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Current Project: Phases of the Moone: a Sims 3 Supernatural Legacy
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-84747370515091009722016-09-01T07:12:00.002-07:002016-09-01T07:12:26.808-07:00Announcement If you haven't noticed yet,I haven't posted in awhile. The biggest reason for this is that I'm currently working on an original novel I intend to publish that is taking up a lot of my time. For now, this website is on hiatus. I'm sorry. To my readers, thank you for sticking with me this far.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-69629876283985832292016-08-10T13:39:00.000-07:002016-08-12T12:29:29.940-07:00Phases of the Moone 2.3<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Shortly after Prom the school year ended
and summer break began. For about half that year Basil’s head had been buried
in books about folklore and stuff like that in reaction to a strange call he’d
gotten from the science lab asking him to bring a rainbow gem and 2000 simoleons
to the lab. According to my mom it hadn’t been the first time they got a call like
that. As mentioned before he studied chemistry a lot too, desperate to find
something that could turn Mystery into a human. From that research he learned
that such a gem could be found in Shang Simla, China. On top of all that he
somehow managed to build a compelling case for just He, Oberon and me to go on
a trip to Shang Simla. I was all for an adventure like that and with some
convincing Oberon decided to join us as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “We have to go early in the summer though.” Oberon said. “Starting July 1st, I'm taking extra classes at a local community college to get rid of some of the Basics I need for my future pre-med degree.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> On June 2<sup>nd</sup>
our plane landed in the Shang Simla right next to a commune for
adventures like ourselves, it was about the only thing we could afford, even
after combining all three of our allowances.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In front of the commune building
was a sign covered with part time jobs and other “adventures” that residents of
the estate could take on for a little extra cash. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil ripped the first piece of paper from the board that
caught his attention. “Come on, we’re going to a place called the Hall of the
Lost Army.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> From the tone of his voice, Oberon and I realized there
was no arguing with him and we followed obediently. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">During out bike ride to the tomb Oberon asked, “So, what’s she
like?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Who?” Basil answered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Mystery of course.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil blushed. “She’s sweet, but
determined and really ambitious. She wants to be the world’s greatest ghost
hunter once she’s human and a good mom too.” Basil went on and on about his
imaginary friend, but I tuned him out pretty quickly, firstly to prevent myself
from barfing and secondly because my mind had drifted to peppermints, brown hair and witches. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A few moments later I
almost wrecked my bike when Basil stopped in front of the tomb. We tied our
bikes to a nearby rack and went inside
the seemingly small building. It wasn’t immediately obvious where the tomb’s
entrance was</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Basil asked a fellow adventurer
if he knew where the entrance was, but he didn’t. Thanks to the countless hours
I spent reading pulp stories about adventuring archaeologists I couldn’t help
but wonder if there was a secret entrance somewhere and started to look around
for anything remotely suspicious. Eventually, I spotted cement square with
footprints engraved in it. Curious I put my feet in the prints and the Hall of
the Lost Army started to shake. A few minutes part of the floor opened to reveal
a staircase and I experienced my first rush of excitement and adrenaline that I could never get from anything else besides exploring. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I ran towards the staircase
taking the lead and Basil swiftly followed. Oberon on the other hand opted to stay
on the first floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I’ll um.. Keep watch.” He said, but Basil and I both knew
he was simply afraid. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Instead of teasing him though I simply said, “Suit yourself
Little brother.” Okay, maybe I teased him a little, a couple minutes hardly
counted as younger, but he was certainly acting like it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Once inside I forgot all of that and simply took in what
would become my favorite scent, musty earth.
There was also the slight hint of being watched, but the experience was
intoxicating. A few feet in Basil and I came across our first obstacle,
something that would become a common sight after a few more adventures. In this
particular instance there was another cement marker, but this one had a symbol
on it instead of footprints. There were also several gargoyle-like statues
lingering around and a locked door across the room. It was a little startling at first, but it
didn’t take long for me to figure out what needed to be done next. I walked over to one of the statues and
started to pull it towards the marker on the floor. It was unexpectedly light. Basil looked at me
like I was crazy, until part of the floor moved to reveal another one of the footprint
markers, then he looked impressed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I pointed to the marker. “Go stand on that so we can see
what happens next.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil did just that and the chain on the door hit the
ground and the sound of clattering
chains filled the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Who the heck sets up contraptions like this?” Basil
asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “My guess is the people who built the tomb, in order to
discourage grave robbers” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil just shook his head. “Who knew all those Appaloosa
Rones movies we watched were based on some truth.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Write what you know or can research, I guess.” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The next room was smaller
and the only things in it were a strange, circular indent in the wall and a
stone pool about the size of a small hot tub. I decided the indent would be
easier to inspect and tried to put my hand inside without so much as a glance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil grabbed my arm before I could do that though. “Are
you an idiot? There could be snakes in there or a poisonous spider. “ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I pulled my hand away. “I’m a fairy. I’m pretty sure I
could heal a little snake bite.” After that I stuck my hand right back inside
and pulled out a small bar of copper covered in colorful beetles of sort. I
shook them off easily and turned to Basil. “I told you there was nothing to
worry about. We can sell this metal in town and make a little money.” I tucked
the bar in my shorts pocket and moved towards the pool. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil stepped in front of me. “Either give me the copper
or I’ll explore the pool and you stay here. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I smirked. “Okay, go dive in the pool then.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil rolled his eyes and mumbled what sounded like, “Damn,
mischievous fairies.” He looked before he jumped in, but he did swim through it
until I heard him on the other side of the wall. “There’s a treasure chest in
here!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Cool, wait there and I’ll
meet you on the other side.” I said through the wall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I was halfway in the pool when I heard Basil say, “No,
stay out there and I’ll bring out the treasure. It’s really tight in here and
I’m not sure how stable this room is.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I reluctantly climbed out of the pool and sulked against
the wall. A few moments later Basil
emerged with a cracked vase made of some sort of metal. I complemented his find and then he glanced
down at his watch. “Dang, it’s already 6:00 pm.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “So, it’s not like we have parents here to tell us to
come home for dinner or anything.” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yeah, but the sun is about to set and it’s a full moon
tonight.” Basil said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I rubbed the back of my head. “Oh yeah, we probably
should find somewhere to camp then, since I doubt to commune wants a werewolf
running around.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> A sad expression dusted Basil’s face for a second, before
it was quickly replaced with his usual serious expression. “I think there’s a
guy in the marketplace that sells tents. “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> It took longer to get out of the tomb than we expected
and so, the moment we emerged the light of the full moon hit Basil and he
immediately transformed. Thankfully, Oberon greeted us as soon as we got out
and he had armfuls of tents and other supplies. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I got bored waiting for you guys.” He said with a
supply-laden shrug. “I figured we needed camping supplies since tonight’s a
full moon and we don’t want a repeat of the Egypt trip when we were kids.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil howled to say thank you and I gave Oberon a grateful
pat on the shoulder. “Brother, you’re a life saver.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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gorgeous countryside and its tombs. No matter how much we searched though, we
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“Tough luck, Basil,” I said
as we were claiming our bags back in Moonlight Falls. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “That’s okay, I’ll just have to double up my chemistry
efforts and save up money for another trip,” Basil said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Just keep trying and Mystery will be all-human before you
know it,” Oberon said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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helped, but Basil did just as he said he would, although it would be a little longer before any of us(Besides
Basil) saw Mystery for ourselves</span></div>
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<a name='more'></a><b>A/N Technically the China adventures came before the prom, but I thought putting it here would make a little more sense, story-wise. Next update Monday. </b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The first and best mistake I
ever made came in the form of a beautiful, older witch named Brittany Bertiger. Basil was senior in high school, Oberon and I
were juniors and the triplets had just turned two. Basil was still hooked on
Mystery, but being basically a ghost (we hoped, for the sake of Basil’s
sanity), he couldn’t invite her, so Oberon and I went instead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I spotted Brittany
on the other side of the dance floor being hit on by a bad boy looking type and
she was not returning his flirts. I had
a weakness for people in distress, so when the asshole wouldn’t leave her
alone, I stepped in and cast the spell, chattering teeth on him. He responded by sucker punching me in the
face. Next thing I knew the two of us were in the middle of the dance floor
beating the crap out of each other. Chaperons quickly pulled us apart and kicked
the two of us out of the prom. As soon as we were outside the deuce climbed in
his car and drove away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I was about to fly home myself when she stepped outside
and walked towards me. “Thanks back there, I mean I should have cast a spell
myself before the fight escalated before it did, but I’m really grateful
none-the-less,” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “It’s no big deal, really. When people need help I can’t
help, but act,” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She took a wand from her
dress pocket and pointed it at me. “Let me at least help the swelling on your
face go down.” She stepped closer, I remember her breathe on me and the scent
of peppermint coming from her hair. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She waved her wand and a
warm glow filled my face. When it faded there was no trace left of me being
punched. The warmth drifted a little
lower, but that had nothing to do with her spell. “Thanks. That helped a lot.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Are you busy Saturday night?” she asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “No.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Next Saturday is a full moon there’s a silly trial of
courage thing going on in the graveyard. It sounded fun, but you need a date to
finish it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Sure, sounds like fun.” I said, not that any guy in
their right mind would say no. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> She kissed me on the cheek. “See you Saturday then.” After
that she hopped on her broomstick and flew home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> My cheek warmed where her lips touched it and I flew home
in a pleasant daze. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Saturday couldn’t get here soon enough. I wasn’t too
nervous, instead I was excited. When I told Oberon about my first date he practically
grabbed my hand and pulled me to the closest clothing store. He even offered to
pay for me to get a haircut, but I refused. At the time I liked my hair long
and only trimmed it when it was absolutely necessary, and I preferred to do
that myself. Finally Saturday night arrived and I met Brittany at the
graveyard. She wore a hoodie and shorts, but she could of worn a bag and I still
would have been head over heels. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“You look great.” Brittany
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Thanks, you look good yourself.” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> She grabbed my hand. “Let’s go. “ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Inside the cemetery it was dark except for glowing blue
lamps, Brittany’s wand and the Aura of Soothing I projected to give a us a little
bravery boost. The trial itself consisted of following the lanterns on a fence
around a pre-determined path. Zombies and ghosts shuffled by occasionally,
but thanks to the fence they were only as dangerous as a lion or cow plant at
the zoo. One zombie did reach over the fence to try and get us, but Brittany
and I cast spells at the same time, knocking out the unfortunate zombie. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> When we reached the end of the trial Brittany pointed to
the night sky and said, “the stars are lovely tonight, wanna watch them with me
for a little while?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Sure,” I said and led her off the path a little, keeping
a careful eye out for zombies and ghost, just in case. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> We sat on the ground and Brittany scooted close enough
that her knees brushed against mine. “Thanks
for taking me out. “She said in a soft, husky voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I’m glad you invited me to come with you.” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She smiled and held my hand
in hers. After that we sat in silence for</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">some time just enjoying each other’s company.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Our date ended when a couple ghosts appeared, chilled the
air and killed the mood.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I walked
Brittany home and, but when we got to her house she paused in her driveway and
grabbed my hands.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I knew what she
expected me to do, but I completely froze when I remembered that I’d never
kissed a girl before, aside from my mom.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">What if I messed up?</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When Brittany
noticed this she pulled me towards her face and the rest I could figure out on
my own. We shared a peppermint scented kiss that I still remember every detail
of to this day.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a name='more'></a><b>A/N Hope you enjoyed this early update. I'm getting my wisdom-teeth taken out tomorrow (August 4, 2016), so I'm not sure I'll feel up to posting a new chapter on Monday. However, the latest the next chapter should be up is Next Wed. </b><o:p></o:p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-31038618645428155492016-08-01T12:29:00.002-07:002016-08-10T13:55:17.401-07:00Phases of the Moone 2.1<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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who glorifies large “quirky” families has never actually been a part of one. I have five siblings. My brother, Basil is the oldest followed by
me and my twin brother Oberon</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> After that are the triplets, who are
thirteen years younger than me, because my parents just couldn’t keep it in
their pants. As you may have guessed they’re <i>that </i>couple, you know the type, no matter how old they get they can’t
keep their hands off one another, its gross, especially when they’re your
parents. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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up I spend most days fighting over our two bathrooms and trying not to kill
anyone else in the house that busted at the seams with people and a cat. </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">On the plus side our house was always lively,
especially around the full moon when three of my family members changed into
raging wolf beasts or when Basil’s</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">imaginary friend, Mystery felt like making herself
known to the rest of the family. Everything else in life should have been easy
compared to dealing with my family, I learned my family would be the ones that would make the harder parts
of my life bearable . Trust me, I built the school of hard knocks from all of my bad decisions starting my junior year of high school ,but my family was always there. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-14681427940711517162016-07-29T16:30:00.000-07:002016-07-29T16:37:58.882-07:00Phases of the Moone: Gen 2 Intro <div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Meet Ashe Augustus Moone </span></b></div>
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<b>Occult Type: </b>Fairy</div>
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<b>Traits</b>: Good, Adventurous,Brave, Loves the Outdoors, Snob</div>
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<b>Lifetime Wish</b>:Seasoned Traveler </div>
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<b>Summery</b>: Ashe Moone grew up in a huge family and struggled to find his own place within since both he and his twin brother, Oberon were always stuck in the middle of six kids. To get himself noticed he was always a bit of a rebel( although his intentions were never malicious) and did things like date an older woman and refuse to go to college with his twin, at least at first. His protectiveness got the better of him and he chose to join Oberon after all. There he meets a woman named Nina who forever alters his life's direction. His story begins Monday, August 1rst. </div>
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put the finishing touches on Basil’s bachelor pad. Like his nursery and bedroom before that we
painted most of it orange. We also added an extra bathroom in it since he
needed one and one simply wouldn’t be enough anymore after the new baby
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the same time Ashe and Oberon turned thirteen. Since the house was a mess after
the construction we decided to celebrate their birthday in a nearby park. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones,
maybe not, but I cried when they blew out the candles. A few days after the party my water broke and
Jasper rushed me to the hospital. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As soon as
the car started going anxiety crept into my skull. According to the doctor we
were expecting twins again, two girls, but he also warned me that my advanced
age of near forty meant that a C-section was almost guaranteed. Before this moment
building Basil’s room had kept my mind busy so I didn’t worry about everything
that could go wrong or worry my kids about it, now nothing was holding them
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Jasper grabbed my hand and held it
until the paperwork was signed and I was in my hospital bed. I wished he could
have stayed throughout the entire birth, but as my doctor expected, I needed a
C-section. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> The rest of the labor is a blur of </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">anesthesia</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">and Epidural until one phrase cleared the fog,
although the voice that said it was distant. “There’s one more’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> A few minutes later a nurse held two
little girls and Jasper held a little boy. I grabbed at the air trying to get a hold of at least one of my kids, but a nurse was pulling me away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Mrs. Moone," she said in a cold,
stilted voice, “You’ve lost a lot of blood, we have to get you a transfusion immediately.”
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> In my medicated state I tried to
stand and my head spun. The nurse gently pressed me back down onto the bed and
I didn’t fight her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The triplets and I spent an extra
three weeks in the hospital just to make sure everything was okay. When we
returned home I was greeted by Jasper and three handsome young men. Wfen I saw them a
thousand stresses melted away. There would be a lot of growing pains, but for
now I was relieved the triplets were alive and healthy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The oldest of them a werewolf like
me, Like Basil she should no signs of being an occult, but by them we knew
better. We named her Maribelle Jane Moone.</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div>
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was another little girl with wings matching Jasper’s, Ashe and Oberon’s, we
named her Posie Olivia Moone. Like Ashe she took after Jasper in many other ways as
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was a fairy and we named him Jack Michael Moone, after my boss who passed a couple years after he retired. He helped we a
lot when I first moved to Moonlight Falls a lifetime ago. </span></div>
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from the miracle triplets to the older kids to Jasper and tears welled up in my
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>Final Side Note</b>: Ramona giving birth to triplets really was a </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">legitimate</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> surprise. I'd forgotten I'd set the default "Woohoo" to risky using NRAAS Woohooer and so when she got pregnant I wasn't expecting it . I wasn't expecting triplets either since I'd also forgotten both Jasper and Ramona had gotten the fertility treatment reward. All and all I think this little surprise at the end made this story more interesting. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-28496832108331704632016-07-26T13:31:00.001-07:002016-07-26T13:35:25.815-07:00Phases of the Moone 1.13<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Before
I knew it, Basil reached his thirteenth birthday. It was a bittersweet moment
because he had grown into a wonderful young man, but I knew that in just a few
years he’d be out of his house and on his own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">With his birthday
I was positive that he’d forget about Mystery completely, but he didn’t and
instead asked for a chemistry set so he could create the potion needed to bring
her to life. I didn’t want to get him the set at first because he was much too
old for us to encourage his frankly delusion behavior. However, strange things
started to happen around the house. For instance one day I swore I saw a plate
moving towards the dishwasher on its own, when I moved in to get a closer look
it was right back on the table where it was left earlier. </span><br />
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a call from the Science Lab mentioning that they saw Basil talking to an invisible being on one of the class field trips. They requested he come back to their lab with
2000 simoleons and a rainbow gem. I couldn’t help but wonder if there something
to be said about Basil’s claims. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we should get Basil chemistry set and see what happens.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we got him that chemistry set, Basil’s life greatly improved. While he still
had few friends and talked about Mystery constantly, he did join both The
Science and Shop clubs to help improve his chemistry skills. I had high hopes that he'd make actual friends in the his clubs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Life became pretty routine after
that. The boys would go to school and their clubs , I would go to work and Jasper
would tend to his plants and manage the house. One
spring morning, Jasper and I decided to change up the routine after the boys
left for school. I didn’t have work for a few hours yet so we decided to take
advantage of our alone time. What started with a simple dance to shake up the morning routine ended in the shower and most people
could guess what happened after that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I was older than I was when the boys
were born, so I figured that my child birthing days were over, but a few weeks
later I woke up feeling more nauseous than I ever had before. I had my suspicions, but refused to believe I
was expecting any more kids, until I puked my guts out shortly after the boys
got home from school. The one bathroom we had was occupied so I spilled basically
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I pulled
Jasper to the side and told him about my symptoms. “What are we going to do?” I
asked him in a hushed tone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “We’ll be fine. What’s one more kid?
We’ll build Basil his own personal bachelor pad outside the house and give his room to the new baby. Not to mention Ashe and Oberon’s thirteenth birthday is just
a few months away, we’ll have plenty of help,” Jasper said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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said and even looked forward to the new baby, but sometimes life isn’t quite as
simple as you’d like it to be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The next
morning a got a notice in the mail informing me that Mr. Blainstreet had named
me the new fire chief starting in January with a nice bonus included. Jasper
and I used a chunk of it to remodel the living room, but even after we had
painted the walls among many other things there was still plenty of it left.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I guess we’ll put the rest of it in
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I have a better idea, “he said,
smiling ear-to-ear. I asked him what he had planned and he answered, “Let’s
take the family on a vacation to celebrate your new promotion.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> After about a week or two of
planning me, Jasper and the boys were on our way to Al Simhara, Egypt. The only
requirement I had was that Basil had to leave Mystery at home, he complained,
which concerned me a little, but got over it as soon as me reached our base
camp. The moment our plane landed his eyes lit up and he started exploring the
base and even talking to some of the other explorers staying there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I let out a relieved sigh and
grabbed a book to read. The original plan was that we’d spent most of the day
hanging around base camp and settling in and then maybe we go eat at the
marketplace later. Basil, Oberon and I were perfectly fine with that idea, but
Ashe and Jasper couldn’t sit still and were running around and casting fairy
pranks on each other and a handful of other tourists like ourselves.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “If
the two are bored, why don’t you go somewhere instead of disrupting the peace
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“Daddy, can we go explore a tomb like Appaloosa Rones or something?!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Sure thing Kiddo,” he said and the
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The rest of us didn’t join them and
they returned within a couple hours. According to them they tried to explore
the Sphinx, but due to some obstacles that included fire among other dangerous
things they didn’t get much farther than the entrance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I got one look at their photos and
decided that no one in the family was going to raid anymore tombs this trip
because hospital bills were expensive. I didn’t say it aloud, but those pictures
made my heart race from anxiety. The Sphinx wouldn’t be the last tomb my kids
explored, but by the time they tried “tomb raiding” again they would be much older. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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rest of the first day went as planned; everyone stuck around base camp to the
point where we didn’t even go out for dinner. However, that didn’t mean that we
didn’t sample the culture a little bit, there were some interesting meal around
base camp, including camel brain which we all tried. The dish, for lack of a
better word, had a rubbery texture and tasted like a leather shoe. I took one
bite and opted for some toast and jam instead. Everyone else seemed to feel
about the same, except for Oberon who actually had seconds.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The next morning
we took our time getting ready and planning how we would spend our first full day
in Al Simhara. By the time the boys had
gotten bored enough to start playing in the sand we decided to just explore Al
Simhara a little (avoiding the tombs of course).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Everywhere
we looked was another beautiful landscape, but the real pieces of paradise were
off the beaten path. My favorite place
we found was small, jungle oasis we came across. The little piece of green was
so thick and overgrown that Jasper and I managed to steal a moment for ourselves
to snuggle close and kiss which was just getting harder to do as the boys grew
older. Ashe ran over to us a few moments
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The sun set far too soon and we returned to base camp. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The next day was our last full day. At
Breakfast some shady people who said they worked for a company called MorcuCorp
came to our camp and started offering anyone who wanted it a job. No one took
it and we quickly herded our family to the Marketplace to get away from them. We spent the day enjoying the pool and everything else the Marketplace had to offer and then night fell. I’d forgotten what time of
month it was due to the time difference and as usual as soon as the moon rose
Basil’s and my wolf sides came out.
Jasper assures me that I behaved myself and actually spent most of the
night playing chess with Oberon.</span></div>
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on the other hand was a little more of a terror. He did a lot of damage to the
furniture and even tried to attack some of the locals, they were zombie locals,
but it was still bad behavior. We booked the first flight home the next morning.</span></div>
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As Basil and the twins grew, I started to notice that
Oberon was easily frustrated. If he didn't take the exact amount of steps he
needed or didn't quite get a word he would start over from the beginning. Ashe
on the other hand owned his mistakes and if he fell he dusted himself and got
right back up from where he hit the ground. I was relieved he had such
confidence and hoped that some of it would rub off on his twin. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Because of Oberon’s apparent
perfectionism their toddler days were bitter sweet and I also didn’t take as
many pictures as I should have, but I did have a few, including one where Ashe
mastered the art of walking.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Although
my hours weren’t bad, in those days I still worked a good chunk of the day away
and Oberon worked best on his own, so I wasn’t able to be around enough to
capture his milestones and while I love
Jasper, he wasn’t much of a shutterbug . I did capture several great perplexed Rasputin expressions as he observed
the three small occults running around the house at all times. If it got too
much for the cat he'd go play with what Jasper and I nicknamed his “therapy wall
dancer”. Despite the fact that our boys annoyed him sometimes, Rasputin never
hurt them.</span><br />
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what felt like the blink of an eye the toddler days ended first with Basil’s
sixth and just a few short years later the twins’ birthday of the same age. Even though they were older, they were still
the cutest boys I’d ever seen. One of my favorite pictures of Basil was on his
sixth birthday and he started tapping on his leg and humming, as if his legs
were a drum. He never did anything with instruments, but it was still cute at
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completely different when he turned six, instead of pretending his leg was drum
he immediately started experimenting with the magic he inherited from Jasper.
One of my favorite pictures of him is one where he’s full of curiosity about
his abilities and would go on to use it for both good and mischief, although he
never seriously harmed anyone with it.</span></div>
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born with no fuss or noise. He wasn’t as eager as Ashe to use his magic
either ,but that didn’t stop him from getting into mischief with it later.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Any worries I had about his
perfectionism or quiet nature were quickly overshadowed by worries about Basil.
At around eight-years-old his childhood doll, Mystery vanished, but he constantly
talked about her coming alive and becoming his imaginary friend. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The roughest
incident for Basil happened on the Snowflake Day after Oberon and Ashe’s
seventh birthday. Basil was almost nine and after much debating (we still hadn’t
forgotten the Bachelor-Bachlorette incident) Jasper and I decided to throw a
gift-giving party since we thought it would be fun for the boys. It was
intended to just be a family party with us and the boys, but I let the plans
slip during my shift and Baylee and Larry (who were together) guilted we into
inviting them as well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “We have nowhere to go on Snowflake
Day, surely two more wouldn’t be too much of a hindrance on you,” Baylee had
said and I caved. Jasper, being the friendly type, didn’t try to talk me out of
it when I got home on Snowflake Day Eve. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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night I got a call on my emergency beeper that the heating system in the Fae
Ray Gardens was out and needed to be fixed or else the plants would die. As a
fireman I couldn’t say no, so I rushed to Fae Ray Park to get the problem solve
as quickly as possible. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It took a
little longer than I thought and by the time I finally got the heating
mechanism started, I was late to my own party. When I got there Basil had
transformed into his wolf form and the other three boys in the house were
casting spells like Chattering teeth and Hot Head on Larry and Baylee. The two
of them immediately stomped out of the house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Baylee paused just enough to turn
back at me and shout, “The fire chief will hear about this and we are never
coming to your parties ever again!” She was out the door before I could respond.</span></div>
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family while my thoughts were running a million miles an hour, worrying about
whether I would have a job in the morning.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Basil, Ashe and even Jasper stood
around looking guilty, Basil even whimpered like a kicked puppy. Oberon, on the other hand, calmly explained
the whole incident to me. “Basil was building a snowman with Mystery and
talking to her. Mrs. Baylee saw that and started whispering mean things about
him to Daddy with Basil right there, so Ashe cast chattering teeth on her and
then things esc..es…What’s the word?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Escalated is the word you’re
looking for.” I crossed my arms and
turned to the boys. “Please go to bed, your father and I have to talk. “Immediately
the boys vanished into their bedrooms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Jasper and I didn’t fight often, but
when we did the boys knew from an early age what we looked like when we were
about to have a serious conversations. “Did you have to cast spells as well?” I
asked Jasper. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I know, but Basil has enough people
picking on him already, he didn’t need a grown woman doing it as well, so I
shooed her out of the house and Larry followed her,” he said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Your childishness could have just
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I doubt it, you outrank those idiots by a lot
and isn’t Mr. Blainstreet about to retire anyways? I think he’s more interested
in finding a successor than petty squabbles between his employees.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I suppose your right, but what are we going to do about Basil? He has
no friends and…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Jasper cut me off. “You’re worried ,
I know, but he has his family and Mystery for as long as he needs her.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Maybe we should put him in scouts
or something like that. He can’t keep his imaginary friend forever.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Jasper grabbed my hands. “We’ll figure
something out, for now I say we go to bed and get a fresh start on that tomorrow.”
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “You’re right.” Jasper pulled me into an embrace and we stayed like that
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his optimistic words I slept little that night. If only I knew that things would
get easier for Basil, much better than I could possibly imagine.</span></div>
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few weeks, but we found an affordable house somewhat close to Moonlight Falls’
graveyard. It was a modest place, but the perfect size for our future family
and we immediately started remodeling to make the place our own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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first room we remodeled was me and Jasper’s. I still have the pictures and it
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unlike ours it has changed many times over the years. However the version that
was his nursery still holds a special place in my heart. In hindsight the sheer
amount of orange may have been a little much, but the color looked good on him
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we added during those first couple days including extending the house a little
so Jasper had a place for his plants and our unborn twins would have a room. We
didn’t do much else to it until a few doctors’ trips down the road when out
doctor swore that both of them would be girls. In response we made the room
purple and pink.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">By the time all that
was finish we had a lot of spending we had to make up for and things were a
little tight for awhile. Even after the twins were born and we found out they
were in fact both boys, there was no money left to change the room, so our
newest boys were stuck in a pink and purple nursery.</span><br />
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birth like it was yesterday. We were
experiencing an Indian summer. Fall leaves danced with a gentle wind. While it wasn’t
hot, the breeze was warm and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. On that same day,
Basil took his first steps.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Hours after
that my water broke, unlike last time the hospital bag was already packed and
we got to the hospital in just a few minutes. Ashe Augustus Moone was born
first and even then he looked just like his father. My labor with him was about
double the length of his twin and when he finally decided to come out he
immediately burst to tears, but just for a few seconds and then a cute little
frown appeared on his face and would stay there for most of his childhood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Oberon James Moone quietly followed
a few minutes later. For a few seconds me, Jasper, the doctor and the nurses
held their breath, unspoken worries clouded the air until he finally cried and cleared his lungs, but
only for a few minutes. When he stopped a little smile filled his face and then
he drifted to sleep. I held them both, speechless, but happy. It still amazes
me how opposite the two of them are, even in appearance. While both of them had
Jasper’s skin-tone and wings, Oberon had dark hair while Ashe had light. Oberon’s
eyes were darker, although both sets were a mix of both Jasper’s spring green
and my yellow. I glanced quickly from our two newest additions to Jasper and
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I stayed in
the hospital a little longer than I did with Jasper because I’d just given
birth to twins firstly, but secondly the nurses were concerned by the fact that
Oberon reacted a little slower to things like my face , than the other
babies including Ashe. He moved less, looked at people less and cried
less. I started to worry a little more
myself with each shot and blood test he went through without results. Finally,
after a month the doctors decided we could go home when there were no other
tests they could do on my newborn. I eagerly took them home, worries firmly
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Oberon is fine, he might just be a
little slow,” Jasper assured me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> His words and gestures of comfort didn’t make
me feel any better and for the next year of Oberon’s life I studied manuscript
after manuscript about babies and what
phases they needed to hit and when. Ashe was always ahead while Oberon was just
a little behind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Babies learn at different rates, he’s
fine.” Jasper always assured me and I worried, but tried to put it aside on their birthday.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I let them make a mess of their cakes and toddle after Basil wherever he went and I was happy and relaxed but a mother can never put her concerns away for too long.</span></div>
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<a name='more'></a><b>A/N Apologies for this late update and only having one this week. Things have been a bit busy. Next update Tuesday (I swear!)</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-68611902430351050772016-07-07T15:48:00.000-07:002016-07-07T16:06:56.975-07:00Phases of the Moone 1.9<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For the longest time Basil showed no signs of being an
occult. He didn’t have wings like Jasper and he didn’t transform during the
full moon like me. I hoped that meant it was impossible for him to inherit my furry
problem. That changed when his first birthday fell on a full moon. The moment
the moon fully rose into the sky, just like me he transformed. His first
target, our brand new love seat, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;">and then he filled the apartment with a shrill, feral howl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The rest of the night, besides that reveal, is a blur. I don’t
even think my wolf side cared.Giving birth to a new werewolf meant it had the
beginnings of a pack. Jasper assures me I never made plans like that, no matter
what I thought the next morning. I’m not so sure, but I never acted on them. I wish I could write my past self a letter assuring her that all the
worrying she would do for the next several years was a waste of time, but I couldn't. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Anyways, the next day Basil seemed unaffected by his transformation,
but the next moon was always in the back of my mind in those days. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Because the full moon interrupted any type of
party we could have set on his actual birthday, we had a quiet family
celebration the next day. Jasper also wanted
to get something really special for his first birthday, so we went to
the Consignment shop of all places. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“There’s this really popular doll sold there that everyone is
getting. Basil will love it!” he exclaimed like a child about to spend their
Christmas money. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“If you say so.” I said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It was a nice fall day and the Consignment store wasn’t too
far away, so we walked. Basil rode on Jasper’s shoulders the entire time. At the
time, that was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. Watching them together melted away my
worries, at least until we got to the store and saw the dolls. At the time there was a whole shelf dedicated to
them and they all looked like differently colored clowns of the same mold and
there was just something strange about them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasper looked up towards Basil. “All right Bud, point to your
favorite color." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Daddy, I wants that one.” Basil said and pointed to one that
was some sort of off-salmon color. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You don’t have to get one of the dolls if you don’t want it, Basil,”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Basil crossed his arms. “I do too wants her. Her name is Mizteree”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasper picked the doll up. “Mystery is a great name.” He
handed the doll to Basil and paid the cashier. I didn’t argue anymore because
Basil wanted it so badly and we were celebrating his birthday, but things only
got stranger from there. Anytime Basil
had free time he was playing with or singing to the doll. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">At one point I got so concerned I asked Jasper, “Do you think
he’s lonely? Does he need siblings? I
mean I know you work from home, but I am gone a lot during the day...” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“ I’m sure it’s just a phase, plus you should be proud of how
far you’ve come, you’re the Assistant Fire Chief now. Plus
I wouldn’t call working noon to five working a lot during the day,” Jasper said.
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I agreed to stop worrying about it. It was common for toddlers
to attach themselves to a certain stuffed animal or blanket. In hindsight I'm glad we bought him the doll, but it never stopped being </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">unusual. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Months went by and Jasper and I worked on teaching Basil
anything we though he might need to know. When he learned most of his basics I
started wanting more kids for entirely different reasons. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">One day, near the full moon I randomly burst into tears after work. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasper immediately pulled me into a hug. “What’s wrong,
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Basil is growing up so fast! In just a couple years he’ll be
starting kindergarten and then middle school and…” I blubbered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasper hugged me again and then whispered in a husky voice,“
Does this mean you want to try for more?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> My tears stopped and I whispered back, "Sounds fun to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> It didn’t take long before a familiar
wave of nausea woke me up a few mornings later.
The doctor’s visits that followed confirmed it, I was pregnant but this
time we were expecting twins. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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When my “stomach bug” didn’t go away
I took the day off of work and went to the doctor’s office with Jasper. When
the doctor told us that I wasn’t sick, but rather pregnant I remember Jasper
breathed a sigh of relief and then his cheek-to-cheek grin filled his face. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Can I feel your belly?” he asked <o:p></o:p></div>
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“As soon as we get back to the
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Once home I obliged his request and a
look of pure contentment filled his face. “What do we want to name our child?”
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I smiled." We don't even know the sex yet, we should figure that out before we start brainstorming baby names. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What I didn’t
tell Jasper at the time was that I was far more concerned about my child’s
species rather than their sex. What if they were a werewolf like me and lived
in fear of themselves every day? What if a hybrid was born and the fairy and
werewolf genes didn’t mix well? Could I
even give birth to a fairy if the baby took after Jasper? I should have voiced my concerns, but I didn’t.
Jasper just looked so happy and excited about the new baby and I didn’t want to
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I kept my issues to myself until the
day my water broke. It was a grim, gray, autumn day. Fog hung over Moonlight
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Moments later I felt excruciating pain
in my abdomen. “Jasper. It’s time.” Adrenaline pumped through my veins as the
worries I’d been having surfaced all over again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> After that the car ride, hospital lobby,
serious-faced doctors and pain blurred
together until I held Basil Windstone Moone in my arms and then everything </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">crystallized</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> into a single moment of elation as I looked into my son’s
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “What’s wrong?” Jasper asked and all
my worries came flooding out. After a few soft assurances by Jasper I felt a
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about the full moon, because I knew I would never hurt my own child. He didn’t
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year later I would realize that his lack of fear foreshadowed a whole new issue
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few weeks passed and we still hadn’t made any real wedding plans, nor had we set
a date to go up to the courthouse because work kept us both busy. Jasper was
getting more and more clients asking about his fresh produce and there was
always one fire or another for me to put out, including a few big ones.
Eventually all of our work paid off and we were both up for promotions again.
Jasper’s stipend increased and I became a </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">Back draft</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Specialist, which basically
meant I handled all the paperwork while still jumping when the alarm went off
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extra room (that used to be his) as a makeshift chapel. We exchanged rings and sealed the deal with a
soft, lingering kiss. I still don’t regret that we got married like we did. It
was short, sweet and the perfect expression of our love we still have for each
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while later it cooled down enough that we decided to tour the Plumbob Pictures
Backlot.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">While the history of Plumbob pictures
was interesting and everything our tour guide spoke in a monotonous voice and
rushed through most of the film studio. We eventually just slipped away from
the group to do a little exploring on our own. Jasper was much better tour
guide. Not only was he ten times more handsome than our guide, but his interpretation
of him was hilarious, especially when he did that after shifting to a smaller
size. While tiny, his voice was super high pitched, like he’s drank a whole
canister of helium. I still laugh whenever I think of that impression.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He’ll still do it occasionally, but I’m no
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> By the time we were done with the
backlot the sun had set and all the clubs, sports bars and lounges Bridgeport
is known for were open ( not to mention
it was a little cooler). We decided to
keep it simple the first night and went to a little place called Bridgeport
Sportszone. The term greasy spoon fit
Sportszone to a T. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The place
was tiny and not exactly pretty and there wasn’t even any live music. Despite
the ramshackle appearance, it actually did have a VIP room and Jasper used his
magic to distract the bouncer in front of it so I could slip in and he could follow a little while later.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Once inside we
ordered pizza from the barkeep and found a quiet </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">table in a corner of the to eat it. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Each slice was about the size of my face and
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finished the pizza I went back to the bar and ordered a drink. While it tasted fine, it wasn’t nearly as
good as the pizza. Jasper and I concluded the Sportszone made a better lunch
place where you grab a beer simply to wash down the incredible bar food the cooks offered. </span></div>
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after we finished our drinks we went back to the hotel and ended the night on a
high note with some fun in the elevator. After that I’m pretty sure we both fell
asleep the instant out heads hit the pillow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The next day we woke up a little
late and then spent the rest of the daylight hours in our hotel rooms. Partially
because it was hot and partially because we kept finding things to do, after
the sun set me headed to a nicer bar called Eugi’s where formal dress was
required. Inside it was a lot cleaner than Bridgeport Sportszone and the
barkeep played music between drinks and higher end bar food. He played really well too, Jasper and I couldn’t
help but dance until our feet grew sore.</span></div>
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finished dancing we had a couple tasty cocktails and some </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">deliciously</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> rich bar foods.</span></div>
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was going to burst I turned to Jasper and asked, “Do you want to play a few
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> He shook his head. “Nah, I’ve never
really gotten the hang of that game, but I’ll watch you. Maybe I'll even provide a little extra
luck if you find someone to challenge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I won the dart match there really wasn’t much else to do at Eugi’s. For the
rest of the night we traveled around Bridgeport trying to see at least one of
the lounges, but most seemed to be reserved for the city’s celebrities. We
tried to use the same trick we used to get in the Sportszone’s VIP room in one,
but that </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">bouncer was a lot less
forgiving and we were kicked out of the lounge. At that point we decided to
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Bridgeport. Once again we slept late and had a flight back home at 7:00 pm that
night, so we came to the conclusion that we could only visit one last place
before the trip was over.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">After being
kicked out of a lounge the previous night we decided to avoid the clubs and
such and went to The True Modern Art Gallery.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Not surprisingly there was still a bar inside the museum. The barkeep
was a rather closed off woman who served so-so drinks. She also made really
awful cheese plates, but the true star of the gallery was the art and there
were a few gorgeous pieces.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">My
personal favorite was a blue vase displayed with some other, to put it politely,
interesting sculptures that included a lawn flamingo.</span><br />
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we viewed the entire gallery we returned to our hotel room and reluctantly
started packing. Once everything was packed we finished the trip by watching
the stars until we had to leave for the airport. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The next day
at work was pretty slow. I spent most of it working out firetruck to make sure
that it ran efficiently. The combined
with many other factors including the small fire I swiftly put out later on </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">during</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> my swift led me
to being promoted to Fire Captain. The only bad thing about the promotion was I'd be work a little later, but not too late that I couldn't see Jasper. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span>I rushed home immediately after my
shift and told Jasper the good news. Apparently the vegetables he grew to sell
were worth a lot more now as well.</div>
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“I
can even make them bloom magically so I can sell them faster. Watch this!” he
practically skipped over to one of his plants and within seconds it had
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“Isn’t
that cheating a little bit?” I asked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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smirked. “Why work harder when you can work smarter or at least take advantage
of your skills?” I was about to agree
when he grabbed my hand. “We should celebrate.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I wasn’t sure what he planned
until when ended up in front of the elevator.
“Want to be part of the floor 10 club?” he asked, his eyes glinting with
mischief. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Most of
the other people in our apartment were in bed, so I gently grabbed him by his
apron straps with one hand and pressed the up button of the elevator with the other,
so the doors opened and I pulled him in side. I’m sure most people can guess
what happened next. <o:p></o:p></div>
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don’t know whether I was simply riding a wave of complete bliss or what, but the
moment we stepped back into our apartment I dropped down on one knee and
proposed to Jasper right then and there. The only ring I had was a white ,plastic one a little girl gave me in return for putting out the day’s fire.
Without hesitation he said yes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> I spent the next few days on cloud
nine. The only other person on it with me was Jasper Windstone. In our little
bubble we combined our rooms into one and decided that we’d take my name since
I was the main breadwinner between to two of us ( not that Jasper minded that
and his gardening business did help quite a bit). He also wasn’t a fan of his
last name for some reason. To this day, I don’t know why. The biggest explanation
he’s given me is that he simply didn’t like how it sounded.</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As for wedding plans, we didn’t make
any besides buying matching gold bands. During that phase of our life there
were important things to worry about, like paying bills. I called my mom exactly
once and asked her about it. She suggested simply going to the local courthouse
since big weddings weren’t worth the expense.</span>
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it was the most stressful months of my life and your father and I’s ceremony
lasted barely twenty minutes, “she said during the phone call. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“You should always take advantage of an excuse to celebrate
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I agreed, but only if it was a combined
Bachelor- Bachelorette party. For one
any party was expensive enough and for two I really didn’t want one. The closest thing
I had to a friend (besides Jasper) was Baylee Howler and even then we weren’t
exactly bosom-buddies. He agreed to my terms.</span><br />
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and I didn’t even bother to take off from work.
The party started an hour after my shift ended and it really wasn’t that
great. The most annoying thing about the
whole evening was that Baylee hired one of her friends as “entertainment” for
the evening. While I’m sure part of woman’s job description was to be flirty
with Jasper, her actions bothered me so much,
my wolf side came out at the party. I vaguely </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">remember</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> fighting Baylee over the issue, since she hired the exotic dancer. Other than that, no one was hurt, but poor Rasputin spent the rest of the evening hiding in his fish basket. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Eventually I calmed down, returned to my human form and ended
the evening by spraying Jasper with </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">Champagne</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">, thus bringing the disastrous evening to an end. After that Jasper and I agreed to never throw a party like </span><span style="line-height: 18.4px;">that</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>A/N So sorry for this late update. My husband and I were busy on both Monday and Tuesday. There will still be a new update tomorrow as scheduled. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>Side note: Funny story about Jasper and Ramona "celebrating" in the elevator. I simply gave them the command to woohoo they chose to do it in the elevator all on their own, which I think is kind of funny. </b></span></div>
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<b> </b>The day after Leisure Day I
went to work walking on air. My mood immediately diminished when I realized no
one else was at work that day, and their shifts started before mine. Since
everyone else decided to play hooky I focused on maintaining the fire station,
just in case an emergency did happen. I started with the fire alarms and worked
my way through the station, fixing anything that needed it. I finished the day
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<o:p></o:p>By the time my shift ended, everything hurt. As usual Jasper
patiently listened to my rants about work.
When I finished venting, I realized there was a childish excitement in
Jasper’s eyes, like he wanted to tell me something exciting. I felt a little bad for ranting so long.</div>
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“How
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The
usual huge grin filled his face. “Since we’re together now, and have already
lived together for a while now, I was thinking that it might be fun to adopt a
cat .”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I paused as familiar
worries filled my head. What if my wolf
side hurt the cat or worse yet got hungry and decided kitty tartar would hit
the spot? “I don’t know about that,
Jasper. “ <o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’re
worried about you wolf side again, aren’t you?” He asked and I nodded. I swear
his green eyes can still see right through me.
“How many times do I need to tell you that your wolf side is not violent
at all? I bet you’d be more likely to protect your cat than eat it. Wolves are
really protective of those they care about after all. “<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was
still hesitant, but said, “All right, but if anything happens, or almost
happens to this cat next full moon, we’ll find a safer home for it. Agreed?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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and browsing various adoption centers and houses in town where cats had recently
given birth we came across a shy, Russian Blue at a local shelter and fell in
love immediately. Jasper named him Rasputin
and I agreed that it suited him. He took
a little longer to warm up to me than Jasper, but the moment he crawled into my
lap right before bed my hurt melted. While not religious, I prayed that he could stay with us as long as he wished. </span></div>
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Before we knew it, the dreaded full moon rose again. As
usual all my knowledge of the night comes in vague flashes of memory and secondhand
accounts, but Jasper insists I didn’t try to harm Rasputin at all. However,
both of us went a little wild that night since we decided to go
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According
to Jasper we spent most of the night in the Fae Ray Gardens. The first thing we did was dance outside a fairy castle. Jasper cast a spell on it so that it played
music. I have no recollection of that,
but I do remember that we kissed afterwards and one thing led to another until
he pulled me into the castle and we made love for the first time. it was an odd sensation, but not a bad one. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I think I felt ravenous afterward and no restaurant was open
besides the grocery. Jasper confirms that and jokes that I may have eaten him if there wasn’t a
twenty-four hour grocery nearby. It took
we awhile to be comfortable enough to laugh at that joke, but now I consider the
hodgepodge picnic dinner we put together that night a great memory, although the details
are still a little fuzzy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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returned home after the picnic and the next morning I woke up next to him in
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stuffed animal. I’m still
not sure if that’s a compliment or not, but knowing Jasper it was high
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<o:p></o:p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-8790425615867888282016-06-21T14:14:00.000-07:002016-06-23T10:38:29.971-07:00Phases of the Moone: 1.4<div class="MsoNormal">
The days after the full moon passed by without incident, I
tolerated my co-workers and struggled between acting on my newly discovered
feelings for Jasper and my fear that my wolf side would hurt him or my kids one
day. He constantly told me I need not worry, especially since I’d never done
anything particularly violent since I’d first transformed. All those worried were shoved to the side
when I received my first true emergency since I’d become a fire woman. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like
usually the sound of the fire alarm filled the firehouse and I immediately took
the fastest route possible to the firetruck and towards the site of the fire.
When to the correct location my jaw dropped, it was much bigger fire than I was
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Once I calmed
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doors down and carefully guiding
everyone out of the house. The job took
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When I reached the firehouse house my heart still beat rapidly
in my chest. The rest of the firefighters must have been feeling something similar,
because nobody said a word for a long time.
Larry being Larry decided to break the tension by pulling the closest
woman into a kiss who happened to be me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I immediately pulled away and Baylee scolded him. Instead of
being affected though he simply smirked and said, “Thank God we made it through
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scolding or from a delayed stress reaction from the fire, Baylee transformed into
her werewolf form and wrestled him to the
ground. Me and my boss buried out heads
in books while we waited for the scene to end. To this day, I still don’t
understand other werewolves and their out of control behaviors.</span></div>
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more than happy to return home. The events of the day came back fullforce and I sat down and leaned back on the coach. Jasper sit next to he and listened patiently while I ranted about
my day and when I finished he pulled me into is side and squeezed my shoulders. After the mess of the day just melted away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">His cooldown
hugs are still just as powerful as they were then, but what he did next and everything
that followed is why that hug in particular stands out in my mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “So tomorrow is Leisure Day, would
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Yes,” I said without even
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we left for the Summer Festival just after ten.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The delay was caused partially because of Jasper’s garden and partially
because of a phone call from City Hall that informed me that I’d been promoted. Jasper congratulated to me and we headed
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The moment we arrived an ear-to-ear
grin filled Jasper’s face and he ran straight to the face painting booth. I walked over
to a lone soccer goal with a ball in front of it. I kicked the ball into the
goal a few times to sharpen my coordination. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> Jasper gave me a playful glare and
then used his whole arm to point at the soccer ball. “I challenge you to a
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me over to a booth dedicated to a hot dog eating contest. Seeing no other
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<o:p></o:p><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Bits of hot
dog and bun dribbled from everyone’s mouths in waves, to the point that I
started to feel queasy and gave up first. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Every now and then I glanced back at the contest
to see how Jasper was doing, but not long enough to lose my lunch. Eventually
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> After he came out of the bathroom
Jasper walked over to me and asked, “ Wanna dance? As champions we should
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I agree.” I said and let him grab
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> My yellow eyes locked with his
spring green ones and words were rendered unnecessary. As the song went on we drew closer and closer
until we were moving cheek-to-cheek. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Ramona, I would really like to kiss
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b>A/N I actually blended to trips to the Summer Festival here. Originally it was after the first trip that she fell for him and after the second that they started going out, but decided against it because two dates to the Summer Festival seemed like it could be boring. See previous entry to see how I made her realize her feeling for Jasper. </b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-22545765977325525712016-06-16T13:15:00.001-07:002016-06-17T15:16:33.125-07:00Phases of the Moone : 1.3<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"> The
next day at work I came across Larry and the old man. Larry was once again
transformed and was growling at and threatening the old man for no reason as
far I could tell. Rage built up inside me. How could anyone treat such a kind
soul that way? The rest of shift is a blur, but I do remember transforming,
getting into a fight with Larry and regaining my composure several miles away from the firehouse. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That day I realized that even though my curse could cause
more problems than solutions, it has its uses. However, that doesn’t stop from
dreading every full moon a little or living in fear of my own emotions. After I figured
out where I was, I returned to the station and prepared to finish my shift.
Instead of getting a scolding or running into another fight Jasper greeted me
with a smile and then shifted to the size of a large moth. At first I was
confused as to what exactly he planned, but then he flew around me and did a
couple loop-di-loops in the air. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: 0.5in;">A feeling of warmth
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Jasper changed back to his normal size and said, “I had a
few friends call about a werewolf on the loose that had a striking resemblance
to my roommate.” I blushed a little, but before I could say anything Jasper cut
me off. “I figured you had a rough day, so I thought I’d pick you up at the end
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greeted me. Jasper explained that he decided to dabble in cooking, although he
never really done it before, because he thought I’d need it. The meal was a
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only problem was I couldn’t help, but give the quarter moon a worried look . In
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days passed mostly uneventfully. There were a couple fires, but nothing large
enough to cause too much damage or injury. They did lead to me getting promoted
a couple more times until I became a Hose Handler. About the only thing that
changed, besides my paycheck, was that sometimes I got to go to schools and
speak about fire safety. I even led an adult fire safety class once, which I
enjoyed. Before I knew it the full moon hung above Moonlight Falls, like a demon
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The rest of the night was a blur, but when I woke up the next morning Jasper
told me everything exactly as it happened. He even had pictures. I was a little
uncomfortable with that, but he insisted it was a good thing to face my demons.
He claimed his brother, a psychiatrist specializing in Occults, told him that. Now,
I can look back and agree that he was right. I still have those pictures and
laugh at them since the worst thing I did that night was scratch the furniture
and eat from my dinner bowl like a dog.I also wasn't the only one to misbehave during the full moon. He set a few fairy traps that I got caught in the next day. He also scared me and I growled back.</span></div>
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next day, before I could do anything about finding a roommate I had to go to work.
There I met my coworkers: Baylee Howler, Larry Gandillon and Michael Blainstreet .They were okay co-workers; I got along with Mr. Blainstree the
best. We actually talked for a long time and he told me everything I needed to know about Moonlight Falls and even gave we a few tips to help my career. <o:p></o:p></div>
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to Soot Stripper. Honestly, the only difference
between that rank and water girl is the pay and the raise wasn't enough to pay
for the house on my own, let alone fill it with furniture. Right after work I jogged straight to the
library and put up an ad seeking a roommate. Fittingly the Moonlight Falls
Library was filled with ghosts, not that they bothered anyone or anything. I even
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later I chose a fairy named Jasper Windstone as my roommate. From our first
conversation I thought he was handsome and a kindred spirit. Like me, he moved
to Moonlight Falls to start fresh. He didn’t give me many details, just that he’s
originally from Riverview and moved away from an unpleasant ex. For work he sold produce and alchemy
ingredients he grew himself. Because of that our apartment became part greenhouse,
but it did save us money on groceries since he always like to keep some of his
fruits and vegetables for himself and at the time, that was super helpful. Little did I know he’d impact my life a lot
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the average Sim’s rather huge fear of anything occult, or so I’ve heard. Who am I?
My name’s Ramona Moone and on the night of my high school graduation I
was attacked by a huge dog. Later, after waking up a few mornings later, covered in pieces of the family couch and some dried leaves I realized it was actually a werewolf and now, so was I.</div>
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When my neighbors found out, they
immediately demanded my hide and my mom strongly suggested I move to Moonlight
Falls, where humans are more accepting of occults. I agreed, I was a young adult after all and Hidden Springs wasn’t too far from Moonlight Falls, so I could still call on my family if I needed them. Not
to mention affordable apartments had recently been built, so I could easily
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in the morning. Unfortunately, my much more daring wolf side decided to make a blind
purchase that night instead, somehow I ended up with a 3-bedroom apartment
far beyond my means and a year-long contract I couldn't back out of. On the bright side, my neighbors were quite friendly and greeted me the moment I walked into my huge, bare apartment. The group consisted of a fairy, another werewolf and quite the open-minded human. <o:p></o:p></div>
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would help as many people as it harmed. I went to the library and checked the classifieds, the most appealing job I found was a firefighter, so I went to the fire
department and signed up to be a water-girl. I got the details of the job,picked up everything I needed and and went back home to get some rest. As I literally set on the side of the bathtub eating cereal because I couldn’t
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For my own challenge I'm gonna change a few things though. Firstly, one male heir must get abducted by aliens and have a heir that way. I'm also not going to use Genies because I don't have Showtime and I honestly don't want it.I don't have or want the Into the Future or Island Paradise EP either , so no Simbots or Mermaids. However, I may get University later when I have more money. If I do one heir will be a plant sim. I'm also gonna add Bonehilda and a mummy to the house at some point as well. Also. an imaginary friend tall must be brought to life and turned human at least once. Lastly, I'm not going to limit the entire legacy to one house, but they will stay in Moonlight Falls. If multiples of the love interest's occult type are born first, the first born of the multiples will be the heir. </div>
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<b>Name</b>:Ramona Moone<br />
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<b>Traits</b>: Brave, Gatherer,Nurturer, Daredevil, and Good</div>
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Today I went to The Summer Festival with Nicholas. Most of
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in a water balloon fight. My clothes were soaked, but it was so much fun acting
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two promotions at work rather quickly, one after the other. I’m officially a
Kitchen Scullion at work. It’s a lot less terrible than in sounds, I basically
get to work on the short orders at the restaurant and close just about every
night. It isn’t the most exciting job, but worth it. Especially since Nicholas
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Tech. At first we simply danced and enjoyed
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I was wrong; Nicholas doesn’t feel the same at all. Today
was Leisure Day and we decided to celebrate by going to the Summer Festival. At
first things were going great, we went to the festival and gorged
ourselves on hot dogs and funnel cake,
talked and flirted, but then as the evening
was winding down he told me he knew this great place to watch the
fireworks. I thought that sounded fun and he led me to an abandoned cabin by
the shore where we watched a lot of really pretty fireworks, but then things
got a little hotter when we went inside
the cabin(which had furniture in it for some reason) and started making out. One thing led to another and we were suddenly in bed together. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve never really kept a journal or a scrap book before, but
considering I just moved away from everything I knew in Appaloosa Plains all
the way to Hidden Springs, I thought it would be a good idea. It was for a good
opportunity of course, I want to be a chef and there really isn’t a place to
advance to that degree back home, but it’s kind of lonely here in my tiny cabin,
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I hate online dating.
Before work I put a profile up on MeetCute.com and after spending the rest of the day in a sweltering
kitchen I went to check my messages to wind
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Tonight was a full moon and a coworker of mine named Lonnie
dared everyone at work to go to the graveyard at the end of the day; I thought
the dare was silly because the only thing in graveyards are the remains of the
dead, even during the full moon. I ended
up being the only one brave enough to go. It started out fine; I even met
someone a man named Nicholas Riverhawk who simply likes adventures. We talked
for hours and laughed about the silly superstitions people still believed about
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Basically a Legacy challenge for Sims 3 is basically starting with a founder who has nothing and getting through ten generations , with hopefully tons of money and good stuff like that by the end. This is also a Housacy which means the heir of each generation must live in a different type of house, mostly because I'm not a fan of building houses from scratch or staying in one place for all ten generations, that just gets boring. A more elaborate version of the rules can be found <a href="http://thehousacylegacychallenge.blogspot.com/p/housacy-rules.html">here</a> and the heir will be determined by reader vote.<br />
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<b>Name</b>: Betsy Founder<br />
<b>Lifetime Wish: </b>Five Star Chef<br />
<b>Traits:</b> Nurturer, Green Thumb,Hopeless Romantic, Natural Cook,Family Oriented<br />
<b>Favorite Food: </b>Cobbler<br />
<b>Favorite Color: </b>Aqua<br />
<b>Sign: </b>Aries<br />
<b>House: </b>Log Cabin<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216770438553681379noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804527752048230558.post-86400190457556234852016-05-19T15:10:00.001-07:002016-05-19T15:10:33.978-07:00Introduction Hello Blogspot, I'm Keslie. Another Gamer Does Challenges is a blog all about video game challenges,at least ones that I can record using words and screenshots. The two challenges I'll record the most are Sims 3 challenges and Pokemon Nuzlockes. <div>
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