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Re: Some Sims of Ice and Fire - a Themed Legacy
« Reply #60 on: November 22, 2012, 10:36:27 PM »
This is pretty much the only legacy story I read, and it is fantastic! All the kids turned out so well.
I expect Azokka either to yell at everyone and totally dominate or else get out the popcorn.-Ombradellarosa

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Re: Some Sims of Ice and Fire - a Themed Legacy
« Reply #61 on: November 23, 2012, 08:52:59 PM »
This is pretty much the only legacy story I read, and it is fantastic! All the kids turned out so well.

Aw, I'm blushing!  Thank you SO much.  With my serial posting and the relative lack of comments on this thread, sometimes I think I'm the only one reading it ;)



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« Reply #62 on: November 23, 2012, 09:17:44 PM »
It's 5 a.m. on a Saturday in the Targ house, but we're all awake here.  The house is silent as the first chill of fall sweeps past and I sigh contentedly, snuggling up to my would-be husband in our room while we catch up on our reading.



We can hear Bran and Sansa shuffling about downstairs.  Bran heads straight for the computer to test out his new football simulator.



Sansa, who does not have the neat trait, but frequently, autonomously pops the action to "clean lot" is tidying up from our pumpkin pie gorge last night.



We were celebrating my promotion from Firefly to Fire Dancer.  I'm now a Level 9 acrobat!  Just a breath away from accomplishing my lifetime wish.  My final show in the red uniform of the Firefly was at V's coffehouse, in the pouring rain and that first chill I mentioned that started last night.



Yes, I'm not wearing much against the cold, but when you are spinning in a ring of purple fire or balancing yourself serenely on an inflated ball, your body temperature will always run a little warmer than usual.



When the cheer rose from the crowd at the end and I took my bow, I could tell just from the proprietor's face that I'd been promoted by the city.



It's been a long road.  Between caring for three children, keeping my body in tip top shape through a twin pregnancy, and all the celebrity scandal I took for having three nooboos out of wedlock, my career has not progressed as quickly as it might have.

Sansa asked me recently if she would be able to get married.  She seems pretty determined that she will.  I suspect she's already picked out her future husband too.  I told her I didn't know.  These things are out of our hands, but even if not, she can have a long and happy life with a big family.

She marched up to Rhaella and said, "You're really old, right?  Do you know if this is going to be fixed?  Or am I going to have to be publicly shamed like Mama?"



Rhaella spent the day at the spa after that little confrontation.  I don't think anyone's ever called her 'really old' before.  She confided to me recently that she doesn't have the ability to try for a baby with her Jeramie.  He's not free just yet, but she doubts that's to do with it.

Petyr doesn't seem concerned, but I often wonder if he's interested in girls at all.  He lives in Cersei's old room now, no matter how many times we tell him to sleep in the black and white room.  He reads romance novels by choice, and he moons over Charlie ... who I guess is far enough removed to not technically be a relative.



We obviously haven't said anything about this to him.  He'll tell us if he wishes to.  For now, I have to leave off in my reading.  As much as I want to find out whodunit, I need to top off my career before the snow starts and that skimpy outfit has me freezing solid out there. 

Winter is coming, you know.

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« Reply #63 on: November 23, 2012, 09:31:45 PM »
Mama named me Brandon, but I like to be called Bran.  I'm way cooler than my brother and sister, so I figure you want to hear from me and not them.



See how much fun I'm having?  Sansa's sitting there all like, "I'm trying to watch this!  I should've been the ginger one, you know.  The REAL Sansa was ginger."  And Petyr.  He's pretty neat and everything, but he's always hunched over a big block of words!  Icky, kissy words too.  It's up to me to save James Vaughn from those MarcuCorp Goons.  Vrooooom.

Sansa is my twin, but all she thinks about is being fam-oos.  Rhaella the Vampire who lives with us and used to be related or something told Sansa she asks some awkward questions, and decided to teach her about being charisma-tastic.  Butler Jeanne likes to listen in.  She never uses awesome greets or introductions though.  She just picks up our smelly socks and cooks lots of one-serving meals instead of one many-serving meal.  Silly butress.



Charlie and Geri T. took some photos of Mama doing her job.  I REALLLLLY want to go watch her, but she says she's afraid that I'll get ideas about fire.  Silly woman.  I already have ideas.  About fire.



Besides, even if I wanted to, I don't bend like Mama bends.



And I have pretty much no balance going on, so I don't think I'd like her big ball very much.



She won a SimFest while I was at school the other day!  How cool is that?  My mom is so cool.  She's not even a daredevil and she likes to play with fire and bending and knives.  I think she won because the other guy died while she was performing though.



I'm not supposed to talk about it.  He was a magician (that's a job?!).  She felt really weird accepting the reward, but Ma, I said, that trophy is not any less good because some magic man bit the dust.  Though that was a heck of a trick, I bet.



Well, you know what fall time means, right?  Festival!  Spooky House!  Jack-o-lanterns! 



Mine's the evil one.  Sansa's is the ugly one.  Mama said at least she didn't steal mine and make it ugly too.  Sansa got all upset and ran away crying and Mama had to apologize while not laughing.



Gah, she's such a prissy princess.  She does her homework like RIGHT AWAY when we get home, and even rakes up leaves and cleans the dishes for fun.  What a bore.



I bet if she knew I see her playing princess sometimes, she'd smack me silly! ha!



But only me and Petyr (and the 'rents, of course) can tease Sansa.  The kids at school better play nice or I'll whop 'em one.  There was actually this guy ... um.  He came in our house and took pictures of her sleeping.  So I made him wet himself with one of Granny Rhaena's old potions.



That's my sister, fiend!  Only I shall torture her!  Also, who let you in?  Creep.  He shows up on occasion, but one time he was doing this.



Pools don't freeze.  He might be magic or something.  I don't make him pee himself anymore, but I make sure my sister's door is locked.  She doesn't know why and she can't know I'm protecting her because I think she's dumb, so don't say anything, okay?

Petyr thinks my pee-potion stunt was brilliant, anyway.  He promised to beat up the dude if he comes back.





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« Reply #64 on: November 23, 2012, 09:46:58 PM »
So, we had our last day of childhood at the fall festival.  I went in the spooky house three gosh darn times!  Mostly 'cause I'm the best around.  I ended up with Mummy, Ghost, and Zombie moodlets.  Take that, astronaut vampire auntie.  Who's the badness now?

Petyr and Sansa might have been making fun of me for needing to be a daredevil, but WHAT DO THEY KNOW!



Mama was out getting bendy for money, so I got the rest of the fam to do the pie eating contest with me, even Princess Sansa!



I know she regretted that decision as soon as she ended up with cherry filling all over her precious face! 



Targ men, however, are made of sterner, more pie-lovin' stuff.



I won.  Of course I did.  I got a big pie to take home, and nobody better be stealin' slices.  That thing is mine.

The next morning, I ran into Sansa in the kitchen wearing the dumbest dress I've ever seen.  "It's my birthday dress, stoopid," she said, and flounced off.  Dumb wings dress dumb.



I still cheered for her though, when the time came.  The whole gang was there for it.



She sparkled



and aged up with really awful hair and clothes.



"I'm dramatic!" she announced.  Well, duh.  Then she giggled (which is an improvement from crying and running away, like usual, if we're serious) and ate her cake before locking herself in the bathroom with a pair of scissors and a box of dye.



Guess she looks more like "real" Sansa now.  Whoever the heck that is!  "Oh, read a book, Brandon," she'd say.

My cake experience was way cool.  First off, look at that handsome kid!



Then I stretched into an unnatural boy beast and Mama screamed.



But it was all okay, ha!  I grew up with Granddad Dion's hair-do.  That'd need to go.



I'm actually quite the looker.  Just don't ask my sister.  She's dumb, you know.



I went outside because party drinks are the best thing for parties.  Then Mama started sniffing and getting wet-eyed.  "What is it, Ma?" I asked, handing her a drink.



She smiled and took a sip.  "Oh, Bran, it's nothing.  You just remind me a lot of your grandmother."

Me?  A Granny?  She must be off her balance ball.

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Re: Some Sims of Ice and Fire - a Themed Legacy
« Reply #65 on: November 23, 2012, 09:48:28 PM »
Bran you're such a cutie, I just want to pinch your cheeks! Please don't throw bladder potions at me though.

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Re: Some Sims of Ice and Fire - a Themed Legacy
« Reply #66 on: November 23, 2012, 10:28:23 PM »
Bran you're such a cutie, I just want to pinch your cheeks! Please don't throw bladder potions at me though.

How funny.  I actually just had him release a red butterfly he caught for the school black ops.  He seemed rather fond of it.  We'll call it a cameo appearance :)



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Re: Some Sims of Ice and Fire - a Themed Legacy
« Reply #67 on: November 24, 2012, 02:35:31 PM »
Lol, Bran is hilarious! He reminds me of my little brother. Except MUCH better looking  ;)
I expect Azokka either to yell at everyone and totally dominate or else get out the popcorn.-Ombradellarosa

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« Reply #68 on: November 24, 2012, 08:49:22 PM »
"So, listen," Sansa said, pulling me off to the side.  The WHOLE family has to go to the festival this time to get a good Spooky Day picture.  Think we can round 'em up?"

"Uh, I am the burglar here, am I not?  What are you, anyway?"



"I'm a princess.  Don't be stupid."

"You sure you're not an evil stepsister?  I saw what you did to Sullen the Gnome."

"Yeah, I have no idea what came over me.  Let's never talk about it again."



"Petyr!  Dude!  That is a sweet costume.  What the heck are you?"



"And whoa!  Possibly-My-Aunt Rhaella.  That looks smokin'.  I guess you did go to Dribbledane.  Old uniform?  No, no sun phobia bail out from you.  Into the car woman!"



"I got Mama and Dad!" Sansa cries, rounding a corner. 

"Sweet!  Super secret twin handshake?"

"Super secret twin handshake.  Don't show your readers."

"Just a peek?"

"Oh, alright then."



"Okay!  Is everyone here?  Into the photo booth.  Dad.  Costume?"

"Oh.  I forgot.  I can turn into the doll...?"

"Absolutely not, Gendry.  Last time you made all those children cry."

"I kinda want to see the doll-"

"No."

"No!"

"Fiiine.  Rhaella?!  What the heck happened to you?"



"Oh, well, that's just perfect!  Give her an hour or two for it to wear off.  Why did you go into the shack first thing, eh?  I told you it was unpredictable.  I should know.  I went in there three times in a row last visit."

"I'd never been in one before."

"Whatever, Rhaella.  Whatever.  Maybe if you get your face painted, it'll go away faster."

"I'd rather just haunt some people if it's all the same."

"I can respect that."

"Where'd your mother go?" 

"Do you guys smell gasoline ...?"



"Well, I can respect that too.  Hey, where'd Sansa get those sweet potato fries?  I want some."



"I'm not a ghost anymore!"

"Hold steady, auntie.  Try not to go through anymore life states until we eat our fries, okay?"

"You're a snarky little man, you know."

"Oh, I know."



"Gentlemen?  Are you done stuffing your faces yet?  The women are ready."



"Like carbon copies you two.  Okay, let's go."



Mission accomplished.

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« Reply #69 on: November 24, 2012, 09:04:29 PM »
For Spooky Day itself, we tried to have a party, but Mom said the Watcher gave up after fourteen crashes.  Costume parties are apparently taxing on the universe.  Instead, we just invited some friends over.  My shop club buddy Ken got to meet Sansa finally.  I wonder how that went...



Oh!  Good!  I see your thoughts, dude.  Not cool.  I think it's time for you to go.  I can't even go get a nice book from my room without being confronted with more of that nonsense.



DON'T YOU HAVE YOUR OWN ROOM?  IN FACT, DON'T YOU HAVE TWO ROOMS?!

Gah.  Look, it's not that I'm afraid of women.  It's just that they scare the crap out of me.  Okay?  Maybe today would be a good day to learn to drive.  Rhaella!  I have a task for you!

I had to pry her away from the piano.  She's a regular maestro.  She says I should've heard her sister, Lyanna, play.  But, seriously, I can't imagine anyone being better.



She met me in the front yard amongst the canoodlers and seemed happily oblivious to ... well, that guy.

"Uh ... friend of yours?"

"Oh, just ignore him.  Stalker."



Well, she got me through the driving thing in record time.  I called dibs on the sports car pretty much immediately.  Because, yeah!  Sports car!  We invited Charlie and Ken to stay the night and ordered a pizza.  Sansa later joked about how men all assume the same impatient pose when waiting for a slice of sweet, sweet pizza pie.



Mom informed us that the adults were headed to China for a few days so she could meet Grandpa Wang's sister before she bit the dust.  She asked us not to cause any international incidents.



Well, you know what that means ... House to ourselves ... three teenagers ...

WAFFLES FOR DINNER, SON!



What, did you think I was going to throw a party?  I'm a daredevil, not an idiot.  We're two days away from prom.  Gah, you've been talking to Sansa, haven't you?

Those waffles turned out a nice breakfast for us all on Wednesday before school.  I explained my technique to Petyr, but he seemed to have gone deaf.



So, I targeted Sansa instead.  "You know what we gotta do with this house to ourselves right?"

"Are you going to say party?"

"What?  NO!  What is wrong with everyone?"



"Sorry!  You just always look so devious."

"Whatever, Sansa!  You're a cow sometimes.  Look, I was just gonna say let's surprise Mama and decorate the house for Snowflake day before she gets back!  I got some lights in her favorite shade of yellow for the roof.  I'll climb up there and ..."

"Yeah, we'll hire someone to climb up there.  You're not dying while they're in China."

"Cow."

"Moron."

"I'm not sitting with you on the bus today."

"Oh.  My heart is breaking."



AN-Y-WAY.  House turned out nice.  It's a well-lit shoebox, it is.



Prom ended up being kind of disappointing on the photo front.  They didn't give us time to change out of our outerwear when we got through the auditorium doors, so all of our prom photos are in fleece jackets and jeans instead of fancy prom wear.  It's a shame because, even though she's a hideous cow, Sansa's dress was pretty cool.



She and Ken are an item now.  I hope they go on to make weird ginger blue-boos.  For my own personal entertainment.  Chopstick wielding genie babies.  Yes.

And obviously Charlie and Petyr are out and proud, finally.  Don't know how many makeout sessions it took IN MY BEDROOM to come to terms with that.



My prom picture is the worst ever.  I'm in my outerclothes and my arm is obscuring my face!



I also got punched for checking out this cute girl from another school who was there with some jock.  But I got prom king.  Because everybody loves Bran the Man.

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Re: Some Sims of Ice and Fire - a Themed Legacy
« Reply #70 on: November 24, 2012, 11:02:55 PM »
Great updates! "Mom's out getting bendy for money." made me laugh out loud.

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« Reply #71 on: November 24, 2012, 11:44:21 PM »
How funny.  I actually just had him release a red butterfly he caught for the school black ops.  He seemed rather fond of it.  We'll call it a cameo appearance :)
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« Reply #72 on: November 25, 2012, 09:50:13 PM »
So, as soon as the winter festival got set up, I rounded the sibs up for some red sports car action.  I'm more of a summer guy myself, but Petyr loves the cold and Sansa's been wanting to learn to ice skate.  Plus I can drive now, so why the heck not!



I make this car look good.  Well, I listened to Petyr wax poetic for an hour about the snow.  That's fascinating, bro.  Shame there's none of the stuff around for me to experience it for myself.



Sansa went and got a wintery face paint.  Looks good, I said.  The less of her face we see, the better.  She never understands my comedic genius.



She was out making friends left and right.  I had to tell cornrows over there to keep his hands to himself.



She switched to old ladies after that, which is much more to my liking.



I discovered a beverage.  It descended from the heavens and was called hot chocolate.  It filled my body with warmth and possible religious, chocolate-related fervor.



I was about to go back for more, but then the nice old woman who served it to me up and died.



Seriously.  Right behind the counter.  They immediately shut the cannery down for the night and kicked everyone out.  I watched her ghost through the window for a little while, and could hear Grim carrying on like the dramatic fool he is, but he never made a visible appearance from my vantage point.



Well, apparently the local authorities don't take very kindly to ghost watching after 10pm.  The three of us done got arrested.



We thought perhaps we were lucky enough to have gotten home without any adults around to get our goat, and the three of us slipped quietly into the house and to bed.  But then the front door slapped open and Mama stalked in like a raging bull.  Seriously, smoke curling from her flared nostrils and everything.



She pulled every single one of us out of bed and gave us the talking to of our lives.  Even Petyr got grounded, and his young adult birthday was the next day!



The next morning, we all slogged out of bed feeling the sting of the groundedness.  Except for that smug sister of mine, happily flipping dumb pancakes in the kitchen, whistling to herself. 

"What are you so happy about?" I snapped.

"Got up early," she sighed, flipping the pancake, "did laundry, cleaned the dishes, and am making breakfast.  Was let off the hook in record time."

"Tell me.  How does asinine feel from an internal perspective?"



She got me back for that.



Petyr's adult birthday party was good fun.  Charlie, Uncle Tommen, and Ken decorated the front of the house with identical snowmen.



Personally, I think Rhaella should've done it.  We could've safely uninstalled the burglar alarm with what she creates in the snow.



She left that at the bistro after getting a job there.  Which ... you know, seems like bad form, but I'm just a stupid kid.  I don't know why she'd go back to entry level at this point in her life, but she claims she's just bored. 

Anyway!  Party!  Woo!



He aged up in a speedo and a wife beater.  As formal wear.  I'm not allowed to show you that.  Here's after:



Mom, possibly still riding on her rage bull, pulled The Boyfriends upstairs and had a super secret when-you-date-my-chillens meeting.  They came out looking visibly shaken.



Ken rushed over to my sister and was all, "You know I think you're amazing and would never ever ever ever ever hurt you, right?  RIGHT?"

She just smiled and said, "Better fix the marriage bug then."


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« Reply #73 on: November 25, 2012, 09:59:34 PM »
Snowflake Day found me still grounded.  Alone.  No matter how often I did chores or brushed my teeth, hook-releasing was just not happening for poor, put-upon Bran.  I gave up asking.  Mom did corner me at one point to have a talk.

"Sweetie," she said.  "You are the heir of this family.  You must be.  Ken can't move back in and Petyr won't have any natural children.  Are there any girls that have caught your eye at all?"

"See, the thing about girls is ... LOOK, PRESENTS!"



"Maybe he'll listen to someone else," I heard her mutter to Rhaella later.  Whatever!  I'm still a teen.  Lots of time for lady-hunting.  For now, it's time for free toys and stuff!  Look at that sweet top hat.  Only Bran the Man could wear a top hat like that.  I got a vase.  Thanks ... whoever gave me a vase.



I got Sansa a globe.  I know she wants to become world famous so there was a little note in there about marking off her victims one by one.  She actually hugged me afterward, despite the snark.



Danica and Rhaella are still bffs. They exchanged chess tables with each other and giggled in the corner.  Probably about old-ladies-who-still-look-young-and-hot stuff.



Petyr's gift for Charlie was probably the best moment of the night though.  None of us, and I mean none of us saw it coming.  Can you guess ...?



Boom!  Curse broken!  Mom and Dad still can't get hitched for whatever reason, but us kids are in the green.  I'm still not sure if that's good news or horrific news where I'm concerned, but hey!  Get it Petyr.  Gay wedding for the win.  Let's just wait until Spring, can we?



Everyone was congratulating and hugging and crying.  I walked into the back to take a breather and I heard a weird echoey voice call out my name.

"Bran," it said.  "Come here, boy.  We need to have a talk about your legacy responsibilities."

I turned around and visibly started.  "What!  Who ... who are you?"

"I'm your grandmother kid.  Now shut up and come over here.  And put on some music, would you?"


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« Reply #74 on: November 28, 2012, 06:11:32 PM »
The morning after Snowflake Day was Mama's final acrobatic show.  She said that once she was an elder - which would be before the next morning - she'd have to hang up her acrobat-kini and her fire batons.  She posted on her blog announcing her impending final show and retirement to her fans, and seemed fairly content that the end was nigh.



I think she's sort of right.  You see an elder half dressed, bent over backward in the park, and you're more likely to call the police than to give a tip.  In any sense, for this final show, she FINALLY agreed to let me come watch her perform. 

I'll tell you what, she finally saw what she'd been missing.  I was the supportin'-est son on the face of the simverse.



Or at least the second most supportin'-est.



I might have shouted "GO MOM!" a time or twenty.  Sansa couldn't come because she had the school play, which Dad went to for support.  It was pretty crap luck that Mama's final show and Sansa's rendition of Shakespeare's Katharina fell on the same night. 

Only one of them was really performing though, after all.  Sansa really is a shrew.  Both girls, it turns out got standing ovations.  Seeing the tears glisten in Mama's eyes while she took her final bow almost choked me up.  Almost.  Bran the Man don't cry.



Petyr does, though.  He's all up in his emotional comfort zone.  He gathered Mama up in his arms when she stepped off the stage and told her she was amazing.  It's possible everyone there was crying.  Funny how I've been conveniently cropped out of the photo.



You'll have to trust me that I was all macho and stoic, standing cross-armed to the right.  It's possible a bald eagle landed on my shoulder and I was too manly to notice.  You'll never know.  The photo was poorly framed.

We got home and Sansa and Dad already had the cakes set up. 



Mama went first, with a big toothy grin. 



Her sparkles swarmed around her and lifted her up.



Now, I am NOT supposed to show you this.  But she totally had old lady abs before dashing off to the dresser for a quick change.



She went and put on some fabulous old lady yellow.



Dad said he wished he looked as good as Mom and then took a deep breath.



Mom and Sansa used a bunch of noisemakers and stamped and cheered.



He looks pretty okay!  Both parents opted out of hair dye.



For some reason, the celebrating sent me spinning back into my Spooky Day costume.  I'm not sure why.  While I was having cake with Mom, I decided to tell her about my little encounter.



She chuckled into the cake.  "How did you like my mother?"

Well, I thought she was pretty ghost-tastic, honestly.  She made me a skill drink and took me snowboarding.  The seasons like to crash out the Watcher's window into our world, so there are no good screenshots of it, but man, it was super cool.

She also told me not to worry about girls so much.  She said my parents had the advantage of growing up together, but that she didn't meet Grandpa until she was almost to her adult birthday.

"And kid," she'd said, her cold, ghost hand tipping my chin up, "you are going to do juuust fine with the ladies.  I have it on good authority that you'll be meeting a VERY special girl tomorrow night."

I didn't tell Mom any of that, though.  I'm still waiting for Claudia Schiffer to show up and throw herself at me, and I don't like to spoil surprise.  "I liked her, I mean ... you know, loved her.  Being my grandma and all."

"Good, because she wasn't done with you," Mom said, standing up.  "There's something for you under the tree."

She took Dad's hand and walked upstairs, leaving me to figure out this surprise for myself.  And then I heard a squeak.



Dear Brandon,

You don't know me, and likely never will.  Think of me somewhat as the guardian of your family.  An ever-present eye on your welfare ...


Rhaella?  No ... this was a dude's handwriting.

This little pup is Summer.  She is and has always been meant to belong to you.She's a friendly little dog, but will require training and love.  In return, she will be your constant companion and your best friend.  Take excellent care of her.

Regards,

Doctor Wyles

P.S. I am well aware of your career plans.  Please be careful.


I picked her up but was entirely unsure of what to do with her.  She was so small and ... I dunno, helpless.  Cuddly, though.  Super cute.  Within a few minutes, we were playing like old chums.



Gran showed up and showed me where the bed was.  Petyr was all, "holy crap a ghost!"

"Take a photo, son.  Show your friends!" Gran encouraged.



I think the experience may have traumatized my Summer.



The next morning was the first day of Spring and Petyr's wedding day.  The parents constructed a wedding gazebo at Verde Park.  Later, they would realize putting it on a foundation that required the invited Sims to act moderately intelligent when filing to their seats was a huge, huge error.



It was also the day that Doreah arrived.  Petyr and Charlie's adoptive daughter.  Now, this was a total surprise to all of us.  But Petyr had been expecting her since even before the proposal.  She's got a great sense of humor, just like him, and if you didn't know better, you'd think she was a genetic combination of Charlie and Petyr's looks. 

She dashed into the house and hugged Petyr super tight, squealing.  Mom started squealing too.  "I'm a grandma, I'm a grandma!"  She kept saying excitedly.



Doreah, or Dora for short, came to us wearing a hideous watermelon-themed orphanage outfit.  She and her new Grandma fled to the bedroom to set her up with a nice set of new clothes in her favorite color.



She also brought her kitty, Quaithe, from the orphanage.



The day was almost too hectic for words.  By the time we got to the park, the wedding was already an hour late, and half the party had left.  The couple got to the arch and someone promptly died in the bathroom.



Not many people were left by the time vows were finally exchanged.



Once the rings were on and the love announced, it was almost 3 in the morning, Dora had fallen asleep on a bench, and it was snowing.  But that's okay.  True love prevails. 


 

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