So, on an unremarkable night in the fall, I became an old lady. The family was very excited that something, anything at all, was happening.
I wished for the rest of this dynasty to hurry itself up so I could youngify myself, marry Percy, and get him some normal-person clothes. And hair. And also maybe get a little plastic surgery myself. I'm the only super spy at the department who's never had any.
I had some trouble recreating my hair color with dye, but I got as close as I could. Here's my new everyday outfit, which is really my old teen athletic outfit:
Formalwear:
Sleepwear (old lady abs):
Athletic Wear:
Swimwear:
And Outerwear:
I am disappointed that a variation of my daughter's winter coat isn't available for elders. I quite admire her in it.
It's so funny to think of prissy Champagne out fishing at the crack of dawn, but she wants to hone as many (open) skills as possible to up her opportunities. She only has two completed so far, so that's what her entire adulthood will be devoted to. I suggested maybe starting a new job, but she wrinkled her nose at that. I think she enjoys her freedom to attend festivals or loiter at consignment shops around Braden.
I know my girl because she's so like me. She knows he's watching her.
And will come to her rescue if she needs it.
If not, he'll just admire her beauty. As we all do. Including her.
"The paintings being gone, I have no idea what anyone looks like young!" she said to me. "Sometimes I stare at them and try to figure it out."
"Wait until you see young Mona Lisa," Granny says.
"Wait until you see Freddie," say both Rosetta and Eden.
Our last pet has passed on. I missed it because I was at work. So long, Duchess. You were a good cat, and you had more lifetime happiness points than any other Classic pet, but the Watcher forgot to let you use them.
Life went on, though. Slowly. Champagne learned piano to level 10 in one night.
I made my final best friend and ate ambrosia. Then jogged for 20 minutes to burn it off. I don't have a photo of that. I do have a photo of trying to eat it in a crash dream I had.
I'm in a costume because it's spooky day.
Throwing parties is not something our home has the memory capability to do anymore, unfortunately, and we crashed. But it's a nice, fake memory that I saw in my sleep. And either way, now I'm immortal.
Sometime later, my daughter became an adult during a tinkle. The end is near. I think. Eventually. Ugh, this is more exhausting than a marathon.
Immortal 7 - Mata Hari ClassicTraits: artistic, athletic, brave, irresistible, ambitious, daredevil
Boyfriend: Percy McDowell
Career: Law Enforcement (Spy Track) - Maxed
Skill: Athletics (supermaxed)
Other Maxed Skills:
Lifetime Wish: International Super Spy (complete)
6 Unique Black Ops: Work/School Learning Project, The Muscle Hustle, Celebrity Body, Muscle Showdown, Jog Everywhere, Puzzle Panic
6 Unique Best Friends: Percy McDowell, Champagne Classic, Kane Shelley, Rogolio Lopez, Wendy Lopez, Jessica Staten,
3 Unique Lifetime Rewards: philosopher's stone, all-weather champion, dirt defiant
Property: Gym
Building: Classic Coliseum
Portraits: toddler, child, teen, young adult, adult, elder
Sculptures:toddler, child, teen, young adult, adult, elder
Photographs: toddler
Immortal at: 80 Days