Ricanote: Part of me is kind of sad that you're about to see the below picture. The game is over, the truth is out there and all the fun of making up nicknames is over. Actually at this point you're probably looking at the below picture and then remembering to read what I've written. Don't worry. I've done it too. Without further ado, the mystery of which one is the heir is now over...
Mother,
Well it's officially happened. The boys have hit their teenage years and I'm not sure how I feel about it to be honest. As a united front they came to me and the others and asked that Alistair get his cake first. We're not really holding much of a party as much as a tri-club meeting where everyone gets to watch him put on his new set of clothes in a fit of sparkles and become a young man. I can tell already that he's so much like his father with a little of the chin that we got from the Holder side. Ash is a spitting image of his father if it wasn't for the red skin, of course. Once it was agreed upon that we would do the separate parties so that Alistair's first could be for his twin, they also surprised us by saying that they wanted to see if Air could get an A and help Simonis with his Successful Lineage aspiration. Despite all of the signs of insanity that cannot be dismissed, I can see now why Big Red calls them the Little Geniuses. You'd never know just how smart they were if you didn't hear what they were really saying.
So we did it just as the sun was setting in the backyard on Saturday evening. Big Red had to go into work eventually but he said as the Boss it was okay that he was a little late. The rest of us watched in fascination as the cute little boy with the pale skin and dark red hair stretched and spun around into the young man that was Alistair Grim, the heir of generation 3.
There was something about him that had changed and I knew I could sense but wasn't sure if the others did. It wasn't just the hormones that were now obviously going to be in full force and then some, but this intangible extra was just behind his eyes. Of course, we all have it in a way as Grims, don't we?
As the night progressed and people were set about their tasks, waiting for Air to get the level of programming he would need to hack the school. In the kitchen there was a moment of clarity about quite a few things. Our second immortal was almost upon us. Just a few more remedies was all it would take. And a new friend since one of the former out of this world Artie Stalkers passed back into the void. With the boys aging up, it just seemed like a time of reflection. Simonis' time with us is short. He's sure to get a notification any day now.
That moment turned back to one of normality as the stove got a firm talking to. If it didn't start producing better results, we were going to using the other one more often instead.
Some things seemed to happen at the same time earlier that just showed that life will never be dull on this lot. Air shocked the world by reaching level 4 and broke the computer. Now he's getting a little handiness in him before trying those graves. Let's hope he has his mother's luck and not his father's. Margaret came home from work, went upstairs to take a bath and then immediately came back down to check out a weird light. I'm thinking the driver of that ship was fishing for the wrong person since Artie was sitting right there on his meditation stool and he never even cracked a lid. He's usually their favorite on the lot.
While we waited for the hacking to finish and Margaret to get home so we could throw a birthday party Simonis took a moment to do some collecting. Thirty-four potions of youth were placed on the roof as part of his donation to bring up our stock to an amazing 203. Margaret is supposed to take a bunch plus the 30 angelfish we have in tanks to start a minor stockpile of ambrosia to put in the basement.
Alistair proved he had his mother's luck as he got that A we had all been waiting on but it didn't work. I don't think anyone in the house is going to finish Successful Lineage but I'm not sure it matters. The boy immediately called for a party and a club gathering all at the same time. Taking selfies to comemorate the occasion. We all kind of laughed at him because he still hadn't bothered to get new clothes yet. "Not until Ash does! We're twins and should do it together." They do a lot of things together that I think most of the world will remember for some time. And it's only just beginning.
Just as the sun began to rise and end the night, old friends who were a little older came to congratulate the parents and of course, help with the party goals. Cara Rupp, whom I always want to call Cara Reid, has finally become an elder. All those kids kept her young for far longer than we had anticipated but it means she's seen her older children become young adults. Our Simonis may not get that luxury.
When most of the party's goals were complete, we told Ash to go ahead and do his thing. The blue girl that I told you about, the one that looks like Hebe, was there cheering on as loud as any of the others. Part of me thinks she's a little more partial to Ash than Air. The boys liked to use her as incentive in competitions. I'm sure she's aware of it but she never seemed to react to the attention. Then again she is a snob. And I'm not saying that to be mean, she's actually a snob.
Then the moment of truth happened and there was a blinding array of sparkles that took little Ash from childhood. Only to stay there for far longer than they should. Even Big Red noticed how blinding the transition was.
When the world righted itself, there he was, little red Simonis, grinning just like his old man. His hair and his clothes were possibly the crueler of the jokes that the sparkles played on the two. That's when the goal to compliment the Birthday sim came up. Artie passed it around what we were all supposed to do.
One by one we all took joy in coming over to him and telling him "Nice Outfit." The first one caused a laugh, the second a strained chuckle. After that we all just got glared at. Of course, we all took that in stride as well and a few more jokes were pulled. Poor Ash. With the eating of cake, the party went gold and we were finally able to let everyone get on with their usual Sunday.
(( Artie - Ahh my back. His laser eyes broke my spine! ))
I even saw Big Red sneak over to take care of Scarlet who isn't very far behind the boys. Soon we'll get to see those sweet little eyes open up completely. She didn't get the alien coloring of her father at her birth so I'm thinking we have another pale Goth child running around soon enough. I'm sad that she missed being a part of the boys club for kids but with all the babies that Markus is helping bring into the world, I don't think we have to worry about if she'll have friends or not.
Well the boys have officially finished their makeovers and we allowed them to get colored contacts since everyone around here has brown eyes except Artie and they wanted something new. I think it works well for both of them. Alistair still has a thing for pink and purple and Ash is struggling with the fun of dressing up as a red-skinned Sim. He's blaming the fireflies naturally but I think he found the right balance. Now we just need to see where they decide to take themselves. As usual there is no plan for what this generation's goals are. It's not like things were before. It's harder. I've attached pictures of the makeovers for you. I know you've always enjoyed seeing those. Remember when I showed you Aria's and you got excited over the skull necklace?
I miss you, Mother.
- Your little girl
P.S. Obligatory addition of Artie "Blah blah blah" <-- I paraphrased.
Ricanote 2: The "contacts" are CC eye colors that show up under facepaint. I probably won't be able to use them for everyone but since the boys aren't likely to be wearing makeup I saw no fault in letting them have something other than brown. I know they're full of it but no reason to advertise! And I know it was not the normal type of update from me but I thought I would have a little fun with it. Don't think I did horribly.
Coming up next - Scarlet's birthday
