37 am

Emma was ecstatic when her father, Fou-Lu Yu, moved in with them at the new place Elena had procured.  He even brought a present–Six, a very fluffy, very cute cat.  She spent a great bit of time cuddling and loving Six and in return, Six pretty much followed her around throughout the house.  Elena had been apprehensive about having a cat, she had been raised with dogs, but found that Emma’s fondness or Six couldn’t be compromised.

Gordon had sent over a very nice piano as a gift for Emma.  She was starting piano lessons, something she enjoyed more than the violin, she found.  Six would try and sing along, mewling along with the notes as Emma effortlessly played.  She was talented like her father and her mother, that was for certain.

Of course, when Emma was at school, Fou-Lu and Elena were making their own use of the new furniture.  Probably not what it had been intended for.  Neither of them really spoke very much about taking it any further than this.  Fou-Lu was just happy to be with Elena and Emma and Elena still couldn’t think about anything serious past this.  She wasn’t sure why.  She had always loved Fou-Lu, but she couldn’t really allow herself to be locked into it.  It was strange, because she was the responsible one.  You’d think she’d want a commitment, not the easygoing, childish Fou-Lu.

Elena got quite the surprise one night.  While Fou-Lu was out of town for a few days, her entire family popped up on her stoop at 1am.  Okay, maybe not all at once, they certainly wouldn’t fit, but Michael and Sade came first, followed shortly after by Gordon, Lauren, and Claude.  Once she managed to shuffle them all quietly into the livingroom, she demanded an explanation.

“Dad called and told me to check on you,” Michael offered first, followed by Sade:

“And I was coming, too.”

“Your father, in his infinite wisdom, forgot that Sade was pregnant and so tried to call them back and tell them it was all right, he’d go,” Lauren added, followed by Claude:

“And then I said, no, mom, let us go.  We’re the men.”

“And then she slapped him and we all came,” Gordon finished, looking up at her, smiling.  “We were worried about you.  There’s… some things going down, Elena.  You and Emma being alone at night, it’s worrying.”

While Elena read their father the riot act on how she’s a grown woman and she can take care of herself and her family, Claude decided to get Michael in even more hotwater than he already was.  Trying to sneak off at 1am does not usually go over well with a pregnant wife.

“Sade, really, should you be out walking around and stuff?  You look pretty pregnant,” Claude said, not trying to sound insensitive, but he was Claude and so, well, yeah.

Michael shot him a look from behind Sade, as if to say, ‘are you trying to get me killed?’

“Do you enjoy having fangs, Claude?” Was all Sade said, her voice hard and terse.  Claude shivered and said nothing more.  “That’s what I thought.”

He sent his half-brother a look of pure sympathy and apology.

Suddenly, Emma came shuffling down the steps.  She saw everyone gathered and quickly ran towards them, arms outstretched.  Gordon was already standing.  He embraced his granddaughter quite snugly, glad to see she was all right.

“Grandpa!  What are you doing here?” Emma asked, fully aware of the time.

“Just… talking with your mother,” Gordon offered, then smiled.  “Do you like your piano?”

“Oh, yes!  It’s fantastic!  Do you want me to play it for you?”

Elena tried to say no, but tomorrow was Saturday and everyone was here already.  She looked at her mother, “we should probably go make some breakfast.”

Michael glared at Claude and said, “and you should probably get me a suitcase, because if this idiot keeps talking, I’m either going to be dead or kicked out!”

“I’m going next door to see Patrick,” Sade said stiffly.

Fou-Lu returned, none-the-wiser about the criminal activity nor the fact that Elena’s father and entire family had been collected in the livingroom.  Elena had told Emma that some things involving Grandpa Gordon were best left unsaid.  Emma thought she understood and so remained quiet.  Their routinue continued.  Emma was definitely happy her parents were together.  There was always someone there with her, especially Fou-Lu.  He normally only worked weekends and was home all day during the week.  She got away with a lot when Fou-Lu was with her, but she was still sure to always do her homework.

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Note from Mao: It would only make sense for Gordon to want to check in on Elena after what happened with Claude.  He knew Michael would be too smart to fall for anything, since Michael knows what and who he is and has for a better part of his life.  It was still hilarious to see them all clustered in the livingroom.  Poor Michael.  Elena and Fou-Lu, thankfully, make use of the bed more than the couch.  Emma and Six are inseperable.

September 30, 2008

Saunders 2 – Round 20: ‘You Turn the Screws, Pt. 4′

Filed under: Davis — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:53 pm

[Family image postponed until I can get SimPE functioning properly.  For some reason, sims are missing portraits and blank?  They have no portrait file!]

Elena was happily welcomed home by both Gordon and Lauren.  While Elena was not his biological daughter, Gordon treated her every bit as if she was of his own.  He had been worried about her situation with Fou-Lu and was thankful that she seemed to have gotten her head back and was persuing her dream.

Claude, meanwhile, took little notice to his half-sister rejoining the family.  He was too caught up in his romantic pursuits.  Senior year had been a whirlwind of action for him.  He was planning on going to University, so he had to get in as much time with the girls at high school as he could.  There would be newer and more mature conquests waiting for him on campus!

He was, however, amused by his mother’s constant prodding of Elena.  She was concerned about the situation with Fou-Lu, especially now.  They weren’t dating, but Lauren knew that they had been ‘seeing’ one another, despite their broken up status, in university.  Elena told her mother to mind her own business, that she was an adult, but Lauren couldn’t help but feel there was more to the story.

Michael knew better, in fact, he came over one afternoon to confront Elena.  After she and Fou-Lu had hooked up briefly in university, she had stopped calling him.  In fact, she downright refused to see him.  Michael had been shocked when this happened, but even more shocked when Elena opted out of moving into an apartment with him–as they had originally planned–and moving back home.  Now Michael was rooming with Fou-Lu and he wanted to know what was going on.

“Be quiet, Michael,” Elena hushed him, eyes narrowed.  Lauren was nearing them and she was worried she’d overhear.  “I’m already getting grilled by mom!”

“Is it any wonder?  What’s going on, Elena?  You’ve never been like this with me…”

“Just don’t worry about it, okay?  And tell Fou-Lu to stop calling.  We’re over.”

Everyone concerning themselves with Elena’s odd behavior had taken notice off Claude’s escapades.  Gordon no longer lectured him and his mother no longer sighed and looked disappointed.  He was leaving for University and the freedom would be welcome.  He’d leave Elena here to keep his parents preoccupied.

“I told you to stop calling,” Elena said harshly into the receiver.  Her hand fell on her stomach subconsciously and her heart tightened.  “I don’t want to see you, all right?  Just leave me alone.”

Fou-Lu was repentant and confused, but he eventually hung up and gave Elena her wish.  She hated to do this, but what other choice did she have?  She had found out she was pregnant shortly before leaving University.  Her dreams were crushed, the dancing troupe that had offered her a spot had revoked it.  They couldn’t wait nine months.

Elena couldn’t tell Fou-Lu, there was just no way.  He was barely responsible enough to handle a relationship, much less a baby.

September 9, 2008

B.S.U. Campus – Round 19: ‘You Turn the Screws, Pt. 3′

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Davis,O`Hanlon,Saunders,Yu — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 10:14 pm

Patrick O`Hanlon is womanizing his way through University while Michael Saunders hits the books and keeps to himself. Elena Davis and Fou-Lu are no longer an item, but Elena is still uncertain about her decisions and Fou-Lu is hoping she reconsiders.

Patrick decided to call Elena out on her dealings with Shang Yu, “what are you thinking? I know you’ve got some semblance of a brain up there… you’re one of the few girls I know who does.”

“Gee, thanks, Patrick,” Elena replied, rolling her eyes. “And what’s it matter to you?”

“Shang and I are cut of the same cloth, Elena. Anything you two do isn’t special or serious or anything. He’s got Kat for that, he just wants you for, well, the obvious.”

“You think I don’t know that? I don’t want anything serious with him,” Elena replied, giving her nephew a pointed look. “Anyway, here’s a question for you… I’m almost afraid to ask. Are you wearing pants?”

He grinned, “what do you think?”

“Ew…”

Fou-Lu decided to try and corner Michael into helping him get Elena back. Unfortunately, the stoic and quiet half-sibling was a little less than willing.

“Elena is a big girl, she makes her own decisions.” Michael said, barely looking up from his dinner. “Besides, I’m not so sure you’re ready to get her back.”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Fou-Lu was a little shocked by Michael’s outright bluntness.

Michael looked up, startling Fou-Lu, “you’re immature, Fou-Lu. Grow up a little and I’m sure Elena will notice. I’m only telling you this in an effort to steer you in the right direction.”

“That’s harsh, dude,” Fou-Lu replied, wounded. “Real harsh…”

Meanwhile, Michael wasn’t having much luck with dating. There was a pretty blonde girl at the house one day that Michael thought was okay looking, but he spoke to her only to find out she was one of Patrick’s many… well, ‘visitors’. He sighed and walked away. How Patrick did it, he’d never know. Michael just didn’t feel any great attraction or attachment to these women.

He kept comparing them to someone else.

Patrick was naturally smart, in fact, he was downright intelligent. But it never showed, because he used his smarts for evil and manipulation. He didn’t have to try with his grades, all his professors were female. He just smooth talked his way into an A+ everytime. He could have easily done it the proper way, but it was so much more satisfying knowing that he had enough power to influence his way to straight A’s.

Elena, knowing his fondness for red heads, set Michael up with a girl from her class. They had plenty in common and she wasn’t awful looking, but Michael just didn’t feel that spark. She had red hair, sure, but she wasn’t, well. And it just wasn’t the same.

The date went well, but afterwards, Michael felt nothing.

Meanwhile, Elena had given a lot of thought about what Patrick had said. It was silly to mess around with Shang Yu in an effort to ignore her problems. She was glad when Fou-Lu happened to be in the hot tub. She joined him and decided they needed to talk about their situation.

Fou-Lu clearly wanted Elena back and while Elena was undecided, she couldn’t deny they had a solid history.

Unfortunately, they didn’t get much of a chance to talk. Add together a hot tub, bathing suits, and two young adults and well, you don’t usually get a heartfelt conversation…

Patrick, meanwhile, was doing some ‘conversing’ of his own with quite as few of the available co-eds. They were at the last of their classes and ready to graduate, so he wanted to score with as many chicks as he could before he left. It was a personal goal he set for himself. He wouldn’t have enough time once he was signed to an agency and working on his acting skills.

Not that he hadn’t been improving those with every line and charm he’d done in the past four years.

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Note from Mao: This one is all over the place, sorry. I’ve played it intermittently for a week. Anyway, they’re graduated, yay. Too bad I can’t install AL yet. Anyway, if you don’t believe me, Michael really does suck at dating. He’s nice, just shy. But that doesn’t stop him from making girls cry. Note his total disinterest in her obvious distress. Cold, Michael, cold!

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