tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61957918470023103252024-03-05T22:21:25.050+11:00The Sims 3 Jettstar MTS Random Legacy ChallengeTwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-1415540274127707972019-08-18T09:45:00.003+10:002019-08-18T09:45:50.597+10:006.19 I Hate The Word Hiatus<b>I hate the word hiatus, but I'm going to have to call it, for a few reasons. I can't get the game to load at all at present, and the few times I have it crashes before I can do anything significant (like save).</b><br />
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questions. In the words of the Terminator 'I'll Be Back'.</b>TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-91725109835391950532019-08-13T15:29:00.002+10:002019-08-13T15:29:12.092+10:006.18 Teh Apocalypse Is Nigh<div style="text-align: center;">
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"Muuuum, it's raid night! Everybody is waiting for us!", Melissa explained as she dashed off to her room to start both computers.</div>
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Still no functioning Sims-3, Aleerah and Daisy courtesy of Skyrim SE, the raft is from my current 'Stranded Deep' save. My last post was about a week ago, so this is a filler... I am expecting to have to put this legacy on hold shortly due to technical and personal reasons, just delaying it as long as I can...</div>
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Finally got the game to launch (by using Nvidia GeForce Experience) to mess with the display size settings.<br />
It seems it doesn't like loading the intro crap at 1024x768, when my native desktop (and play resolution) are 1360 x 768. <br />
After selecting my current save it takes 1 minute 30 seconds to load 98% of the save, then a total of 28 minutes to finish loading it. I know this I sat glued to the screen watching it. This tells me two things, (A) Sims 3 using the same 'Percentage' and 'Estimated Time Remaining' calculating process as Microsoft Operating Systems, and (B) my personal time management skills are equally as crappy.<br />
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Anywayz... This micro chapter took three playthroughs to get the caps and after the last CTD, I decided to post with what I have.<br />
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Cindy woke up earlier than the rest of the household, and slipped out of bed and threw on some clothes, she tip toed across the hall and woke the twins, who, due to transport issues and gate sign ins, now had to leave an hour earlier to get to school on time. There was a lot of work to do to get the garden ready for her business overhaul. <br />
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Dressed in their favorite shirts, they continued their conversation as they rode to school.</div>
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With Delilah currently working afternoons and weekends, Evie and her lover barely spent any time together (except in bed), and with a meeting rescheduled by one of her clients, they found them selves with a whole day together.<br />
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"I'm thinking lunch at a restaurant, followed by karaoke!", said Evi enthusiastically.</div>
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"And there's a new horror movie out about zombieism mutating from a plant mangling affliction into a virus that turns all zombies into psychotic cannibals who take over the world, I've been waiting for ages for it to be released.", Delilah explained. "Firstly", Eve asked, "The plot seems a bit far fetched, and secondly, since when have you been able to sit through a feature length film without getting distracted?".</div>
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Jess drove around town looking for an audience. The hospital needed to raise a large amount of funds quickly to purchase some new equipment. While Jess had a reputation around town as a skilled magician, the tip jar frequently remained empty due to people staying indoors due to bad weather. Jess was hoping to get a gig and went to the only indoor venue that might suit her purposes.</div>
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"My daughter said she saw you last week at the hospital when she was visiting a sick friend and she said you were awesome, however, my daughter thinks pokemon are awesome. So if you want to create an extra slot in the show for you, impress me.", Alicia said. Jess started with 'The vanishing coin, oh there it is behind your ear trick'. <br />
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"Someone needs to invent a teleportation transport system, a bit like Dr.When's time traveling phone box", Melissa explained as she fumbled in her pocket for the bicycle lock key.<br />
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"Some sort of atomic molecular arranger, where you could enter one and exit another? I'm surprised they don't already exist", Nerissa responded. "It would be far more convenient than bicycles."<br />
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There was a new bar in town, and after Evie and Delilah had snogged through the second half of the zombie movie, they went home and changed and went to investigate this new place. <br />
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In reality in was a total dive opened by Kenny Bryce who was a vampire wannabe. It had an average sound system and the lighting was a garish red. The members of the local Vampire community had all agreed that no true Vampire would show their fangs in such a dump. Even the local teen Vampires avoided the place, despite knowing that Kenny would serve underage just to get to stand next to a real Vampire.<br />
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Kenny spotted the glowing eyes and Evie's pointed ears. "Can I get you ladies a plasma? Maybe you'd like someone to nibble on?", Kenny offered Evie, shifting in to full on vampfanboy mode. <br />
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"Down boy, sit!", Evie growled gently, "Moon-howler, not Blood-stalker. A couple of Falling Forever's thanks."<br />
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"So, I'm thinking scientist, inventor, maybe brain surgeon?", Nerissa added to the current discussion. Melissa agreed, "Definately, Rocket scientist too, add that to the list.".</div>
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"Mmm, rocket science, I like that.", Nerissa agreed as she penciled that in. "Of course we need to get school and probably university out of the way first.". Melissa handed her a few more sheets of paper as they assembled a rough map of their possible future. </div>
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"Damn I love this life!", Jess told herself as she crawled out of bed and put her dressing gown on.</div>
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"Breakfast is ready sweetheart." announced Cindy.</div>
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"I'll just grab the paper and I'll be right there!", giggled Jess.</div>
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Had that maid been standing outside the bedroom window long? Creepy!</div>
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<b>Authors Note:</b><br />
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The Sims has refused to start nine times out of ten in the last week, the few times it did launch it was like playing in my underwear in the arctic circle. It froze real quick! Then suddenly it cooperates. So pic cap spam time! This has been the longest generation so far due to my game actually progressing forward in time so slowly due to crashes and save issues. The launcher works fine spamming its 'Buy sims 4' advertisement, every from there on is broken atm.<br />
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Generation F - 13 Chapters<br />
Generation 1 - 13 Chapters<br />
Generation 2 - 18 Chapters<br />
Generation 3 - 19 Chapters<br />
Generation 4 - 15 Chapters<br />
Generation 5 - 13 Chapters<br />
Generation 6 - 16 Chapters, and the twins aren't even teenagers yet!<br />
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That new maid, I don't think I've ever seen in her inside the house...<br />
Jess got a date call at 3.44 AM, dear sims, even the most desperate and dateless say 'NO!' to dates at 4AM, and Jess is clearly not that.<br />
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Also I have Nraas remove abandoned cars at 2AM; first night 799 cars, second night 5902 cars!<br />
I need to get to the next generation and find a new town soon.. <br />
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TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-13112970536353614332019-07-21T00:17:00.004+10:002019-07-21T00:17:56.381+10:006.15 The Not Quite New But Definately Improved 'The Amazing Jess' Outfit<span style="color: #999999;"><b>(Sim Nation vibrates and blurs as several Time Anomalies resolve, and reality settles across Midnight Hollow like a comforting blankie at nap time. The Simgods will never apologize for this. They would rather you were at least polite enough to pretend that you never noticed.)</b></span><br />
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"The original outfit is exactly the same as
the one worn by 'The Astonishing Amy', so when it started to wear it
out, I got the same thing made in pink and black, but apparently that is
exactly the same as the outfit worn by 'The Awesome Tina.", explained
Jess before she ducked into her bedroom. She had a vague feeling that she had already explained this once before.<br />
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"So.. I designed a completely new outfit!"<br />
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I really couldn't decide between Orange to match my eyes, or Hot Pink, which you all know is pretty much my favorite color. I was tempted to use both colors in my new outfit, but everybody knows how badly Orange and Hot Pink clash... </div>
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"Well, I like it!", Melissa whispered into thin air.</div>
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"Jess, you may need to talk to your girls about their Imaginary Friends making the twins look like they have anti gravity powers, especially with how often the paparazzi hang around here.." <br />
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The schoolbus still refused to stop at the Jettstar household. "I don't understand it, everyone in out house is at the least some sort of minor celebrity.", Melissa sighed. "Our family being as famous as it is, you think the bus company would charge extra for any wanting to get the bus that stopped at our house.", Nerissa stated.</div>
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"Excuse me girls, isn't a bit early to be arriving at school?", inquired Mr. Mumble-mumble-something, one of the newer teachers whose primary function was to ensure the kettle was on, the sugar bowl was full and that there was milk in the fridge each morning before the other staff arrived.</div>
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"Indeed it is!", enthused Nerissa, "I was just discussing this with my sister, how both the issues of the public transport system, and the signing in at the doorway for the students is just another example of a breakdown of our education system. The delays caused by these two council imposed systems alone are not only self perpetuating, but cause ongoing ripples throughout our entire education system.", Nerissa paused momentarily, taking a deep breath.</div>
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"And then to make matters worse, it is we the students, the end users, we who are forced into this system and ultimately punished for its failure. I mean, have you ever seen a teacher get detention or grounded because they got held up trying to get through the gates?", Melissa asked.</div>
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Mr. Whatsisname breathed a sigh of relief as the key finally clicked in the lock and the door swing open. It was days like this that Mr. Whoeverheis regretted leaving his last job at the the morgue. </div>
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After Evie returned from France, she concentrated on more frequent workouts. Managing more clients meant less time for her self and Delilah, but the money was good. <br />
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Jess was excited that her girls had organized to bring a normal human child home from school to play with, instead of spending all their time with Edie and Eddy. Meet Precious Salas.<br />
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Jess performed her magic tricks to an audience of one, up until Charlotte called it quits for the night. "Hey let me know if you are going to spontaneously combust, or have a torrid affair with another celebrity or something newsworthy, mkay? But for now, laterz Jess!", called out Charlotte. "Laterz Charlie!", called out Jess, who had spent so many hours being followed by the paparazzi that they had become friends.</div>
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Delilah continued with her obsession of covering both garage back walls with street art. It was on private property and only visible from the neighbor's place, and seeing how that place was owned by Jess's step mom, who also happened to be the towns long reigning chief of police, there had been no problems.</div>
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I whisk you away from these drab dreary poorly lit images of Midnight Hollow to draw your attention to the drab and drearily named location of Black Rock Islands. Which is in fact a riotously cheerfully barrage of colorful flora and fauna, quite at odds with the location name. Here we find Coral, former house mate of our current generation heir, who is at this moment celebrating the raising and resurrection of her father's war barge. Coral is celebrating with Silky, Shreiker, and Serren, the three Merfolk sisters that helped find, float, and rebuild the old boat. Now that Coral has a war barge, she can join the SeaFae war council, and do her part in the ongoing war against the Old Ones. </div>
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"Okay, how about you and Eddy go up into the tree house and set up the tea and biscuits until we finish the game?", suggested Nerissa, who had been watching Eddy suggest moves to Melissa, despite Melissa's glaring at him. </div>
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This was the twins first weekend since the walls had come down and they fully intended to play with every new thing in the backyard before darkness crept over the town. "Really, do you thing making funny faces at me is going to put me off?", asked Nerissa. </div>
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"Actually, I highly doubt that my feeble attempts to distract you are likely to have any effect on your accuracy, however, I've been watching the other children who play ball sports at school, and this seems to be a standard procedure.", replied Melissa</div>
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The twins gathered up the buckets and spades, bulldozers and dump trucks, "You do realize that we are well beyond mere sand castles, I thing even a sand fortress may be a little beneath us.", Melissa stated. "True. But I doubt we have enough daylight for a sand citadel, and we would also need extra materials for reinforcing.", advised Nerissa</div>
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By the time the twins had made it to the Dragon spring riders, the new lighting in the backyard was on, and the sun had vanished over the horizon to its little resting spot in the heavens. They had managed to play with everything except the basket ball hoop, the archery range, which required adult supervision, and the trampoline, which required further discussion to allocate a most suitable and effective time to obtain an injury.</div>
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My garden was full, I had almost every plantable from every expansion packed in there (except the cheese plants->omni plants quest chain, that I chose to avoid). I while back I decided it would be much easier and faster to clear my gardener's excessive inventory if I was growing only a few different types of thing. My plan is to continually harvest until the garden is completely bear except for the trees, selling off everything after each harvest except perfect plasma fruit, flame fruit, life fruit, and pumpkins. As you can see, I'm almost ready to replant. I have also found Cindy to be more responsive when she is not carrying §5000-§50000 worth of herbs, fruit and vegetables in her pockets :) </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="fr" tabindex="0">"Ah, bonjour les jeunes filles, comment étaient vos vacances, avez-vous appris à parler français lors de votre visite?", she inquired.</span> ( "Ah, hello young ladies, how was your holiday, did you learn to speak french during your visit?" )</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"No, we didn't, so if you want to interview us about our holiday in France, it's Simlish or sign language, and I only know the alphabet so far, no words, so it could take a while to have a conversation.", stated Nerissa, who actually had learned enough French to understand the reporter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Nice camera, did your employer provide it, or do you have to buy your own?", Melissa asked as the first question of many as she prepared to bombard the paparazzi. Melissa had decided that for every question the snoop asked her, that she was going to ask at least three in return. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Charlotte Fink left the interview with very little to write about 'Celebrity Holidays'. Melissa, and Nerissa who had also joined in on the paparazzi harassment left the interview knowing almost everything there was to know about commercial journalism. Charlotte's boss left the interview story in the waste paper basket. </span><br />
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As Jess was jumping onto the treadmill for her workout, she spotted some boxes tucked around the corner, not quite hidden, but not quite not hidden. "Who would buy two hundred packets of 'Fuzzy Brand' instant noodles?", she asked. Nobody replied, so Jess carried the boxes into the kitchen, before returning to start her exercise routine.</div>
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Jess exercised for four hours, this increase in fitness would her not only help her for on stage performances, but also be of great benefit the next time her P.R.Manager suggested that she was putting on weight.</div>
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While the sun never shone in Midnight Hollow, it stop raining occasionally.</div>
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This meant more donations for charities around town. </div>
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Melissa - "Mum, can you sign these excursion forms for us."</div>
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Nerissa - "The school trip is to Fascinating Facts Observatory."</div>
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Melissa -"It's also a Science Laboratory, how cool is that?"</div>
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Jess suspected that her daughters could speak under water with a mouth full of marbles, and rather than risk an ongoing bombardment such as a recent reporter had received, Jess simply signed both forms, It was a school excursion after all, how much trouble could her angels get it in to. </div>
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One of Delilah's many hobbies was street art, and although she had done a few legit commissions, the bulk of her work was out of sight on the back wall of the play room garage. She had nearly worked her way along the entire length of the wall, and was contemplated decorating the parking garage as well. Someone as well known in the art world as herself couldn't be caught doing graffiti on public property, no matter how good the art.<br />
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On Friday the back yard was finally ready for the workers to remove the excess fencing and barricades.</div>
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The girls surveyed the new play area from an upstairs window. By the time the workmen had left it was too dark to play outside. </div>
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Kim and Edward dropped by to see everybody for a short visit before they drove off to the airport to fly out to Shang Sim La. Edward talked about fish, and fishing, and Kim talked about John Doe and the recently arrived Alaric McKracken. Jess tuned out the politics. Kim had been going to run for mayor for a few years now, but that meant giving up being Chief Of Police. <br />
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After school the next day, Jess got a lecture on the benefits of a science career.</div>
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Eve stared at the science souvenir thingy that the kids had brought home from their excursion. </div>
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Delilah and Eve had decided it was time the twins learned to roller skate. The twins decided that rollerskating was for daredevils, adrenaline junkies, and people with a death wish. After a few wobbly laps holding the rail, Melissa and Nerissa decided watching their mother perform magic tricks was most likely more entertaining.<br />
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Jess was delighted when her daughters decided to stay and watch her perform. "You know, if we got an allowance, we could donate a small portion of it to your charity tip jar", suggested Nerissa, "You know, if you did chores around the house and got grades that resembled your intelligence, you may one day get an allowance?", Jess shot back with a smile. Melissa, who didn't want to go in to details about why they were not 'A' students, despite being the most intelligent people in the class, (including the teacher) decided not to push the subject. </div>
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Charlotte 'Pinky' Fink filed this little titbit of information away for later as she crept closer with her camera at the ready. After her last attempt at a celebrity article she needed to come up with something good, or boss was going to put her on traffic reports. In a town the size of Midnight Hollow, traffic reporting would be a snake for her career, rather than a ladder. <br />
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And again and again until Jess' finale </div>
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"I thought you just replaced your magician outfit?", Cindy asked. "I did, the original one is exactly the same as the one worn by 'The Astonishing Amy', so when it started to wear it out, I got the same thing made in pink and black, but apparently that is exactly the same as the outfit worn by 'The Awesome Tina.", explained Jess before she ducked into her bedroom. </div>
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"So.. I designed a completely new outfit!" </div>
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"I like the black fabric, and uh, It's good to see you kept the card in the hat?", responded Cindy </div>
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My twins both returned from France with extra IF dolls.. I murdered them.. The spare dolls, not the twins.<br />
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I don't know how many times, or how many hours I spent changing her hair and old outfit only to have the game crash and have to do it all over again. This time this new outfit is saved (it's also a new style from a new career level.) I really like the look of this in CAS, but the pink and orange really clash in game. probably going to find an excuse to change it soon.<br />
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The reporter first appeared in game wearing the same corset top and skirt as she has now, but with a horse riding helmet. That was also switched out several times before a crash beat me to saving it. Fixed now :)<br />
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The kids caught a taxi (teleported) to school because the bus no longer stops at my house for them? <br />
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Jess still had Edwards old 'raptor' truck, I use it to pretend Kim and Edward are visiting because I'm too impatient and lazy to try recover both of them from the sim bin, add them to the family, and kill them off again for one screenshot. It sounds simple, but it is very time consuming, even more so if the game crashes.<br />
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As always, comments welcome, even if it's about my apparent color blindness with Jess' new outfit :PTwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-62168019491989453412019-07-12T16:20:00.001+10:002019-07-12T16:20:03.994+10:006.13 A Weekend In France"I don't see why we had to fly all the way to France to have breakfast!", Melissa complained to her sister.<br />
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The twins were busy exchanging eyerolls at how excited the grown ups were at being in such a boring place, when Jess walked past with a plateful of something that smelled truly delicious. The twins noses simultaneously tracked the smell, and their heads swiveled like radar dishes. "Don't be shy, order at the counter, anything you want, except coffee. We have a lot of places to visit today, including some art galleries", Jess suggested.<br />
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Delilah and Eve only had eyes for each other, and wouldn't have noticed. </div>
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Melissa and Nerissa argued over the menu, they couldn't agree as to what item on the menu sounded the least disgusting, nor could they agree whether frogs legs or snails were the most revolting.</div>
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Genevieve, the waitress presented the girls with a menu that included pictures, and they both chose 'grilled croissant topped with two scrambled eggs, fluffed with goat cheese'. It tasted even better than it looked on the menu. "I didn't know goats made cheese, but I'm glad they do!", Nerissa told her sister as she shoved the last bite into her mouth.<br />
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Cindy and Jess hovered near each other like hummingbirds, Jess almost kissed Cindy, Cindy almost kissed Jess, Jess didn't want to be the one to make the first move in case it was too soon, Cindy didn't want to be the one to make the first move in case Jess wasn't ready.<br />
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"I just want to go over there and press their faces together! like get on with it already, stop delaying the inevitable!", Eve grumbled. "They'll work it out eventually.", Delilah whispered in Eve's ear, giving her earlobe a gentle nibble. <br />
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The first venue on their itinerary for the day was La Gallerie d'Art, while every body in the group had some mild interest in art, Delilah was in heaven. She knew facts about almost every piece on display, and even corrected the tour guide on details of one of the paintings.<br />
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"The painting was actually done in winter of 1876", Delilah corrected. "No, no, no, it is clearly a summer painting, can you not see zee bright colors here.", the tour guide insisted. "Yes, but the artist missed the good weather of summer season, and painted the pond how he remembered it, not how it was at the time he painted it!", Eve took Delilah by the hand and gently dragged her away before someone called security.<br />
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The twins were hoping to stay up and watch some late night TV, but the
fact that they had walked most of the way around Champs Le Sims today
looking at almost every tourist worthy location, and the fact that the
local TV station only broadcast in French, saw them retire early without
argument.<br />
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Jess and Cindy had both seen each other undressed before, but this was the first time that they intended to do something with it, unfortunately neither the shower nor the bath was big enough for both of them. <br />
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Eve appeared to be sleeping soundly after their lovemaking, and Delilah was tempted to</div>
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"Hey. come back to bed, I still have some energy left", murmured Eve.</div>
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Delilah decided that going back to the art gallery wasn't that important.</div>
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After they dried off, Cindy kissed Jess on the cheek and led her</div>
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The Vampire and the Plantsim rested on the bed, Jess the inexperienced was afraid that she had no idea what she was doing while Cindy, the very experienced lover, had never had a shy partner before and was afraid that she might wreck things by going to fast.<br />
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Eventually Jess leaned over and kissed Cindy on the cheek,</div>
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The odd couple spent the next few hours kissing, and stroking, and nibbling, and fondling and cuddling and giggling. Eventually Jess snuggled up against Cindy and closed her eyes. Cindy listened to Jess breathing as she slipped into a peaceful sleep.<br />
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'What if Jess regrets this in the morning?'. Cindy didn't get much sleep that night. </div>
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At breakfast Jess smiled at several times at Cindy, but made no mention of the previous night, Delilah and Eve continued to quietly debate the 'status' of their housemates, where they or weren't they a couple yet?<br />
Nerissa and Melissa were blissful unaware of what was going on with the adults, as they had discovered French Toast. "It's not Dim Sum, but it's almost as good!", Melissa decided. Nerissa could only nod in agreement. She reached for another slice. <br />
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Delilah and Eve were technically baby sitting while they were snuggling in the garden. </div>
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Jess had organized an official date for herself and Cindy.</div>
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Jess as a sim nation celebrity, but she smiled and pulled a pose for the camera.</div>
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Jess and Cindy held hands and stole sideways glances at each other while they waited to be called. Cindy sighed in relief, she had been worried that after last night, Jess might their relationship to return to normal. <br />
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"Normally, one would need zee ball peen hammer to massage a Plantsim, but you are very relaxed today, your spirit, it is in zee good place, oui?", Alyce asked Cindy, who murmured in agreement.</div>
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"And my celebrity, always hounded by the paparazzi, you also seem to be quite relaxed, zee holiday in France as been good to you too, oui?", Alexis asked. Jess smiled, "Oui!". </div>
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<b>Authors Notes:</b><br />
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Excuse my french accent, it probably reads even worse than it sounds in my head... <br />
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I hate how having extra visa time also bumps up the minimum time. Nine days in France for a non explorer, boring! We bailed on the second day, without buying anything other than nectar books (which I think I already have in the house from a previous generation) and recipes.<br />
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I had planned for Delilah to some of her lesser honest work in the art gallery, but she insisted that this was a family holiday, and that she was on her best behavior. <br />
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I took the massage shot in the household basement after they returned, fully intending to use this mid chapter. Oddly enough, it's one of the few photos I didn't end up having to re-number.TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-28762214212474194852019-07-10T13:13:00.000+10:002019-07-10T13:13:13.074+10:006.12 I Don't Mind Sharing<br />
Jess headed to the local fairgrounds with her charity tip jar. She wore her new performing outfit. The old one navy blue one had started to show signs of wear, and Jess had the new one made in her favorite colors. Jess cut a lap of the park, greeting the stall operators that she had become friends with over time.<br />
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She stopped to discuss the lack of patrons due to the weather with Anita at the ticket booth.<br />
"At this rate, the fair is barely going to break even!", complained Anita. </div>
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She said hello to Mike in the kissing booth, who was apparently a master of the art, although Jess only knew this from hearsay. That didn't stop Mike, who was a notorious flirt from trying to tempt Jess with a kiss.<br />
"C'mon Jess you know you want to.", flirted Mike, "For §5, You'll get a kiss that will sweep you off your feet, and for §15 I can take you to the moon and back, you get an amazing kiss, the school gym gets a donation, and I get the satisfaction of knowing I kissed the prettiest girl in town!"<br />
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"Nice try Mike, I bet you say that to all the girls", Jess laughed. "Well, I have been practicing my sales pitch in case the rain stops and this day ever brings a customer.", admitted Mike. <br />
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Lola who was working the kissing booth opposite sighed when Jess approached, "If that man wasn't dating my brother, I'd be so tempted to try straighten him out.", Lola confessed to Jess.<br />
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"Your Dad asked me to make a batch of these for some fishersims party that he is having, do you want to deliver them, or shall I?", asked Cindy. "Say Hi to my Dad and Kim for me, I have an appointment at the council offices", responded Jess. </div>
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Jess woke up with a start, she side-eyed the alarm clock that she had failed to set the night before. She had been up all night finalizing plans for the next few weeks, and had triple checked the paper work before crashing into a restless sleep. Jess had been so busy lately with everything, that she was starting to feel a little run down. She slipped on her dressing gown and tip toed across the hallway to an unusually quiet room.<br />
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Jess turned the doorknob and gently opened the door, the first thing that she noticed was that her children were already dressed and playing happily. The second thing that she noticed was that Cindy had taken care of her babies while she had slept.<br />
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"Thank you so much for looking after them.", Jess gushed."You're welcome, you looked like you needed the sleep, in fact you still do, you go back to bed, I got this.", Cindy said firmly. <br />
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Jess did as she was told and crept back to bed to recharge her batteries. She dozed off into a dreamy world. Jess sat on a horse at the base of an extremely tall but skinny stone tower. She looked up to the one window and called out, "Hyacinth, Hyacinth, let down your hair!.", and a cascade of shiny green hair tumbled from the window to form a rope. <br />
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"What time is it?", Jess asked. "Well, you've slept through breakfast, and nearly missed lunch.", Evie pointed out. "That's fine, she needed the sleep." Cindy told Evie. "Besides, I saved you some Dim Sum", Cindy said. Cindy brought Jess a serving. Jess couldn't help but notice how much Cindy's hair had grown over the course of the day. <br />
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"You know she has a thing for you right?", Evie whispered across the table to Jess. "But I'm not gay, at least I don't think I am?", Jess statement sounded more like a question. "Having sex one time with a guy a few years ago doesn't exactly make you straight either, and besides, I didn't know I was gay until I first kissed Delilah.", Evie whispered back.</div>
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"You think because Delilah and I are constantly traveling for work that we don't notice you sneaking looks at Cindy, or Cindy watching you when she thinks nobody is looking, C'mon, Delilah and I both know what's going on here, even if you and Cindy won't admit it. </div>
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"I.. I couldn't be with some one who sleeps around constantly, I'd expect my partner to be faithful to me", Jess insisted in a hushed tone, grasping at the one true reason that had stopped her considering Cindy as a partner, despite the many dreams that she had had. </div>
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Cindy returned to the dining area, filled Jades food tray , washed her hands at sat at the table next to Jess. "Okay, what were you two muttering about when I came in?". "Just checking that Eve and Delilah still both have the next week off for my surprise tomorrow.", Jess said a little loudly. "And you, you have a gardener organized for the week?". Cindy nodded. She had no idea were Jess had planned on taking them all for the week, and was trying to keep her excitement as hidden as Jess' holiday destination.<br />
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When <strike>Thing 2 and Thing 1</strike> Nerissa and Melissa aged up, they kept their identical twin looks and developed the same new trait. Eve and Delilah agreed the twins were so identical that they couldn't tell them apart, as such, they presented the twins with new Dr. Suess T-shirts.</div>
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"Okay, don't look at the camera, look straight ahead.", advised Jess as she fiddled with the settings on her very complicated camera. "You already have photos of us together, why do you need individual shots, especially when we are identical?", groaned Melissa. "That's for me to know, and you to find out Melissa.", Jess replied.</div>
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"I'm Nerissa, not Melissa!", insisted Melissa. "Seriously, you call yourself our mum, and you can't even tell us apart!", added Nerissa. "Very funny ladies, but I learned to tell you apart within days of getting you home from the hospital, so that prank won't work on me. Do you understand Melissa? Nerissa?", Jess pointed out, looking at each one as she spoke their names.</div>
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Nerissa turned to Melissa, "Well their goes some of the best teenage pranks we ever planned!" </div>
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"Three rooms, two with double beds, and one with a double bed and bunks!", Jess repeated trying to stay calm. "Yes Madam, three rooms, two wiz zee double beds, and one room wiz zee double bunks, three rooms non?", replied the equally calm voice on the other end of the call. "A double bed and bunks, there is not enough beds.", Jess tried to explain. "I am sorry Madam, this is all zee beds, we 'ave no more.", the Frenchman explained. Jess muttered "Okay, thank you.", and hung up.<br />
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"It's okay, your on holiday, no stress okay?", Cindy said soothingly, "I don't mind sharing.", she added.<br />
"But what if you decide that you want to bring somebody or a bunch of somebodies home for the night, or if by some absolutely amazing miracle, I do?", asked Jess, still frustrated by the fact that the management had messed up the sleeping arrangements. It wasn't the fact that she would be sharing a bed with Cindy, in fact she was kind of hoping for it, but her plan had involved have separate beds to go back to for the rest of the week if things didn't work out the way they had in her dreams.<br />
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<b>Authors Note:</b><br />
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Apparently having 723 non selectable sims in Midnight Hollow was causing my game to take more than 2 x longer to load and save. By selective culling I got 48 minutes down to 22, from the time I select 'play sims 3' and I see my household, and from 16 minutes down to 8 minutes woth save as.. I used NRAAS MC/ Total Annihilation / Homeless Non Service to kill off 370 sims, and also 48 from the 'stranded couples' area. Now my 122 actual residents can breathe easier. Both Eve and Delilah lost all of their co-workers and had to build them up again. I consider that a minor inconvenience to have more than 10 minutes playtime. After playing in midnight hollow for around three hours, my household went to France for a holiday. After being there for 10 minutes, the game crashed, but that's another issue :)<br />
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<b>So...beware of overpopulation! It's a thing!</b>TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-63764601863677350282019-07-07T14:48:00.000+10:002019-07-07T14:48:23.433+10:006.11 A Chance Encounter With Mermaids<b>Authors Note Intro:</b><br />
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<span style="color: #073763;">The Mermaidiness in this chapter was supposed to be spread over the next two or three chapters, due to a critical shortage of screen caps from my regular household due to ongoing issues (which are still not presently resolved), prepare to be bombarded with well lit scenes of sunshiny beachy goodness. (For those of you used to the bizarre lighting of Midnight Hollows, sunglasses are advised.) </span><br />
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Jess posted the last bill payments and wandered over to the harden gate as Cindy's familiar green ute pulled into its regular parking spot. "Who are you, and what have you done with out Hyacinth?", Jess inquired aggressively to the sim with Cindy's face, but not the hair or style of clothing that Jess was accustomed to.<br />
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"It's not that bad, is it?", Cindy laughed as she ran her hand across the almost military hair style. "It's... different.", Jess replied as diplomatically as she could. "And whats with the shirt and vest?", Jess asked, attempting to avoid discussing how she felt about Cindy's almost buzz cut.<br />
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"I've been trimming my hair weekly since high school, so this will grow back in no time, and the clothes are for another committee meeting. I got a makeover because if I want the other business people to take me seriously, I need to look the part.", Cindy explained, knowing Jess well enough to spot that her friend didn't like the new hair style. Jess and Cindy went inside to escape Midnight Hollow's incessant rain.<br />
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Coral watched in fascination as the Merfolk entered the small cove near her old house. Other than Jess's aunt Sophia, Coral hadn't seen a Mer since her mother had whisked her away from the islands as a teenager.<br />
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Coral pretended not to notice as two of the Mer got into animated conversation which ended with the third Mer splashing them both with a torrent of water. "Stop your chattering, Shreiker is right, it is her."<br />
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Coral was stunned when the three Mer transformed their tails and traversed the hot sand up the beach to talk to her. "Coraline Seabreeze, it has been many tides since last we met, you may not remember me, you where but hip high and clinging to your fathers leg, last we met.<br />
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Melissa and Nerissa spent hours reading and re-reading their small collection of books. If the twins circle of knowledge extended as far as being aware of public libraries, they would have insisted that their mother take them there at once. Nerissa had the current book so many times that she she was now able to read the book upside down.</div>
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Evie and Delilah raced out to their cars, Evie leaned over and kissed Delilah, "See you in a few days sweetheart!", she called out as she slid into her new SL65. Both Evie and Delilah where having to travel further away from the 'Hollow' for their work tasks, and were considering moving to a more central town, although they hadn't discussed with anyone yet.<br />
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Cindy also had gone away for the weekend on business, leaving Jess and the twins home alone. Jess who was a social butterfly practically felt invisible when her children slept, not having anything to do or anyone to talk too.</div>
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Jess put her sleeping babies in their beds and crept across the hall to her own bed. It was cold and lonely. Jess contemplated how nice it would be to have a warm body sharing it with her, even it was only occasionally. Other than the twins father, who turned out to be (A) a notorious criminal, and (B) dead the following week, Jess hadn'y met any men that she was interested in that wasn't gay, married, or in some other sort of relationship.<br />
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Jess briefly considered going to a bar one night and bringing home the first single man she met, but she knew there was no way she would bring a stranger home, not with her beautiful babies to consider. Jess feel into a fitful sleep dreaming off white knights riding into her life, and other fairy tale romances. <br />
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Coral, Silky, Sharri, and Serri spent many days conversing and swimming in the secluded cove. During one of their many conversations, the Mer had disclosed that they preferred this side of the island to avoid the skirmishes against the Old Ones, which was becoming more prevalent, and Coral had revealed that she had been hoping to live on her fathers old battle barge, but that it had sunk a few weeks ago.<br />
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"The great ocean takes many treasures in its fury, but soon forgets them. I think I know where your fathers boat is resting.", announced Serri. <br />
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The following day Coral and the Mermaids went in search of the boat that Serri had seen earlier. Other than a small hole in the hull in seemed to be mostly intact, and in no time at all Coral had arranged to her have her boat floated and repaired. Coral had the boat registered as '<i>Sword of Semiramus</i>', and applied for membership on the war council. <br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Atargatis - The first mermaid - Assyrian legend, oldest historical mention of mermaids </span></div>
<span style="font-weight: normal;">Semiramis - A queen of Assyria, daughter of Atargatis, born before Atargatis became a goddess.</span>TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-56106966350342394962019-07-04T12:41:00.001+10:002019-07-04T12:41:15.939+10:006.10 A Short Tale of Valiant Knights, Fair Princesses And Evil Dragons<br />
"Hey have you guys seen Cindy?", Jess inquired. Delilah who was half napping, half ignoring a black n white B-grade movie with her head in Evie's lap called back, "Yeah, she said she was in the garden for the afternoon."<br />
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Eve and Delilah talked quietly about the pros and cons of them having children, both of them really liked kids, but Evie already had more than a score of blood nieces and nephews, and didn't want to be tied down to her own children yet. Delilah finally agreed that the time probably wasn't right for them, besides, she only felt a desperate need to have her own child once or twice a week. The rest of the time she was focused on her lover, her career, and her household family, which included twins that she could kidnap any time she wanted. On the bright side, when she grew tired of them, she could always hand them back!<br />
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Jess looked out of one of the windows overlooking the gigantic garden. "Hrmm, I can't see her anywhere", Jess mumbled to herself before turning back to the snuggling couple in front of the TV. "If you see Cin, let her know I'm over the road, gettin' tricky for the children's ward." Jess asked Evette, referring to her now regular habit of performing for tips, and donating them to her favorite charity. <br />
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Jess didn't have to work that hard on her sleight of hand tricks, despite being midday, the sun was, as ever, too embarrassed to show its face to the public of Midnight Hollows and remained hidden behind cloud cover.<br />
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"Excuse us Vivacia, I need to discuss some other business with my friend, picture a card in your mind, and I'll be right back!", Jess explained to Vivacia, who had been 'oohing and aahing' at Jess' every trick for the last hour. </div>
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"So, the problem is that we are making more money from our home garden than some of the smaller commercial entities, and so they have complained to the council that we shouldn't be allowed to sell on a commercial market.", explained Cindy. "That and the fact that we grow and sell practically every kind of bean, mushroom, herb, spice, fruit and vegetable known to Sim-kind. They are trying to get laws passed to stop us.", Cindy continued.</div>
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Jess thought about the problem for a few moments. "I had that garden planted for my Dad, and when he moved out, you were given total control over its management, do you know why?", Jess asked her friend.</div>
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"Because I'm really good with plants?", Cindy asked, not entirely sure how Jess was providing a solution.</div>
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"Do you remember that practically indestructible cactus you gave me back in high school? It lasted twenty eight days.", Jess continued, "To say that I have a black thumb is an understatement". "Okay..", mumbled Cindy, still waiting for advice.</div>
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"Nobody knows that garden, or the local and commercial markets, or the competition, or the Ag committee better than you Cin, if you think we need to move the garden and go commercial, or just grow one thing, the that's the right choice.", Jess stated, hoping to boost Cindy's lagging confidence. "Just because you don't wear suits and ties to work like Eve and 'lilah, doesn't mean you aren't business smart."</div>
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When the spark of confidence reignited in Cindy's eyes, Jess went back to her one current steadfast customer. Jess watched Vivacia's lips carefully as she approached. Vivacia was clearly mumbling 'Queen of Hearts' over and over so she wouldn't forget her card. Jess flicked the whole deck into the air, except one card. <br />
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Jess practiced swapping out her wands to produce the right color flowers, it was much easier with her magician jacket to hide them in. Melissa and Nerissa played with Eddie and Edie and ignored the magic going on mere feet away. The first hundred or so ties had been fascinating, but for now there were more important things to focus on.<br />
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Eddie wanted to be the valiant knight on a quest to rescue the fair princess from the clutches of an evil dragon. Edie didn't want to be the fair princess, she also wanted to be the valiant knight on a quest to rescue the fair princess from the clutches of an evil dragon. Eventually it was decided that Melissa would be the fair princess in need of rescuing, Nerissa would be the fair but evil dragon, needing rescuing from her own evilness, and Eddie and Edie would work together to do all of the rescuing!<br />
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The cleverly constructed and somewhat democratically devised plan eventually fell through when they realized that had access to neither armor, sword nor shield, or any form of dragon breath. <br />
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<i>'Cousin and her husband are driving me round the twist.'</i></div>
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<i>'Spending all my spare time working on my tan, looking for my Dad's boat, or windsurfing.' </i></div>
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<i>'The windsurfer hire crew tell me I'm getting really good at it.' </i></div>
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<i>'To the point were I started trying some tricks.' </i></div>
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<i>'Mostly it ends up like this' </i></div>
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<i>'And this!' </i></div>
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<i>'Miss you guys, wish you could all be here.' </i></div>
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Meanwhile, back in Midnight Hollow, life dragged on at its slightly slower pace. Although for Eve, things were rocketing along, Eve had received a phone call from her older sister Sally. Sally's time in Simazonia was coming to an end due too impending war, and Sally's next job would be as a nanny/tutor in Bridgeport.<br />
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Unfortunately Sally had to start work the same day as her plane came in, so one of their brothers would collect her old jeep and drive it to Bridgeport. Sally promised to visit Midnight Hollow as soon as she could.<br />
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Eve had just worked her way up to new heights in her career, along with a healthy pay bonus, and
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When Delilah arrived home from work, Eve was standing next to a brand new SL65. "All those long hours you put in to make other people rich and famous, it's about time you treated yourself with something special!", enthused Delilah, referring to the new car. "I do, everyday!", replied Evie, referring to Delilah, as she wrapped her arms around her partner.<br />
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<b>Authors Notes:</b><br />
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See previous rants about how time consuming and difficult it can be to play long enough get enough caps for a chapter. RL time seems to move faster than in game time atm...<br />
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I have decided even if I have to steal crayons and toilet paper to draw stick figure cartoons, and scan and upload them at a public library, as well as imagine how the game might have played out if my laptop spontaneously combusts, or gets probed by aliens, this RLC will reach generation 10!TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-32184080356975702862019-07-02T07:22:00.002+10:002019-07-02T07:32:53.219+10:006.09 Notice me Senpai!Jessica returned home from another visit from the children's ward at St. James. She had finally been given permission to bring her rabbit into the hospital for a performance. Fluffy had entertained the children by leaping from Jess top hat and colliding with a trolley filled with colored jelly that had just been delivered by a nurse for the kids at the end of the performance. Another nurse standing by the door closed it just in time to prevent Fluffy from completing his escape routine and vanishing into the rest of the hospital.<br />
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Jess changed into some more comfortable clothes and after checking the twins were still asleep went to check the mail. Apart from the usual bills, and the regular collection of junk mail, Jess found a thick padded envelope with a Black Rock Islands stamp.<br />
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Jess spotted the ice cream truck at the other end of the street, at this time of night the driver was probably finished his run and was on his way home. Fortunately for Jess, it had been an unfortunately poor day for the driver. He spotted Jess and pulled up, hoping for a sale. <br />
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As she enjoyed the multi colored ice pop a small raccoon curled up for a nap practically on the doorstep. Jess watched the wild creature in fascination while she finished her treat. "Hey little guy, are you interested in a career in show business?", she whispered as she crept past and headed inside. "I know a little bunny that's about to be fired from the entertainment industry." <br />
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Jessica curled up in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace in a similar fashion to the small mammal that she had just witnessed napping outside. Jess peeled open the package of photos from Coral, and pulled out the nearly written letter.<br />
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Coral explained how she had camped out in an old hut by the beach on the first night dining on fish cooked over a campfire. At first light, Coral had set out to find her families old Winter house, where they had stayed when the ice had become too thick to live on the houseboat.<br />
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After Coral had trekked for several hours, she finally arrived to find the house was bigger than she remembered. Someone had expanded the single room on the second floor, and by its looks it was almost complete. <br />
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Apparently Coral's mother had given the house to her sister, a fact that Coral wasn't aware of, and her Aunt had passed the house on to one of her daughters. Coral's cousin Adalyn, and her husband Marku Stormcloud of the Shark Tooth clan were now the owners. Coral had come to the Islands expecting to have a house and a boat waiting for her, only to discover that her childhood home belonged to somebody else. Her father's boat that had been moored at the clan docks had broken from its mooring in a violent storm a week ago, and had vanished. <br />
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Adalyn offered Coral her old room for a few weeks while she worked out what she was going to do. It appeared that Marku wasn't overly impressed with the idea, but Adalyn pleaded until Marku relented.<br />
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Coral chipped in, sharing the cleaning, the cooking, and all of the other chores with Adalyn to 'earn her keep', as Marku put it. Marku fished, and occasionally repaired things. He spent the rest of his time watching TV and drinking beer, as everything else was 'womens work'. Coral couldn't see why her cousin put up with him. <br />
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"You have two more days, and then you need to find somewhere else, I'm sorry I did try to talk to Marku.", Adalyn informed Coral near the end of the fortnight. <br />
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Evie and Delilah celebrated their anniversary with dinner at a flash restaurant, a romantic movie at the cinema, and an extended make out session in the spa. <br />
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Jess had decided to give up on pulling live rabbits from her hat, instead she modified the hidden compartment in her top hat to conceal packs of colored pencils and multiple photocopies of rabbit coloring in pages.<br />
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Evie had worked her way up to black belt and her client / sensai suggested she was ready to start breaking blocks. She began with simple foam blocks until she was confident of her technique.<br />
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Evette worked her way through several kinds of wood, and stone. There was one challenge remaining. <br />
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Space rock, the final challenge. Evie measured her opponent. Had the irresistible force finally met an immovable object? Eve calmed her breathing and centered her focus, the space rock shattered into dust and the fragments scattered like rose petals on the wind. <br />
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Delilah had acquired another collection of Dr. Seuss books. </div>
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Soon, the twins were (with help) reading to Eve and Delilah. </div>
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After work at one of her less public locations, Delilah spotted one of the local paparazzi on the security cameras snooping around the gates of the warehouse. Delilah couldn't afford to spotted at a place like this, while her career was mostly honest, this was one of the times when she was dealing with some less than legitimate paintings.</div>
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Delilah shifted to her feline form and slipped away unnoticed by the newshound. Her car was parked two blocks away outside one of the legitimate art houses that Delilah sometimes worked for.<br />
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Jess dressed her girls in their warmest winter woollies. </div>
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"C'mon ladies, I'm going to take you to explore a magical place that grown ups call 'outside!', I'm sure you will love it!", Jess explained to Melissa and Nerissa. </div>
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Delilah tip toed across the back yard. Eve had been paying more and more attention to her training dummies than to Delilah lately, and she was a little jealous. Rather than start a fight over it, Delilah decided it would be easier to have Eve train her. Not only would she get to spend more time with her lover, but the skill set may come in handy one day in her line of work.</div>
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"Notice me Senpai!", Delilah squealed when she was a foot away. Eve rolled her eyes.</div>
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If there was one thing that she liked less than manga and hentai, it was memes!<br />
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Authors Note:<br />
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Black Rock Island -> <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/1kw6msx7o1v8vxe/Waikiki.rar" target="_blank">Latoyasims Waikiki 16.5mb Rar on Mediafire</a> <br />
Its a tiny empty island, but more colors than an explosion at a skittles factory! <br />
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I had an unrecoverable error12 and .Bad save in 'The Hollows', expect the next chapter to be full of time distortions...<br />
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As a last ditch attempt to stop this occurring, I did what any sensible simmer would do. I purchased all remaining Stuff Packs during the steam sale..... :P<br />
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I fully intend to remove all my CC, reorganize, and reinsert it as needed.. after finishing the legacy. TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-31937045046528954222019-06-29T06:05:00.000+10:002019-06-29T06:05:14.542+10:006.08 Double Double TroubleDelilah initially elected herself as primary carer for Jade the Emerald Boa, until the first time it fanged her hand when Delilah took her out to soon after feeding, after which it was decided that the responsibility was to be taken up by Cindy. Cindy who knew all about snake care from Coral, accepted the responsibility happily.<br />
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It was also decided that if the twins were awake, Jade was locked in her terrarium to prevent incidents.<br />
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Jess used her spare time to learn a few new tricks and to create variations of her old ones. </div>
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Three hours was a long time to be on stage without a greater assortment of illusions to have at hand. Apart from her passion for doing magic tricks for the children at St. James, Jess has also discovered that that passion extended to performing live on stage.</div>
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And she practiced her card tricks over and over.</div>
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Evie took up martial arts after one of her clients had shown her both the physical and mental benefits. <br />
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She did most of her workouts and training at home in secret, and only went to her clients Dojo when she thought she was ready for the next level. So far she had progressed quite well, and had managed to keep her new found hobby a secret. <br />
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Delilah looked from the window, watching her lover beat the snot out of the wooden training dummy, she returned to her book 'Famous Paintings: Facts And Forgeries', smiling at the thought that anyone might be able to keep a secret from her, especially Evie. Secrets were after all, Delilahs specialty, both finding other peoples and keeping her own.<br />
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Jess was on the fourth hour of practicing her prestidigitation routine when she spotted the T-Rex head, hanging on the upper wall of the play room, as the second garage had been affectionately nick named. It was placed above the lighting and barely noticeable in the shadows.<br />
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Delilah later smoothly explained that the dinosaur head was in fact a model replica that had been damaged and stored indefinitely, it had been cheaper for the museum to replace it than repair it, and Delilah had marked the exhibit as destroyed and absconded with the head, after clearing the action with the museum director, of course.<br />
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Delilah's boss had managed to misplace her keys again late at night, and again Delilah was summoned to the rescue. Evie who had been snuggling with her chin on Delilah's shoulder at the time, was certain that she saw the phrase 'box of gnomes' in the text, but didn't ask about it. Evie was starting to suspect that Delilah's career may not be entirely one hundred percent legitimate, but didn't want to start an argument without proof.<br />
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Jess took a moment out of her hectic baby care, magician, super mum routine to squeeze in some exercise, she was blessed with an elastic waist that had sprung back to almost her pre-baby size, but Jess had noticed in the mirror this morning that there were still quite a few pixels to get rid off to get back to her previous size. <br />
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When the twins woke up from their nap, Jess encouraged them to play with some toys to help them built skills for use in later life, Mel grabbed the peg box and quickly worked out which of the three pegs went where. For Melissa it soon became a game of not what pegs go where, but how fast she could put them in.<br />
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Jess picked Nerissa up and Melissa used the opportunity to scuttle across and savage the little wooden mallet. Jess held Nerissa up and gave her a gentle tickle, when Nerissa giggled Jess spotted the cause for the mallet's mutilation. "My baby girl has got her canines coming through, yes she has!", Jess cooed. As she lowered Nerissa back to the floor she spotted Melissa, also chomping on the wooden stick. Jess changed her statement. "My baby girls have got their canines coming through, yes they have!"<br />
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"Twins with twins, double the trouble", Jess muttered to herself, despite reminiscing about Mia. With those happy thoughts in mind, Jess sat at the computer to type up emails to Mia and Shelby, Emily and Dolly, her Grandparents Edward and Tamara, and several of her old university friends.</div>
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<b>Authors Note: </b><br />
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I typed this chapter up immediately after the last one, so nothing new to rant about for me. No news is good news, so they say!TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-66847760120395481242019-06-26T09:03:00.000+10:002019-06-26T09:03:01.977+10:006.07 The LookJess picked her phone up from the kitchen bench, the irritation that she felt from being interrupted in her developing routine with the babies soon faded when she realized Coral had sent her a multi media message.<br />
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HI GUYS. JUST ARRIVED @ BLACK ROCKS.</div>
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HOPE U HAVE GOOD WEATHER NOW.</div>
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HAVE BROUGHT HOLLOWS RAIN WITH ME.</div>
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WILL SEND BETTER PIX L8RZ.</div>
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MUCH LOVE. CORAL.</div>
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Cindy had practically evicted Jess from the house one evening, "You need some you time, and Melissa and Nerissa need some 'Hanging with Aunties' time, so shoo!", Cindy repeated. Evie and Delilah stood between Cindy and Jess, arms crossed, feet planted firmly, like bouncers at a night club. "You haven't been more than twenty feet from them since they were born, go treat yourself for a few hours.", Evie added. Evie had more siblings than fingers and toes to count them on, she knew how children could wear you down if you never stopped for rest.<br />
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Jess' housemates had repeatedly suggested that she go to the day spa, although Jess had decided that there was somewhere else that she would rather be than an overpriced day spa. She changed into her 'The Amazing Jess' outfit, and gently placed her hat on the passenger seat. 'Monsignor Flufflybutt Flufflestiltskin', her recently acquired, allegedly magician trained, and pre-named big white fluffy rabbit took the opportunity to exit the top hat and vanish under the passengers seat. Jess considered changing it to 'Attila the Bun', or maybe just a nice pair of gloves.While Jess was becoming a master of prestidigitation, 'Fluffy' was mastering the art of escapology. <br />
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Jess drove around town until she found a park that actually had people in it and wasted five minutes trying to coax 'Fluffy' from his hiding spot. Eventually she gave up and headed into the park with her bag of tricks and her charity tip jar, and without Fluffy.<br />
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Jess had gone through most of her routine without any sign of interest from the park visitors. The small family group had left without any of them approaching, and now only three other people remained. A very old man that she knew to be Lucius Hyde, former school teacher, who was very slowly chasing after a playful kitten that he called Magic. Jess knew the name of the woman in the leather jacket and baseball cap, who had been watching her perform from a distance, although the watcher's name escaped her at present.<br />
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The third person was a complete mystery to Jess, until that mystery introduced herself, "Hello, I am Shannan Riddick, local entertainment events coordinator for the Midnight Hollows town council."Hi, I'm Jessica Jettstar, or 'The Amazing Jess' when the hat is on."<br />
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"Yes I recognized you from a newspaper article about your fathers business in last weeks paper, I know you are a bit of a celebrity doing charity work for children, but I didn't know you were also a practicing prestidigitator.", Shannan explained. "I have need for someone like yourself, I had Emerson the Elusive Escapologist booked for seven until ten tomorrow night, but he seems to have been arrested with a large quantity of buzzweed, and hasn't been able to escape police custody. You can have his slot in the show if you want the gig." Shannan stated. </div>
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When Jess arrived home, her identical twin daughters greeted her with this look.</div>
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If Melissa and Nerissa had a fully established vocabulary, rather then being limited to 'muh-mah' and variations, there is a chance that the following conversations might have gone something like this.</div>
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Jess: "Hello sweethearts, oh my you look all worn out and ready for bed!"</div>
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Nerissa: "Of course we are worn out, you see how long you can last against the attack of hundreds of 'Here comes the claw!"</div>
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Melissa: "Not to mention the not stop tickling, I mean it was great at first, but after the third time I wet myself, jeez, enough already."</div>
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Nerissa: "Not that we aren't grateful for these cool Doctor Suess T-shirts that Aunt Delilah got for us."</div>
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Melissa: "Or the fact that she made Cindy and Evie read some Doctor Suess books to us."</div>
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Nerissa: "By the way, The Cat in the Hat is my favorite, and The Lorax is Mel's, you should read them both to us every night."</div>
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Melissa: "And please don't leave us alone again with these crazy ladies, who all talk in incomprehensible baby speak, at least not until we have had a full night's sleep."</div>
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Jess: "Hello sweethearts, oh my you look all worn out and ready for bed!" </div>
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Melissa: "Muh-mah!"</div>
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Jess: "Wow, those t-shirts are so cute, okay babies, time for bed." </div>
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It was nearly midnight and everybody was heading for bed when Delilah's phone buzzed. "For reals? 11.58 on a Friday night, your boss does understand you get weekends off right?", Evie complained. Delilah glanced at the message. "Yeah, she just got home and realized she had locked her house and office keys in the office. I'll rescue her and maybe take another step up the promotion ladder. Won't be too long.", Delilah told her lover as she grabbed her own keys and dashed out if the house. <br />
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Cindy woke up early to maximize her time in the garden for the day. Evie and Delilah had a dinner date, and Cindy would have the twins all to her self while Jess was performing her first gig, until then Cindy had hundreds of her own sprouts to deal with. "Oh my, look at you, haven't you grown up to be big and handsome.", she complimented the first plant in the row. "And how are we today? Oh dear, you seem to be attracting bad company, let me just set that weed on it's way shall I?", Cindy continued. And continued continuing until she had spoken to every plant and tree in the garden in a cheerful positive tone, including the lemon trees, who always had a sour attitude.<br />
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Jess arrived thirty minutes early, she had never performed on stage before. The stage props were very simple, her prop that she used for the trick known as 'The Swords Of Destiny', or if you had a really good microphone and sound system, 'THE SWOOORDS OF DESTIIIINYYYyyy..', and the two wobbly pre-programable spotlights bolted to the front of the stage. Jess had no idea how to program them, so she just pressed the button marked 'Default Show'. Her audience of two lingered by the stage, while Shannon sat at the back of the park, using the street lighting to read some trashy romance novel.<br />
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"Greetings and Salutations, I am The Amazing Jess!"</div>
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"I would like to start the show by using the old magician's standard, pulling a rabbit out of my hat.", Jess paused for effect, "But seeing as I couldn't even pull him out of the lettuce patch this afternoon, let me start with this!", she paused again.<br />
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The sound of horny frustrated crickets seemed to be even louder as one of the two spectators walked away. The other spectator took a moment for the joke to sink in before applauding if not furiously, at least in a manner suggesting that even if she didn't understand the joke, that the effort was appreciated. For the remaining two hours and fifty six minutes Jess performed to a captive and enthusiastic audience of one. <br />
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Jess even asked for her audience member to be a volunteer in her 'The swords of destinyyy' trick, an opportunity that her one present fan jumped at. If Shannan had of looked up from her book, she may have seen Jess perform the trick flawlessly. Rowena and Julio were naked under silk sheets after a secret rendezvous at her fathers mansion by the sea, there was no way Shannan was peeling her eyes from the current page.<br />
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After the show Jess got changed and went to meet her audience, without the flashy light show constantly blinding her, Jess finally recognized her fan as Lacey McRoberts, a former high school companion who had wanted to grow up to be a fashion model, but instead became a truck driver and later a transport company CEO. <br />
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"I remember seeing you do the chocolate coin thing in high school, and now here you are, live on stage, that's so cool, living the dream!", gushed Lacey. Jess knew that she had one chocolate coin left that hadn't melted under the mad wobbling of the stage lights and did the trick, handing the coin over to Lacey. Lacey clapped and cheered like it was the greatest thing ever.<br />
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Jess as keen to get home to her babies, but she still had a pocket full of butterflies, she hadn't released them during her act for two reasons, firstly they would be hard to see in this light at any distance other than on stage, and secondly that she was worried that they would fly straight into one of the the spotlights and get sizzled.<br />
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Jess astounded and amazed Lacey with the butterflies trick, and even some of the crickets halted their incessant cry for love temporarily, albeit the reasons for their silence was called Magic, it was cat related rather than Jess's butterflies.<br />
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The twins were learning to walk, and talk, and put odd shaped pegs in odd shaped places, as well as the peg box slots, and even how to make cool noises with a xylophone stick that the ball had long since been chewed off of. What they still hadn't learned was how to get more than twenty percent of their food in their mouths. <br />
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Jess cleaned up each of the twins as she set them free before she wiped down the high chairs, this was a lesson she learned quickly, meaning there was no longer also a need to clean baby mush off of the dining chairs, television remote, stereo or other random objects. Nerissa led the jailbreak in search of playtime. <br />
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As I (think I) mentioned in my last AN, Coral escaped her purge due to the game crashing before I saved those changes, so this time while I deleted most of her items and her car, and made her quit her lifeguard job, I have moved her to my secret dungeon location where I keep characters that I intend to use in upcoming chapters. Even though she won't be returning to the house, I have the urge to show off the Black Rock Islands (even if it doesn't in game yet), and have her at least send some more photos and messages back to Jess and Co..TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-86339246137913635622019-06-24T02:35:00.002+10:002019-06-24T02:35:17.012+10:006.06 Farewell Coral Seabreeze<span id="goog_772909849"></span><span id="goog_772909850"></span><br />
"Have you, uh, have you redecorated the nursery again?", asked Cindy as she scooped Melissa from her cot. "No, I'm pretty sure it has always looked like this since Coral moved upstairs into my old room.", Jess replied as she lifted Nerissa out. "I was sure there was more red and less pink.", Cindy mumbled to her self as the girls went through the very early morning diaper change and feed routine.<br />
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Several art galleries and private homes received an unannounced hooded visitor, who was quite skilled at bypassing burglar alarms, security cameras, and sleepy security guards.<br />
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Delilah crept through the fence after a long nights work, now, thanks to the hi tech scanner her boss had given her, she knew the authenticity of every painting in the town's art galleries, and had the information to reproduce them if required. <br />
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Coral's last day with the Midnight Hollow Lifeguard Association saw her standing guard over an empty public indoor swimming pool for her entire shift. Although Coral never complained, she would have rather been out in the wind and the rain on the beach with someone to watch over, rather twiddle her thumbs all day. <br />
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At the end of her lonely shift, Coral raced to meet her friends at the spring fair. Coral had resisted and form of going away party, and Jess had compromised by convincing the group to hand out at the fair instead. <br />
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Jess original intention was to practice her magic tricks in front of spectators, while Cindy looked after the twins. Jess cycled through her list of tricks, despite the fact that most people had already gone home. <br />
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"Hey, you are Jessica, from the Kids reading group at the hospital, yeah?", asked a voice from behind her. Jessica turned around expecting to find a reporter with a camera. They had been stalking her lately as if she was some kind of celebrity. Instead, she recognized Ben, father to one of the sick kids she had volunteered to read to. "Hi Ben, it's The Amazing Jess, you can tell the difference between the Amazing Jess, and the normal Jess, by the hat.", she flirted gently, pointing to her top hat.<br />
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"Well, The Amazing Jess, I'd just like to thank you for what you are doing with Joel, my.. boyfriend and I have noticed Joel's mood has improved a lot since you started reading to him, and he loves that chocolate coin trick.", Ben gushed, "So, um, Thank you!"<br />
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Jess groaned inwardly. 'Why are all the hot guys I hit on either villainous criminals, or already involved, or gay, or a combo pack?', she asked herself. "Actually Ben, you can thank me by being my volunteer for this one trick", Jess asked. "I want to make sure I know what I'm doing before I try it in front of the kids." <br />
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Ben stepped into the box. Jess brandished three flashy swords, drawing two spectators. She carefully slid the first sword into place, nearly having a heart attack when Ben yelled, "Hahaha, that tickles!". Being a musician, Ben was also used to performing for the crowd, and had decided to improvise his performance. Jess slid the next two swords in with similar comments from Ben, who was unaware that they actually now had an audience. <br />
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"And for being such a talented assistant..", Jess called out, as she made a chocolate coin appear. <br />
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"I'm out Jess, time for me to go see Joel, before I go, have you thought about using a tip jar when you practice in public, I have a label on mine that says all donations go to St James, Children's Ward."<br />
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Delilah's Boss had obtained a council contract to decorate the town with some 'authorized' street art, and the task had been handed down to Delilah. Delilah and Evie were already at the fair for Coral's going away not party, and used the opportunity to gain favor with the boss.<br />
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Jess waited patiently to extract her twins from the Werewolf and the Changeling. "Okay ladies, I'm starting to leak, hand them over.", Jess eventually stated.<br />
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Edward and Kim had dropped by earlier with best wishes for Corals journey, and now Jessica, Cindy, Delilah, Evie, Melissa and Nerissa gathered around Coral's old Volkswagon, which was packed to the gills.<br />
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<span id="goog_772909849">Due to a failed Save, the twins had to be reborn and the nursery redecorated, I was in no mood to attempt to recreate it from the photo as alt tabbing from the sims is a guaranteed crash for me. So yes Cindy, you spotted the time anomaly, I did warn everybody last AN that my game was likely to try and pull a swiftie....</span><br />
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<span id="goog_772909849">Hopefully Coral is saved properly in the SimBin for possible visits in the future, should I be so inclined. </span>TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-6915867901090999882019-06-20T15:49:00.003+10:002019-06-20T15:49:52.214+10:006.05 Whats Going On?"Unlike my good friend here, Miss yo-yo knickers, who can sleep with a dozen guys in a week and not get pregnant, It seems that my one peek into bedroom romance has gotten me knocked up!", Jess announced once her housemates had gathered.<br />
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"First of all, it's very unkind of you to say that I sleep with a dozen guys in a week!",Cindy interjected, pretending to look shocked, "When its well known I try to share myself equally between males and females."<br />
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"That dozen doesn't include battery powered or inanimate objects.", pointed out Delilah, who shared a bedroom with Evie almost directly below Cindy's. "And secondly, CONGRATULATIONS!", squealed Cindy ignoring Delilah and pulling Jess into a tight hug.<br />
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After everybody had hugged Jess, and the excitement had quieted down Coral asked Cindy, "So how is you can have so much sex and not get pregnant?". The room went quiet. Coral, whose picture could be used with the entry 'Prude' in the dictionary didn't ask questions like this.<br />
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The unflappable Cindy replied, "Simple biology, plant sims have a brain, lungs, and a circulatory system similar to all the other races, but our reproduction system is totally different to any other sentient biped. When we orgasm we drop a seed, male or female. If the seed is planted, their is a tiny chance that the seed may become a Plantsim, if it is, it 'absorbs' Dna from those it comes in contact with. Especially the harvester, who could be a complete stranger to the seed generator."<br />
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Coral's curiosity overcame her prudish nature, and she pressed further. "So your 'mother' might not be your mother?", trying to wrap her head around the concept. "Correct.", responded Cindy, not quite understanding the line of questioning.<br />
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"Although in my case the female Plantsim that raised me was also my seed generator, and Plantsims being raised by non Plantsim families is as common as single parent Plantsim family, which is far more common than a Plantsim being raised by two Plantsims, whether males, females, or a mixed couple.", Cindy added trying to cover all bases. <br />
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"Okay, any idea what that was about?", Cindy asked Jess after Coral had left the room. "I think she is re-examining her life, her mother has been admitted to St. James Simatarium with advanced Alzheimers, but don't mention it to the others, I only know because I heard Coral on the phone, and she doesn't want anyone to know yet.", Jess explained to Cindy quietly. <br />
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When Jess broke the news to Edward and Kim, she explained that she intended to use the old art room as a nursery, and that her father should take anything remaining that he wanted. Edward disclosed that all the art supplies and tools in the room now belonged to Delilah who used it for her work. <br />
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Jess and Delilah spent the next few days clearing the room, Delilah storing the things that she wanted to keep in the 'playroom', as the second garage had been dubbed, while the rest was donated to charity or binned.</div>
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Coral had dropped her night packing supermarket shifts to spend more time at the Simatarium. Each afternoon Coral would spend time reading and playing with the children and ending the night visiting her mother, who seemed to be more forgetful and disoriented each visit.<br />
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Jess decided to tag along one day, she told Coral it was to read to the
kids and to learn more about what was ahead for her, but secretly Jess
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Jess was more than half way along her pregnancy and it was still hardly noticeable. Except for the occasional bulge caused by fist or foot, the only obvious sign that Jess was pregnant was her increase in nesting habits.<br />
Jess decided that having her room on a separate floor to the nursery was a bad idea, and set the old art room as her own room as well as the nursery. Instead of doing the room in Hot Pink, which was her all time favorite color, she settled on red, it was a very neutral color for a Vampire nursery, and she wasn't sure if she was having a boy or a girl, or a ninja, it was hard to tell with all the punches and kicks. Cindy managed to find a crib that fit perfectly with Jess choice of decor.<br />
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"You know I get paid to do that? Wouldn't you rather be somewhere comfortable with your feet up?", Ezekiel, the most recent agency maid chided gently. "Mmm, on a beach in Tahiti, sipping spine reticulators!", responded Jess. "Just make sure to bring back all the washing for me to do, because that's my job.", he laughed. "I'll send you some daily Zeke, attached to a postcard. You are the best maid the agency has ever sent us!", Jess grinned.</div>
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Corals mother passed away, and the day of the funereal was as dark and miserable as Coral felt. Afterwards Coral told Jess that she had intended to leave the 'Hollow', after her mothers death. Jess convinced her to stay until the baby was born so that Coral night leave the 'Hollow' after a positive event rather than a negative one.<br />
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Jess was worried about Coral's state of mind after the loss of her mother and endeavored to build her friends spirits. Coral eventually revealed that she had intended to return to the Black Rocks to resume the fight against the old ones that were still carrying out attacks on her Fae kin. <br />
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Coral also revealed that she longed to find a man among her clan with which to settle down and start her own family, especially after watching Jess tummy grow. <br />
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When Jess realized that it was time, she was home alone. Delilah and Eve where out having dinner at a restaurant. Coral was at the hospital reading bed time stories, and Cindy was out somewhere maintaining her reputation as the towns resident nymphomaniac. She reached for her mobile phone and speed dialed her Father. "Dad, I'm in the garden and I need you!", she grunted. <br />
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"Be. Patient. You. Little. Monster!", Jess grunted. With each step she took, she felt like her spine was about to explode as she waddled out through the gate. </div>
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Random people outside the hospital began to panic as Jess waddled through the doors at St. James.'You idiots!', thought Jess, 'I am not really going to explode, it just feels like it!'. The panicking crowd made way for the grunting, waddling juggernaut. <br />
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"Melissa and Nerissa!', Jess beamed when she arrived home. "Although I don't know where they are both going to sleep." Cindy picked up her phone, "I'll have another crib delivered within the hour!", she advised.<br />
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"Cindy, its one A.M. on a Sunday morning, nothing is open.", Jess pointed out. "Ah, you seem to underestimate the power of my magical yo-yo knickers, and the fact that I know both the store owner, and his wife. Intimately.", Cindy stated. "Both of them? Intimately?", Coral mumbled to her self, she wasm't even sure if that statement shocked her anymore, when it came to the green nymphomaniac. <br />
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True to her word, Cindy convinced the store owner to deliver a second crib in less than an hour. The store owner's wife had added a package of diapers as well, which was fortunate as it was something that Jess hadn't thought about. "Okay Cindy, you better pass me Nerissa before Melissa drinks me dry.", Jess suggested.<br />
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By Tuesday afternoon the new nursery was ready, Jess discovered that although Cindy didn't want sprouts of her own, that her Plantsim friend was the cluckiest person that she knew. <br />
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"I'm actually qualified for Swedish, deep tissue, acupuncture, hot stone, romantic and erotic massage.", Cindy declared. "So if you have any post natal massage requirements, you just let me know.", she offered.<br />
Jess had already decided that two babies was enough for her, and was considering that she might possibly be better off with a girlfriend rather than a boyfriend raised an eyebrow and grunted. It was a thought that she decided to keep to herself for the moment. <br />
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Authors Note:<br />
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Okies, normally I'd rant here about lag and constant crashes and blah blah blah, but instead I am going to whine about stupid game limitations that TS3 devs actually thought about enough to put in game.<br />
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UL Backpacks: apparently my Vampires can't wear them because of their life state. What? The Vampires run so fast that the friction would cause the backpacks to spontaneously combust? Is this normal or just something in my game?<br />
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Pregnancy Restrictions: A pregnant sim can't do even simple magic tricks, I've never seen a deck of cards with similar health warnings as a pack of cigarettes. I can see it now.. 'USING PLAYING CARDS FOR MAGIC TRICKS WHEN PREGNANT IS HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH' or maybe 'PULLING RABBITS FROM HATS
WHEN PREGNANT HARMS YOUR BABY'.<br />
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I'm sure there have been a few more WTF? restrictions I've encountered recently, but these two really annoyed me enough that I was still thinking about them days later.<br />
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Comments and questions are ALWAYS welcome, especially if my storytelling leaves you with WTF is going on? moments :)<br />
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OysgMBo8Dlw" target="_blank">Youtube Leo Moracchioli - Whats Going On Cover (4 Non Blondes) </a><br />
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This guy is IMHO the greatest musician in the universe, and I listen to a lot of his covers while writing my chapters. The chapter title is almost always THE last thing to be added, and this song was in my playlist while I was writing up 6.05. As the story characters and myself experienced several "WTF is going on?", during the making of this chapter, I thought the title was a good fit. TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-51160428878662049432019-06-16T14:33:00.001+10:002019-06-16T14:33:47.517+10:006.04 Two Weddings And A Surprise AnnouncementJess slowed down as her home came into sight at last, as much as she had hated leaving campus, university life, and the friends that she had made there, she was glad to be finally home, and was looking forward to again seeing the friends and family that she had left behind for her education.<br />
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Jess shivered as she stepped out of her car, Coral's beetle, Cindy's sports ute, and Delilah's very expensive sports car that her grandmother had gifted her had been carefully parked to make space for her car. Sally's jeep that Evie had been given was absent however.<br />
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As Jess headed for the house to announce her arrival she heard loud live music coming from the second garage and changed direction. <br />
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Everybody welcomed Jess back to the 'Hollow'. It felt more like she had only been gone for a few weeks rather than a whole year. The girls spent the rest of the night catching up on Midnight Hollow and University Life gossip. Eventually Cindy pointed out that Jess' imaginary friend was still invisible and Evie asked if it was a trick, and suggested Jess had just paid some random girl at Uni to stand in for the photos. Jess had pointed out that Mia had met her dream boy, and that they would be dropping in to visit on the following weekend.<br />
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Coral hadn't really used her degree, she had been working three part time jobs, as a beach and pool lifeguard, a shelf stocker at a local supermarket, and as a animal wranglers assistant for the local council. Coral spent most of her spare time as a volunteer reader at the local hospital, although she had been trying to write a book about the Black Rocks, it really wasn't working out. <br />
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Cindy had taken the third floor and turned it into a bedroom, while the fourth floor, which didn't even have room for a single bed was turned into a repository for her Buzzberry plant. Cindy had turned the house garden into a very successful business despite the frequent cold weather. She took out business costs and then wages similar to that earned by Delilah and Eve, and put the rest of the income into a special savings account. Now that Jess was home, Cindy needed to talk about what they were going to do with all the simoleons in the group account.<br />
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Delilah and Evie had taken Edwards old room, as it was the only one with a double bed at the time, and while they had replaced the bed, they had left all of the original furniture in place, while adding a few of their own personal touches in the way of artwork. Eves work as a sports agent had her traveling out of town frequently, and although her sister Sally had left her a bright pink jeep, she was working hard to buy a car more fitting to image as sports consultant to the stars. Besides, Sally would return from Simazonia one day, amd eve was determined to return the jeep in the same condition that she had received it.<br />
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In the last year Delilah had gone from dusting frames at an art gallery to being the local Art Gallery owner's personal assistant, her job had her traveling to all sorts of unexpected places around the 'Hollow', as well as occasionally out of town. Delilah's maternal grandmother had gifted her with a sports car that cost three times more than Delilah would earn in a year. Delilah had paid for advanced driving lessons because she was afraid she might wreck the car otherwise. Even so, Delilah only took the car out on days when the weather was good.<br />
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Jess settled into her room at the end of the night, she contemplated how well life was going for her friends and herself, and she contemplated the big puddle of money that Cindy had earned, but had not felt entitled to. Jess remembered back to when the garden first came to life. It had been a group effort of her closest friends bringing other friends to help. Eve, Sally, Delilah, Coral, Cindy and herself had all maintained it before going off to Uni, as well as Kim and her father Edward, especially during the first year of further education.<br />
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Jess thought about ways to spend the simoleons that would benefit the people who had helped earn it. <br />
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Jess was still working on the best way to use the account a week later when Mia and Shelby arrived. <br />
Mia jumped out of Shelby's car proudly showing off her shiny engagement ring. "Wow, it's perfect, when is the wedding?", Jess asked enthusiastically. Mia's smile faded and Shelby stepped forward to explain.<br />
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"My mother makes your average control freak look like an indecisive pushover, she overheard me propose to Mia, and by the end of the day had sent out the first five hundred invitations, and booked half of Paradise Island for the venue", Shelby mumbled apologetically. "I doubt if I even know any one on her list."<br />
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"Which is why..", Shelby said as he dropped to one knee, "I am asking you to marry me here in secret with your friends this weekend, before, uh, before we get married next weekend." Shelby pulled out another ring. <br />
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Kim, who among many things, was also a registered celebrant, married the couple. Shelby and Mia had their first honeymoon in Midnight Hollow before returning to Shelby's mothers to get married... Again.<br />
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Over the next week Delilah and Evie whispered to each other about also having a secret wedding. Jess contemplated what could have been with deceased criminal Vampire Adonis. Coral thought about returning to the Black Rocks, and Cindy communed frequently with her Buzzberry plant, as well as anyone she could pick up at the local nightclubs.<br />
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<b>Authors Note:</b><br />
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To have this generation conform to the 'Marital Status' or 'Family Type' roll, Jess needs to either adopt or evict someone. Evie and Delilah are a couple, and Coral and Cindy are fantastic moral sparring partners, so the choice I have made, has been a difficult and drawn out process for me to decide who and how. This chapter has covered two weeks story time, even though it is less than 24 hours game time since Jess returned. (repeated technical issues). Time distortion issues may be apparent, especially in the way of sudden cloth changes and especially over the next few chapters. I apologize in advance for 'continuity' errors!<br />
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Also Buzzberry is the key ingredient in the adult 'Bubble' flavors, hence is illegal to grow without a special license. Which is why Cindy's Buzzberry is hidden away. <br />
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It felt like only last week that Jess had been in overdrive preparing for mid year exams, and now, final exams were fast approaching, Jess looked at her exam day schedule for the fifth time this morning. she only had to miss one and the whole year was shot down. <br />
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Study overload had caught up with Jess again, it was the last weekend before exam finals and Jess was in desperate need to blow off steam. Mia took her to the favorite pub, and then after a few drinks to unwind, on to -Tribal-, one of her Mia's favorite party spots. From behind her a deep voice, "Hemoglobin shooter, and another one of what ever the lady is having", the voice ordered the barman. </div>
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Jess looked up from the -Tribal- bar into a pair of the most intense blue sparkling eyes she had ever seen.<br />
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The handsome face was framed with long blonde hair, and his skin town was almost the same as hers. Jess spotted a pair of pearly white canines between the blood red lips.</div>
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Jess didn't believe in love at first sight, not even when she was sober, but the tall dark and handsome hunk behind her challenged her beliefs. Jess tore her gaze from his face long enough to thank the barman for the fresh drink and turned her bar stool for a better look at her mysterious benefactor. </div>
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"How about we head over to the bubble table for introductions?", suggested the Vampire smoothly. "I don't do bubbles, uh, well, I've never actually tried.", stammered Jess, sliding from her chair. "It's much quieter in the corner.", suggested the smooth Vampire as he took Jess' hand and lead her over to the bubble table.<br />
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Mia and the Vampires wing man looked at each other with an apologetic grin and followed feeling like third wheels "I'm Daniel, the wing man", offered the shorter male Vampire. "I'm Mia, the engaged and unavailable best friend.", Mia stated in a firm but friendly tone.<br />
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Before long the group was doing strawberry bubbles, and the Vampires wing man was frequently bringing fresh rounds of drinks to the table.<br />
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"This is my jam!", Jess cooed dragging Mia on to the floor for some girl talk. "So whadda you think, is he hot or what?", Jess gushed. "He is, and his friend is not to bad either, but I have plans with Shelby, I'm going to ask him to marry me, and live happily ever after. I'm not going to throw that away for a one night shag.", admitted Mia, who was far more intoxicated that she had ever been in her life. Normally Mia could drink all night and still walk a straight line, but she had never hit the bubbles this hard before. <br />
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"S'right for you!", Jess slurred as if trying to dance and talk was hard work, "You have a Shelby, I haven't had a boyfriend since..", Jess tried to count on her fingers,"Since never!", she finished. <br />
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"Aghhh, I gotta pee!", muttered Jess, staggering off to the toilets. Mia was about to follow her, as is protocol, when Daniel the wingman stepped up to her, "Hey this dancing thing looks like fun!", he said, taking Mia by the hand and twirling her. In her current state Mia was easily distracted and didn't notice as Jess' mystery Vampire followed her to the bathroom.<br />
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"I hope you don't have any regrets from last night?", asked Khalilah with concern. "When I found you on the couches this morning, you where practically half naked, totally wet and fully drunk. I put you little girls in your jammies, but you are both a bit big to carry upstairs and tuck in.", continued Khaly.<br />
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"Sorry Khaly, it was a totally wild party, and we had no energy left by the time we got home.", Mia apologized, even though she didn't remember coming home last night. "As long as your home safe, that's the main thing.", sighed Khalilah with relief. "Now John will be here with my boys in about twenty minutes, and I don't want my boys to think we run around this house all day in our underwear, even if we sometimes do, so shoo, go get dressed!", Khal smiled, even though she used her motherly authority figure voice. <br />
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"Hell, I can't even remember his name, just that he was so damn cute. One thing though, I'm not a...vegetarian any more.", Jess giggled. Mia gasped "You lost it to a guy whose name you don't even know?". "Hey, I'm sure I knew it at the time, but after he shagged my brains out..", Jess admitted.<br />
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"Should you be studying?", asked Jess, lifting her nose out of a text book. "Serio-lusly, gunna be a game dev dude! This am study!", Mia laughed. <br />
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"Wait was that Joanie, meek, mild, fun is a dirty word, boring is a standard by which to measure ones self Joanie?", Mia asked Jess as Joanie streaked by between them and Carlee. Carlee looked on in shock, not that someone was parading through the halls at high speed naked, she had seen plenty of that during the year, but Joanie was so square that her corners where sharp enough that you could cut cheese with them.<br />
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"Definitely one for the record books!", Carlee uttered as she headed for the diner room.<br />
"Caffeine overdose?", Mia suggested to Carlee. Carlee just shrugged, "Yeah, probably pre-exam temporary insanity."<br />
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"What are you working on?", Jess inquired, although Mia was on top of her schoolwork, Jess was concerned that she wasn't doing anywhere near enough study this close to final exams. "Ah, just some geeky game idea stuff I want to show Shelby when he gets here.", Mia answered, rubbing out a circle with her thumb and redrawing it elsewhere.<br />
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With two days to go before exams, the science faculty put in a request to the technology department to manufacture some complex replacement parts for their multi purpose, multi function, group research project machine, or GRP 9000. Mia and Jess both immediately volunteered to help in the process. <br />
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With final exams tomorrow everybody was dealing with the stress in different ways. Mia played games, and Jess reread every lecture note she had written for the year.<br />
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Halfway through the night the power went out. This was the absolute last chance to study before the morning's exams and the house was full of people pulling out there mobile phones to provide reading light.<br />
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"You go girls, Knock em dead!", Khaly chanted as Jess and Mia set out for the first exams of the day. "Thanks, best of luck to you too Khaly", Mia replied as she followed Jess out through the doorway.<br />
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Unlike Mia, who had a lengthy breaks between each of the three exams over the day, because of her double degree in Technology and Fine Arts, Jess' exams where back to back over the whole day. As one exam was finishing, another was starting, even with Vampire running speed, there was no room for error. Jess had to finish each exam early enough to get to the next exam room on time or risk being locked out and missing an exam.<br />
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Jess looked at the questions on the first exam, she rolled her eyes, she could answer all of the questions, go get a coffee and a croissant for breakfast, and still be at the next exam five minutes early. Hopefully the rest of the day worked out the same. <br />
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"Get your drink on now because once we hit -Tribal- tonight, dancing only, no drinking and definitely no bubbles.", Mia reminded Jess. Jess was hoping to see her mystery man again. Jess and Mia filed out the door with everybody else from the house, even Joanie, as they headed out for the night.<br />
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Jess headed straight for the bar upon arriving at -Tribal-. She spotted a familiar face in the barman and edged through the crowd to talk to him. He leaned in to take her order, "What'll ya have?", he asked. "Hey, I don't know if you remember me from a week ago? It was a dead quiet night!", Jess began.<br />
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The barman who didn't really have time to be overly chatty looked at her, "You and her, the girl with the blue bob?", he asked, spotting Mia at Jess' shoulder. "Yeah that's us, I was wondering if you've seen the guys we were with that night?".<br />
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"Yeah.What'll ya have?", said the barman flipping the days newspaper on to the bar in front of her. Jess caught the headlines. "Better make it a Black Mood, no make it a double, actually, make it a triple!", Jess said numbly as she recognized the two faces on the front page. The barman raised an eyebrow but mixed the drink anyway. Jess held the paper up so Mia could read the headlines over her shoulder. "Known Criminals Found Murdered. Police Have No Leads At This Time."<br />
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And uni is done! I usually lead all my pictures with text, but I didn't have any pictures left!<br />
So... I added some more CC, because I'm a CC junkie, and I got to get my fix. Knowing that adding even more CC was a masochistic adventure, I cleaned saves, tweaked settings and even deleted the world cache (after making a back up.) my Midnight Hollow_sims.package at the rime was 150mb, now it keeps swelling to 500mb plus. The end result was a major slow down of the game, even worse than usual.<br />
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Here's a breakdown of my average attempt to play the sims this week. Hit Play Sims 3 on steam list, wait 2 minutes, Hit 'Play Sims 3' on the sims three launcher, wait three minutes, see the Maxis logo pop up, wait three more minutes. Select a Save, wait 31.5 to 32 minutes for it to load. (Best load time ever-26 minutes). After my current save has loaded, it then takes an average of 90 - 95 seconds for the Nraas popups to show, telling me that EA SP is off, and Nraas SP is in. Sometime in the next 60 seconds, I can start accessing my slow motion sims. It seems to me that accessing the menu to change settings or edit my town has a 50/50 chance of causing my game to CTD at present.<br />
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I can deal with the slow motion, but the crashes before I can save the changes I've made for the story are rather aggravating. I really don't want to have to jump to a new world already as I have midnight hollow reasonably well set up for this generation. Fingers crossed, it sorts it self out, as I've checked every download with Custard, every package with Delphy's Dashboard, triple checked my settings, and done everything I can think of to make the game cooperate with my CC intact. TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-37484648809582811752019-06-09T21:08:00.004+10:002019-06-09T21:08:57.310+10:006.02 Hot Wings, Onion Rings, Tequila.Evie had her final client for the day cancel, she was tempted to go look for Delilah, but Delilah's job as one of many assistants to the Art Gallery owner's assistant's assistant, could have her at one of many different locations. Some days Delilah was mostly at the Wrensday Art Gallery itself, other times she was at the smaller Avante Garde Gallery, or at the library researching, or sometimes looking for records at city hall.<br />
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Evie knew that by the time she tracked Delilah down, Delilah would be on her way home from work anyway. Coral was at the beach working another life saving shift, and Cindy who had turned the house garden into a thriving business was away at market. Evie grabbed the mail from the mail box and entered the silent house to see what the post person had brought today. Evie was overjoyed to find a new letter from Jess and Mia, and didn't bother to wait for everyone to come home before she opened it to catch up on the news. <br />
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Leisure day rolled around and everybody took a break from their studies for day, Mia played gnubb with Nicole, soccer with Kerry, and horseshoes with Carlee. Carlee had grown up on a horse ranch and was an experienced player.<br />
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Mia had developed an obsession with a computer game called 'Sims2020'. "Seriously Mia, I don't know how you could waste a whole night playing with little pixel people!", Jess gasped when she discovered Mia still playing at three in the morning. "But look, I have made a family with you and me and Coral and Delilah and Eve and Cindy in it, look there's a sim you there!", Mia said proudly.</div>
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"Good thing there is a few computers in there, I think Mia is addicted to that game. She has been on it all week." Nicole pointed out to Carlee. <br />
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Carlee missed her parents ranch and amused herself by playing in the fallen leaves the same as she had done at home when she was younger. She stopped when she realized Khalilah was watching her play. "I suppose you think that's pretty childish, huh?", asked Carlee, who was a little embarrassed.<br />
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Khalilah shrugged, "Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional.", Khal smiled, "I'm just hoping all these leaves are still here when my hubby brings the kids this Saturday."<br />
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Rachelle reached down and picked up the book from the floor where Jess had dropped it. Jess' eyelids flickered as the movement woke her up. "I'm sorry Jess, I just came in to see if you had time to give me those guitar lessons, but if you need to sleep..", Rachel apologized.<br />
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"If you get half as good with a guitar as you are with kitchen utensils, you'll be legend in no time.", Jess encouraged enthusiastically. <br />
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Mia added archery to her list of hobbies when she had discovered her boyfriend was into it, although she was going to need a lot of practice to be as good at it as Shelby.<br />
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Sunday is 'Mumma's Day', and everybody creeps around the house until nine in the morning. Khalila goes home to husband and two young children every second weekend, on the alternate weekend, her husband puts the two sleeping sons in the car before sunrise and travels the distance to bring 'Mumma' Khaly her boys. Every second sunday is officially 'Mumma's Day', and nobody makes a sound.<br />
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Jess calls her dad during the day, then makes another call to her friends, which is put on loud speaker. The conversation is mostly small talk, Mid year exams are over without much fanfare, and Jess and Mia are waiting on results, but both are expecting to pass flying colors.<br />
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"I think I need to party a little, not a lot, just a little to celebrate top grades, you know?" ,Jess suggests to Mia. Mia, who had known Jess all of her life, had expected Jess to be more of a party animal at uni. Instead Jess was more subdued and studious on campus. "I know just the place!", Mia grinned, "A quiet friendly place for some relaxing entertainment, just what you need right now!" <br />
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Mia took Jess to a quiet pub, it had two main rooms, each with its own bar. Generally most of the regulars sat in the main room, watching sports on the many TV's and talking among themselves. The two girls went to the other room and played on the small pool table.<br />
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After Jess had lost two out of three games, Mia whispered into Jess's ear, "I'd love a Spline Reticulator, but even though I'm over the age limit, I don't have any ID. Help a sister out?". Jess went and ordered two drinks, and after loosing another game of pool, she got two more. And two more. And two more. And two more after that.<br />
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"Aaaah, my head is killing me!", groaned Jess the next morning, "How could you possibly eat spicy hot wings for breakfast with a hang over like this. "The take home bottle of Tequila you insisted the barman sell us at closing time has completely incinerated my taste buds so I don't fear the wings. Besides who are you to dis the wings when you have onion rings and chili sauce?", Mia laughed. <br />
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"Oh god, I think you are about to witness a soggy rainbow of onion rings and Tequila", Jess burbled as they worked their way to the first class of the day. "Hey I did try to get you to slow down, little miss just one more!", Mia responded. <br />
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The following day Mia looked for Shelby in the crowd but was unable to find him. One of Shelby's geek friends informed her that their had been a family tragedy and that Shelby wouldn't be back until the next week. <br />
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<b>Authors Note:</b><br />
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I had a few shot's I took in Midnight Hollow that I wanted to use in advance for 6.01, 6.02, and 6.03. I managed to delete half of them, so whoops. I had intended to go for a 70/30 balance of what was happening at uni, and what was happening back home in Midnight Hollow at the same time. Hopefully the story that I have concocted makes sense. I had to completely rewrite the text for the last photo as I realized a glaring continuity error in that Mia had changed her clothes in the five second lapse between shots, so I have to move what was going to be the closing shot for this chapter forward to the next.<b> </b>TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-43353525773239037612019-06-07T08:22:00.001+10:002019-06-07T08:22:30.598+10:006.01 And Here Is The NewsJessica had assumed that Mia in her human form would be shy and nervous around people. The real Mia was far from timid, which brought forth a sigh of relief from Jess. Mia was far more observant than Jess had ever given her credit for, and her ability to impress herself upon people and fit in with new people amazed Jess.<br />
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Mia flitted around the room introducing herself to new people as Jessica watched on in amazement. Jess had had some doubts as to whether or not bringing Mia to university life immediately after granting her wish to become real was a good idea or not. Watching Mia make friends at a rapid rate dissolves any last niggling worries.<br />
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Mia even managed to ingratiate herself with the bitchy, stand-offish types, of which there appeared to be a lot of at this years meet and greet.<br />
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Just as Mia and Jess were prepared to go inspect their accommodation, a portly guy in a mascot uniform introduced himself to Mia. "Hi, I'm Shelby Sullivan, could you imagine a world where we were friends?", he asked cryptically, putting emphasis on certain words. Jess waited forty five minutes until Mia and Shelby finished their 'introduction'. <br />
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"He is so dreamy!", Mia burbled as she skipped along behind Jess who was following the map. "Did I mention that he is a real doll?", giggled Mia. "Hrmm, can I borrow your hands, I seem to have run out of fingers to count the times.", Jess laughed back. Secretly, she was a little annoyed, Jess was at uni for the second time, and Mia who had been real for two minutes already had a sweetheart. Any thoughts of jealousy soon faded when she realized where she was standing.<br />
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This is the same house as she had stayed in last year. The house was currently empty, although as she climbed the stairs she noticed that all the bedroom doors on the second floor had had name tags taped or otherwise stuck to them. The only available room was the one formerly used by Cindy and Coral. Jess swung open the door.<br />
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Other than dust free, the room was pretty much as she remembered it, Cindy's Buzzberry plant was even still here. It looked as if someone had been watering it, and helping themselves to the berries and leaves, but it was still here!<br />
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"Hey guys, I just got a text from Jess!", Coral announce, "You'll never guess where she is staying!"<br />
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Coral read the message out loud detailing the accommodation and the fact that Cin's Illegal Buzzberry was still there, and the fact that it was a lovely warm summers day, compared to the cold wet 'Hollow'. The section regarding her old childhood friend Mia, that she was referring to as cousin Mia started an intense discussion among the group. <br />
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Coral showed the picture around as the discussion rolled on. "Who is Mia?", Coral asked. "When we were younger she told us that her doll talked to her and even moved around but nobody could see it but her.", Evie began to explain. "Yeah, and you told her she was 'bat shit crazy', I remember because Sally threatened to wash your mouth out with soap!", interjected Delilah. "I believed her because I knew somebody that said it happened to them and then the imaginary friend was made real.", Cindy interrupted.<br />
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"Anyway.", Delilah took back the tale, "Because her father had this secret fear of transforming into a cannibal monster, she kept it quiet after that". "What are you talking about?", Evie butted in. "Where did you hear that?", Cindy asked in shock. Cindy had always had a secret crush on Edward growing up, and to hear that blew her mind.<br />
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"Look I hear things, you know, cat form, people say things in front of animals that they wouldn't say in front of people, anyway, I knew she was going to try give Mia a real form, she needed my help finding some of the ingredients for the formula.", Delilah continued to explain. "Whatever mental issues Jess' Dad had has been cured, but that's why he freaks out when there's more than two or three people standing near him, even us, but it's totally a secret, if anyone leaks it bitches, I'll wreck you!", Delilah growled fiercely. <br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;"><i>Left To Right: Joanie Arc, Kerry Good, Carlee Beauty, Mia Salter, 'Mumma' Khalilah Sanders, Rachelle Luna, Nicole Lawry. P.S. first day here is 26 degrees, Miss you all back in the Hollow, Don't miss the weather!</i></span></b><br />
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Jess rang Kim and Edward to notify them of her arrival and settling in, though she failed to mention anything regarding Mia. Her research so far had not been able to find any relevant information on the legal status of imaginary friends turned real.<br />
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Jessica watched as Mia devoured book after book at amazing speed, her appetite for learning easy outpaced the Vampire who was here doing a double degree. "Wait, are you reading recipe books?", Jess asked after a solid night of study. "Yes I am.", Mia stated simply. "If I can learn how to be a good cook, I can then teach Joanie how not to burn everything, or what amounts of ingredients to use. The kitchen smells terrible every time she tries to make or cremate something and it makes me want to vomit."Mia explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Jess grinned, "It does, doesn't it!".<br />
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She had also recently discovered comic books, and took some time out to read the latest "Chronicles Of Simzilla", #141, that she had purchased from 'Keiths Comics', after a class there.</div>
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Jess was able to keep up with her heavy class schedule, there was only one class conflict, and she alternated between the two after explaining to her lecturers, who didn't care as long as she kept up with both classes. Jess thrived under the pressure of juggling both degree at once. Mia kept meticulous notes for Jess on the Technology classes that she missed due to her schedule, and Jess got her missing Fine Arts notes from Rachel who was primarily studying to become a chef.<br />
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"Hey wake me up if the lecturer ever shows!", Mia asked as she napped through a class without a teacher. <br />
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Eventually Mia grew bored and took over the class herself in her own peculiar quirky way, she covered the material that she had read ahead on in the text books, and gained popularity with many of the students who though she was far more entertaining and educational than the missing lecturer.<br />
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Jess and Mia went to Steve's Gym, not only did Steve give Jess an extension on her free platinum membership, recognizing her from the year before, but he gave Jess 'Cousin' a free platinum as well. "I'm in a good mood, 'Rick the dick' just got arrested and sent to jail for selling steroids. He has been bad mouthing this place for a while. Oh and if you see your friend with the noodley arms, Cindy was it? Tell her lift record still stands here!".<br />
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Mia worked on her cardio, "I am going for a long bike ride with Shelby on the weekend, and I've never ridden one before, so I think I need to build up to it.", Mia explained.<br />
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Jess was happy that Mia had found a soul mate so soon, while she herself had never found a guy that did it for her. She sunk herself back into her studies.<br />
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It was time for Jessica to call or send her weekly text to her Dad, and to her friends back home. She put down her text book and flicked the TV off just as the voice over announced "And here is the news!". The last month had been pretty boring, Mia had gone out to a few parties, mostly with Shelby, but Jess had stayed home and studied, while she was still holding top grades in both courses, it was time consuming work to do so. She narrowed down a small group of images, added text, and sent them off.<br />
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'Noodley arms!!!!' - I finally use the word 'noodley', after reading it on SlashBangHorror's (Toolsie) 'The McKracken Legacy' @ Toolsieplaysthesims3.blogspot.com</div>
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It was intended to be used in "Do you even lift?", but some how I published without using one of the coolest words in the universe! Thank you again to Toolsie for bringing this awesome word to my attention!</div>
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Jess's Double degree will be spread over three chapters, while I usually enjoy the first of the two weeks in-game time at uni, the second week is usually a boring trial of trying to keep grades up while constantly being invited to parties that do not happen, you get a reminder text an hour before the party starts, but does the sender of said text ever remember to show up? Of course not.</div>
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Also, graduations are borked, with both times Jess went to uni, she didn't officially graduate until after she had arrived back in Midnight hollow. Because of this I intend to buy her third degree with life time points and just pretend she did a double degree rather than do Uni three times in a row to achieve the Generation Goal.</div>
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TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-87083292444518968852019-06-05T04:08:00.001+10:002019-06-05T04:08:34.763+10:005.14 Generation 4 Rolls Revealed<br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">4th Generation - Edward Jettstar, Isabelle Salter</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">MS: Single Parent</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Kids: 1 - Jessica</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Jobs: Fishersim</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Gen Goal - Dead Beat Parent</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Misc Fun - Live Your Trait (artistic)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Edward's traits - Loner, Neurotic, Angler, Grumpy, Artistic.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Edwards LTW - Perfect Aquarium - Achieved</span></b>TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-44492907664272806072019-06-05T04:07:00.001+10:002019-06-05T04:07:38.163+10:005.13 My Much Older Cousin"So now that you are home, what are you plans for the future?", Kim asked Jess. Jess considered the question, she also considered the fact that while Kim had made eye contact while asking the question, Kim was now looking at her father, who was looking back at Kim, and they were smiling. Jess was tempted to ask Kim and her father 'Now that I am home, what are your plans for the future.'<br />
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"I'm not quite sure yet.", Jess answered honestly. "It's funny, when I first left for uni, I really missed home. But now that I've completed a degree, and am back at home, now I miss the uni lifestyle and the friends I made there". Jess watched closely to gauge their reactions. "I can relate to that.", said Kim, "I did two degrees back to back in my younger days, and then went back again when one of those degrees became obsolete.", she explained. "And then I went back again to do a Forensics degree before applying to the police academy. Anyway, back to the original question, do you have plans?", Kim continued.<br />
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"I graduated with honors, so I could probably walk into any medical or science job in town if I wanted. I don't really want to be a doctor or a scientist, I'm still not sure what I want to do, in fact before the exams, I even asked myself why I chose Sci-Med.", Jess explained, more to Kim than her Dad, who hadn't said a thing for the entire conversation. And Dad was gazing at Kim like a love sick puppy, and although Kim was clearly paying attention to her, it was divided.<br />
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"Alright, clearly something happened here while we were away at uni, so spill the beans, what's going on?", Jess asked her father, although she already had a fair idea. "Kim and I have been, uh, dating since you left, and I, um, that is we, uh, Kim?", Edward mumbled through his childish grin looking to Kim to explain. <br />
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Cindy was packing the most essential items to take home when she noticed a blonde woman in a trench coat and fedora slip through the gate and tip toe around behind the shed. 'P.I. or Paparazzi, dressed like that it's one or the other.', thought Cindy. Cindy quietly waited in ambush between the two sheds and waited in the shadows cast by Edwards fishing boat. Eventually the woman slipped around the corner and moved along the wall, looking for a good spot to spy on the house.<br />
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"Hoping for a nice juicy expose for The Midnight Hollow Enquirer, The Midnight Hollow Star, or are you freelance?", Cindy asked quietly making the reporter jump. "Katherine Underwood, Freelancer.", the reporter whispered back. "Although, if I can get the scoop on the chief of Police's new romance, I'll have a job at whichever paper I want.", Katherine added with a smug grin.<br />
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"With a pretty face like yours, you could go all the way to news anchor in no time I bet!", Cindy purred as seductively as she could. "Come back her into the light so I can get a better look at you while I give you all the juicy gossip and bawdy details on Chief Diffy's naughty new lover.", Cindy used her finger to beckon the snoop as she spoke.<br />
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The novice reporter did as she was bid, and Cindy moved in like a lioness hunting it's favorite prey. Cindy leaned in as if to whisper the gossip into the reporters ear. The reporter put her pencil to pad, ready to catch any useful snippets. "They met on a cold foggy morning by a lake. They almost bumped into each other they were so close, and the fog, the fog was thick", Cindy started to explain, using the most alluring voice she could muster, she licked her lips carefully and leaned in even closer. <br />
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"Their eyes met, then locked.", Cindy continued , taking the opportunity to lean directly in front of Katherine as she narrated. "And then, realizing that they were two souls as one, they kissed, a simple soft kiss, like this.", Cindy purred, pressing her lips against the reporters.<br />
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At first the reporter was shocked, she didn't even attempt to resist the gentle kiss, but after a few moments she tried to gently pull her head away from this lovely green enchantress, er, source. The longer she hesitated, the harder it become. And then she didn't want to resist. How could she even think of offending this wonderful woman who had just given her the most beautiful gift ever. She sighed deeply, knowing that what she had found was pure, and that she would do anything to please this green goddess.<br />
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Cindy kept her lips pressed to the reporters a little longer, she so desperately wanted to high five herself right now, but she needed to make sure her flower kiss was in full effect. Cindy reached into her school bag and pulled out her sketch pad. "You are so beautiful in this light, may I sketch you?", Cindy asked innocently.<br />
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"Anything, anything you desire, name it and it is yours.", Katherine responded dreamily. "My only wish at present is to sketch your beautiful face and glorious naked body so I may have a reminder of our meeting", Cindy lied smoothly. <br />
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Cindy, who was quite practiced at sketching nudes, quickly captured every detail, and held it up to show the reporter her likeness. "Your talent knows no bounds, you have captured me perfectly!", Katherine gasped. 'Yes, yes I have, and my plan was to catch, tag, and release, so let's get you going', thought Cindy struggling not to laugh. "Quickly, get dressed, I think someone is coming!", Cindy whispered urgently, she raced across to the corner and peered around it for a moment.<br />
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Taking the redressed reporter she lead her by the arm through the shadows back to the gate. "You don't want to get caught here, not by the police chief, imagine how much trouble you would be in. Breaking and entering, trespass, and who knows what else?", Cindy suggested in Katherine's ear. "No, no, that would be horrible, and think how much trouble that could get you into as well, I'd never want to do that to you, not you of all people!", Katherine whined quietly.<br />
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"Ohh, you would lose your sketches forever!", gasped Katherine, "That would be terrible, I'd be so sad!"<br />
Cindy paused for a moment before throwing down her last card. "I have a wonderful idea!" she said cheerfully, watching Katherine's mood swing along with her voice. "Do a story on Edward Jettstar, the Chief's friend who lives here, and about what a wonderful hardworking father he is, and how his business benefits the community, although.", suggested Cindy, lowering her voice again. "You probably should come during the daytime and use the doorbell, and ask for an appointment at a time that suits him. Oh, and it might be best if you pretend you never met me!", she added<br />
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"Thank you, oh thank you so much, you are so kind! That is a wonderful idea", Katherine gushed as she slunk out the gate and walked back to her car a block away. "Oh, the Jedi mind trick ain't a thing compared to my high powered flower kiss!", Cindy congratulated herself for getting the snooping reporter off of the property. She reset the lock on the gate as she let herself out and started walking home. 'Damn, I should have gotten her to drive me home!', Cindy thought.<br />
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"Hey Jess, sup?"<br />
"I'd love to hang but I'm at, uh work!"<br />
"I was actually on my way to your place this morning and I went to make inquiries here about some part time work."<br />
"They needed someone to start immediately. Yeah four days a week, Beach lifeguard, I missed the ocean while I was uni, and this will give me time to think what I want to do with my degree, yeah okay, eight hour shift, so tonight yeah? kay."<br />
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"Look Rando, I have an hour left on what has turned out to be an extremely boring first shift, so if you don't plan on swimming, maybe you should just go home and mooch an apple.", she growled at the random horse who had just tried to nibble her shirt a fourth time. The random horse gave Coral a look that anyone who had any sort of equestrian experience would have probably interpreted as "Who the hell is Rando?". It did take her advice eventually though and went off in search of food. <br />
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"Hey, I found another chocolate coin behind your ear! And when are you moving in?", Jess asked after discovering that her father and Kim were finally admitting that they intended 'shacking up' together a few days ago. "I don't think I will be, I think your father wants to move in with me and give you the house which I think is a brilliant idea, but he won't commit to when, you know how he hates change.", Kim explained.<br />
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"Not even a hello kitty, dogbreath?", Delilah jabbed at Eve as she arrived at Edwards house. "Sorry, I was distracted, I have a job interview at eight in the morning, and because Mum insists I stay on the reservation and help look after the new litter tonight, I'll have to be up at half past five.", Evie explained, looking up.<br />
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"Sucks to be you, sweetheart.", laughed Delilah, leaning in and kissing her partner on the cheek. "My interview isn't until nine, which means I get to sleep in to quarter past eight!", Delilah grinned.<br />
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"Is that a forty eight year old bottle of 'La Vida Dulce'? asked Jess, staring at the bottle in front of Kim. "It is, an old friend of mine bought several crates, only he convinced them to add a hint of plasma fruit juice to his batch. I've had this bottle for nearly forty seven.", Kim stated. "I wanted to wait until it was fifty years old before opening it, although I have been tempted on a few occasions to open it early. Your father and I have been officially dating since you girls left for uni, so today is our one year anniversary. Delilah got the job that she applied for this morning, and I'm thinking of maybe retiring as police chief and running for mayor, so I have plenty of reasons to celebrate!", Kim added. <br />
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"I have my apprentice doing all the orders tomorrow, I think am ready to make the move.", Edward told Kim. "Wonderful, another reason to celebrate!", smiled Kim.<br />
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"I can't believe you are running away again!", Evette raged at her older sister. "Running away, I have never ran from anything in my life, ever, where the hell did you get such a crazy idea Blinky?", Sally said, trying to keep the building anger from her voice. "Are you serious? You run from the reservation and family every chance you get, do you really hate us that much?", Evie stormed.<br />
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"Is that what you think pup? Is that really what you think?", Sally responded in a calmer voice.<br />
"What else am I supposed to think, feel free to set me straight if I have it all arse about!", fumed Evie.<br />
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"The very first time I left the reservation, I was looking for something better for our people, and every other time since then, it's been for the same reason! The elders want us to live in the stone age behind the fences and ignore the rest of Simnation. They won't except any new ideas or change their ways, and their ways are causing our people to stagnate!", Sally explained trying not to let her anger at the elders wash over to her sister.<br />
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"But, but, you work on the res as a teacher, surely that's doing some good?", Eve asked, understanding Sally's view. "The elders gave me an ultimatum, resign my teaching position or be fired and exiled. It would break Mum's heart, so I resigned and took the job with 'Teachers Without Borders' in the Simazonian jungle. They at least want to move into the current century!", Sally explained.<br />
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"Hey guys, what's new?, I've been wanting to catch up with both of you.", Jessica greeted her friends. "Delilah's not allowed on the res because she's not a wolf, so we are going house hunting to see if we can get a small flat or something.", Evie said. "Yeah, that and the fact that Kim and your Dad have been bonking like bunny rabbits since he moved in, I need somewhere a little quieter!", Delilah laughed.<br />
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Evie and Delilah looked at each other with a grin. "Rent free, and split the bills, I know you both got jobs.", Jess asked sweetening the deal. <br />
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Jess pulled the car over outside Midnight Hollow, "Fingers crossed!", she said handing Mia the formula, Mia downed it without hesitation. "Hrm, I don't feel any different.", stated Mia. "Absolutely no DifFeRenCe AAAt aLL! OH WOW!!!!", she giggled as the formula took effect.<br />
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The next afternoon they arrived at uni and Jessica led Mia straight to administration building. "Jessica Jettstar and my cousin Mia Salter.", Jess stated confidently to the receptionist. The receptionist tapped the name into the computer and spent a brief moment browsing. "A returning honor student, and I see this year you are going for a double degree, very brave!", the receptionist said admiringly. "Sign this, here, here, and here, and you are good to go.<br />
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Jessica signed the form as the lady typed Mia's name into the computer. The receptionist frowned, "No record found, well that's unexpected.", she told Jess. "Mia Salter, M.I.A...", Jess began. "Yes, yes she is M.I.A. no record found.", repeated the receptionist, "No application, no pending notes, absolutely nothing.", the receptionist confirmed.<br />
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"But that can't be, I helped Mia with the application and mailed it off together with mine!", Jess lied smoothly. "Mia's parents just died in a horrible fire, poor girl doesn't even have a home to go back to if she doesn't get in!", Jess continued the facade, "I know it's absolutely last minute, but surely there's something we can do for her."<br />
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The receptionist looked left, then right, to make sure none of the other staff members were paying any attention. "The government funds a dozen places for last minute full fee mature age students, and the university keeps the money weather they fill those spots or not. If I accidentally miss-typed her date of birth, she would have access to one of those spots.", the receptionist explained conspiratorily.<br />
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"I'm sure my much older cousin would like to do that.", Jessica nodded her head and pulled out her education account bank card as if she was fully unaware of the mature age positions and hadn't already done the research on them. <br />
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Jess and Mia followed the map to their dormitory. Jess looked up with a smile when they arrived. "This is the same building we all lived in last year!", Jess explained to Mia enthusiastically. <br />
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<b>Authors Note:</b><br />
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Although Jess should technically have been handed the legacy reins during the last chapter, because of the rolls, I decided to hold off until now.<b> </b>I had some mad lag / freeze / slow motion issues that caused this chapter of Edwards generation to take 3 play sessions to complete the screencaps, I had another half dozen shots in mind, but I am far to impatient to spend days playing for one or two caps :P<br />
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I used NRAAS MC to reset the whole town which was over 20,000 objects. It may or may not have responsible for the loss of all the family cars except Kims reward police car. I wasn't in the mood to spend a few hours try to get the right shade of pink for Jess's car, so next time you see her driving, It'll be a shiny new car! I only have about 90 CC cars to choose from. The reset for the most part has cleared some of the issues. <br />
<br />TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-37488268513224495192019-06-03T14:49:00.003+10:002019-06-04T03:35:37.251+10:005.12 Do you even lift?Evie convinced her friends to check out the local gymnasiums, Naomi had recommended 'Steve's Fitness Center' as the only one worth visiting, and the girls began their Saturday morning by checking it out. Delilah and Evie found a pair of running machines close together and chatted while they worked out. Coral and Jess went for an aerobics workout, and Cindy homed in on the last available strength workout station.<br />
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Cindy noticed several marks on the side of the weight stack, the lowest two read Olympic Record - Raw, and Olympic record - Assisted. Cindy slid the pin in several slots above the third user added mark and prepared to lift.<br />
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A huge man blocked her light. "A pretty little thing like you oughta go easy, you have it set just a shade lighter than the gym record, which also happens to be my personal best.". Cindy glared at him,l this wasn't her first lift. "Better yet, if you really want to get all hot and sweaty, we can go downstairs to the change rooms and I can give you a 'special' personal workout.", the man mountain leered.<br />
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At the reception desk, one of the employees placed a call to Steve in the upstairs office. "Yeah boss, 'Rick the dick' just got in and he is harassing some new chick!", "That asshat is going to get me closed down, I'll come deal with it.", Steve sighed.<br />
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"Mmmm", sighed Cindy, licking her lips, "Normally I just love me some big dick, but I am going to have to decline, despite the fact that I think you are probably the biggest dick I've ever met.", Cindy said in the sultriest voice she could summon. The giant bodybuilder was about to retort with a far less witty comment when the manager arrived.<br />
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"Is there a problem?", Steve asked, knowing full well there was. "Nah, I was just bein' friendly and pointing out that she had set the weight too high, there's no way such a scrawny chick like her could lift that much. She's just wasting time there, while other people could be doing some real lifting!", Erick complained.<br />
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"The setting is just fine, and who are you calling scrawny?, I can lift this easy you steroid junkie!.", fired back Cindy, who had switch from flirt mode to stomp mode. "C'mon guys, surely we can settle this in a civilized manner.", whined Steve, who didn't want to be beaten up by either.<br />
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"Sure, If she lifts it first go, I'll apologize for trying to be helpful, and if she can't lift it, she can get the hell of the bench so I can do my workout!", Erick growled. "How about this, I'll smash your record, and you cut up your membership card and find somewhere else to do your jerking!", Cindy snarled back. "And when you fail big mouth?", Erick snapped back.<br />
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Steve stood back, wishing he had pursued his singing career instead of Gym Management. "If I don't take your record out, me and my big mouth will go downstairs with you and do your 'special' workout like you suggested, and I'll wash your stinky gym gear for the rest of the year!", Cindy yelled. Most of the people in the gym were now standing around watching the slinging match.<br />
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"Your on! I'll take that deal sugar lips!", Erick said. Cindy pulled the weight pin and reinserted it halfway been Ericks 'personal best' mark, and the 'Olympic raw' mark. The few remaining people that had pretended not to hear the yelling also gathered around. <br />
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"Lifetime Platinum memberships for you and your friends!", Steven gushed as he presented Cindy with five application forms, "That tosser has caused so much trouble here, and you just solved that problem, thank you so much!"<br />
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The girls celebrated their free memberships at Simburger, "How the hell did you lift all that weight, I'd be lucky to do a quarter of that, and I'm pretty strong!", Coral asked. "An average Plantsim is about as strong as an average Werewolf or Vampire, but unlike all the other species that have a peak strength, Plantsims don't, the more we work out the stronger we get. That's why you don't see Plantsims at the Olympics. We are banned from competing in and holding records in any sport that involves strength."<br />
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"I heard you talking to your doll, does your, um, does your doll ever, uh, talk back to you?" Delilah asked Jess one day out of the blue. "I like to think it does. Why", Jess replied noncommittally. "I had one when I was a little kitten, and I'm sure he talked to me, but I think one of my cousins stole him, he just vanished one day after they had been for a visit.", Delilah confessed.<br />
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"Her name is Mia, and I can make her real if I can find the right things, My Dad's sister Emily made her's real, her name is Dolly, and she became real and went to school and everything.", Jess explained, showing Delilah the list that Emily had given her. Delilah made a mental note of the unticked items on the list. "I might be able to help you out with a few of those things.", Delilah grinned.<br />
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Evie's lecturer had suggested that she take up martial arts or meditation to help her focus her inner wolf, which was apparently distracting her from her studies, so she decided to do both.<br />
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As Cindy was walking back to the dormitory after her last class for the day, she noticed two students at the kissing booths who were attempting to raise money to enhance the local gardens, considering the subject for which they were raising simoleons, Cindy considered it a worthy cause. She couldn't decide who looked the most kissable, so she she chose 'option C', both. <br />
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"I, ah, I um, I don't do girls.", mumbled the female kissing booth attendant. "If you were the kind of girl that would 'do me' for §5, I don't think I'd get this close.", Cindy purred. The attendant relented, "I guess it's for a good cause.", the blonde said. Afterwards, she considered offering Cindy her §5 back for another.<br />
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"Have you got a minute, I need to talk to you about some things.", Coral asked quietly. Jess and Coral spent the rest of the evening talking about sex and nudity, and different peoples views on the subject. Coral learned more about the subject in one night with Jess than she had in a lifetime. Even though Jess was still a virgin, she was quite knowledgeable.<br />
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"This really is a stupid game!", Delilah growled as Evie trounced her for the third game in a row., "It is, isn't it!", agreed Evie, "Let's do something else, your choice."<br />
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Delilah's choice might not have been to play in the pile of dry leaves, but the distraction was too great, and Delilah threw herself into the pile and showered Evie with them. Evie smiled at Delilah, although she really wasn't that amused.<br />
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Coral could hear a constant thumping noise over the sound of the pelting rain. "Oh Maker, can you hear that banging noise? It sounds like this storm is going to take the roof off!", Coral told Jess. Jess laughed, "That banging noise is not the storm, that's Delilah and Evie banging like bunny rabbits!"<br />
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"But they are on the third floor!", gasped Coral, "It's a full moon so Eve's a wolf, and Delilahs just a tiny cat, ewww, that's so gross!", Coral complained, trying to replace the image of Eve and Delilah in her head with cute fuzzy bunny rabbits. The cute fuzzy bunny rabbits that formed in her mind were also shagging frantically.<br />
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"You are so weird!", Jess giggled. "Changelings aren't affected by the moon, so Delilah is still Delilah, and because Eve is a pureblood, when the moon forces her to change, she can control by how much, so she takes the half wolf form. Evie is still mostly Evie, just hairier and with a much longer, more dexterous tongue, or so Delilah says.", Jess explained, enjoying watching Coral squirm a little at the thought.<br />
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"So, um, your Buzzberry plant looks like it's doing well", offered Coral as a conversation starter. She was grateful that Cindy no longer paraded around the shared room naked, but couldn't help but steal a quick glance at Cindy's barely covered form.<br />
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Delilah found Kim searching the crowd and waved her over. "Edward and Sally are here somewhere too, we got separated and you know what Edward is like when there's more than three people.", Kim explained to Delilah and Jess. "I am so proud of you all!", Kim beamed as the girls all showed the A's they had earned.<br />
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I had planned on having Naomi say that it was tradition for all of the graduates from that house to streak a lap of the backyard together, Coral was even going to grudgingly join in, (albeit wrapped in a towel). And then the removalists kicked us out of the house and we went back to Midnight Hollow, where Jess and Coral finally graduated after arriving home... <br />
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Kim, Edward, and Sally show up for the graduation, I lost Sally in the crowd, and Edward disappeared inside the building before I got a screen shot of him. Graduation Piddle Puddles. I put in four all-in-one-bathrooms to prevent this people, there is just no excuse for not using them!<b> </b><br />
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When the girls returned home they had discovered aliens had taken over the universe, bathing the world in some weird green glow as well as Midnight Hollows already unusual red atmosphere. If a reboot doesn't defeat the aliens, I'll trying a lighting mod, If that doesn't fix it, I 'll think of some clever reason for everyone suddenly no longer living in Midnight Hollow. If moving to a new town doesn't fix it, expect more aliens in future generations :P<br />
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TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-9187846318488339812019-06-02T00:08:00.002+10:002019-06-02T00:08:31.106+10:005.11 The 'Midnight Hollow Voodoo Dollies' Go LiveThe first week of university life began in earnest, Jess and Coral found that despite having the same classes that they wore mostly at different times. They sat together when they had the same science or medicine class and worked on their notes together.<br />
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As did Delilah and Cindy. Although they both really liked the lecturer, some of the fine arts classes were a little boring for Delilah.<br />
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Evie on the other hand, who was the only one studying physical education didn't have classes with the others. "All I have to do is keep the kick bag mobile for thirty minutes without dropping it and I get a pass on the section, beats taking notes huh?", Evie told Delilah as she walked passed. "Yeah!", replied Delilah, "Maybe I'm studying the wrong subject!", she laughed. <br />
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After Naomi had pointed out that the backyard had a spa among other things, Evie and Delilah made it their favorite make out spot.<br />
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"Aaaahh, don't come in, I'm naked!", Coral cried, frantically trying to cover herself with hands when Cindy approached. "Sorry Coral, it's raining outside and I didn't hear the shower running, no big deal, I'll use the other one.", Cindy apologized.<br />
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Later that night, when Cindy dropped her towel and climbed in to bed, Coral clamped her hands over her eyes. "Does seeing me naked really make you that uncomfortable?", Cindy asked. "Yes!", blurted Coral, "And you saw me naked in the shower earlier, I'm not comfortable with that either!"<br />
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Cindy shrugged her shoulders, she didn't think nudity was an issue, but she reached into her drawer and pulled a lacy chemise and pair of knickers from the drawer, she slid them under the covers and put them on before she rolled over and went to sleep. Coral kept her thick fluffy nighty on. <br />
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The next day as Jess was waiting for her class to start she saw a street magician, she went over to watch. He reached behind her ear and plucked out a gold foil coated chocolate coin, before bowing and handing it to her. She held out her hand for the coin and made a show of putting it in her back pack, before reaching out to him and plucking the same coin from behind his<span style="font-family: inherit;"> ear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"<span lang="fr">Très intelligent mon amour", the magician grinned, "but do you know this one?", he asked. He took a Dove from his pocket and made a show of enclosing it in a fist, he used his finger to 'poke' it a few times, and then shook vigorously. When he finally opened his fist the Dove was gone, in it's place was a small red thornless Rose.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="fr">"Not yet!", Jess replied with a grin. </span></span><br />
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At the end of the first week, the entire house was invited to a pool party. Except there was no pool.<br />
At least there was a party. "I got invited to one on Wednesday night, and there was nobody home, not even the host." Naomi told Jess, "Now that one was a real dud!", Naomi laughed. <br />
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"I knew it was a perve party, not a pool party, as soon as they pointed to the basement.", Naomi told Coral.<br />
"A perve party?", Coral asked. "Yeah, you throw a pool party with no pool and all the girls show in bikinis, the guys in board shorts, so you can check everybody out, like your friend Cindy over there is doing."<br />
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"I don't know if any of the hosts got lucky, but it seems to work well for Cindy." Naomi noted as the Plantsim led the boy into the room were the other girl was waiting. <br />
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"You spent a lot of time with Coral at the party last night, and she hasn't spoken a word to me all day, or even looked me in the eye. Do you know if I did something to upset her?" Cindy asked Naomi. Naomi put down the bow. "Jeez, were do I start, first you saw her naked in the shower", Naomi began. "That was an accident, I was naked too, It's not like I tried to get in with her.", Cindy interrupted.<br />
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"You saw her, she didn't look at you. In her culture, nudity is taboo, parents see their children naked until the child is old enough to bath and dress themselves, and a husband sees his wife naked, or a wife sees her husband naked on their wedding night.", Naomi explained.<br />
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"Then you dropped your towel in front of her, and she saw you, she tried to cover her eyes, but she saw you. Not her husband, you, another woman, and same sex relationships are not taboo in her culture, they are totally forbidden.", Naomi explained. "It's not something Coral ever talked about, I didn't know", said Cindy apologetically, "When I realized that me sleeping naked upset her, I started wearing clothes to bed so I wouldn't upset her. But nudity is natural for a Plantsim."<br />
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"But I really think that the reason she is avoiding you is the threesome at the party, she really didn't know how to deal with that.", Naomi explained to Cindy. "Secretly, I think she might have a tiny crush on you, but the emotional cultural luggage she is dragging around with her is very heavy."<br />
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"Oh and next time you are lining up a threesome or better, I go both ways, just so you know!.", Naomi grinned. Cindy leaned in and gave her a slow kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for the information.", Cindy whispered. <br />
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As Cindy crossed the yard she noticed that although Evie and Delilah were soaking in the spa, their clothes were not. "Maybe if Coral saw a little more nudity, she might get used to it.", Cindy grinned to herself evilly. She waited until the couple were distracted and hid their clothes.<br />
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"You know it's better practice if you have someone trying to block your shots.", Said Cindy dropping her warm overdress. "I, um, was pretty much finished, I was about to get into the spa.", Coral stated lamely.<br />
"Lilah and Evie are already in... and I'm pretty sure they are skinny dipping.", Cindy revealed. She wasn't going to mention the naked part at first, but then relented.<br />
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Coral turned her head reflexively, and looked back. "Okay, I do need to work on my ball sports.", agreed Coral, hoping desperately that Cindy didn't take that as some kind of innuendo.<br />
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Jess gently scooped the chipmunk in one hand and patted it a few times before releasing it. "Off you go little Chippy!", she cooed.<br />
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"Ahh crap, suns out again", Jess moaned, trying to keep in the shade of the umbrella while watching Cindy's brilliant goal keeping skills in action.<br />
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The night of the first set of exams, Jess had called a bonfire party for 7PM. "Except for that one 'swimwear party in the basement because we have no pool' party, all the rest have been total crap!", Jess explained, "so I think we should throw a real party, a blazing bonfire, good food, a dance floor, and the one thing no other party in this town has had, live music, and The Midnight Hollow Voodoo Dollies!" <br />
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Coral lit the fire as soon as the first of a dozen and a half invited guest arrived. When the band started playing Coral played the host, even though it was Jess party. She alternated between making sure everyone knew there was food, and adding logs to the fire, while occasionally joining in with Violin or Laser Rythm-a-con, or mixing and spinning from the hired DJ booth. The party finished at 7AM when the campus fun police arrived.<br />
"There had to be at least fifty people on the dance floor at one stage, it was crazy!", Coral gushed. "You guys were awesome, all night long!".<br />
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"You guys? You mean WE, as in the five of us, the Voodoo Dollies, WE were awesome all night long!", Jess exclaimed grabbing Coral and the others into a big group hug.<br />
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<span id="goog_377039403">Nope, Nada, Zip, Zero, Zilch. I wrote this chapter immediately after writing up 5.10, so I have nothing new to rant about. </span><br />
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<span id="goog_377039403">Um, did you see the chipmunk, how cool was that!</span><br />
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<span id="goog_377039403">I used Nraas MC to invite every YA in the town to the party after the original guests showed up, I lost count, it may have even been 60 at one stage...probably why I had to tell all the guests to sod off at 7AM the next morning so my sims could get some sleep..... </span><br />
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<span id="goog_377039403">On hindsight I may have rushed Coral's cultural background a little, although she does NOT have the never nude trait, I was thinking about some of the better and worse traits the game offers (UL adds up to two to your sim), when I came up with the idea. I like rich and detailed backstories for characters, but I have a habit of forgetting to write chunks of it down, and forgetting it altogether. I much prefer to write things in at the appropriate time rather than later say things like a "Hey, did you know...?" sort of thing. </span>TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-26322616215880923122019-05-31T16:57:00.001+10:002019-05-31T16:57:07.312+10:005.10 First Day On Campus"I'm all packed 'Aunty Kim', we are ready to go!", yelled Delilah as her friends helped her carry the last of the luggage from her room. "Not quite yet Delilah, I think your Grandmother has just arrived.", Kim yelled back towards the stairs.<br />
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"Good evening", the elderly lady growled. "My apologies, its been a long day.", she said as she cleared her throat and started again in a much silkier voice. "Good evening Miss Diffy, I've come calling to visit my grand daughter, that you are so kindly taking care of in her parents absence.", she stated. It was clear that she was unhappy with Jack and Alice's preferred choice of guardian.<br />
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"Your timing is fortuitous Florence, the girls are having a sleep over at a friends house and then departing at sunrise. Perhaps you should have called in advance, rather than drop by unannounced, you might have had a little more time together", Kim suggested, in an even silkier tone. "Oh, I like surprises, they keep people honest.", Flo rebounded.<br />
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"Hello Kitten.", purred Florence Fortuna, "Be a dear and introduce your friends before you send them on their way so we can have a private word."<br />
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"Grandmother Fortuna, these are my best friends form High school, and also the girls that I will be attending University with. This is my friend Jessica Jettstar.", said Delilah by way of introduction. Grandma Fortuna nodded and smiled sweetly at Jess.<br />
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"This is Hyacinth Evergreen.", Delilah continued. Delilah's grandmother repeated the smile and nod as if it were programmed function. <br />
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"Coral Seabreeze.", Delilah stated, which prompted a cloned copy of the smile and nod. <br />
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"And Evette Longpaw". Grandmothers infinitely repeatable smile and nod was slightly less friendly at Eve's introduction.. <br />
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"Guys, this is my maternal grandmother Florence Fortuna. I'll be over in ten or fifteen minutes.", Delilah stated as her friends filed off the verandah taking her luggage.<br />
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"Look at you, all grown up and heading to university!", Flo began. "Yes I am all grown up, and yes I am am going to university, so if you here to talk about the family business, forget it", Delilah stated firmly. "I wouldn't have it any other way dear, most of the monkeys from our family tree fall out of it before even finishing high school, they reach for the first shiny banana before they are ready and I can see you are so much smarter than that.", Flo replied.<br />
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Delilah waited, she knew her grandmother had more to say. "But you are a feline changeling, and all feline changelings have sticky paws, its our nature, dear.", Flo added. "Yeah, well I don't!", Delilah retorted hotly, ignoring the fact that she had swiped the odd item here and there.<br />
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"It.is.in.our.nature. Sticky paws are inevitable.", Florence repeated pronouncing each word clearly. "Unlike that fool my daughter married, I have never been caught and I would suggest you head my advice."<br />
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"There are two kinds of people who choose to become thieves, those who steal to enrich their lives, and those who steal to define their lives, don't be the latter.", Flo advised. "Know your exits", she added, "And when you plan anything with others, always make sure you are the smartest person in the room.", she finished.<br />
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"Okay then, so that's all your wisdom rolled up into a few lines then is it?", Delilah asked. "Don't be cheeky. You are not too old, and I am not so old that I can't put you over me knee for a spanking.", Flo grinned at her favorite grandchild. "Oh, and never get in your own way!, I got that one from a fortune cookie at the Green Dragon Palace last Wednesday. Now give your granny a hug and go enjoy your life!".<br />
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"So hey guys, what do you think of this as a band outfit, like we were talking about last week?", Jessica asked, showing the outfit that she hoped they would all agree on. "Awesome", said Cindy, "Yeah that's perfect!", added Coral. "You got it spot on, although we aren't going to have time to go get ours before we leave.", added Delilah. Eve just nodded in approval.<br />
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"So you guys all know how I love a bargain right?", Jess asked. "Yes 'miss save me the coupon', we know!", pointed out Delilah. "Well there was a mad sale on, and I bought everything they had, so I have enough for all of us, and spares!", Jess gushed. <br />
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"Too cool, so when we play at any Uni parties, we are all set!", Cindy could hardly contain herself. <br />
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The next morning as the sun rose, Sally pulled up at the gates in her pink Jeep with Mr. and Mrs. Longpaw, and Mrs. Evergreen soon arrived by bicycle. Kim pulled up in her police car a few minutes later. Hugs and good wishes were exchanged all round as the last of the luggage and instruments were packed into the moving van. Evie drove the truck with Delilah keeping her company, and Coral, Cindy and Jess followed in Jess' car.<br />
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After two days the group arrived at their destination. "There's five bedrooms, and its just us and two guys and another girl. Hopefully we are here first, so let's check it out! If it doesn't work out, I have enough money in my education account to just rent a house for the five of us.", Jess declared <br />
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Three of the five bedrooms were on the third floor, it was agreed that Delilah and Evie could take the room with the double bed. Delilah was ecstatic to discover it had a working fireplace.<br />
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Jess took the smallest bedroom on the floor, there wasn't a lot of space, but it also had a fireplace. <br />
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Later that day they met their housemate Rickie Denny, he wasn't overly happy with sharing a room, but he wasn't willing to argue that Jess or the other girl share with a guy they didn't know, so he took his anger out on the first person shooter he found on the computer. <br />
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The other girl went by the name of Naomi McLendon, and she was stoked to find that the girls had reserved her the second story room with the double bed, even if it was one of those flip up thingies. <br />
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The last housemate to arrive was Ernest Gregg, "Just call me Ernie, or Gregg, whatever.", Ernie grinned after Rickie made a joke about Ernie's name making him sound like a shady used car dealer. <br />
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"Damn there's no food, the cupboards are empty and I have no idea where the supermarket is!", Jess realized. "No problemo, I packed a palette of Cheesy Mac in case of the zombie apocalypse or some other emergency!", Delilah grinned. She disappeared upstairs and returned shortly after with enough packets to make a meal for the whole household. <br />
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<b>Authors notes:</b><br />
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I know most of you simmers and sim bloggers out there love your birthdays with all your sparkly screencaps and slender man impersonations, but I'm well over them. Five teens become five young adults. To me for these girls that means two hours each in CAS, updating the Everyday1+2, Swimwear, Sportwear, Sleepwear categories. And two and a bit for Jess, because I have to do her Everyday 3 and Formal as well, which Ill then use NRAAS MC to copy to the four other girls. The MC part takes like three minutes to do the lot...<br />
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I load the game at 9PM, just to make a few changes, I redress Evie (2 hours) and Delilah (2 hours) and save, I dress Cindy (1 Hour 45) and Coral (2 hours), and save again. Then Jess (2.5 hours), copy Jess's ED3 and Formal to the other four girls with MC (3 minutes), the girls get the call to go to graduation and it's now almost 7AM RL, dammit I need a coffee, they can graduate while I get caffeine, then I'll save and make changes I need for screencaps. Coral goes in to graduate, Jess goes in to graduate, Evie goes in, Delilah is queued at the door, Cindy at the door. *Maker walks away for caffeine fix*<br />
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I come back to find my desktop wallpaper staring at me... Sims wont restart. Three coffees and a dozen cigarettes later I've rebooted and I'm back in the game, another 2.5 hours and 3 minutes to get back to were I was and...SAVE<br />
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Coral graduates, 'Lilah graduates, Evie graduates, Cindy graduates, Jess.exe is not responding. Fer real?<br />
I can't alt-tab out of the sims without crashing it and it takes near on 40 minutes to shutdown and restart sims 3, so I begin trawling through the MC options to fix another sims 3 bork, 30 minutes later I find what I'm looking for!!!! Woohoo, saved meself 10 minutes, and Jess thinks she graduated!<br />
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My next legacy blog story may just about an immortal vampire character that doesn't have birthdays!!!!<br />
And to make matters worse Jess has Fashion Diva for her gen rolls! More CAS time!<br />
And I need more caffeine!<br />
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Over 13 Hours real life for a few hours in game time! <br />
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ALSO. Jess is like a level five cook, and Delilah is level two or something, round one of the cook off, Jess cremated hers, and we had to go to round two for the screencaps<br />
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ALSO. There's a dozen carefully staged pictures that fit between Jess showing off the band uniform and them arriving at uni. There's tears and hugs between Sally and Delilah and Parent actors, there's two stand in Plantsim actors pretending to be Mr. and Mrs. Evergreen, there is a cleverly parked removal van parked diagonally in front of the garage, and Kim and Edward holding hands waving goodbye, and where did those photos go?<br />
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I JUST DON'T KNOW!<br />
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< / REALLY END RANT >TwistedSmileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06104186810295747027noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195791847002310325.post-78200447254118692662019-05-28T00:50:00.001+10:002019-05-28T00:50:30.032+10:005.09 The 'Midnight Hollow Voodoo Dollies'<br />
Edward noticed that Cindy, Eve, Delilah and Coral were waiting on the
doorstep as he pulled into the driveway. Rather than wait for the gate
to open he pulled up at the fence and sidestepped the swarm of gossip
bugs that where descending on Jessica. Even though the two dozen people
he had spent the last week with were family, it was still far too many
people in one place at one time for him.<br />
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Jessica on the
other hand embraced the swarm, and couldn't wait to share her newfound
knowledge of her relatives. "So, Grandma Tamara is a witch, and an
inventor, and Grandpa John owns a nightclub, even though John's a Fae,
his brother's and sister's are a Witch, Vampire, a Werewolf, a Mermaid, a
Genie, a Plantsim, and an Alien, and I got to meet them all and some of
their partners and children.", Jessica started to explain before the
swarm could bombard her for details about her weekend away. <br />
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"It's going to be so quiet around town when Delilah and Jessica leave for university, have you given any thought to it?", Kim asked Edward, technically Kim was on her lunch break, but she had known where Edward would be fishing today, so she slipped down to the location with a picnic basket.<br />
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"I have.", said Edward. "I was thinking with the kids away at school, we would have more time for things like 'Black N White' movie night.", grinned Edward. Kim smiled to her self, that was close enough to the answer she wanted to hear.<br />
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Jess and Eve sat in the school grounds awaiting the rest of the group. "Relax Evie", assured Jess, "Coral and Cindy are in a similar boat. Fill out this scholarship application form today and get it back to me at the end of the day.", Jess explained. " I'll sent them em off together, and then we'll know how much money we need to raise so we can all go.", Jess finished. <br />
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Eventually the scholarship applications where answered, in the form of three full and two partial scholarships.<br />
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"Ladies, we all good!", Jess yelled triumphantly after counting the takings in the latest 'Send Us All To Uni' jar. The girls stopped unloading the instruments from the car long enough to do a a little victory dance.<br />
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Jess grilled her friends, she was pretty sure she already knew the answers, but now that between fund raising and scholarships and savings there was definitely enough money for the whole group to attend uni and cover course and accommodation costs, Jess wanted to confirm who was going to study what.<br />
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"Tech.", stated Delilah, "Definitely, technology, I don't exactly know what career I want, but, I mean seriously, who doesn't love new toys and gadgets?".<br />
"I still don't know if I want to go for Business, Science, or Fine arts first, I mean, all three could help with what I want to do!", Cindy contemplated. "What exactly is it that you want to do?", Eve inquired.<br />
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"I want to own a restaurant, but I want to cook there, I want to cook things I've harvested, and I want to harvest the things I've grown, so I guess I'd be a cross between a farmer and a chef, as well as a business owner." Cindy explained. "Well Darlings, let one give you a little advice!", Evie said impersonating a local TV personality. "Hyacinth Evergreen, One might suggest that one consider fine arts, followed by science, and then if one still considers the lifestyle appropriate then and only then should one consider moving on to a business degree darling!", Eve impersonated with all the appropriate gestures, which brought laughs from the group.<br />
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"Thanks, that's some pretty solid advice, but what about you Evie? What are you going to study", Cindy asked Eve. "Please don't make any ball jokes, but being a Werewolf, its most likely a sporting degree for me.", answered Evie.<br />
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"Two balls bounce into a bar, you'd think the second one would have been smart enough to duck!", laughed Delilah. "A Werewolf goes into a bar and asks the barman if he'd seen the Werewolves balls...", followed up Jess.<br />
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Eve rolled her eyes but couldn't help but grin. "What about you Coral? What are you going to study?", Eve asked trying to redirect the groups attention somewhere else. "Definitely Sci-Med, with a focus on medicine.", offered Coral. "Wait, the girl who showed us how to kill a rabbit with a bow, skin it and cook it, as well as seven ways to kill a man with an empty teacup wants to get into medicine?", asked Delilah.<br />
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With Senior Prom just around the corner the girls pulled out their junior prom dresses and made adjustments, as well as making up one for Coral to match. "So have any of you got dates this time, or are we all going stag again?", asked Cindy. "Solo, same as last time. Unless Coral has a date?", Jess told Cindy. Coral shook her head. Evie looked at Delilah, Delilah looked at Evie. Neither said a word.<br />
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"Tomorrow is 'Leisure Day', the day after is Prom Night, the next day is my birthday, then I'm off with Dad to visit relatives for a week, so I'm thinking Leisure Day might be the last chance for another fundraiser?", Jessica suggested to her friends.<br />
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"So, I'm thinking the 'Midnight Hollow Voodoo Dollies', so that way if theirs already a band with the name with Voodoo Dolls or Dollies in it, we can still use the name because it's got our town name at the front, and nobody else will think of that. What do you all think?", Jess asked. Coral and Cindy interrupted their game long enough to agree that it was a good choice. <br />
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The girls all met at Jessica's place for prom night, again, Edward had hired a Limo for the evening, and the girls all piled in looking forward to the evening's event. <br />
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"Delilah, Evie, Hurry up!", yelled Jess. The two girls had been almost right behind her a few minutes ago, Jess was about to return to the second garage to collect them when they appeared at the gate.<br />
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The night went off without any major hitches. Evie had secretly entered Delilah and herself as a couple, and officially asked Delilah to go steady, Delilah was ecstatic. Delilah was again voted Prom Queen, and Jess spent most of the the night dancing with Raphael, who was as Coral put it, 'Queerer than a raw egg, oyster and mustard sandwich'. Raph's boyfriend refused to peek out of the closet door in public and Raph just wanted to dance, as did Jess. <br />
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With the Prom out of the way it was Jessica's party on the next night. Edwards house hosted nearly half of the town's teenage population for a wild pool party. Jess considered the sensation of aging up, it was as if your body was all warm and rubbery for a moment, there was a sparkly, glittery sensation and a sudden burst of very rapid growth.<br />
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Jess felt a little more confident around people, and looking down at her body, it was noticeably curvier and more mature than it had been, but other than those two things, it really didn't feel that much different. Jess wasn't sure if she had found this aging up a disappointment or not. It meant she was ready for university, or would be by the end of the week when her best friends aged up, so she consoled herself with the fact that that was enough from aging up to satisfy her.<br />
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"Let's go Dad, I'm especially looking forward to meeting Emily's partner Dolly!", Jess enthused. Edward and Jess began the drive to the week long stay in Bridgeport with Edwards family.<br />
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<b>Authors Note:</b><br />
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Again, Cindy went against group tradition for the prom shot backdrop, she doesn't even have the rebel trait.<br />
The game had Evie ask Delilah to go steady at the prom, and I was stoked, because I had planned on doing that with those two after prom anyway, so yay that was a win. Then they both get a 'Naughty' reputation because they apparently had romantic interests from junior prom that I had forgotten about. So a little NRAAS hacking was required to clean up the relationships for Delilah and Eve, as well as for Jess who the game tried to link to Raphael Somebody-or-other. I converted all three relationships to 'just friends'.<br />
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I also discovered the retired career for Kim which means I no longer get any or have to remove any payment for Kim.<br />
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I made a big deal out of Jess's not feeling any different because of the massive physical changes that occur in the female chest area between Teen and YA in my game, I have a bucket of extra sliders, as well as a slider multiplier and a well developed teenager turns onto a mad booby mutant that requires reduction, especially along the horizontal scale. I've also noticed some of the CC that I have can also modify a sims shape... <br />
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Autowater Failure.<br />
It can happen to you! My current garden has 14 auto water sprinklers, one of them glitched, I don't know if this glitch happens to non auto water upgraded sprinklers or not. You will be able to identify an auto water sprinkler failure by the fact that while is shows the 'watering' animation constantly, none of the plants in its radius will actually get watered. The easiest way to spot this failure is to notice one auto-water sprinkler continues after the others have turned themselves off.<br />
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