Oh, FishsticksThe White Legacy:Generation Three, Chapter Four

Simselves: *psstmumblewhispershhmumblemagic*

(By the way, Jenny, I didn’t have a picture of your simself, so I’m not sure if she’s in the right outfit and hairstyle and everything. Let me know. Maybe you’ve got a picture up and I completely missed it. If that’s the case, sorry.)

So, what’s up? I see you’ve all put together a simself meeting. Why wasn’t I invited?

Jenny: “Care to be spokesman, Ani-Mei? Pony?”

Ani-Mei: “…”

Pony: *shrug*

Jenny: “Guess I’ll do it, then.”

Jenny: “Here’s the thing, Keika. We’re living in this place. It looks a little bit like a mental institution.”

That was the intention.

Jenny: “Hear me out. We’re living here, on this side road in Peachtree Valley. We kind of assumed that all of the simselves you import would be coming here.”

You would be right.

Jenny: “Well, then…”

Jenny: “What is that thing across the street.”

Oh. That.

Jenny: “Yeah. That.”

That’s where my sisters live.

Jenny: “…sisters? Aren’t they simselves, too?”

Well, yes. But they get to live in a much cushier house.

Jenny: “Favoritism at its worst.”

Yes, yes it is. In the blue is WistfulRose, writer of the Legrand Legacy, and in the red is “D,” who is not a Boolpropian. The house itself is a recreation and modification of the house Rosie built for herself. She gave me a few pictures and told me to have fun. So I did.

This is the outside.

Jenny: “We know. We look at it every day.You don’t have to show us. It’s not like any of your legacy characters are living here.”

Yeah, but I like the house and I like my sisters, so tough.

Before we get to the actual chapter, let’s check in with the spares, too. There’s a couple of important things for them to say.

Elle: “Can’t sleep?”

Cygnus: “No.”

Elle: “Can’t find a channel on TV, either?”

Cygnus: “No.”

Elle: “You know, sports is always good.”

Elle: “YES!! GO!!”

Cygnus: “…” *sigh*

Elle: “What was the sigh for?”

Cygnus: “What sigh?”

Elle: “Oh no, you’re not getting that one past me. What’s on your mind? Is it Par?”

Cygnus: “He was my twin. He also had two young kids. I mean, Zircon is a teenager now, but Neffy was only a child when he died. I can’t imagine leaving my kids behind. Can you imagine how they must feel?”

Elle: “YESSSS!! …sorry, hon. I was listening. What about Emily? Have you heard from her at all for the past few days? Because I haven’t. TURN AROUND, TURN AROUND!! BEHIND YOU!!”

Cygnus: “…maybe we should change the channel. She was the sports hobby master, after all.”

Elle: “Come on, hit him! Stop dancing around!”

Cygnus: “Elle… do you suppose it’s about time we told Spar he’s adopted?”

Elle: “Do we have to tell him at all? We’ve waited so long, and he hasn’t noticed he looks nothing like anyone else… I just don’t want to break his heart.”

Cygnus: “Elle… do you hear that?”

Cygnus: “SPAR!! It’s okay! Why don’t you come in here for a minute?”

Spar: “NO!! You’re not my dad!! I don’t have to listen to you!!” *sniff*

Spar: “Go away!!”

Elle: “Spar, hold on just a moment...”

Spar: *sniff* “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Cygnus: “…I don’t know, Spar.”

Spar: “That’s not a good excuse!”

Cygnus: “I know. But Spar, you’re still our son. Yes, you’re adopted, but that doesn’t mean your brothers and sisters aren’t your brothers and sisters, and we’re still your mom and dad. We’re still family.”

Spar: “…so what happened to my real mom and dad?”

Cygnus: “Spar, Mom and I are your real mom and dad. Mom didn’t give birth to you, but you’ve been with us and your siblings since you were a toddler. We love you.”

Spar: “I know… but what happened to them?”

Cygnus: “…we don’t know, son. The nice social worker lady told us that your biological mother died in a fire, but she didn’t know what had happened to your father.”

Spar: “So he’s still alive? …he left me all alone? He let me be adopted?”

Cygnus: “We don’t know what happened to him, Spar. He might still be out there, or he might have died in the fire. Whatever happened, though, I’m sure he—and your biological mother, too—didn’t leave you on purpose.”

Spar: “I want to find him.”

Cygnus: “Sure. But at least wait until you’re a little older, okay?”

Spar: “Okay. Love you, Dad.”

Cygnus: “Love you too, son. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier.”

Spar: *sniff* “It’s okay, I guess.”

In other news, the week in Cygnus’s house continued on. Aquamarine netted herself the first romantic partner out of the batch of kids (remember Cygnus’s LTW is 6 married kids, and I was insane to go after it for a spare). This is Joshua Darling. Perfect name for him, huh? I think this is a wonderful match. Take note of the teddy bear T-shirt and pigtails on Aquamarine, and the black trench coat and lipstick on Joshua. They’ve got two bolts.

Skip was cute.

…

That puddle is because he just got out of the bath.

Sulfur took an interest in the junk car in the garage, and he and Cygnus restored it. Sulfur chose the color.

Cygnus got himself permaplat without hitting his LTW, thus invalidating his having six kids in the first place.

Maybe they don’t all have to get married. They’re all Popularity and Pleasure (except for Spar, who rolled Knowledge), after all.

I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I’m really kind of glad I don’t have to necessarily introduce six new households, potentially with kids, to my play rotation. On the other hand… I’ve come this far… and Cygnus just invalidated the whole process… and now I’m just rather annoyed.

We met the Goopy Gilscarbo of Riverblossom Hills.

And here’s the family picture this time. I am under no illusion that you know who they all are. Suffice to say, that’s all of them. All the kids are teenagers. Skip is still around. Cygnus and Elle aren’t crusty yet. Spar is a Knowledge sim like both his biological parents, and is wearing a nerdy sweater to go with it. I spent far too many slides on these guys.

Carry on.

Off to Par’s family.

Nepheline: “…Mom? I brought you dinner. It’s a good one. There’s tater tots. They’re my favorite. …Mom?”

Nepheline: “…I guess I’ll just… put it with the others, then. It’s right outside your door, Mom. In case you want it.”

Zircon: “Neffy! What are you doing out of bed? You’re supposed to be asleep!”

Nepheline: “Couldn’t sleep. Whatcha doing?”

Zircon: “Looking up the recipe for that cake. Unless you don’t want that double-chocolate fudge cake with raspberry filling after all.”

Nepheline: “Just chocolate is fine.” *sniff* *sniff*

Zircon: “Aw, Neffy. It’ll all be okay. You’ll see.”

Nepheline: “But… but he’s dead! And she’s not eating! She’s going to die!”

Zircon: “She’s not going to die. I said it’ll all be okay, and it will.”

Nepheline: “Promise?”

Zircon: “Promise. Now you go to bed, and I’ll go have a talk with Mom.”

Zircon: “MOM! I’m coming in!!”

Zircon: “Do you realize what you’re doing to Neffy!? She came into the library crying tonight—”

Zircon: “…oh. …I wonder how long it’s been.”

Nepheline: “Zircon, WAIT! I want to talk to—”

Neffy: “MOOOOOOOOM!!”

Nepheline: “I don’t really want a party.”

Zircon: “Well, that’s too bad. You’ve got a cake, I’ve got a noise maker, we’re having a party. Suck it up. You’ll thank me later.”

Zircon: “So… uh… any thoughts on what you want for your birthday? We’ve still got that inheritance money, we can go buy, I don’t know, a car or something.”

Nepheline: “Yeah. I think I know what I want.”

Nepheline: “I want to find that piece of filth who murdered Dad and kill him.”

SimMe: *snore*

SimMe: *snort* “HUH-WAAAA!?!?!?”

SimMe: “Oh! Sorry about that. You know… drama and all that. Now that we’ve spent a good thirty-three percent of a chapter that should be devoted to the main bloodline on spares instead, let’s go see what they’re doing, huh? And also give you a recap for what happened last time, in case the spares didn’t do it well enough.”

Welcome to the White Legacy!

Yeah, yeah, I know. A bit late now. Moving on.

Last time was a relatively quiet chapter, up until the end when Par died. Callie followed around the house ghosts, which included camping out in the graveyard. Gismondine was born, under a warning, for lack of a better word, from Dez’s order head Chantelle, who explained that she was probably going to be a Child Oracle. And then Par was killed by Arc and Merry, and Callie witnessed the murder.

Callie: “You forgot to mention that I’m apparently some kind of angel of death.”

How’s that?

Callie: “Every time I’ve had a birthday, a family member has died. My body count is stacking up.”

I think it was a coincidence, Callie.

Callie: “Nothing is coincidence.”

Dez: “…”

Arie: [Hey, Dez. This is Arie. Just heard about Par. I’ll fix it—I just got a job in Paranormal. Don’t worry.] *click*

Dez: “…”

Arie: “Okay. Okay. This is going to work. Make the call, fork over the cash, easy. Don’t worry, Par, you’ll be back with your family soon.”

Arie: “Hello, is this the Grim Reaper? Yes, this is Aral White. I’d like to resurrect my nephew. Pardus White. Sure, I’ll hold.”

Grim Reaper: [Hmm… sorry, Ms. White. Pardus White is not eligible for resurrection at this time.]

Arie: “What do you mean, not eligible!?”

Grim Reaper: [Oh great, you’re going to be one of those callers. Best to cut this off now. Have a good evening, Ms. White.] *click*

Isis: “Callie, your father and I would like to see you in the dining room, please.”

Callie: “…”

Isis: “Please?”

Callie: “…fine.”

Callie: “Alright, I’m here. What do you want?”

Isis: “Don’t use that tone with us, Callie.”

Callie: “Do you want me here or not?”

Isis: “I just said— *deep breath* Okay. Callie, we’d like you to tell us a little bit more about what happened in the kitchen with your Uncle Par.”

Callie: “He died.”

Isis: “Yes, we remember that. We remember that you told us Arc and Merry were involved, and your father went to look for them and reinforce the wards around the house. We’re still not sure how she got in… but that’s not the point. We’d just like to know a little bit more about how it happened, so we know what to do about it, and how to prevent it from happening again.”

Callie: “He’s dead. That’s really all that matters.”

Isis: “Callie, I know this has been hard for you. I’m trying very hard to be nice.”

Callie: “Bite me!”

Dez: “…Callie.”

Callie: “…okay. When I walked in, the Grim Reaper was already there, taking Uncle Par away. He was an old man—I don’t remember him being old the last time I saw him—and there was a coffee cup on the floor. I remember that, because we don’t drink coffee enough to leave cups everywhere. Uncle Arc and Aunt Merry were standing right in front of him. Aunt Merry seemed really pleased, though Uncle Arc was kind of scowling. They, they talked about killing me. Uncle Arc was against it, and they teleported out before you got there. That’s all.”

Isis: “Oh, Callie.”

Callie: “…are we done here?”

Dez: “…sure.”

Isis: “So… they murdered him by old age? Is that what you got out of that, or is it just me?”

Dez: “…”

Isis: “How in the name of everything good and wholesome did they manage that?”

Butler: “Miss Chalcedony, please take your sister. I must go clean the kitchen.”

Callie: “Hold on just a minute, I don’t want—”

Butler: “Thank you very much, Miss Chalcedony.”

Callie: “Great. What am I supposed to do with this?”

Gismondine: *smile*

Callie: *eye twitch*

Gismondine: *smile at Callie*

Callie: “Well… I guess you are kind of cute.”

Gismondine: *gurgle*

Callie: “Heh. Gismondine seems like a bit big of a name for you, though. Gismondine, Gismondine… how about Gizmo? That’s short and cute. Kind of like you.”

Gismondine: *hiccup*

Oh, fishsticks. Come on, Jade, up and at ‘em.

Jade: “Uhhh…?”

Go in and go to bed. I have some landscaping out here to finish.

Jade: “Oh… okay…”

Dez: “…”

Isis: “Aww, Dez, you’re so sweet. Sweeter than this slice of cake that’s been sitting in the fridge since your father baked it a generation ago.”

…right. When you guys are done, mind joining me in the backyard?

Isis: “We have a pool now? When did that happen?”

Right about the same time half your family funds disappeared, I suspect. Climb in to the hot tub, I want to see if it works.

Dez is a naked hot tubber. *shock*

Isis: “I’d say the hot tub works, Author.”

*shock*

More of interest to Callie, I also spiffed up the graveyard. And yes, that’s a greenhouse behind said graveyard.

Callie: “Ancestors… please, tell me what to do… I don’t want anyone else to die because of me…”

No one is dying because of you, Callie.

Callie: “Yes, they are, Author. This is my private time with the ghosts. Butt out.”

A bigger view of the graveyard. You can see Par’s grave there out on its own. I’m also rather proud of how the dirt path inside the heir/spouse section fades off like that behind Callie’s bench.

And then of course, of no particular interest to anyone in particular, the telescope area has also been cleaned and decorated a little, though in a few slides you’ll see that I added a couple more touches. For now, you can see the tall back fence has a space that’s lower and more decorative so it doesn’t get in the way of spying, and the breadfruit trees kind of make this cool little arch… way… Jade, what are you doing.

Jade: “The stars are so pretty.”

Jade, come on, you’re supposed to be in bed. We went through this once with Callie. What are you doing out here so late at night?

Jade: “Looking for aliens.”

Looking for… Jade. You’re too young for them to bother with. Go to bed.

…guess who haunts in her cow mascot costume. Despite all the work I put into recoloring her hair and outfits.

Brie: “You know, Author, I’ve been talking to Snow at the Luau—great lady, by the way, really knows how to take a joke—and she’s told me all about this whole war you two had going on.”

And so she—

Brie: “She merely suggested I wear the old uniform. It was my idea in the first place. So, there. Point to the sims.”

Nice necklace.

Brie: “Shaddup.”

So how’s Toro?

Brie: “…”

What’s that? Couldn’t hear you.

Brie: “I’m smirking.”

Couldn’t tell. At least Patrick over there knows how to dress in his proper clothes. This is the first double-haunting of the legacy, by the way.

Patrick: “Please, Author, do not pull me into this argument. I am perfectly content floating over here by myself.”

Birthday time for Gizmo! In other news—the little table there does work for birthdays. This was kind of an experiment, you see. I put that table there not only because it looks cool, but because the hope was that when the serving platters were done being served, the sim doing the serving would put the serving platter down there instead of carrying it back into the kitchen. It works some of the time, too. I was hesitant to use it for birthdays, because it’s off center. It actually sits between two tiles by virtue of a cheat. The concern was that the sim would stand off to the side of the table as if it were in front of them when they blow out the candles. I see now that’s not the case. You can probably expect birthdays to be held right here from now on. It’s prettier that way.

In other news, Gizmo’s a little cutie, just like her sisters. She’s got a cousin who uses that hairstyle, though, so let’s see what else there is we could use for her.

There we are. No kidding, I think that all of her features are from her dad. Maybe she has her mom’s cheeks. I don’t know. She’s pretty much identical to Callie at this age, by the way. They even have the same personality. If it weren’t for the fact that Gizmo’s skintone is darker than Callie’s, and that Gizmo’s eyes are blue and Callie’s are brown, I’d be pretty positive they were pacifier twins. As it stands… sheer dumb luck.

Gizmo: {Author, I tire of your paragraph-long explanations. I demand some smart milk already.}

Alright, alright. Yeesh.

Grim Reaper: [Hello?]

Arie: “Hi. This is Aral White. I’m calling to resurrect Pardus White.”

*click*

Arie: “Rude, foul, vulgar, rank, fetid, soiled, ugly, repulsive—”

Ahem.

Jade, come on! Your parents will kill me if they knew I was letting you stargaze all night! Go to bed!

Jade: “I’m not done yet.”

Oh, yes you are! Inside!

Stranger Danger: “Excuse me… Jade, is it?”

Jade: “!!!”

Callie: “Yeah… great, Dad. I’m holding her. Now what?”

Jade: “DADDYYYYYYYYY!!”

Stranger Danger: “No, no, no, please don’t shout, I was merely trying to—”

Callie: “HEY!!”

Stranger Danger: “Oh no…”

Callie: “GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!!”

Dez: “...!!!!!!!”

Stranger Danger: “Please calm down. There is no need to shout. I was only trying to—”

Callie: “Over here, Jade! Get him good, Dad!”

Dez: “…”

Stranger Danger: “Please, sir, put your wand down. Your daughters are in danger, I was only trying to warn them!”

Dez: “…you’re okay?”

Jade: *shudder* “Yes, Daddy.”

Dez: “…start talking.”

Stranger Danger: “Ah, thank you, sir. I apologize for catching you and your daughter off guard; I did not think my entrance through.”

Dez: “…”

Stranger Danger: “My name is William, sir. William Valentine. I was once a member of the local vampire loathe—that is to say, the group of vampires which calls Riverblossom Hills and the surrounding area home, sir. After a number of years, I found their methods distasteful and their morals lacking, and instead struck out on my own. I have been spying on them, and have discovered a plan of theirs to use your daughters to boost their numbers. They hope to turn them into vampires, sir. I came here as soon as I found out to offer myself as their guardian.”

Dez: “…”

William: “…sir?”

Dez: “…I’m watching you.”

William: “Does that mean I may keep guard over your daughters?”

Dez: “…no.”

William: “Sir, I understand your reticence. They are your daughters, after all, and you would be no father if you allowed a strange man, much less a vampire, free access to them. However, I vow to you, I have only their best interests at heart. I don’t know how else to protect them from the loathe. …please put your wand away.”

Dez: “…”

William: “May we strike a compromise? Sir, please never allow your daughters outside at night without an escort, and if I may pop in, say, once every few days to make sure they’re alright… always with a chaperone of your choosing in the room, of course.”

Dez: “…fine.”

William: “Thank you, sir. I promise I will keep them safe.”

Dez: “…get off my property.”

William: “Oh… yes, sir.”

Callie: {Hmm… vampires, huh… that’s… really cool, actually.}

Not to break the mood or anything, but anyone else ever notice that the buckle on the jeans of Callie’s outfit has a heart on it? Just saying.

Patrick: “Why, hello there, granddaughter-in-law. Do you like my moustache?”

Isis: “WHAAAAAAAA!!”

You know, for only having one nice point, Gizmo’s a pretty well-behaved kid. Grew up into lots of pink outfits, hasn’t cried or yelled to be let out of her crib… she’s downright congenial.

Gizmo: {Heh heh. And then I shall tip over the ice cream cart, and all of the ice cream will spill out onto the ground, thus paving my way to World Domination.}

Arie: “Okay, I think I’ve got him this time.”

Uh-huh.

Arie: “I do! I have a plan!”

Sure.

Arie: “Shut your mouth, Author!”

Grim Reaper: [Hello?]

Arie: “Hey, Reaper. Look, don’t hang up.”

Grim Reaper: [Uh, you’ve reached the offices of Reaper, Reaper, Reaper, & Reaper. We can’t take your call right now, but—]

Arie: “Don’t patronize me! Here’s how it’s going to go down. I want my nephew Par back, and I’m prepared to pay $20,000 for him.”

Grim Reaper: [Listen here, Ms. White. If this were a matter of money, I’d hand him over right now. But I’ve told you this before, again and again, and this is the last time I’ll bother. Pardus White is not eligible for resurrection at this time.]

Arie: “He was murdered! He deserves to be there to raise his kids! Hand him over right now or—”

Grim Reaper: [Don’t call again, or I’ll have to take… extreme measures. Goodbye, Ms. White.] *click*

Chantelle: “Hello, Dez! Are you having a sparkly day? Love what you’ve done with the place. Flowers and trees and golden gates are always great additions to legacy manors.”

Dez: “…”

Chantelle: “Well anyway, I was coming by to find out when Isis was due. She’s running rather late, isn’t she?”

Dez: “…due?”

Chantelle: “You see, Dez, we’re very excited about having the Child Oracle born into our order. Well, not exactly into our order, as she’s not likely to be born a witch herself, but you know what I mean. Ever since we found out she was coming, our approval ratings have skyrocketed…”

Isis: “Hey, Dez, I know you’re busy talking with your order head, but would you mind taking Gizmo? I’ve been trying to put her down for a nap, but none of the kids have ever listened to me as well as they do you…”

Chantelle: “Isis!? You’re not pregnant! Whose child is that!?”

Butler: “Stealth photo bombing!”

Chantelle: “I just don’t understand it. Here she is, a little girl born to a warlock in an important family. Yet the Portents didn’t indicate the Child Oracle had been born yet. There was no sign.”

Isis: “Should there have been one?”

Chantelle: “Yes, there always is. Has Gizmo been making any cryptic comments? Bizarre statements? Drawing strange pictures? Rhyming? Anything?”

Chantelle: “Wait! She’s about to make a prophecy! Here it comes!”

Dez: “…Chantelle…”

Isis: “Yes, Gizmo honey? Do you have something to say?”

Gizmo: *takes deep breath*

Gizmo: “Hungwy. Want ice cweam.”

Isis: “…”

Chantelle: “…”

Dez: “…”

Chantelle: “…right. I’ll just be… going then.”

Isis: “Oh, I’m so glad she’s a regular kid and she doesn’t have to get stalked by Chantelle wanting prophecies all the time. In fact, I think that’s worth 250 aspiration points! Who’s Mommy’s normal little girl? Gizmo is! Yes she is!”

Dez: “…”

Gypsy Lady: “Heh heh heh. I am the personification of stealth and shadow. I am the wind. No one knows when I am coming until I am upon them.”

Hey, gypsy. Thanks for the lamp.

Gypsy Lady: “THE WIND!!”

Callie: “Jade, what are you doing in here? We’re all waiting for you in the kitchen for your big birthday party! What are you studying?”

Jade: “Creativity.”

Callie: “Riiiiight. Well, come on, that can wait until after you’re a teenager.”

Happy birthday, Jade!

Jade: {Hmm… what shall I wish for… oh, I know!}

I hope that wish wasn’t for appropriate clothes.

Jade: “They match.”

Go change anyway. You did roll Knowledge, right?

Jade: “Family.”

Meh. It works. Knowledge would have been a lot better. But, at least it wasn’t Pleasure or Popularity.

Very nice. You look quite mature.

Jade: “Thank you.”

Don’t mention it.

Jade: “Alright, I won’t.”

…okay.

Callie: “Let’s see… can’t cross thresholds… drinks blood… keeps sheep… huh!? Keeps sheep!? What kind of lame—”

CALLIE!

Callie: *startle* “What!?”

You’re researching vampires!

Callie: “Am not!”

Are too!

Jade, taking after your father, I see.

Jade: “…”

Right then. Happy birthday, Gizmo! The birthdays are just coming right after another, aren’t they?

*jaw drop* Her shirt has a kitten with a ball of yarn on it. How did I not know this outfit existed!?

Gizmo: “Can I keep it!?”

Let me see if there’s something better.

Gizmo: “There is nothing better!”

Let’s double check nonetheless.

Well, it’s not my favorite color…

Gizmo: “I like it!”

Alright, alright.

Gizmo: “Yay!!”

You keep growing up into pink dresses and kitten shirts. You know, you were supposed to wear black, like your sisters.

Gizmo: “Black!? Eww!!”

Your father is an infallibly good warlock. I thought it would be a fun contrast. Besides, I haven’t had a lot of black-wearing sims yet.

Gizmo: “You were going to make me wear black!! Gross!!”

Stop that, Gizmo. You and Jade are making me look bad.

Jade: “…”

Dez: “…”

Jade: “…”

Dez: “…do you want something, Jade?”

Jade: “I want to go to private school.”

Dez: “…why?”

Jade: “I want a good education. I know the private school is primarily for magical children and teens, but there is a program for non-magical kids, too. It’s a good program. You went there when you were my age. I want to go.”

Dez: “…okay.”

Jade: “Thanks, Daddy!”

Enter the headmaster.

Headmaster Summers: “You must be Desmodus White. My colleague, Headmaster Sweeney, told me all about your wonderful family and how well you and your sister did in school. That is, when she wasn’t turning Bunsen burners into toads.”

Dez: “…”

Headmaster Summers: “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. White.”

Dez: “…”

Automatic 25 schmooze points. Hehe. I think I like Headmaster Summers.

Headmaster Summers: “So, seeing as you, Mr. White, are so talented in magic, surely your daughters are equally talented. Shall I prepare the paperwork to add two new witches to the magical program, with one more for young Gizmo when she comes of age?”

Callie: “Nah. None of us are witches.”

Headmaster Summers: “None of you? What a shame!”

Headmaster Summers: “Well, Mr. White, witches or not, it would be in poor taste not to accept your daughters into the school. Consider Callie, Jade, and Gizmo in.”

Dez: “…thank you.”

Headmaster Summers: “You’re quite welcome. You have a lovely family… and fortune.”

Final score. Not bad at all, I think. Although not quite my high score.

This is my high score. Obviously not from this legacy, of course, but I feel the need to brag anyway. Heh heh.

Calling the Grim Reaper again? Are you sure, Arie?

Arie: “I’m getting Par back if it kills me.”

It might just. He is the Grim Reaper, you know, and he promised “extreme measures” if you called again.

Arie: “Don’t care.”

Arie: “…”

Arie: “Hello! White residence! Arie speaking!”

*click*

Arie: “…”

You okay, Arie? You seem kind of pale.

Arie: “…he redirected me to my past self…”

Really? I didn’t know he could do that. That’s pretty cool.

Arie: “…I have no words…”

Bathroom traffic. Heh.

We saw the other side of Arie’s encounter with her past self back in Chapter Four of Generation One, by the way. I’ve been dying to write that scene.

And that wraps it up for this chapter. Next time, you can expect these girls to be going to college… and you’ll probably be seeing a decision on who’s going to be heiress. You can also expect fewer pictures about the spares. Well, until then!