Lolly Wild has gone a bit.. errrm.. "wild". Fed up with her humdrum lifestyle as mother to twin toddler potentially evil twins, Joe and Lev, with her current "squeeze" JJ Alista, she decided it was time to kick him out of the house. After all, their chemistry was only 2 bolts of lightning and she had 3 bolts with about 20 other sims, so why should she settle for anything less??, she reasoned with her somewhat bimbotic brain! However, JJ got the hint and searched on the computer for a new place to live. The taxi arrived to escort him and the two boys to their new home, leaving Lolly to get back to her frenetic bachelorette lifestyle. But there was a small hiccup... the taxi driver kept beeping his horn but JJ and the toddlers wouldn't budge. So Lolly insisted JJ try again. The second time, he managed to get in the cab, and so did one of their sons, Lev, but little Joe was being very clingy toward his mother and wouldn't budge. "Oh well", sighed Lolly, as she realised Joe would have to stay with her, and actually she quite like the company of just the one child.
The following day, who should turn up on the doorstep but her mother's live-in boyfriend - Sean - who had always liked Lolly (they had previously a private affair - very scandalous it would have been if anyone had found out!). But now Sean was here, looking hot as sticky toffee pudding! So Lolly dived straight in.... the result?? an unplanned pregnancy. Lolly couldn't be bothered to sit through this for three whole days, so used the handy Simblender to speed up her pregnancy, and soon she was popping out another son - who she named Leon. Leon was a cute babe with her crystal light blue eyes and Sean's caramel skin.
But now she was on a roll... the next day she phoned up the guy she was supposed to be engaged to - Desi Demilo - and invited him over. She often wanted to have a child with the handsome Desi (and so did I), and of course they wasted no time in getting down to business. Now Lolly is pregnant with Desi's child. Will she step out of her madness to see she's just becoming a breeding machine? Or will she just become like the old woman who lived in the shoe who had so many children she didn't know what to do??
The start of a new rotation is always marked in chaos, mainly because the first Marshalls household is right at the top. Family starters Elise and Kevin had ten children between them, and three (plus two grandchildren they're raising as their own) have yet to get to an age where they can move out on their own. Third-born Rosaline headed off to university and moved back in with a boyfriend in tow -- she's more interested in her dancing career than the family business, but with her parents not yet elders and her boyfriend having a LTW of making $100k she doesn't need to worry too much.
Rosaline is so far the only sim I've allowed unmarried try for baby on ACR's settings. She's settled in her family home, with a steady job and a steady boyfriend -- she has no money concerns, no need to move to a bigger house to accommodate any children. She does currently want to get married, but probably more for the stability than anything else.
For her siblings Violet, and Eden, romance is the only thing on their minds at the moment. Being spring, and them being Romance and Family (respectively), they want partners now. Eden had a nice sim in her relationship panel, light-skinned, red-haired and grey/green-eyed Rudy Jackson. Violet found a dark-skinned, blond-haired, blue-eyed teen girl called Agnes and Clover (who had no romance wants but I still wanted to send someone her way) ended up with also a dark-skinned, blond-haired, blue-eyed sim, a boy called Christian. Violet and Clover ended up socialising with their potential partners, while Eden tried to flirt her way towards getting Rudy to be her boyfriend. Sadly, it wasn't to be -- that day, anyway.
Also unfortunately, Agnes and Christian weren't getting along at all and were asked to leave. Well, they probably won't be added to the family any time soon.
Rosaline and Ryan attempted to try for another baby; with a toddler and a baby, as well as a negative aspiration adjustment, Rosaline getting her third wanted child might take some time. Rosaline and Ryan needed to roll under 25, but this time they rolled a 78, far too high.
Rosaline and Ryan did get married on the Saturday of the rotation -- a day before the end of week family get-together. I had initially thought of doing the wedding on the Sunday, but nixed the idea as the house would be too crowded with everyone around for a family get-together.
Rosaline and Ryan did try for another baby on the Sunday before the party -- they again rolled over the TFB roll, but ended up pregnant via risky woohoo anyway. End of the rotation and just as the party was winding down, baby Alec became a toddler. He ended up being a low motivation sim whose facial features don't quite mesh up well yet (nose is a little too high for his mouth, which seems to be a common trait in a number of sims at toddler age).
Andrew, Caitlynn, and Alec's sister Cassandra are all due to grow up next rotation which should be fun. I'm curious to see what aspirations Andrew and Caitlynn will roll, and how they get on. Will they finally find out that their mum and dad aren't their bio-parents?
The Storm household is a fun one to play. Started by an average motivation sim, Julianne, who nevertheless ended up becoming the Mayor of Cresdale, she married an older sim, Wilbur, who was high motivation (and worked his way up to Media Magnate), and ended up having four children. Three girls, and one boy. I'll have to tweak genetics when I remake them as I started this family off before I added a mod which makes red hair recessive to blond -- either Julianne gets a recessive red gene, or all the kids become blond (save for Cecilia who's already blond).
The Storm household has some reasonable connections with the other high-earning households. Third-born Stella's boyfriend is Tony Stultz (practically their next door neighbour), and through Tony's twin sister the Storms are linked to the Wegners. Through the Wegners the Storms are linked to the Lyndhursts, making the top four families all interlinked (and meaning I have to be careful to keep a good balance between growth and ensuring they don't all end up in one messy tangled family tree).
With two of the teens (Cecilia and Evonne) wanting romance, all four of them took a trip around the community lots of Cresdale to see if they'd bump into any one they were interested in. Cecilia met someone she had one bolt with on the first lot, but Evonne (and Duncan, as he was there) either gave shrugs or were interested in off-limits sims. The second lot, Cecilia bumped into a two-bolt sim, Evonne gave me another shrug, and Duncan once again chose an off-limits sim. So, with Cecilia chatting up a potential spouse I left everyone else on free will until they needed to head back home.
(Cecilia's two-bolt sim was an adult, but with her heading to university at the end of the rotation the age gap wasn't too major. Plus, it's not like TS3 where the whole 'hood can age with you.)
On the Sunday, I invited over the entirety of the Stultz, Lyndhurst, and Wegner families for a get-together. About the only one that didn't participate was Stella, and that's because she had a want to get her Charisma skill up. April Wegner left early -- no surprise, I saw her dashing for the bathroom earlier due to morning sickness.
At the end of the rotation, after the party, Cecilia called in to move to university. She moved in with $15k in her bank account and 3 scholarships totalling $2,500 -- top of teen career, high logic, and good grades. A couple of good exam results and she'll be able to pay for her bachelor's degree with no problem.
Okay, I tested my new house with the Curious family. There were no issues with it, and the Curious family was fun to play. I played right until Pascal's little alien baby aged into a child. He got all toddler skills. Vidcund and Lazlo are both aiming for the top of the career track, while Pascal is more focused on teaching his son.
I was playing them (Pascal was giving little Ciel a bath) and my mom came in and said, "What's he doing?" she asked. "Giving him a bath?"
"Is something wrong with him? Is it sick?"
"Oh, no, he's just got green skin. It's an adopted alien baby."
"Adopted alien baby?"
"Yeah..." Yes, mom, I know it sounds weird. I chose to use the word adopted when describing it to her just to make it sound a bit more normal to her.
I then proceeded to tell her all about alien babies and Strangetown. "And then they go ALL the way up here to the telescope and this is how they visit aliens. The Curious family is obsessed with aliens." She thought I was making it all up and pulling her leg! If I had mentioned male pregnancy, she would've thought I definitely was!
She didn't get to see a close-up of the alien baby so when she walked past a second time, I zoomed up to little toddler Ciel. I have a replacement for the eyes to make them whitish-pink, by the way.
"See? Alien baby."
Mom was horrified, probably scarred, and probably had nightmares last night, upon seeing the giant bug-ish eyes and general alien genetics.
But little Ciel grew up to be a traditional little alien child, and is pretty adorable.
At the Monty Ranch, it was the last day of Patrizio Monty's life -- as I knew, having been unable to stand the uncertainty and having downloaded Inge's days-left shrub before daring to play the Monty headquarters. I was not going to spend the entire time before 6 PM dreading what might happen that evening; while I felt it was high time to be rid of the senile "don of llama ranching", I had to at least be prepared. Though it felt silly to give Patrizio a secondary aspiration, I gave him a Romance one, hoping it would make him affectionate with Isabella on his last day. Isabella herself remained pure family, while Bianca got a Knowledge secondary and Oberon a Romance one (considering his past behaviour, quite suitable).
After Cesario grew into a scruffy black sheepdog-looking pooch with white paws and nose, Isabella, Patrizio and Roux piled into the car with Bianca for the last day of her trial -- Oberon had had an attack of nerves and was painting a strange picture on the easel in the courtyard. (It was an extreme close-up of the newspaper Patrizio had been reading on the toilet earlier in the day -- Oberon paints weird still-lifes!) Roux was high on catnip and I'm not sure how they kept her in the open-top car all the way Downtown, as she bounced up and down the sidewalk as soon as she was let at the courthouse. Patrizio, meanwhile, showed little more appreciation of the seriousness of the situation, asking Isabella to slow dance with him. She humoured him while I was waiting for enough random people to show up to join the teleported-in authority figures to start a scored outing for the trial.
The trial...actually ended much better than it started, though to Bianca, the high point was being asked for her autograph by a spectator in the hallway before it started. This spectator (who actually admired her) was Vidcund Curious! Bianca was flattered, and made eyes at him throughout the trial, and as the jury retreated for their deliberations -- having not paid much attention to the prosecution's closing arguments due to Roux filling her role as distraction tactic by repeating her cute attentiveness (mentioned by Romeo after he took her to church that one time) in the front row of the spectators' area -- Bianca slunk off to a secluded end of the hallway with Vidcund. Their chemistry was high, and she was starting to think her lack of success at bearing a child was do to a biological incompatibility with Oberon...thankfully, while he was happy to get naked on a bench with her, they realized there was too much chance of intrusion and didn't go any further. She's got his number, though...
The deliberations took so long that Isabella and Patrizio ended up cuddling under the stars after she found him lying on the sidewalk, staring blankly at the sky. In the end, Isabella declared that the lot of them were going home; any protestations were met by her snarking that despite the vintage of their car, this was the age of telecommunications. A phone call would suffice to tell them the verdict, wouldn't it? "Actually..." Paris Prince started to say...and was pounced on by an excited Roux, who wanted her supper and had caught the word "home". As he rolled his eyes and decided that enforcing the rules of law on these people was a job he wasn't taking now that his father had discarded it, Isabella smirked the smirk of the powerful and herded her husband, daughter, and great-grand-cat (Roux is still technically Mercutio's cat, and will be sent to live with him when he settles down with Marla) off to the car.
By the time they got home (early in the day again, of course!) Patrizio was feeling tired and wanted a snooze. Isabella, restless, called up Antonio and asked him to come over to wait for any news of the verdict. He brought Beatrice and Lucy, and he and Lucy immediately slipped around the back for their usual use of the Love Tub -- as I've said before, the Monty Ranch is their trysting spot of choice! Meanwhile, unsuspecting, Beatrice watched as Isabella called Puck Summerdream and bullied him into confirming the rumours that her grandson Romeo had pitched a tent in his grounds. The end result of this was Puck relaying the guilt-trip Isabella had given him and sending him across town, with Sarah Love and Bottom as escort to try to prevent anything from getting out of hand.
Oberon finished his painting and hung it on the wall opposite the toilet in the bathroom between the rooms he and Bianca use. (What suitable placement.) He greeted Bottom warmly and served omelettes; she glowered at him and picked at them, then picked an argument with Antonio when he complimented her "more mature" new look. It led to a series of veiled barbs flung between them in the hallway between the dining room and master suite about his taste for very young ladies and her tendency to mind everyone else's business. Amusingly, in the little living room, the same situation was going on between Romeo and Lucy. Romeo had tried to hide from Isabella when she told him how silly he was to avoid coming home just because he'd been expelled from college, had sat down next to Lucy in front of the TV...and the argument started. He, trying to make small talk, asked why she was always coming around with Uncle Antonio and the twins, even coming when one of the twins decided not to come. She thought he was snooping and retaliated with fire, claiming that she hung out with them because she was Beatrice's best friend and asking when he was going to fess up about getting kicked out of ALT for knocking up Juliette Capp -- half of her school knew the rumours, and Bee was mortified at the thought that Tony would find out. He tried to change the subject by asking why she and Antonio were the only ones in swimsuits....which didn't help at all, though he wouldn't dream of what's really going on. Isabella, meanwhile, had given up on getting a straight answer from Romeo about why he wouldn't come home, and went to sleep next to her husband.
Patrizio lasted a good long time, waking up after seven and going straight to the toilet-unblocking job I'd set for him to do upon awakening. However, soon Antonio and Bottom, still arguing, heard a series of clatters ending in a thud coming from the master suite. Antonio might have ignored it, but Bottom's head jerked toward the bedroom door and she paled slightly. "Go check on your parents," she said in a harsh tone entirely unlike her usual voice. Shaken, Antonio headed in without even knocking -- he didn't see the bitter smile on Bottom's lips as he opened the door. "Where be these enemies? Capp! Monty!" she muttered, knowing the lines not hers, but knowing them all the same. Hula music played softly, unheard by others, but heard by her...
Antonio found his pyjama-clad father slumped over the stinking toilet, his head in the bowl; the clatter and thud had been caused by a chain reaction of tumbling items started by the plunger falling from his hand. As Antonio shouted for help, the Grim Reaper passed a fruity drink to the bemused-looking shade of Patrizio and gestured to a packed suitcase. As reluctant Bottom and frightened Sarah joined Antonio in his struggle to lift his father's body from the toilet, his shade watched in amusement the difficulty that the cramped bathroom was presenting both to them and to the hula dancers behind the Reaper; at one point their arms were looped around oblivious Antonio's neck, and one of them kept phasing in and out of the wall. And as they heaved the elderly don's body to the floor and Isabella slowly awoke to the empty spot next to her in bed and the noise from the bathroom, the shade, Reaper, dancers and suitcase disappeared.
The rest of the night was confusion, and Veronaville was alerted to events by the comings and goings from the lit-up house all night. Having realized that there was nothing she or anyone else could do for Patrizio, Bianca fell into Oberon's arms in the hallway, where he comforted her with kisses. Romeo and Lucy left their argument as they realized something had gone very wrong; they stood silently beside Beatrice as she tried to comfort her grandmother, both of them trembling slightly. Romeo was shaking from fear, fear of what would happen now that Uncle Antonio was in charge; he could not be expected to be as unobservant as Grandfather had been. Lucy's shivers, however, were of excitement as she looked admiringly at Antonio struggling to keep a stern, tearless expression; unless she'd really misunderstood everything she'd heard from Tony, the twins, and the rest of his family, he was now in charge of the Montys. Her lover was the head of the Monty family! Antonio, seeing the ardour in her eyes and realizing that he really loved his dirty little secret, wondered how he could keep the danger of his position from touching her; feeling he needed to be alone, he walked out and had left the house before even Father Laurence Stratford and the police had arrived.
During the confusion, the phone rang; when Oberon answered, it was a contact of his (pointy-eared townie!) informing him that the verdict was out for Bianca. As expected, as the Montys had wanted, as all the antics encouraging the jury to think the whole pack of them were off their heads had been set up in an effort to cause...not guilty by reason of insanity, with the heavy implication that that insanity was the result of brain damage from Consort Capp's attempt on her life. Now, as to how they were going to keep her from being committed to the asylum...that was up to them being clever again, wasn't it? Too bad about Patrizio, by the way. Oberon thanked the townie, hung up, and threaded his way through the house to tell Bianca and Isabella.
That wasn't the greatest idea, as they quickly began arguing about how they were going to convince the court that Bianca would be best treated in a home environment. Oberon, feeling the cold creep of realization that he just might have been played, went to ask Pascal Subject, who he'd met a few times in town, to come over. As he outright stated, he wanted to know what it was like to be a vampire, and he'd heard Pascal was one now. Pascal brought both the Beakers over, and they quickly inserted themselves into the argument; turns out a mad scientist and his somewhat sadistic physician wife are very useful in making excuses for murder, and they had some ideas for how to keep Bianca from being institutionalized. Circe loudly gave Bianca credit for her ability to have not one, but two healthy daughters, and while Bianca rather bitterly commented that it was ironic she had such bad luck herself, she was more than willing to accept a debt of gratitude from Circe. Meanwhile, with everyone distracted...Pascal was tasting Oberon's sweet blood as he turned him into a vampire. Bianca may well be able to keep her freedom, but she will have to search for another father for the child she wants so much to have. Oh, and Isabella has heard the rumours of a occult telephone, and wants to bring Patrizio back to life... And Oberon, who went to work on a candid painting of Bottom after becoming a vampire, got a subscription to the Arts & Crafts magazine and a membership card to My Muse II for all his painting!
Interestingly, Patrizio left Jason Larson a bit of money, though the other four people named in the pop-up were all Montys. This is a bit of a mixed blessing for Jason, I'd say...
At the Capp Manor, Tybalt was holding his temper with great difficulty. Juliette had showed up for Consort's funeral, all right -- showed up expelled from college, pregnant, and with the gall to claim that she hadn't done anything dishonourable and that it didn't matter who she chose as father for her children, since she was the head of the Capp family now. "As guardian of the family, I guard its good name," he hissed at his sister. "I will not allow anybody to drag it through the mud -- including you, madam. Get changed into something black."
Oh, how mad he was; the funeral, in his opinion, was a farce. Juliette didn't bother wearing a hat, let alone one with a veil. Regan and Cornwall were obnoxiously over-affectionate with each other, with much hand-kissing and serenading -- he was sure they were trying to show how respectable they were. Goneril came in the white scrubs of her asylum uniform, with Priya Ramaswami as her minder, seemed drugged, and went wandering through the graveyard when left alone for a few moments. Albany and his kids were ill-dressed and ill-behaved, and the foster parent looking after Ariel was a gawking old lady who Tybalt thought had only brought Ariel to her grandfather's funeral to poke around and who could have at least coughed up enough for a black dress for the child. A tall, flat-chested blond woman with too much makeup showed up and claimed to be "Mag, a friend of Juliette's from college," and while she was dressed decently, Tybalt was almost certain that she was flirting with Hermia. Father Laurence Stratford was decidedly overweight, looked more like a frightened rodent than usual, was wearing a baggy sweater and jeans, and kept running off to use the toilet. And Tybalt...well, nobody else was behaving themselves, so why should he bother to get dressed, or not spend half the time flirting with a townie crush of his in the old master bedroom, still in his dressing-gown? With a new Family secondary aspiration, he wanted to have his first WooHoo!
Hermia got a Popularity secondary, and spent a lot of time talking despondently with her Riverblossom cousins, who were set on trying to cheer her up and have her join in making a joke of the whole event. Juliette, with a Romance secondary, wanted to see Romeo again, but couldn't invite him to a house full of Capps; instead, she hid in the bathroom until Paris Prince -- who was trying to hide his confusion about why he was even invited -- walked in, tried to hug her, told her she looked great, and convinced her that she'd best show no shame if she didn't act ashamed. "It works for me all the time," he said. She accepted that he wasn't that bad a guy, despite being a cop, and agreed to hang out with him and her cousins.
During the latter part of the funeral, Prince of Cats grew into an adult that looks a bit like a Siamese, and Mr Humble somehow delivered the computer onto the raised, inaccessible back platform behind the house! There was such a crowd that quite a few guests hung around after the funeral, including all the Riverblossom kids, Albany and Kent (who promptly got in a screaming match about something or other, probably Ariel's custody) and Cornwall...and, fortuitously, Paris Prince. As Juliette took a cell-phone call from a professor and told her about her pregnancy, Tybalt seized Paris's arm on the other side of the patio. "Hear that?" he muttered, nodding at Juliette. "Went to college, and came back with the next generation on the way, and no husband." Paris nodded, looking unconcerned. "That's where you come in, Captain Prince," Tybalt continued. "I expect you to be an honourable man and marry my sister -- quickly."
It took one glance for Paris to see that this was no joke. Sputtering in indignation, he demanded, "Are you crazy? Do you think I'm crazy? I like WooHoo, yes, but I know better than to shag Lady Capp; anyway, I've got a fiancée who likes it even more than I do. I did not put that beach ball under her dress! I...I hadn't even spoken ten words to her before today!"
"Irrelevant," Tybalt snapped. "You are of a decent family, and an acceptable Capp husband. I am almost certain who, as you so elegantly put it, put that beach ball under Juliette's dress...and he is eminently unsuitable. It has to be him, or she wouldn't be refusing to tell us and saying it doesn't matter. It doesn't, of course, but she needs a husband -- a good one."
"Well, that's not me!" Paris retorted.
"Don't flatter yourself," Tybalt replied with a sneer. "I'd pass you right over, but speed is of the essence. She must be married by the time her child is born. Plan your bachelor party fast, Paris Prince; by this time tomorrow, you shall be Paris Capp."
Paris shook his head. "Not happening," he said, pulling away from Tybalt and heading for the steps down to the road. "I'm a free man, not your slave. Neither is your sister, by the way."
"Free," Tybalt said. "That would mean I have no power over you, correct?"
"That's right," Paris said, wishing Tybalt would stop following him.
"Chloe Curious." Tybalt said the name quietly, but it had the desired impact; Paris spun, almost stumbling on the steps. "She's dead," Tybalt continued, watching the stricken look on Paris's face. "Oh, her heart still pumps green blood, but her death is set -- set by your words. If you are not husband to Juliette by the time her firstborn draws first breath, Chloe Curious dies. Horribly. And by your very own stubbornness." His voice shifted to a honeyed tone. "You don't have to lose her by marrying Juliette. We're very tolerant of affairs, you know. Just be properly discreet...really, my man, what choice do you have? Lose everything, or a life of luxury? What choice is that?"
"I'm a cop," Paris managed to say. "Chloe is, her sister is, her sister's boyfriend is, my dad is -- well, was -- police chief...her dad's Mister Smith from Strangetown. We can protect her, you must realize."
Tybalt's smirk turned into a grin. "Not. From. Us. You know you can't. And yes, I have an offer of this sort for Juliette too. I know the man she loves -- and I hate him. But if she marries you, I'll let him live. If. Go explain that to her."
Feeling numb, Paris climbed the steps again, but his attempt to inform Juliette of her brother's ultimatum was ignored with rude disdain for the idea of marrying anyone, let alone him. Watching Paris stammer and wave, Tybalt decided he needed reinforcements...and he'd got that phone from the Greenman girl for a reason, bad funeral or not. He picked up the handset of the Resurrect-O-Nomitron he had placed on the patio, and steeled himself for the call. He was careful to pay enough for his grandfather not to be a zombie, but it wasn't quite enough...because Consort Capp is now a bit nice and rather sloppy, having had his brain chemistry scrambled quite a bit by turning to dust and returning. He gave his grandson a poisonous look, hissed that he could have at least performed the ritual inside, and flapped indoors as a bat; however, on having the situation explained, he agreed to follow Paris into the bathroom he was in and give him a real good scare.
Needless to say, being confronted by the vicious vampire criminal whose funeral he had just attended -- whose coffin was still in the hall -- was enough to shake any confidence Paris might have had in his ability to protect Chloe. He'd seen Mrs Broke's body on the slab, had read her autopsy report. What Consort had done to her... It had been luck Chester had been able to dispose of him, but apparently that had lasted just as long as it did in the classic vampire movies! Consort didn't even have to threaten Chloe. All he had to do was state, "You will break off your engagement. You will marry Juliette tomorrow. You will tell nobody outside this family that you have seen me. You know the consequences of disobedience."
That night, Juliette awoke from restless dreams to realize somebody was sitting on the couch in her room. "Go away, Tybalt," she said sleepily. "I'm not marrying him."
"It's Paris," he said, switching on the light. As Juliette sat up sharply, looking angry, he stooped to play with Prince of Cats on the floor. "Listen. Please, just listen. I don't want to do this either, but...I can't lose Chloe, and I don't think you can lose your man either. We don't really have a choice. Juliette...I know this hurts to think about, but do you know what your grandfather did to Brandi Broke?"
Juliette couldn't believe what he was telling her; she rushed downstairs in her underwear, only to find Consort (who had just got a Knowledge secondary aspiration) strolling out of his room, wiping blood from his mouth. "How now, my headstrong!" he called merrily, and the childhood nickname made her shiver. "You look lovely; so womanly you've become since I saw you last. My, with what hast we must switch from mourning to matrimony!"
In the bedroom, Tybalt was clapping Malcom Landgraab on the shoulder, telling him he'd served admirably, and assuring him he'd be rewarded greatly. As he told him the power of the Resurrect-O-Nomitron (leaving out the trouble that tended to come from its use) and pushed the phone onto him, he thought about the townie he'd seen while getting the mail a few hours before. Despite her frilly dress, she looked like she'd run across town, and from the excited news she blurted out, it seemed she had. "Mr Capp!" she had blurted. "Boss Monty is dead!"
"Patrizio Monty is dead?" Tybalt asked.
The townie nodded, grinning, and he recognized her as a Monty underling the Capps had bought the divided loyalty of. "With his head in a toilet, so I've heard," she said. "Antonio is the new Boss; Isabella's half out of her head with grief, wants to bring the old guy back. Thought you'd like to know -- and give my regards to Lady Capp." She had grinned before heading off in the direction of the Summerdream estate.
Having received news like that, Tybalt thought it best to get the Resurrect-O-Nomitron off of Capp property as fast as he could, to avoid the chance of a raid to seize it. And really, who better to get it than such a great businessman as Malcolm Landgraab, who was willing to sell his silence and his blood for it?
Juliette went back upstairs, feeling helpless. She wept as she prayed to the alter on her desk; then she wept in the shower. She couldn't marry Paris! She was married to Romeo, but to admit it would be to get him killed. And Paris seemed like a nice guy -- he shouldn't lose the one he loved either. But what could she do? And then she realized... Hermia was banging on the door, wanting to take a bath. Juliette let her it, went into her room, and then slipped downstairs. As she'd expected, there in a cranny of the frame of the big bed was the ancient bottle of sleeping pills Grandfather had gotten after Granny died. He'd never taken any, it seemed, and she briefly wondered if he'd gotten them for the same purpose she now intended to use them for...though it seemed unlikely, with who he was now. Praying that they had only gained potency with time, she went to the bathroom, got a glass of water, and gulped them down. She had intended to go back to her own room, but she felt she could walk no further by the time she reached Hermia's door, and she couldn't even make it to her sister's bed. She collapsed to the floor, her last thoughts before the blackness being a hope that Hermia, the new Lady Capp, would understand and would bring her back like Tybalt had Grandfather as soon as the storm blew over, and that her baby -- or babies, as she was starting to suspect -- would survive her voyage to and return from that far shore.
((Not that I'd intended this cliffhanger, but I got it too; Juliette oh-so-conveniently turned up passed out and very hungry on the floor of Hermia's room as I checked everyone's whereabouts (and for straggling ghosts) before saving at 7:10 AM. Well, that sticks to the plot nicely!))
Have Mansions & Gardens without Apartment Life and can't find the University espresso bar? You're not the only one! I claim whatever dubious bragging rights there are for proving this is yet another M&G-without-AL bug.
Sawyer Wellington, future adventurer and sweet neighborhood boy-next-door gave me a shock. He had just left for Sim State and he was getting acquainted with his new dorm mates in a (current) all-male dorm. Some of the bros invited over girls from the all-female dorm and before I knew it Sawyer was off in the hot-tub woo-hooing a rando he had chemistry with. I guess that's just a thing that comes with college. I was just surprised how quick he got into the swing of things!
Uh oh! My social bar is low - that's why I posted today.