AllegraSomething's going on around here and no one is telling me what it is. I suppose that between my job as a roadie, occasionally filling in for the symphony guitarist, and making alchemy potions like nobody's business, maybe they think I'm too overwhelmed to know the gossip.
Whatever. I need some solace between dressing in birdpoo couture and feeling like I'm waiting for my Daddy to die so I can have the next immortal. I'm stressed out, okay? Super stressed out.
EurekaThis immortality thing has turned out to be pretty stellar. I spend all day now relaxing in the hot tub with my hot man, it seems.
We all know that he's not got much longer, but Humbug and I have come pretty close to terms with it. Sometimes he leans close and I can smell the mint on his breath and feel the warmth of his face near mine, and he tells me that we'll have another future together, where I'll continue to groundbreak, to create life where there was no life before, and where we'll live in eternal bliss.
Maybe it's all a fairytale. But as my mother would say, what's the difference between fairytales and real life?
EdenSometimes I get scared in thunderstorms. But, you know what's really scary? When a giant stone head appears out of nowhere in your brain and DEMANDS you bring your happy butt and all the other happy immortal butts to itself im-mediately.
Well, what am I supposed to do about that? My daughter is only just now starting to act like I'm smart enough to be friends with. Not that we do very smart things, it's more about FUN!
But, you know, hearing your little girl laugh, even if she's not even slightly a little girl anymore ... well, that's just about the best thing ever. Especially when you know it's all 'cause of you!
Sometimes I go down to that great big immortal museum and I freak out some at the last two empty spaces along the wall.
And yet, people still say, "don't be such a child, Eden!" A child? I've been an old lady for two lifetimes! And I'm not even done yet!
RosettaI don't think I realized how much I've missed teaching until these last weeks with the daycare kids.
You forget how old you are until another immortal eats her ambrosia and that once per lifetime trip to the museum is made. You compare photos of two people in your home and you think, gee. We've all aged a bit, haven't we now?
Early this morning, at around 3AM or so, Eden absolutely demanded that we go with her to an abandoned park on the edge of town. I'm used to the absurd whims of my daughter, but at this stage, why deny her? Unfortunately both Granny and myself occasionally forget which umbrella in our inventory is the good one.
Well, turns out Eden wasn't full of fantasy this time. Things were about to get weird.
Mona LisaI've suspected for a fairly long time that Eden isn't quite human. She never came out and announced but, but both she and her mother have made so many "witch" puns over the years, that it's hard not to assume. Plus, there's the blue glow appliance upgrades and the cauldron upstairs ... you know what? Shut up. I see that it's obvious now, all right?
So, funny story. Turns out that giant stone totem pole on the edge of town is like a Frankensim, wherein Eden gives it microwave fingers and ... apparently it'll come to life? When it's eyes popped open, I thought I was going to die.
She was at it for hours. Then, when the eyes glowed green, we immortals experienced something only Mom had experienced before. We heard the Watcher.
"Wonderful job, Eden," the voice said, though it didn't sound like much. As much as thoughts sound like, I suppose?
"This is weird," Eden said back.
"I know it, love," said the Watcher.
CoralieI hadn't expected to hear from the Watcher again for at least another two generations. My first impulse was to give her a giant piece of my mind. But then I realized I was surrounded by these other ladies, my descendants, my family, because she'd put me here, so I bit my tongue.
We were given information. At this stage in the game, that is the most valuable thing we could ask for.
"So, so close," the Watcher said. "Classic sensibilities are being restored all over the Simsverse. Universities are opening! Technology is improving! In fact, check your inventories, I've given you all new smartphones! Rosetta, I've bought you books on the possibilities. We can't use them just yet, but there's no harm in knowing what's out there."
We were shell shocked, obviously. Rosetta immediately buried herself in the book while the rest of us listened.
"Coralie, you can write directly to your fans now. Sims have discovered social networking and activism! Eden, there are dozens of new harvestables! Mona Lisa, there are new artistic platforms for you to learn one day soon! Rosetta, there's the wide world of science for you! And Eureka, my Eureka, for you there is a breakthrough ... a new way to create life from infancy. To pull a brand new life directly from the earth for your very own."
There were titters of excitement from all of us, but the Watcher's voice was fading.
"I want you to know how proud we all are of you. Not just me, but every Watcher who knows you're out there. Mona Lisa, I need you to hide the University kit that's being dropped off at the house. Allegra must not know it is an option and none of you are permitted to attend at this stage. But please, be excited! We are so close ..."
And with that, her voice faded away and we exchanged silent looks.
AllegraI'm torn between thinking that something is definitely up and that I'm being paranoid. Grandma Mona Lisa has been acting all stealthy lately, but she always has her own thing going on.
No one yelled at Eden for dying the cat pink.
And the daycare seems to take up all the free time in Grannyland.
I do have one suspicion. I overheard Granny giving one of the kids a talking lesson. Kinda sounded like she was teaching him to say "Dynasty Spouse."
In fact, I can swear sometimes they're gossiping in hushed voices just so I, specifically won't hear.
Eh, it's ridiculous right? It's not like there are any secrets in the Classic House.
