Boreal Springs

January 21, 2010

Saunders – Round 28: ‘Hold Me Now’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 1:36 pm

Sage and Daisy Saunders are left to deal with the aftermath of their close friend, Jennifer Knight’s, death. (Sorry for the lack of elder Virginia portrait… I forgot!)

Sage couldn’t help but reflect on her own life in the wake of Jennifer’s death.  It had been so sudden, a complete surprise.  She had barely believed it when she heard the news, but it was true.  Jennifer was gone.  What was Sage doing with her life?  When things could be snapped up at a moment’s notice, why was she waiting around for something to happen?

She carried the thoughts with her as she walked out of her house.  She was meeting Jared for lunch.

Things with Jared were pleasantly casual, they weren’t officially attached, but they enjoyed each others company.  It had been Sage who had prompted this casual clause, intent on finding ‘Mr. Right’ before settling down.  Now, though, she found herself questioning it.  She liked Jared and she found herself spending more time with him than any of her other suitors… she just wasn’t sure if he felt the same.

“I was wondering,” she began nervously, fingers pulling at the fabric of her pants.  “I like you, a lot… and I was just curious, maybe we could be serious?  More than just… you know, casual friends with mutual interest?”

“Is this about your friend’s death?”  Jared replied without missing a beat.

Sage suddenly felt foolish and tried to busy her nervous hands with the menu, “I… well, if you don’t want to–”

“No, that’s not it at all,” Jared said, leaning on the table, watching her intently from behind tinted lenses.  “I just want to make sure this isn’t some move prompted by your realization that death is always there, behind the door, waiting to sneak up and snatch away your life.”

She sighed, “well… kind of.  I mean, not the liking you part, obviously… but I don’t want to flounder, you know?  I don’t want to have regrets.  I want to take chances.”

“I’ve been wondering how long it’d take.  I have to say, as pleased as I am… I’m sorry it had to come in the wake of Jennifer’s death.”

“Everything happens for a reason, right?” Sage said, her eyes looking past him and instead focusing on the endless blue horizon behind him.

Their lunch ended and with it, their actual relationship began.  It would be strange, turning down dates, but Sage was sure she could manage.  She’d never wanted the lifestyle of going out all the time.  She wanted a happy home, a family.  She was hoping that Jared was the right step in that direction.

“I have to tell you, though,” Sage began, her lips forming a Cheshire cat grin, “that outfit is ridiculous.”

“Hey!  This is high fashion, I’ll have you know.  It’s what all the politicians wear.”

She laughed, “I seriously doubt that.  They’d never get elected wearing that jacket!”

Dating Jared wasn’t going to be easy.  He was in politics and there were plenty of high-class ladies surrounding him at every moment.  There was also the issue of Shelly Anderson and the rumors, but having actually known Jared, she knew they were false.  They were just campaign fodder.

Sage wasn’t particularly worried.  If he had wanted to date them, he would of.  Instead, he spent the majority of his time with her or being forced into Shelly’s bidding.

When he wasn’t running errands for the ‘Queen of Evil’, he spent a lot of time at Sage’s house.  It was a good way point and much better than driving back to Aperture everyday.  Shelly was always in need of something and Jared was always on call.  It gave him an excuse to hang around Boreal Springs more often, though, so he wasn’t going to complain.

Getting to know her family was certainly interesting.  Daisy had been the most affected by Jennifer’s death, with so much left hanging in the air when she died.  She still seemed to be in shock, though, as she went on as she normally did.  It worried Virginia and Sage, who thought she at least needed to have a good cry or something.  They may not have been “dating”, but they’d been friends forever.

Instead of turning to her sister, Daisy kept her grief hidden.  She let some of it out when she talked to Emma, but mostly, she listened to Emma complain about her inability to do anything right.  That girl was a certified mess.  She’d slept with her boss and dumped Francis.  She hadn’t been close to Jennifer, but the whole ‘death’ thing had certainly shaken her up.  Daisy did her best to try and keep her friend from flying too far off course, but it was hard, as Emma seemed so intent on failing.

Daisy mourned Jennifer in her own, quiet way.  She still wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think.  It had all been so sudden.  She wasn’t sure what she felt or what she had started to feel before death had snapped Jennifer up.  Could she really have been interested in a girl?  She didn’t know, she wouldn’t ever know, not now.

She spent a lot of time at the park, late at night.  It was always quiet.  She needed quiet.

Sage, tired of her sister avoiding her, decided to go out looking for her.  When she found her quietly sitting at the park, she suddenly felt guilty.  She had thought Daisy was running off to someone else to express her sorrows to.  The two had always been terribly close and that thought had hurt her more than words could express.  However, finding her alone, in the dark, just sitting there… it made her heart ache.

She just looked so lost and confused.

“You can’t keep this bottled up forever, Daisy,” Sage said, taking a seat next to her.  “You have to let it out sometime.”

“I just don’t know what to let out,” Daisy sighed, closing her eyes.  “I don’t know what I felt, if I felt anything… she was my friend, but I don’t know, I mean… it just seems too weird, to think about it now.  Maybe we would have always just been friends.  It just sucks that she died not knowing, that I left her hanging like that.”

Sage settled her back against the wooden planks, hands resting idly on her lap, “she was your friend, Daisy.  Above all else, she was always your friend.  She told you that all the time.  She felt terrible for telling you her secret.”

“It’s just… hard… to think about, you know?  It was so quick.  It’s going to be awhile before I fully realize it–that she’s actually gone.”

“Well, whatever it takes, you don’t have to do it alone, you know that.  I’m here for you, always and forever, sis.”

“Thanks,” Daisy said softly, taking a deep breath.  “And I’m sorry.  I didn’t meant to push you away.”

“It’s all right, I understand.”

They sat in silence, staring at the quiet, dark park before them.  Every now and again, it would catch the faint light of the lighthouse off in the distance, illuminating the swings, the benches, the shallow pond with tiny fish.  They sat there for an hour or so before the cold nipped at their fingers and their nose.  When they stood up, they didn’t say a word, but they joined hands and they walked home.  Jennifer wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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Note from Mao: Another update, woo.  I’m so slow, I know, I apologize.  I’ve been sick and stuff has been a bit on the crazy side, so I’ve mostly been over here relaxing and wasting time with TS3.  Apologies.  I still love my BS, but it takes a bit more energy out of me.  ;)

Jared immediately spun up the wish to get engaged to Sage, so I would definitely say he’s in it to win it, which amuses me.  Shelly won’t be pleased, I’m sure.

BS turns two here in the next week or so.  I’m planning something for that.  Hopefully it’ll make up for the update gaps!

ETA — I forgot to add, but I’m sure you’ve all noticed (but were nice enough not to mention) that this entry should come after Anderson, not before.  The deal is, I realized this AFTER I’d written out the entry.  I have pictures and everything for Anderson update, but in my silly-mindedness… went for Saunders first, sigh.  Anderson update is forthcoming, I promise.  You’ll never know it was backwards… unless you, you know, browse the archives, LOL!  ;)

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.

November 19, 2009

Saunders – Round 27: ‘China Girl’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 10:33 am

Sage and Daisy Saunders return home to begin their adult lives.  (Virginia’s portrait still shows adult because SimPE decided to suddenly not work)

As soon as they had settled into their old home–which had been recently remodeled as it was in desperate need–Daisy got a job.  She was working as a teacher at the local middle school.  The thought was pretty laughable to Sage, who had never been fond of school.

“We just graduated college and you’re running back to the books!”

“I like teaching,” Daisy replied, confused.  “And books.  It’s educational.”

Sage sighed,” of course it is.  You need to do something fun!

“But it is fun…”

The two settled into their normal routines; Daisy read books and Sage looked for a suitable dream guy.  Their mother was pretty scarce, she was either out or in her room.  While neither of the girls mentioned it much, her mental state after their father’s untimely death was questionable.

Sage was determined to find her Mr. Right, even if it meant going through a ton of Mr. Wrongs.

She met plenty of nice guys, but there just didn’t seem to be that ‘spark’, that special something that made her stomach flutter and her knees go weak.  She was beginning to think it was all book and movie fairytale.  If there were truly someone right for her out there, wouldn’t she have met him already?

Of course, her terrible luck could also have a hand in it.  She had a fantastic date only to have the ghost of an old pet scare her silly.  Her date was unimpressed and a little concerned.  He hadn’t seen a thing and suddenly she’s screaming and going nuts.  With his “crazy radar” beeping high, he quickly departed.  Sage knew she wouldn’t be hearing from him.

Then, there was Jared.  She met him by chance downtown and they seemed to hit it off pretty well.  She was pretty impressed to find out he was Shelly Anderson’s campaign manager and, as he put it, a major proponent to her success.

At this point, Sage wasn’t sure what she was looking for anymore.  She just enjoyed hearing his fantastical tales of political intrigue and the dirty behind the scenes stuff.  They had fun and that was all that mattered, right?  It was just dating.

Meanwhile, Daisy was pulled out of her shell by a call from Emma.  She was surprised to find out that it wasn’t about Gregory this time, no, Emma had found herself in yet another mess.  Daisy sighed.  Would she never change?

“I’m staying away, though,” Emma assured her.  “I don’t want… I mean, it’s been a long couple of months.  I’m… trying not to repeat past mistakes.  I mean… getting ‘cut off’, it’s been a wake-up call.”

“That’s good, Emma.  It is.  If I’m downtown, we’ll have to meet for lunch.  I still can’t believe it, you realize who his father is, right?  I wouldn’t trust him.”

Emma went quiet for a minute, “…I know, I’m trying to keep level headed.  I have to go, duty calls.  I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

Emma’s latest tale of romantic intrigue got Daisy thinking.  She’d never had any kind of romance in her entire life, she wasn’t even sure what type of romance she wanted.  While she had told Jennifer she was going to think about it, truth be told, she hadn’t.  She just couldn’t.  It seemed so weird.

Of course, if she kept this up, she was going to be that weird spinster teacher who lived in her sister’s house.  She was staying in their old room with the twin beds still in it.  Even if she wanted romance, there really wasn’t any to be found in the yellow and floral print room from her childhood days.

While Daisy was mourning the nonexistence of her love life, Sage was enjoying her time with Jared.  He was very charismatic, she would give him that.  It was no wonder he was waist-deep in politics, it was a gift.  He could talk an Eskimo into buying ice.

He was handsome, too, in that clean-cut probably moisturizes before he sleeps kind of way.  She was ignorant, though.  She had heard the rumors about Shelly’s troubled marriage and all the time she spent with her campaign manager.

Sage did her best to keep her feet firmly on the floor and her brain constantly on alert.  He was charming, yes, but Sage was smart.  She hadn’t survived by being some frail little flower.  Maybe that’s why she had such a hard time finding someone, they all wanted that frail flower.

“You’re spunky, you know.  If the athletics thing doesn’t work out, you should come over to the dark side,” Jared said, pulling her out of her reverie.

She laughed, “the dark side?  I guess that’s a pretty good description.  I dunno, I’m more of a sportswoman, myself.  I’ll leave the suit-wearing to those who do it well.”

“I think that was a compliment.”

“Maybe, but don’t let it go to your head.  It’s big enough as it is.”

“See?  Spunky!  I’ll talk to you later?”

She watched him walk away and let her steely exterior fade away.  Playing it rough was getting difficult, she was genuinely falling in like with this strange, charismatic, suit-wearing mystery man.

Daisy, unable to sleep, wandered out to the playground.  She sat down on the swing and sighed.  She was there for several minutes before she heard footsteps behind her.  Fear moved up her spine before she heard a familiar, female voice call out:

“Hey, long time no see.  Are you avoiding me?”

“Jennifer!”  Daisy gasped, jumping from her swing.  “You scared me!”

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, but I worried if you saw me, you’d run off.”

Daisy looked abashed, “I’m sorry, Jennifer.  I haven’t been avoiding you, just been in my head a lot lately.  What are you doing here, in Boreal Springs?  It’s a long way to Aperture.”

“Visiting the family, seeing my sister, my parents, you know.  I guess it was a blessing in disguise, Kit getting everything.  I mean, my parents would have had a fit if I got it and then came out.  They’re still kind of reeling.”

“Oh… you told them?”

She shrugged, “better late than never, right?”

An awkward silence passed between them.  Daisy wasn’t sure what to say and Jennifer wasn’t sure where to begin.

“I should go, I have work tomorrow,” Daisy said, turning to leave.

“Hey, Daisy?”

She paused, but didn’t turn around, “yes?”

“Keep in touch, we were always friends first.”

She nodded, feeling suddenly guilty, “I know… I will.  I promise.”

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Note from Mao: Okay, I know I said I’d update this month… but it’s been a horrible, awful month.  Bad news after bad news after bad news.  I’m not even done with my NaNoWriMo yet and we leave next week to go visit my family (which I am not looking forward to).  I played this back in October, but I’m just now getting around to assembling it and posting it.

Sorry I’ve been so absent lately.  Trying to deal with twenty million things at once.  I’ll get caught up, it just might take me some time.  Until then, I’ll try not to disappear… but updates will be sporadic.

Also, in regards to SimPE, I have NO idea what happened.  It isn’t loading data.  The progress bar just zips by and when I open the ‘Sim Selector” everything is blank and “unknown”.  The game itself is fine and the hood, too.  Buh.  May try re-installing.  I even tried updating, nothing.

October 25, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 26: ‘What It Takes’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Knight,Saunders — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 11:36 am

Sage Saunders, Daisy Saunders, and Jennifer Knight are all looking forward to graduating college.  Will Jennifer’s secret find its way to Daisy before then?

“I think we should go on a cruise,” Daisy suggested.  “I like cruises.”

“Those are a bit expensive for a bunch of barely making it college kids,” Sage replied, shaking her head.  “We need something simpler.”

Jennifer shrugged, “we’ve got a few months, we’ll think of something.”

It was a few weeks before the girls managed to decide on something–the outdoors.  They were all looking for some way to celebrate the end of their four years together.  They didn’t just want a party, they wanted something bigger–a vacation!

“Sage wants to go camping, what do you say?”

Daisy made a face, “I guess I could.  But we’re bringing bug spray… lots of it.”

So, camping they went.  The great outdoors, the forested unknown–okay, so it wasn’t so much unknown, especially considering they’d started logging already, but that’s what the brochure said!  Sage and Jennifer immediately tried out their skills with an axe while Daisy stood by the sidelines.

“I’m going to nail this,” Sage said confidently, holding her axe in a perfect stance.

“That’s kind of scary,” Jennifer said, lifting her own axe up.  She looked at Daisy, “are you sure you don’t want to try?”

“No, that’s all right.  Throwing sharp, pointy things isn’t exactly my cup of tea.”

Daisy and Jennifer found the sauna while Sage went out to look for what she called “some hot locals”.  The two were comfortably quiet for awhile until finally, Daisy spoke.

“Have you thought about what you’re doing after you graduate?”  She paused, thoughtful for a minute.  “I don’t have a clue.  It’s almost as if the closer we get, the blanker my mind gets.  I had all these grand ideas and now?  Nothing.  It seems hollow somehow.”

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about it at all,” Jennifer replied leaning forward.  “Kit kind of scrambled everything up.  Now, instead of going home, I’m on my own.  I mean, I’m sure if I needed to go home, my family would welcome me… but I don’t want to.  I guess I’ll just get an apartment in Aperture, find a job, figure everything out as it comes.”

“Yeah, I thought I wanted to go with Sage, back home… but now?  I’m not so sure.  I don’t know if there’s a place for me there.”

“That’s silly, Daisy.  You know Sage will always have room for you.”

Daisy laughed, “sure, until she actually finds this illusive hot guy she’s searching for.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” Jennifer mumbled, swatting at a wayward mosquito.  “Sleeping under the stars is for woodland creatures and crazy people.”

“Aw, c’mon!  It’ll be fun,” Sage said excitedly.  “I’ve never slept in a tent before.”

Daisy frowned, “see?  This is why I didn’t want to come camping.  Now I’m going to get sick.”

“You won’t get sick if you bundle up.  Just make sure you have a nice, warm blanket.”

“She wouldn’t get sick if we could just stay in a hotel,” Jennifer added, making a face.  “My back is going to kill me after this dirt nap.”

“You guys are no fun!  This is camping, the great outdoors, the–”

“Yeah, yeah, we read it in the brochure!” Daisy and Jennifer interrupted together, waving her off with a dismissive hand.

After the disastrous night in the tent, the three spent the rest of their vacation beneath the safety of a hotel roof.  They spent the entire day lounging in its simple luxuries, too sore and tired from their night beneath the stars–a night when it hailed, of all things–to bother going to see the sights.  The next day, rejuvenated and livened, they went to the logging yard and tried their luck with some old school log rolling.

Neither Jennifer or Daisy had wanted to play Sage, given her skills with all things athletic, so it was left to them to battle it out.  Sage worried from the sidelines while Jennifer playfully taunted her opponent.  Surprisingly, Daisy won each time.

Before they knew it, the vacation was on its last evening and they were all thoroughly exhausted.  Between hiking, checking out the local sights, and Sage’s need to find someone attractive and single, the girls were run ragged.  Unfortunately for Sage, there had been no men that struck her fancy.

“I’m beginning to think there aren’t any decent guys anywhere.”

“I think you need to focus on hitting the books, anyway.  You need to graduate!”  Daisy lectured.

Sage sulked, “the only reason I even came to college was to find some hot guy!  Now I’m still single and we’re going back home.  This sucks.”  She looked at Jennifer, “you’ve got it easy.  There’s plenty of great girls around.”

Jennifer tried not to choke on her water, “yeah, lucky me.”

Sage was the first one back to the hotel.  She wasted no time going to her room and crashing out.  Tomorrow was going to be a long day of traveling and prepping for those final exams.  Jennifer walked with Daisy to her room, which was just before Jennifer’s.  She stopped Daisy at her door.

“I need to talk to you.”

“What’s wrong?” Daisy asked, genuinely curious.  “You’re not mad at Sage, are you?  She didn’t mean–”

“No, I’m not mad at Sage.  There’s something I kind of need to tell you…”

Daisy was shocked, to say the least.  After that, she was embarrassed.  Not because Jennifer was a girl, but because no one had really told Daisy anything like that before.  She felt suddenly shy and awkward.  What was she supposed to say?  She’d never dated or anything, but had always assumed that… well, she liked boys.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jennifer said.  “I just wanted you to know.  Don’t feel like you have to do anything about it.  We’re friends first.”

“I’m just… I don’t know, I guess, I just always thought…”

“It’s okay.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, okay…”

Things were understandably awkward when they got back.  Sage could sense it, but thought it best not to ask at this particular moment.  They put all their remaining energy into cramming for exams.  It wasn’t until they were over and graduation approached that they had a moment to relax.  Daisy laid outside, staring up at the stars.  Jennifer joined her.

“I probably shouldn’t have said anything, I’ve made us awkward.”

“No, it isn’t that,” Daisy replied, still staring up at the sky.  “It’s just… I don’t know what I am or what I… like.  I never dated or did anything that would give me an indication.  I just always assumed.  Now I’m just confused.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Daisy said, crawling to her feet.  She brushed herself off.

“I just need to figure it out and… I don’t want to mess up our friendship if it’s, well, not that,” Daisy continued with a sigh.

“It’s not an instantaneous thing.  It won’t come jumping out of the dark at you.  Whatever you  feel or whatever it is that’s inside you is there and has always been there.  You can’t change it.”

“I know, but I’ve never even tried to figure it out.  I guess now’s the time.”

Jennifer laughed, “seriously delayed, too.  Oh well.  Come on, let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”

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Note from Mao: Jennifer and Daisy have three bolts without my interference.  Unfortunately, while Jennifer spins up wants for Daisy, Daisy has yet to spin up any romantic wants for Jennifer.  That doesn’t keep her from heart-farting all over the place or flirting, though.  Sigh.  She needs to make up her mind!

And with that, round twenty-six is over… woohoo!

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.”

July 29, 2009

Saunders 2 – Round 26: ‘Is There Something I Should Know’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 9:57 pm

Gordon Saunders has been a vampire for awhile now, but can he really hold it together as generations pass him by?  Claude and Emily are married, but can their commitment withstand parenthood to little Selene?

Claude had never been good with babies.  They were bald, wrinkly, and they pooped a lot.  That was the extent of his baby knowledge.  Selene seemed different somehow, probably because she was his own.  He spent time with her, something that shocked Gordon to his core.  He really hadn’t anticipated that Claude would be a suitable father.  He still wasn’t sure he was ready to be the father of three children, thus the need to keep the twins’ identities and existence a secret.

Gordon, however, had plenty of practice when it came to raising kids.  He was Selene’s saving grace.  Emily was there for her when she could be and Claude played with her like he would some kind of grown-up toy, but Gordon was the true nurturing force behind her rearing.  She seemed to know this almost instinctively, clutching him the tightest and crying when someone took her away from his arms.

It wasn’t the best solution, but Gordon knew as long as he kept Claude under his careful watch, hopefully he could keep his son out of further trouble.  He was beginning to wish Claude had never discovered vampirism and that Roman hadn’t saw fit to interfere.

Jeeves was a big help during the day, when everyone was asleep.  Unfortunately, one day he malfunctioned and spent the majority of the day running around emitting sparks and gibberish.  Emily was not pleased.  She may not win any mother of the year awards anytime soon, but she loved her daughter and did not trust that chunk of metal for all its worth.  Gordon assured her everything would be fine and spent the next evening fixing Jeeves and getting him back into tip-top working condition.

Emily was still unconvinced.  She thought it would be a much better idea to bring a human into the fold.  They could care for Selene and she wouldn’t have to worry about some mechanical brute hurting her baby.  Claude wasn’t near as apprehensive.  He trusted his father and Jeeves was pretty amusing.  He liked ghosts for some reason, despite never having been to a graveyard.

When Emily suggested that Gordon just bring that girl–what’s her name–Valerie in to do it, Gordon gave her a look that could kill.  It didn’t quite kill her, but it certainly silenced her.  Valerie was not a topic he enjoyed discussing, at all.

Gordon had told Valerie to not make any impromptu visits to the house unless it was absolutely necessary.  Of course, Valerie was a bit of a free-spirit and was prone to doing as she pleased.  She strolled up to the house a little after twelve am.  No matter how many times she saw the house, it never failed to intimidate her.  It definitely looked like a vampire’s lair, especially from the outside with its iron wrought fences and dead trees.

Jeeves let her in and she was greeted by the sound of Gordon working the piano keys.  She hadn’t known he was a pianist, but he certainly had plenty of time to perfect his skills.  He hadn’t been expecting company and so he was not pleased when Jeeves let him know he had a visitor.

Valerie was a bit surprised when he wasn’t dressed, “I didn’t mean to just barge in but–”

“You’d better have a good reason,” Gordon said tersely, moving from the piano bench.  “However, it will have to wait.  Let me get dressed.”

He disappeared down into the basement for a few moments before emerging, fully dressed.  Valerie was thankful for this.  She wasn’t sure if she could deal with the half-naked vampire.  She had to keep reminding herself of Megan and Marcus.

There was also the fact that Gordon still wore his wedding ring.  Lauren had died some time ago and yet there it was, on his finger, an ever-present reminder of his age and truly, how little she knew of what he was.  He stared her down, waiting for an explanation.  It took her a moment to gather her thoughts.

“Megan brought home Nadia… and then Nadia introduced her to Dominic.  Both children have been to my house several times now,” Valerie began, confident.  “I figured that if you wanted to see them directly, or maybe observe them, you could come over when they are there.  You wouldn’t have to tell them who you are.”

Gordon looked thoughtful for a moment, “I can’t say that warrants a visit, but I will admit, I’m impressed.  I trust Megan has no idea what she’s done?”

“No, it was an accident that she happened to meet Nadia and bring her home.  Everything went from there.  I’m just being the supportive mother.”

“I’ll let you know, about coming over.  Until then, no more surprise visits.”

Selene seemed to be growing faster than the rest of her family could handle.  Emily found herself becoming more and more attached to the tiny life she had spawned.  She’d been a vampire for a long time and never once had she thought to become a mother.  Now she couldn’t imagine being anything else.  Claude, perhaps, was not the ideal father figure, but she loved him for all his eccentricities.  And even if she didn’t always agree with Gordon’s methods, Selene couldn’t have possibly had a better grandfather.

Emily was happy that she’d done what she done, even if she felt guilty about it.  Were it not for Roman’s little plan, she’d never have ended up here, watching her daughter sleeping peacefully, protected and safe.

Unfortunately, not all of Gordon’s grandchildren were little angels.  Emma Davis wasn’t Gordon’s actual granddaughter, in fact, they shared absolutely no blood relation, but he had adopted her mother and that made him grandpa enough for the both of them.  It seemed Emma had been a little too spoiled in her youth, for she was acting recklessly and without caution now.  Gordon was more than well aware of what she’d been doing at college.

“I would really prefer it if you left Gregory Davis alone, Emma,” Gordon warned her.  Not only was Gregory Roman’s son, but he was engaged to Lydia Anderson.  Gordon didn’t need anymore conflict with either branch of the family.  “It’s for the best.”

Of course, Emma would hear none of his reasoning.  What did he know about love, anyway?

As if Emma’s behavior wasn’t enough to cause him worry, there was another surprise waiting around the corner.  Emily was pregnant again.  Claude was suitably shocked.  One child was more than enough for him.

“I thought we had been careful,” Claude said after some moments of shocked silence.  “How did this happen?”

Emily was a little taken back by his lack of enthusiasm, “preventative measures are never one-hundred-precent, Claude.  It just happened.”

He sighed, shoulders slumped, “don’t you think one is enough?”

“We’ll figure something out afterward,” Emily said, trying not to be upset at her husband’s reaction.  “But there’s nothing we can do about this one.  We’re having a second, whether you’re ready for it or not.”

Claude watched as Selena clumsily walked past them, oblivious to the tension hovering between her parents.  He sighed and simply said, “you’re right, but dad is not going to be happy.  At all.”

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Note from Mao: Forget about Gordon being happy, MAO IS NOT HAPPY.  Why must every descendant of Henry Saunders insist on having A MILLION KIDS?  Do I have to whip out the family tree to illustrate this for you?  I probably can’t because it’s so huge.  Arhghghg, Emily is going on birth control after this.

Also, on a super-disturbing note, Emma?  Three bolts.  Gordon has THREE BOLTS for his adopted granddaughter.  HOMG.  And here I thought Valerie was a problem.  GAH!  This is a Woody Allen situation here, totally messed up.

This was also my first servo malfunction.  Very strange.

July 18, 2009

Saunders – Round 26: ‘Unfortunate Finality’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 2:21 pm

Basil and Virginia Saunders haven’t been the best parents.  Will their passage into elder hood make them realize the errors of their ways?

Basil did feel remorse for the way he had acted during his adult life.  He had two beautiful daughters and he’d all but ignored them until it was too late.  Now that he was an elder–and losing his hair–he tried his best to build a shaky bridge between them.  He even smiled and nodded when Sage mentioned that she maybe wanted the house to have a full-scale makeover.  The house had remained the absolute same pretty much since Henry Saunders was in residence and boy… that was a long time ago!

The passing of beloved cat Daenarys was a big wake-up call, too.  Life was finite.  Basil hadn’t been feeling too well lately, either.  Maybe he’d caught a cold or something at work?  He rested as much as he could and swallowed down plenty of cough medicine.

Meanwhile, Virginia was feeling her youth slip away.  In an effort to prove to herself that she was still as foxy as ever, she made the mistake of trying to make a pass at James Anderson, her coworker.  He was quick to shut her down.  Virginia’s ego deflated slightly.  He had married the town doorknob, yet he wouldn’t come near her?  Maybe she was losing her touch…

Of course, there was always Nevio.  Living across from one another, their affair had been an easy and casual one.  He was older, sure, but Nevio had always had that certain charm a lady couldn’t deny.  He made her feel better.  She still wasn’t looking forward to getting old and wrinkly.

Basil decided that after the loss of Daenarys, he missed having a pet in the house.  He’d always had cats, but maybe a dog would be fun.  He called the local pet shelter and found Roku, a lovable and playful dog in need of a home.  He certainly had fun training him and it took his mind of his illness, which seemed to be getting progressively worse.

Virginia wasn’t nearly as thrilled about the latest addition to the house.  She’d never been much of a pet person and Roku’s incessant need to roll around in the garbage about had her tearing her hair out!  How disgusting and worse, pushing the garbage can over and spilling it everywhere so she had to pick it up.

No one anticipated what happened next… Basil fell to his unexplained illness.  It turned out to be a very aggressive flu strain that developed into pneumonia, which went untreated.  Virginia found Basil crumpled up in the bathroom and called 911 only for it to be too late.  Daisy and Sage came home to mourn their father’s passing, sad that they hadn’t gotten the chance to really see him since they left.

Virginia was left alone in the house with Roku.  She was quite upset about Basil’s passing, she hadn’t anticipated that it would affect her as much as it did.

Even worse, the stress of the incident seemed to have turned her hair prematurely grey all over! She was horrified.  Getting old was one thing, but losing her lovely, red locks?  It was too much.  Now she was an old, widowed woman with a dog and gigantic house.  Who would want to be romanced by such a sad and pitiful thing?

She sighed, fingering her limp hair.  Could things get any worse?

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Note from Mao: I really fail at trying to get sims better without the use of soup!  Poor Basil came home from work with a cold.  I had him rest, sleep, and bathe constantly, but nothing worked.  :(   I missed his death because I had the game running in the background on FF while I was checking my email, sigh.  Poor Basil!

Although, the scene I came back to was pretty funny.  Virginia seems to be pretty upset that she didn’t get her kiss before he died, LOL!

June 24, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 25: ‘The Reflex’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Knight,Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 11:33 am

Sage and Daisy Saunders had a somewhat neglectful upbringing, will their time in college give them a chance to redeem what’s been done to them or will they complete the cycle?  Jennifer Knight’s family is just as messed up.  Can she overcome everything she’s seen and what’s up with her attitude lately?

Sage, Daisy, and Jennifer had all been friends since they were young teens, so it was no surprise when they decided to all get a rental together.  Unfortunately, the only thing they could afford was this old house that had once been inhabited by hippies.  Despite the ever-present smell of patchouli and the bizarre decor, it was big enough for the three of them and very close to their class buildings.

Sage tried to be the house mother, but her cooking skills left a lot to be desired.

Jennifer wordlessly took on the role of the house chef.  Unlike her sister, Kit, Jennifer had inherited her mother’s ability in the kitchen, even if she’d never admit it.  Jennifer didn’t like talking about her family and she especially didn’t want to talk about her parents.

It wasn’t because she hated them.  She’d long gotten used to the dysfunction… it was because her sister, Kit, had once again come in and taken over.  Kit wasn’t leaving, she’d get the house and Jennifer would get nothing.  Maybe Jennifer should’ve gotten knocked up by a playboy vampire, too.

Daisy was friends with Emma, despite her solitary nature.  She met up with her friend at a local karaoke club at her insistence and listened to her plan.  Daisy was horrified.  She couldn’t believe Emma was still going on about this whole Gregory and Lydia thing.

“That’s a really bad idea,” Daisy said, recovering from her surprise.  “This isn’t just about what you want, Emma.  You could hurt people.”

“Lydia doesn’t really like him, anyway.  I’m doing her a favor.”

Daisy shook her head, “it’s not up to you to decide.  Besides, if Gregory loves Lydia, that isn’t going to change… no matter what you do.  You have to give it up.”

Emma was adamant, “I’m not going down without a fight.”

Meanwhile, Sage was trying to get to the bottom of Jennifer’s recent changes.  They’d been in college a full year now and Jennifer never went out, she didn’t date, she just went to class and came home.  Several times Sage had pleaded with her to go out ‘guy hunting’, but Jennifer refused.

“So, what’s going on?  I need a wingwoman!  Being single sucks.” Sage mumbled, poking her spaghetti with her fork.  “College boys are so weird.”

“I’m just… not interested.  Why don’t you ask Daisy?”

Sage choked back her laughter, “are you serious?  I love my sister, but come on.  No, I need you.  What happened to 0ld times, Jenn?  What’s going on with you lately?”

Jennifer closed her eyes and took a breath.  There was no time like the present, right?  She didn’t notice that Sage had taken a big bite of a meatball when she said:

“I think I’m gay, Sage.”

Thankfully, Jennifer was well-versed in the Heimlich remover and Sage was all right.  She was still quite shocked, though.  Jennifer… a lesbian?  Since when?  But then again, she never did date and she always had an excuse to not flirt with boys — acne, video games, etc.  It all made sense.

Daisy was a little more understanding.  Sage told her everything and she was quick to support her friend.

“You know you could have told us sooner,” Daisy said, smiling.  “It isn’t like we’d suddenly hate you.  Whatever makes you happy!”

That was all well and good, but Jennifer was pretty certain Daisy wouldn’t think that when she found out Jennifer’s feelings on the matter.  Jennifer couldn’t be certain, but she was pretty sure that Daisy was straight.  It was a very unrequited love and she wasn’t about to mess up everything by blabbing about it.

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Note from Mao: Sorry this took so long.  I seriously have had very little computer time lately.  :(   As for Jennifer, she’s never really shown interest in either and it wasn’t until I checked her token that she revealed she could go both ways… but started heart farting over Daisy.  I assume they could easily be three bolts, but I’m not too sure Daisy is into chicks.  Only time will tell.

Of course, the hippie house was purely for my own amusement.  Hehe.

A very disturbing outtake.  Emma did this while on her outing with Daisy.  One of these bubbles is not disturbing… the other is.  Can you guess which one it is?

WTF EMMA? That’s your adoptive grandfather, for crying out loud!  He bought you a piano.  Dirty thoughts = NOT COOL.  This girl has issues.  Serious ones.

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