Thursday, 28 July 2016

1.1 - Growing Something New

  "I need something that will help me get pregnant," Isobel tried to explain without her face going too red.
  "I have something for you, child," the woman passed over a small vial with glowing blue liquid in it. "But be warned. All magic comes with a price."
  Isobel pocketed the vial, but largely didn't believe the warning. "Thank you."

   Brendan didn't argue when Isobel dragged him to bed for some fun. He had the same hope she did.

  Isobel still had to go to work though, as much fun as staying in bed is, that doesn't earn you money. So she slowly got dressed and headed out.

  They were always home together for dinner, and Isobel loved it. She loved making dinner and sitting together as a family. Brendan missed watching tv while eating, but he loved the time to talk about their days together.

  It hit when Brendan was using the bathroom. So Isobel rushed outside to throw up in her flower garden. The rain would wash it away. She had hope that it meant what she thought it did.

  It did. While waiting for Brendan to get home from an assignment, she turned on cartoons, mentally preparing herself for her future. Plus, the tunes were catchy.

  "Guess what!"
  "We're having something else other then autumn salad for dinner?"
  Isobel rolled her eyes. It was a healthy dinner, and she hated mac and cheese. They were the only two dishes she could make for dinner. Perhaps she should pick up a cookbook? "No, I'm pregnant!"
  Brendan stared in disbelief, he thought it would take longer for that to happen. "Are you serious?"
  Isobel laughed. "Yes."

  It was with a bit more of a bounce in his step that Brendan went to his next assignment. He was to report on the council meeting that night. They were discussing moving the boundaries of each sector un order to maximize profit gained off certain professions. The only ones who thought it was a good idea was the council. Not a single sim in Sim Nation liked the idea.

  After the meeting, Brendan met Isobel at a local bar. She picked it out just because it wasn't likely to be busy, so she could eat her nachos and ketchup in peace.
  Brendan still thought it was gross.

  The other reason was this. Isobel loved singing. This particular bar had a karaoke machine. Despite being booed by the owner and several other patrons, both enjoyed the night. When they got home, the fell asleep right away.

  Isobel was adamant on having a rocking chair in the baby's room. That was about all she had gotten done for decorating so far. She didn't know what she was having so was leaving her options open.

  It turned out that their next door neighbour, Iantha Crosse, worked with Brendan. So the two invited Iantha and her husband - who couldn't make it - over for dinner. Iantha and Isobel got along great.

  Her daughter Fay was always quick to point out their house when walking by. She couldn't wait to have playmates!

  "If these babies don't get out soon, I'm gonna scream," Isobel mentioned to Brendan.
  "They'll get here when they get here, love. It's up to them on when they'll arrive."
  Before Isobel could try to rip his head off, Brendan moved to his computer so he could work a little on his articles for work.

  However moments later, Isobel goes into labour. Brendan looks at the stuffed tigger he has on his desk, trying to remember if he had everything ready.
  "Call a goddamn cab already," Isobel snapped.


NOTE: Since I had chosen to mostly follow their wishes, they almost immediately rolled wishes for children. So they're having children. Both have the family-oriented trait, which I forgot when originally planning out what I was doing.

Monday, 25 July 2016

1.0 - Prologue: New Beginnings

  After spending over twenty-four hours on an airplane, the last thing Isobel wants is to sit again. "How much longer, Brendan?"
  Brendan shrugged. "It's a taxi, Bel, I can't will it here in moments."
  So Isobel recrosses her legs, again, and puts on a fake smile to the people walking by them. She swears to herself that she'll never get on another plane again, Unfortunately, flying is the only way to get to other sectors. If you try to drive, you'll get turned away, government officials were the only ones allowed on the roads between sectors. Though, most preferred to fly as well, much faster.

  It took nearly twenty minutes for the taxi to arrive at the airport. And another thirty minutes to take them to City Hall so they could register their presence.
  "This is ridiculous," Isobel muttered on their way in. "We filed the paperwork already to move here, they're just wasting our time at this point."
  Brendan just smiled. It was easiest to just allow Isobel to have her rants. She'd quiet down after a little while and that would be the last of it.

   The house that Brendan had chosen had been a surprise for Isobel.
  "It's so cute!" she'd exclaimed upon seeing it. Immediately, she began making future plans. Plans that Brendan knew he would just nod and agree to, if his wife was happy, he was happy.

  They shared a quick kiss before Isobel began talking about how she'd eventually like to decorate the place. She had huge plans, but agreed to dial it back until they had enough money.

  They stopped by the consignment store first to see if there was anything second hand that they could buy instead. There turned out to be quite a bit that they were able to get. The only thing new they had to purchase was their bed and Brendan's computer.

  Everything was able to be delivered to their home almost right away, they only had to wait for about an hour. Though it went by slowly with Isobel peeking out the window every five minutes.

  Brendan chose right away to set up his computer so he could look to see if the local paper was hiring. They were. Isobel had moved here knowing there was a job at the police station for her. Brendan had been holding out hope. Though if there had been no opening, he could have spent the time working on his writing so he could do freelance work.

  "Brendan, you were suppose to choose somewhere good to go. Not the local sports bar. There's no one here."
  Brendan grinned. "That's the best part of it. It means we get the place to ourselves."
  Isobel shook her head. She wanted to meet people!

  "Look, we didn't have to wait hours to play a game of pool," Brendan pointed out.
  Isobel rolled her eyes. She hated pool.

  They went back downstairs for a quick bit to eat. It was really late, the food was gross, Isobel was tipsy, it didn't take long for Isobel to convince Brendan to go back home. (Though the football game wasn't over yet. Brendan conceded on that. Isobel not forcing him to sleep on the couch was a good reason.)

  They fell into bed the moment they got home, falling asleep right away. Both had work in the morning.

Well. Here it is. My first chapter. Hope it's not as terrible as it seems, lol. I'm hoping it gets better. I'm letting their wishes (for the most part) dictate what happens.

Thursday, 21 July 2016


I've been wanting to start a new Legacy for quite some time now, but never had the motivation to do so (something I find I always have a problem with). But I finally decided to do so, especially with how much time I've spent playing lately, I though it would be fun to also work on my story telling skills.
So, therefore, the first chapter should be up within the next few days, feel free to message me and bug me for it. xD
If you want to do so, I announce all upcoming chapters, and will be posting fun little things on my tumblr, which you can find here.