Boreal Springs

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 24, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 27: ‘What’s On Your Mind’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 12:34 am

Michael and Sade Saunders have a stable family life, despite their differences.  Their eldest daughter Grace, while gifted with seemingly endless intellect, prefers bullying her peers over games of chess.  Alexander and Charity, thankfully, are a bit nicer than their sibling.

“I know you went downtown, Grace,” Michael scolds, forcing Grace to sit next to him.  “You’re too young to be going downtown alone.”

“I am not,” Grace huffed, arms crossed over her chest.  “Stop treating me like a baby.”

“When you stop acting like one, I will.  Until that time, don’t go running to your grandfather.  You think I’m hard on you because I like it?  He was no easier on me–he once grounded Elena for two whole years of high school.”

Grace was indignant, “you’re lying.”

“Call her and ask her yourself.  What I’m doing with you now is lenient, realize that and appreciate it.”

Of course, the reality eventually settled in.  Gordon was a giving and loving grandfather, but his hammer of justice knew no mercy.  Everyone had heard of Emma’s fate and that was something Grace did not desire for herself.  Money was important to her, too important to let slip away over something stupid.  She’d stop running to her grandfather’s… but hanging out with her annoying siblings wasn’t really a good alternative.  Especially when they asked her stupid questions.

“Are you going to be a tennis star?”  Charity asked.

“What?  Why?  That’s a stupid question.”

Alexander piped in, adding, “well, you’ve got those beefy arms, like that one… lady… thing… person.  She’s… kind of scary.”

Grace said nothing, she only sighed loudly and left the room.

As if her siblings weren’t bad enough, there was the case of her parents and their incessant need to try and make her vomit.  She should be happy her parents were still in love, but being a teenager, all she could do was gag at the thought.  Their little displays of affection were truly quite sickening.

Sade had begun to worry about getting older, what with the important five zero birthday coming up for Michael.  Her time wasn’t far behind, there was an age gap, but in the later years, it seems to catch up pretty quickly.

“I can’t believe I found a gray hair!”  Sade lamented dramatically, almost to the point of sobbing.  “Next it will be wrinkles that won’t go away and sagging and urrrgh!  Can’t I just be a vampire, Michael?”

“No, you can’t.  Remember, vampires drink blood–you hate blood,”  He squeezed her hand, pulling her closer.  “Besides, I think you’re beautiful and I’ll think the same even when we’re five seconds from death.  I’d think it even if all your hair fell out and never came back.”

She smiled, “really?  You’re not lying?”

“I don’t lie, Sade.  To me, you’ll always be beautiful.”

“And gorgeous?”

He sighed, adding quickly, “and gorgeous.”

She hugged him tightly, “see?  This is why, no matter what, you were going to be stuck with me.  Even if it took me until you were old and gray.”

“Which, unfortunately, seems to have come faster than I anticipated.  Is it wrong that I’m a little disturbed by the fact my own father looks younger than me?”

“Hmm, no.  But I think it will suit you.  And it will make me look younger in comparison!”

Needing an escape, Grace made her way downtown again.  It wasn’t hard, what with her parents wrapped up in their amorous ways and the twins too busy with their twin things.  Getting cash wasn’t hard and calling up a taxi took practically no effort at all.  She was relieved when she saw the lights, comforted when she stepped into the crowd, nameless and faceless.  All of that came to a quick, abrupt halt when she saw the familiar figure of one Fujin Yu, however.

“You know, this stalking thing is getting a little creepy,” he said without turning around.

“I’m not stalking you,” Grace snapped.  “Fate has a way of raining on my parade.  You just happen to be the rain.”

“Lucky me,” he grabbed a pool cue, gesturing towards her with it, “want to play?”

“Only if we can make it interesting,” she replied snappily, snatching the pool cue from him.

He laughed, “oh, great, now I’m getting hustled.  Fine, all right.  Let’s see what you’ve got, little girl.”

“You are so dead now.  I hope you’ve thought ahead and already made your funeral preparations.”

“Yeah, yeah… less talking, more action.  This isn’t my first time getting hustled.”

“I wouldn’t imagine,” she smirked, tapping her cue against the floor.  She watched as he missed, the cue ball bouncing uselessly against the side, just narrowly missing his target.  “Ooh, is this skill?  Should I be taking notes.”

Fujin grumbled, taking a step back, “just a tiny setback.  I’ll recover.  And anyway, what are you doing downtown?  Shouldn’t you be at home or something–I mean, isn’t it dangerous for you to just wander around alone?”

“Really, nerdboy, after all this time… I thought you’d pick up a thing or two.  My grandfather is a vampire crime boss.  What part of that screams ‘helpless little lamb’ to you?  Even without that, I can handle my own.”

“Must be nice to be so fearless.”

“I eat fear for breakfast, right after I choke hold it into submission.”

“Ouch… you know, for being a little girl, you’re kind of scary sometimes.”

She sunk all of her stripes without making a mistake and nailed the eight ball without a single slip-up.  She stepped back, basking in her own glory, “be afraid.  Be very afraid.”

Fujin was forced to watch as all it came to one quick, final end.  He sighed, shaking his head.

“Oh, I am.  Definitely.  My wallet is crying.”

“Tell it to stop it’s sniveling–there’s debt to be paid.”

“Harsh.”

“Nice doing business with you,” Grace said, pocketing the cash.

Fujin couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t believe I just got shook down by a little girl.  Are you sure you’re not a criminal?”

“No, and I’m not a little girl, either.  I’m off to University in a few months.  You know, that place people go to not fail at life.  I hear it’s pretty nice, the whole higher education thing.  I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“You really go for the gullet don’t you?”

“I’m a take no prisoners kind of girl.  Just be glad I’m saving you the added shame of being noogied by a little girl.”

“You sure you’re all right out there?” Fujin asked, feeling suddenly guilty.  She may not have been little, but she was still a girl.  Perhaps not a fragile, delicate girl, but a girl nonetheles and girls shouldn’t be wandering the city streets, alone, at night.

“Don’t patronize me, it’s agitating,” she said, turning to leave.  She gave a small wave, a few bills tucked between her fingers.  “Thanks for the cab fair, sucker.”

Fujin shook his head.  He remembered stories about his grandmother Lilith’s antics as a teen and young adult.  He couldn’t help but wonder if Grace was some kind of successor to the throne of female tyrants.  He wasn’t sure he really wanted to find out, either.  She really was scary, even without the vampire crime boss for a grandfather.

Michael’s birthday came and went.  The only thing that changed was his hair, which was now completely gray.  He’d stopped dyeing it, preferring to go au naturale.  Plus, Sade insisted it made him look distinguished and again, made her look younger by comparison.  Grace enjoyed her final moments with her family before the big step to college.

She was around yet for the twins’ birthdays, too.  They were kind of thankful their big sister was off to university.  They weren’t nearly as aggressive and really didn’t want the stigma attached to Grace also put on them.

Alexander, looking quite a bit like his father, preferred books and learning to most everything else.  He was shy, but not nearly so reclusive as Michael.  He liked people, but he also liked knowing he was smarter than most of them.

Charity was the odd one out, following more in her mother’s footsteps.  She wanted to be hot, so hot it burned when people looked at her.  Having inherited her mother’s naturally gorgeous genes, this was no problem at all.  It also helped that her cousin Deidre O`Hanlon, an already established ‘it girl’, was only a grade ahead.

Of course, even though they were in high school now, that didn’t really get them out of a goodbye noogie from Grace before she left.

“You brats better behave while I’m gone,” she warned.

“Yes, yes, just… stop,” Alexander pleaded, worried for the state of his hair.  “The hair!”

Grace wouldn’t miss the chaos, the lovey-doveyness, or the annoyance of her siblings… but she would miss giving them noogies.  A pastime she’d remember forever, to be certain.

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Note from Mao: I love Grace.  I think we are like, sim soul sisters.  No, seriously.  I don’t have beefy arms, but uh… I’m finding that I borrow more and more from personal experience/etc for her scenes… LOL!  Good thing she isn’t a scrapper like I was, though.  I’m not fond of sim fights, lol.

Moving on… I think Michael was a little confused at the beginning of this rotation!  Sorry, buddy.  I’d love for you guys to just endlessly spit out spawn, but I’ve got to encourage some form of population control here.

A picture that got left out.  I just think it’s hilarious because of the context  I associate with it.  Grace has won, but it seems her beatin’ hand has got to twitchin’.  Poor Fujin looks a bit worried about his chances of survival, LOL.

For those of you wondering if OMGROMANCE is possible, it is… but uh, would you really want that for poor Fujin?  If Grace ends up feeling something other than annoyance towards him… I think I’ll actually kinda feel bad for the poor guy.  :lol:

Happy Christmas Eve, everyone!  I probably won’t post again until after Christmas, so I hope everyone has a great holiday!

December 14, 2009

Saunders 2 – Round 27: ‘Don’t Stand So Close To Me’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 3:08 pm

Gordon Saunders has had everything under control for a long time.  Can he continue or will everything that’s happening around him get the best of him?  Claude and Emily Saunders didn’t really plan on kids, but now they’re waiting on number 2.  Gordon certainly isn’t pleased about the new addition…

“Did you think you could hide it forever?”

Emily shook her head, “we weren’t trying to hide, Gordon.  We were just waiting for the right time to tell you…”

“Where is my son, anyway?”

“Um…”

Claude walked in, his timing as impeccable as ever.  He looked as if he had just rolled out of his coffin, taking a seat lazily next to Emily, who was showing through her dress.

Gordon sighed, hand on his temples, “Claude, can’t you be punctual for anything?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?  Besides, who is on time for a lecture…”

“Neither of you have jobs, you’re living off my goodwill, despite the foolish mistakes and ridiculous games you’ve played.  Do not think my mercy is endless.  You know what happened to Emma.”

Claude shuddered.

“He’s right, you know,” Emily said, turning to him.  “You could show a little effort.”

“What?  Babe, come on, I’m way too pretty for work.”

Gordon cleared his throat, drawing both of their attention back to him, “this won’t happen again, will it?”

“No,” they both said simultaneously.  It wasn’t said, but implied that if it did, they’d both be in hot water.

After he was done scolding her parents, Gordon went to see little Selene.  He had been fine with her, just one child was hard to mess up, especially with him around to ensure that it doesn’t happen.  Two, however, with his schedule and the knowledge of Claude’s other two children out there… well, that made things complicated.

He looked into Selene’s eyes, brushing her curly hair away from her face, “promise me you won’t grow up to be an idiot like your father.  An old vampire can only handle so much…”

She grabbed his nose and he took it as a hopeful indication that she would, indeed, be smarter than her careless father.

To make matters worse, Elena phoned in response to Emma’s punishment.  She had been all for it at first, but now that Emma had graduated and was out on her own, her apprehension was growing.

“Emma is fine, she can take care of herself.  I’m not taking it back, not until she can show she’s changed.  Elena, please, I know what I’m doing.  Don’t you dare go back on what I’ve said, either… you’re just as vulnerable as Emma.  Just focus on Emily and leave Emma to me.”

Since Gordon’s cutting off of Emma, he had warned Claude against aiding her or talking to her.  Claude wasn’t always so great at following Gordon’s directions, however, and spoke to her often.  Unfortunately, she happened to call while Gordon was in the room.

“Hey, Em,” Claude whispered into the phone, trying not to look suspicious.  “You should probably call back later…”

“Claude, is that Emma?”

“Uh, no,” he said, hastily hanging up the phone.  “Wrong number.”

Gordon gave him a look of warning, but said nothing and exited the room.  Claude shuddered, that was close.

“I want to see grandpa,” Grace Saunders said, storming into the house and nearly pushing Emily down on her laurels.

“He’s busy,” Emily called uselessly after her.  Grace, of course, ignored her and went into the basement in search of her nocturnal grandfather.

“You have to let me move in with you,” Grace pleaded, trying to don her best ‘pouty face’.  “The house is just insane with the twins.  You don’t understand, I’m suffocating… and mom’s preening… I can’t take it!”

Gordon sighed, “you’re too young, Grace.  You can’t move here, you have a family and you have your parents.  Things will get better, I promise.  You’re just… well, it isn’t easy being the ‘odd one’ out.”

“No, it won’t get better it’ll just get worse.  My tan is fading and when it’s gone, everything will just get horrible!”

“Grace, listen to me, you’re not moving anywhere.  You’re going to stay with your family and tough it out.  Do you want me to call your father and tell him what you’ve said to me?”

Grace looked sheepish suddenly, her determination faltering, “uh… you won’t, right?  I mean, you can’t, you can’t tell dad… they, he doesn’t even know I’m here!”

“Of course he doesn’t, he’d never allow you to come.  You’re too young, Grace, I’m sorry.  How did you even get here?  Wait, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.  Come on, I’ll drive you home… it’s getting late.”

Selene was growing like a weed and before they knew it, she was a little girl.  She was talented, especially with the piano, plucking the ivories while her parents danced and laughed behind her.  Emily was at the end of her pregnancy and it showed, she couldn’t wait to get back down to a regular size.

Being the daughter to vampires and the only human in the house meant Selene got a lot of freedom.  She could jump on the couch, each pizza for breakfast, and even run laps around the house and no would yell at her.  Sure, she had Jeeves to look after her needs, but he rarely ever scolded her.  Instead, he joined in her games.

Her favorite game was to dress up in formal wear and dance on Jeeves’ large, metal feet in the upstairs hallway.  She still had to go to school, of course, but the weekends were hers to do with as she pleased.  Most children would feel lonely having so much time to themselves, but Selene relished in it.

She wouldn’t be an only child for long, as Emily soon gave birth to a baby boy they named Nicholai.  He had his mother’s fair complexion but his father’s hair and eyes.  Selene was passive about the new addition, she’d probably care more when he was old enough to do things other than cry, poop, and sleep.

Meanwhile, Gordon himself was feeling incredibly overwhelmed.  In his long history of juggling his criminal activities and his personal ones, he had never been so inundated with both as he was now.  They threatened to collide violently, pieces of one sneaking into the other.  It was a constant juggling act just to keep them from meeting and his personal duties were suffering for it.  He had yet to even make contact with Claude’s estranged children and they would soon be teenagers.

It was just too much, he needed a break.  There was no chance of that.  He’d never leave his empire in the hands of someone else for an hour, much less a day.  He would just have to shoulder the burden and try to balance everything as best as possible until everything calmed down.

He was mixing himself a little edge softener when Valerie walked into the room.  He really needed to get a guard or something for the front door.

“If I learned anything from Shelly Anderson’s party, it’s that drinking doesn’t solve anything.”

“It doesn’t, but it makes things a little easier sometimes,” he abandoned the mixer and looked up.  “What are you doing here?  You’re on vacation.”

She shrugged, “didn’t need one… you, on the other hand, look like you need five.”

“A lifetime would be nice but we can’t all be so lucky,” he said, walking from around the bar.  “What do you want?  I’m not giving you any work, not until you’re back on the level.”

“Well, I guess that means I’m unemployed,” Valerie replied hesitantly, feeling a little uneasy.  “I can’t stop this and I can’t control it, either.”

He shook his head, “Valerie, you’re not the first one to get caught up in the mystery.  It will pass.  It’s not serious.”

“Then why haven’t you had your fun and left it at that?  What do you care about anyone I’m connected to?” She moved closer, eyes never leaving his.  “I have to do this, it’s not going to leave my mind until I do… and I know you feel the same way.”

“Val–”

“You talk too much, Gordon.”

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Note from Mao: Buuhhuuuuh, long update is LONG.  Gordon is involved in so much crap it makes my head spin, I can only imagine how his poor sim feels!  Emily has been put on birth control and as far as I’m concerned, will NEVER be popping out another spawn, ever.  Ever.  No moar babies for Claude, four is enough!

Selene is adorable.  She and Jeeves are best friends and anytime she has a free moment, she’s harassing him.  It’s cute.  She has a fondness for the robot that her mother lacks, LOL!

Elena actually called Gordon and Emma actually called Claude.  I thought it was odd, but I guess it makes sense.  Claude better not be squirreling her money or his butt is in trouble.

Valerie popping up was inopportune but the wants could not be denied.  Valerie has had consistent wants to kiss and do dirty things with Gordon that REFUSED TO LEAVE.  When she visited (ON HER OWN, BTW), I checked and they were still there.  Imagine my surprise when Gordon rolled up similar wants, though I will say one wasn’t specific.  He wanted to kiss Valerie and woohoo in bed.  I took it for face value.

Let’s just hope ‘casual woohoo’ did not result in any unnecessary surprises, hm?  And let us hope this cools the fires a bit.  Marcus is still listed as Valerie’s One True Love, so… yeah.

August 6, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 26: ‘Vacation’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 1:25 am

Michael and Sade Saunders are an unlikely couple, but so far they’re probably one of the most stable in the neighborhood.  Grace Saunders has spent most of her life living in the quiet shadows, but as a teen, will she come out of her shell?  Alexander and Charity take a lot after their parents… though likely in ways one wouldn’t anticipate.

The whole brood packs up and heads off on vacation.  Sade, in her zeal to hop into her bikini, forgets to wait for Alexander.  Michael is quick to remind her that maybe she should slow down a little, the island isn’t going anywhere.  Alexander eventually brings up the rear, toting his overstuffed suitcase by dragging it across the ground.  Grace rolls her eyes, wishing her family weren’t so embarrassing.

While Michael is signing them in at the hotel, Sade is exuberant.

“Finally!  I can show off my rockin’ body.  Even after three kids, I’ve still got it!”

Grace looks mortified, “mooom, stop being embarassing!”

“Oh, shush, Grace.  You still have a lot to learn about being truly gorgeous.”

As soon as everything with their accommodations is put to rights, the family hits the beach.  Sade works on her tan while Michael thanks his college art classes for his amazing sand castle making.  Alexander ponders his existence while Charity plots how best to push him into the water.  Grace digs for something to take home.

Sade’s sunbathing pays off–she’s rewarded with a golden sheen that seems to magnify her already present gorgeousness.  She’s thrilled, of course.  If only she could stay this tan year round!

While on the island, the family samples some of the local cuisine.  Even the locals are in awe of Sade’s gorgeous tan.

“Nice tan,” the chef says, setting down her plate.

“Thanks!”

“I wish I had a tan like yours, mom,” Charity says, despite the fact she was born with a naturally sunkissed tone.

“Some day, sweetie, you can.”

Alexander shows his acumen for giving orders while they visit the pirate ship.  Michael messed with the crank that hoists the Jolly Roger, noting the shoddy workmanship.

“It’s all rusted and creaky.  You’d think they’d have a mechanic at least put some shine on it, maybe some oil.”

Grace, despite being a quiet loner, is quite fit.  She shows off her athleticism by climbing the treacherous looking ladder up to the crow’s nest.  She roars triumphantly when she reaches the top, ignoring the peril and jumping for joy.  Her mother might have a fabulous tan, but Grace has beefy arms.

Michael plunders the captain’s quarters and finds an old ledger.  Grace goes in and finds a ghost, much to her chagrin.  Unfortunately, her beefy arms for no match for a scary pirate ghost.  The ghost turns out to be friendly, though, and teaches them all a silly little shanty about pirates.

Sade’s amazing tan continues to attract attention.  She wants to learn fire dancing, but her instructor is more keen on learning the ways of Sade.

“Nice tan,” he says, giving her a once over.

Michael, who is skulking around in the background, interrupts, “more fire dancing, less leering at my wife, thanks.”

He’s beginning to wish he’d picked a locale that required more coverage.

Charity, in her quest for the Ultimate Tan, instead gets a pretty nasty sunburn.  Grace is unsympathetic to her sibling’s plight.

“You’re too young for an awesome tan, Charity.”

“So says you,” Charity snaps back, trying not to move too quickly.  “You don’t even have a tan!  You’re a pale ghost.”

June 6, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 25: ‘Night Visitor’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 1:18 pm

Michael Saunders is quite happy with his life.  His wife, Sade, wasn’t expecting to be a mother of three but seems to be adjusting all right.  Grace seems to mirror her father when it comes to personality.  Will the twins prove to be a little more than everyone bargained for?

Saying that Grace Saunders was close to her father was like saying rain is wet.  She greeted him everyday when he came home from work and would beg him to help with her homework.  Of course, when the secondary option is Sade, it’s no wonder.  Sade was smart, but a bit… flaky.

Grace mirrored her father in looks, too, and Sade would often say they had the same ‘brooding’ face.

The twins grew into toddlers a little faster than anyone anticipated.  Charity had her mother’s fiery hair and the pointed ears denoting her alien heritage.

Alexander, too, had those same pointed ears, but definitely mirrored his father when it came to his appearance.

Taking care of the twins was tough, but with Michael’s now-relaxed work schedule, it all worked out.  Sade kept her job and was able to keep going in her career.  They took turns handling the twins and teaching them the necessary skills.  It was a rather strange thing, to see the normally fickle and selfish Sade invest so much time and effort into her offspring.

She also made it a point to spend time with Grace, even though Grace preferred the company of her father.  Still, Sade was more silly and Grace could express her humorous side with her.  They made angry snowmen and threw snowballs at one another.  Michael was not very amused when they laid in wait for him to come home and then sprang out and pelted him with cold balls of packed snow.  He groused the rest of the night, causing both girls much laughter.

For the most part, they had fallen into a good, familial routine.  Until, one night, they had an unexpected visitor…

Sade approached the archway to the kitchen, watching as Michael wrestled with the trash compactor.  Like his father, Michael had a natural skill for tinkering and all things mechanical.  Unfortunately, no one told the trash compactor this.  She heard him muttering under his breath and cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

“Michael?”

More grumbling, followed by the clink-clink of something metal.  She sighed.

“Michael…”

Still nothing.

She took a deep breath and shouted, “MICHAEL!”

He jumped suddenly, his hand crashing against the top of the trash compactor, the wrench falling in a clattering mess.  He looked up at Sade, quiet anger and pain evident on his face.

“Your father is here.”

His face drained of color.  Gordon rarely visited, he didn’t want to endanger his family outside of the syndicate.  The pain in his hand was quickly forgotten.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Grace was keeping her grandpa company.

“You didn’t just come to see the babies, did you?”

Gordon hadn’t seen Grace since she was just a baby.  He was startled by how closely she resembled Michael.  He smiled at her, “no, Gracie.  You know I’m always happy to see you.”

“Dad won’t let me come over, he says it’s too far away.”

“And it is… but when you’re older, you can visit anytime, okay?  But for now, you listen to your father.”

Grace wasn’t listening.  She continued to ramble on, “I bet it’s because you’re a vampire and uncle Claude, too, and his wife.  But I’ve got alien in me, right?  So what’s it matter?”

Michael interrupted their conversation and Sade herded her upstairs and to bed, as it was well past bedtime.  While they were away, Gordon greeted his son.

“You’re doing well.  Are you happy?”

“Yes,” Michael replied stiffly.  He loved his father and bore him no ill will, but his sudden appearance was cause for concern.  “What’s wrong?  Why didn’t you call first?”

Gordon sighed, “I didn’t want to put you in the middle of this, but it seems I don’t have a choice.  It’s about your brother.”

Michael made a sound of exasperation, “what did Claude do this time?”

“It’s more what he didn’t do,” Gordon took a breath and faced his son again.  “I need to speak with Sade.”

“What?  Why?  I don’t think–”

Sade appeared at the stairs, causing both men to pause.  “What’s going on?”

Gordon ignored his son’s protests and addressed Sade, “it’s about Kit, Sade.  Kit and her children… my grandchildren.”

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Note from Mao: The twins are actually children now, but you’ll have to wait and see them. ;)   I was surprised when they both got Sade’s ears, wow!

March 10, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 24: ‘Big Things in Small Packages’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:40 pm

Michael and Sade are an unlikely couple, but probably one of the most stable as of late.  Sade is finding motherhood isn’t as bad as she thought, but will she be able to handle the next surprise?

Sade wasn’t quite sure what to think when she found out she was pregnant again.  All these babies were not doing anything good for her figure, that was for sure.  She really didn’t need to worry about the masses thinking she was gorgeous–because she was–but she also hadn’t really planned on becoming a brood mare, either.  Michael assured her that the term ‘brood mare’ and ‘clown car’ were reserved for those with tons of children.  Two was hardly a ton.  Sade begged to differ.

At least being pregnant again took her mind off the recent loss of her mother, Sara.

Being pregnant and caring for a toddler was tiring.  Sade refused to be battered down.  She wouldn’t run out and chop off her hair or switch away from her non-gorgeous clothing.  She simply got up earlier and made time for what she thought was important.  She had hoped to instill her daughter with her need for constant beauty, but more and more, the little girl seemed to favor her shy and book-minded father.

Despite being pregnant and having a toddler, Sade still made time to lecture Kit, too.  From her lofty position of wife and mother, she saw it fit to perhaps give Kit a little ‘guidance’.  It was truly a bizarre thing to behold.

“I know I have tons of best friends, Kit,” Sade began, smiling, “but you’re my favorite.  You really need to calm down.”

Kit gave her a look, “you’re not serious, are you?  How far have I fallen to get lectured by you?”

“Hey!  I’m a mom and a wife.  You’re just a whore.  Who is also pregnant,” Sade sighed, “I mean, you know what I mean.”

Kit did.  Other people would have flown off the handle, but Sade and Kit had been friends too long.  Sade didn’t mince words and perhaps what she said had some truth to it… as bizarre as that concept was.

Grace soon became a child and mirrored her father all the more.  She had her mother’s pale complexion, but she acted exactly like Michael.  They were both very soft-spoken and reticent.  Grace tried to mimic his mannerisms whenever she could, which disturbed Sade greatly.  She loved Michael, but having two of him under one roof was just a bit more than she bargained for.  Perhaps the new baby would be interested in fashion or something vaguely interesting.  All this book learning was boring.

As Sade’s pregnancy progressed, both Michael and Grace were a little surprised at how…big she was getting.  Michael wasn’t about to directly say anything, for fear of losing his head or other important parts, but Grace had no predilection.  She hadn’t quite learned her mother’s temperament when pregnant yet.

“Mom, are you sure you’re all right?  You look like a whale.”

Michael was speechless.  He wanted to save Grace, but could think of nothing.

Sade was silent.  Finally, she spoke, “if my body doesn’t bounce back from this,  I am going to show your father a new use for my ballet bar.”

Other than Sade’s growing belly, life continued as normal.  Michael was quite busy with his new job as the Minister of Education while Grace was pulling perfect grades in school.  She continued to mirror her father and studied things that should have escaped her still-young mind.  Sade spent her time on the phone, always the socialite, even when stuck in the house because she was far too pregnant to be out and about.

Finally, Sade gave birth to twins and the reason for her larger-than-life stomach came to light.  Alexander resembled Michael’s side of the family, as did Charity, having Tracey’s skintone.  Charity managed to nab her mother’s hair color, though, and her eyes while Alexander mirrored his father almost precisely.

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Note from Mao: Poor Sade.  She was not expecting twins and neither was I!  I am HOPING this is it for them.  And their kids are all different shades, LOL!  Which I find hilarious.  At least one of them got Sade’s red hair, yay!  And now, for some funny shots that didn’t quite fit the bill for the actual update:

What a place for your belly to pop!  Sade had just finished puking in that toilet, btw.

Only Sade could be mad at her own daughter for soiling her diaper!

Adora Anderson calls to ask if Sade can talk right while Sade’s in the middle of giving birth to Charity!  Grace’s thought bubble cracks me up.

February 8, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 23: ‘Haunting Me, End’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 12:07 am

Michael and Sade Saunders haven’t been married long, but Sade has found herself in a family way.  Will the well-known narcissist be able to handle bringing another life into the world?

Sade had heard people say before that being pregnant was a mysterious miracle and a pleasure.  Unfortunately, Sade did not think it was any of the above.  It was annoying and it made her feel increasingly ugly and whale-like.  She had striven to be absolutely gorgeous her entire life only to end up a fat, beached whale?  No way!  This baby needed to come out and it needed it come out right now!

Michael, too, was counting down the days to the end of Sade’s pregnancy.  She was not an easy pregnant woman to deal with at all.

It didn’t help that Sade could swear her belly was ten times bigger than most women.  She claimed that it was the world’s way at getting back her for being so outrageously gorgeous.  Michael just nodded and smiled, something he had done recently to avoid any horrific meltdowns.  Sade had her moments, though, and it allowed Michael to enjoy the thought of being a father.  He just hoped Sade was up to the challenge of being a mother.  Maybe somewhere in there, buried deep down, she had the ability to really, truly care for another human being.

One thing that did excite Sade about the upcoming baby was moving.  The apartment was too small for a baby and Michael was insistent on moving back to Boreal Springs.  Their house was in the process of being built and thanks to Michael’s income (and some of Sade’s, too), it was quite stately.  Sade was ecstatic.  She couldn’t wait to tell Kit.  Kit wasn’t nearly as thrilled.  It mean they would see one another less and that Sade was becoming a suburban mom.

“Give me a break,” Sade scoffed, eyes narrowed.  “Suburban moms only wish they could look like me.  Please.”

Kit sighed.  She’d miss Sade’s self-importance and companionship.

Grace came into the world after a grueling labor in which Sade said things that were not fit for young ears (or old ones, either).  Despite being such a pain to get out, Grace herself was cute as a button.  She had her father’s eyes and hair, but her mother’s fair coloring.  She didn’t fuss much and so moving was a cinch.  It wasn’t long until the new family of three was safely nestled in their new home in Boreal Springs.

Unfortunately for Sade, she went out to get the mail one morning only to get the shock of her life.  It hadn’t looked like a bad storm, but apparently, she had been mistaken.  She was lucky to have survived.  It didn’t change her, though.  She was still Sade, no big turn around, no ‘oh my God, I almost died’ change for the better.  Sade was Sade and that was all there was to it.

Still, Sade found that she didn’t exactly mind being a mom.  She kind of enjoyed it.  Grace was beautiful and, obviously, a testament to Sade’s own genetics and gorgeousness.  She was also incredibly soft and she made cute cooing noises.  Sade found herself bonding with the little infant.  She was a mother.  It was difficult to imagine–her in charge of another life, having given birth to the small being she held in her arms.

She loved Grace, but she didn’t love changing diapers.  Ew.

Grace soon blossomed into an even lovelier toddler and was quite spoiled by both her mother and her father.  Michael spent a lot of his spare time with her, teaching her the basics a toddler should (and being harassed by Sade when she insisted he wasn’t doing it right–nevermind that he had been a professor once).  All-in-all, despite having been brought into the world by an eccentric and a narcissist, Grace was off to a good start in life.

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Note from Mao: Poor Sade!  That’s the first sim I’ve had struck by lightning on their home lot before.  She barely made it out of the door when she was struck!  Grace is adorable.  So far, she’s a good mix of both her parents.  I can’t wait to see her as a child!  Also worth noting, Grace is officially tied to EVERY bloodline in Boreal Springs.

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