tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71038993610123836382024-03-04T21:42:09.042-08:00The Abbot LegacyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03030021440223513042noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103899361012383638.post-15363602511998261162013-07-01T20:55:00.001-07:002013-07-01T20:55:42.654-07:00Kapitel 12 - Winter turns to Spring and our hearts turn with it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The last trembling days of winter Liv and Ulv celebrated down at the winter festival. Ulv was trying to find something charming and intelligent to say to kiley. But everytime he was close to her he felt dumbstruck and could hardly form a sentence. But she did not seem to mind, instead she giggled coyly and blushed when he took her hands.</div>
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Liv ran into a freind from school. Cynthia Oss. They spent some time talking about the snow, the cold and basicly all and everything. The conversation floated so smoothly that Liv totally lost track of time. Before Cynthia had to go home she told her:</div>
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-You know what? I do not care if it take a millenia for me to get the savings together. Someday I will leave this dump and nasty weather and move to the warm paradise! Want to come?</div>
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-Well...uh.. yes of course. But....</div>
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-Good! Then it is settled! You and I towards the sunset!</div>
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On her way home she ran into Alberto. During the afternoon together with Cynthia she had totally forgot all about him - which felt kind of strange. Who would not like to be at the center of attention of the towns most attractive teenage boy?</div>
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-Hey, Liv - me and a bunch of other kids are going downtown later tonight he asked. Want to come? </div>
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-Is Darcy coming too? .</div>
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-Well, uuhm, yes as a matter of fact she is. But I rather be with you...</div>
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Darcy was the girlfreind of Alberto since forever Everyone kind of expected them to marry after high school. Liv sighed. She really did not want to do the same mistake as her mother had done.</div>
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-I dont feel like it tonight Alberto. I think I stay in instead.</div>
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-Your loss baby!</div>
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-Guess so...</div>
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Home at the greenhouse the twins enjoyed themselves as well with a thurough snowballs fight. It was hard to tell who was the winner because they were both so syncronices that they could syncronise each others move every single time.<br />
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But even fun things need to end some time and when they stood in the garden: Snowy, happy and warm Viola suddenly turned serious.<br />
-You ever wished to be something else?<br />
-Something else? What do you mean? <br />
-Well, you know - to be normal Viola told Flora.<br />
-This IS normal. It is the other ones who are unnormal. Freaks even! Flora made a funny face.<br />
-Look at me! Wuaaa! I am a paleface!<br />
Viola laughed. She knew she could always count on her siter to cheer her up. But still, the seed of being normal was sown. What if...<br />
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Liv on the other hand was having more shallow problems to deal with. She was stanind in front of her mirrow looking at herself, studying every inch of herself, silently humming for herself. Suddenly she stopped everything she was doing looking at the image of herself. Had she really been standing there wondering what Cynthia would think of her? What she might think of her? But, she was a girl?!?!<br />
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The soothing sound of her playing the violin usually helped her calm and clear her mind. But not this time. Conflicting emotions are raging through her mind. She remembers the smile Cynthia's face, the intensity in her eyes when she talked about her dream about the paradise and how much Liv wanted to touch her cheek and tell her that everything would be OK. How she wanted to kiss those soft lips. And hold her tight to her body. But how could that be? She was a girl? Aren't girls supposed to be into boys? But she never felt anything like that with Alberto. Nothing come even close... What on earth was this?<br />
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She had almost jumped out of her skin when the phone had rung the other night. Especially when she had heard Cynthia's warm voice on the other end. <br />
-Hiya Liv! How are you? Me and some other kids are going down to the festival trying to score some dancing moves. Want to come? Her brain wanted to scream "NO"! But before she knew she had said:<br />
-Yes! I would love to!<br />
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When she arrived to the dance arena it was only Cynthia there.<br />
-Thought you said there were gonna be a group Liv said carefully.<br />
-I lied she said and blinked. I wanted to be alone with you and I knew that if I told you, you would most likely bolt. <br />
Liv did not say anything. How could she? It was true after all. If she had asked her out she would have said no. But here she was now and the only thing she wanted was to look into this lovely brown eyes for an eternity.<br />
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With a smile Cynthia dragged Liv up on the dance floor and into her arms. Liv did not know what to say. Thousands of emotion rode her body right now. But she realised suddenly that the bad ones were not as prevalent as the good ones and she relaxed. <br />
-See, Cynthia said. This was not so bad was it?<br />
Liv can not help but to nod and enjoy the movement to the music.<br />
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It is getting late, way after curfew really and Liv does know that she really should be going home and do her homework. But alas, Cyntias lips just tastes so sweet and she totally lose track of time.<br />
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OK, my Sims are living their own lives quite frankly..... Which complicates things when it comes to writing. But, but it is what makes this so much fun to write!<br />
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She ran, she ran as fast as she could. Did not care of where and how long she just felt that she needed to get as far away as possible. She felt sick to her stomach but when she tried to throw up there were nothing more than gall and bile. It was not as much the surprise her mother had thrown at her that felt hard to handle. She had always wondered why there were no similarities between them when she had looked herself in the mirrow. It was the fact that she had almost started flirting with the mand who was her own father. Urgh! She continued running until she had no breath left. Then she stopped and looked up. To her surprise she realised she had ended up just a block from where they lived. She sat down at the side of the road trying to figure out what to do next. Since it started get a bit chilly in the air she realised that weather she liked it or not - she had to return home.The windows were dark when she went inside and the only hear the peacful snorings from her siblings in their beds. However, it was really quiet from her mothers bed.<br />
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Rose was waiting for her when she got into the kitchen early the next morning. Her mother did not say anything at first and that in itself made Liv very uncomfortable. <br />
-Do you have any idea how embarresing that was mom? she blurted out when she no longer could not stand the silence.<br />
-Yes I do hunny. And it was never my intention that you would get hurt for a stupid mistake I did many years ago.<br />
-So I was a mistake? She could not help it, but her voice trembled when she asked it.<br />
-No, no, NO! Liv, you were never a mistake! But I was young and desperate and well... in kind of a bind and deeply, madly in love. You do stupid things when you are in love.<br />
And so Rose, told her daughter everything. Her arrival to the town. Meeting Stein and about falling in love. She told her about how dark it had felt to be "the other woman" and how terrible she had felt when she had found the nursery. And then she told about the cloning.¨<br />
-I know it was sttupid, dangerous even. But when I knew I could never have him, I just wanted a part of him with him with me and since I was working on my scientific project I had all the tools availble. Are you mad? Can you ever forgive me?<br />
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She fell silent and Liv did not say a word. For an awkward moment it was as silent that you could hear a needle fall to the floor. Then Liv took a deep breath and spoke:<br />
-It really sounds like a fairytale. But I know you would not lie to me. And I only fond memories of growing up here. The best actually. I have always known our family was different. That does not change who I am though. So no, I am not mad - a bit disappointed maybe that you did not tell me sooner. But I can understand you had your reasons. <br />
Rose, drew a sigh of relief. You are such a good girl Liv. You always have been.<br />
-One question more though, Liv said. When are you gonna start dating Stein again? He told me his wife had passed away a long time ago....<br />
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Ulv and Kiley spent almost every waken hour together. Ulv who had been a computor geek from the start always had felt that 1 and zeros always made so much more sense. But when he was holding Kiley in his arms it was like the entire Universe made sense. It took a long time to admit it to himself. But he realised that he was in love. Kiley of course had known that for a long time.<br />
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In the meantime, the twins celebrated their birthday, growing up to teens.<br />
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One of the first things they did was to throw the Presentparty of the century (or so they later claimed). They invited everyone from school who was someone. Flora was the one behind the invitationlist and she got a plan. Everyone needed someone special to crawl close to when the winds blew chilly. And in the end everyone would thank her and see how magnificant she was! And if she could score the hot Max that would just be a bonus!<br />
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Liv was thrilled that the really goodlooking guy Alberto was showing her some interest. She could not understand that a rich guy like him was interested in her. Especially since gossip had been telling he was allready dating. But she knew better than to listen to gossip...<br />
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-You are so cold Viola, Mango said. Don't be like that!.<br />
-Cold? Why do you say that? Is it because I look different?<br />
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-But I think you look pretty in green. Would not have you any other way. It is just sometimes you seem so distant. It is hard to get to know you. to get close to you. You are like an ice queen. A green ice queen...<br />
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Sometimes Viola really felt like she was an alien, like all the kids have called her at school. How much Rose had reassured her she was human at heart and worth at least twice as much as those thugs. She just could not understand them at all! And this just confirmed her suspisions.<br />
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Definitely not my best chapter. I got stuck with the disappointment that being a plantsim was not even close to fun to play until they were a teen, and even then it was just plain messy :-( So the twins did not really develop the personality I had wished for them. They became very much 2D. But now I am gamewise working on 1 or 2 last chapters to finnish Generation 1 up. My goal is to at least play it to end of generation 1, but not necessary write it up before IP. I want to have access to my mods as long as possible....</div>
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Liv can not help but smiling. The old man seems so charismatic and also so familiar in some way. Furiously Liv tries to figure out where on earth she have seen him before. They stand there for a while. Just talking about the weather and her journey to France. As her siblings continious to bicker about who got the best outfit in the background the comes with longer and longer pauses apart until they stand there in the rain just staring at each other. Eventually, they are rudely awakened by Flora, tugging Liv's arm asking:<br />
-Will there be any candy or what?<br />
Liv pulls herself tpgether and let Stein give some candy to the cheering children. She notices that he seem as shaken and puzzled as she feels.<br />
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Ulv on the other hand have left these kind of childish games behind him, as he grew into being a teenager. As a birthdaygift his mother bought an old computor for him. Which he instantly started spending insane amount of hours ahead of. To a part he used it to gain some extra cash since he had understood from his mother that their finances were a bit tight. But he found himself spending more and more time in the chat-channels. </div>
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Although they spend almost every free hour talking to each other online, it feels strange to finally meet in real life. But he did not have to worry. The conversation flows fine. When they talk about familiar things. As school, computor and gaming. It gets more complicated when they gonna start talk about the more important things:<br />
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-Look, Kiley. I like you. I really, really like you. <em>Wouldyouliketogotothepromwithme</em>? He says it as fast as he can so he wont regret it later.</div>
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In the meantime Liv asked her mother if she knew this man Stein that she had met earlier. But for once her mother did not want to answer. She avoided the question, saying that she could not remember. For the first time Liv knew that her mother had lied to her. Stubborn and curious as she was she decided to go directly to the source. Stein lit up when she rang on his door, let her in and showed her to the sofa. <br />
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-Come in, come in Fair Lady! What can I help you with today? Not more candy I assume. You are sweet as it is. Liv giggled.<br />
-No, not at all. I came here to ask if you knew my mother, Rose Abbott? His face froze for a second and then he said:<br />
-Rose, yes we were close once. But lost touch I'm afraid.<br />
-Did you know my father? Liv asks shyly.<br />
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-I may have. I knew a lot of people back in the days. Will take a aweful time to walk down memorylane and I am awefully thirsty.<br />
-Can't we meet down at Micks? They have karooke and beer Liv asks.<br />
-How about half past seven?<br />
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-The same ! she says to the bartender. Trying to sound older and more confident than she is. He shakes his head and points at the sign: "No minors serverd". Liv blushes and wants to fall down the surface of the earth.</div>
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-Dont mind that, come lets sit down in a more quiet corner and I tell you about your mother when she were young...<br />
-So you did remember her after all, Liv asks. She has to almost shout since the music is so loud. Little do they notice that the object of their conversation had just entered the building...<br />
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-Liv! Rose says harshly. Stay away from that man! You do not know what you are doing!<br />
-Come on! You dont decide over me! Dont tell me what to do! I am an adult soon.<br />
-The important word here is soon, and as long as you live under my roof you do as I say young lady...<br />
-There, there... Ladies, lets not do anything we regret here. This charming young lady have just expressed some interest in her past thats all. I find it valorous that someone that young is so commited.<br />
-Oh shut up Stein! What do you know about commitment?<br />
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Sorry for the long delays in updates. I sort of planned to play A LOT now so this generation was all but done when next expansion hits. But apparently life had other ideas.... But instead I give you a long and juicy update! And yes I am still miffed that Rose and Steins relationship apprently did not last over the lifestate change of him being an elder. Bah!</div>
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So, in the sidebar to the right is a poll: Who will be Heir of Generation 1? Liv, Ulv, Flora or Viola? You can vote on more than one if you like. But please, do not click all of them just you cant decide.... In theory you can vote for Thorn as well, but the stupid poll did not want me to add him for some reason :S Maybe faith? Because I am not yet sure that he actually will have reached young adult when Rose are fetched by the Reaper.<br />
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Fresh images and traits can be found here:<br />
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Liv like to study and to write pays of. in the middle of the fall semester she gets a scholarship to travel for a few days to France to interview the locals.</div>
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-Its a great opportunity, she confesses to her mother. But think of all the knowledge I could gain there!</div>
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-You do great darlingheart, Rose tells her. Trying to sound supportive although there is a nudge in her heart. They are all growing up so fast! </div>
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The view from the buswindow is just stunning - and Liv falls in love with the little village at the first sight.<br />
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She is staying at a small inn, where inkeeper is her supervisor. But other than being in before curfew she gets very free hands. One of the new joys is that she can borrow the Kespa of the owner of the inn and basicly get anywhere she pleases. <br />
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The villagers are very freindly. Like Aimee Lefvebve for example.<br />
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Maybe a little bit too freindly like Gerard Morel....<br />
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...but she decides to do as the frenchmen do it... even if they is obviously allready taken like Elliot Saint-James.<br />
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Liv also gets the opportunity to practice some on her violin that she brought with her....<br />
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....to visit some nectarmaking factories......<br />
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.....and even to visit one of the famous mausoleums. She would not admit it to anyone, especially not to Ulv, But it totally crept her out!<br />
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When her last days comes she know the little village and its unhabitants well enough that she know exactly what questions to ask and how to get her vict... interview-candidate at a good mood. <br />
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-It has been just amazing mum she tells Rose on the long distance call later that night. The food, the scenery and the people... Oh my! But it will be good to get home!<br />
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Liv gets home just in time to get ready to join Ulv, Thorn and the twins for some trick-or-treating. She feels a little bit to big to go really, But at the same time it feels good to indulge childhood just for a itsy bitsy time more. <br />
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Allthough it pours down they decide to make it a big round this year. They decides to start with a big blue house far up the road. Liv rings the bell, but noone seems to be home. Just when they decides to go on to the next house an elderly gentleman comes walking up on them.<br />
-Good evening everyone he says. What a marvelous coincidence to meet you here. I was just on my way home. 5 more minutes earlier and we would have missed each other. Let me introduce myself: My name is Stein, Stein Svard.....<br />
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OK, I offically do not like when my sims are not at the same age as the ones they inteeract with. So that Stein had aged up to an Elder came to me as an total surprise. And that he had become so ugly too..... But I rolled with it, and in the end I think I created quite a drama ;-)<br />
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The photos from France comes from an authentic opportunity for Rose. Interview locals and gain better grade. There is nothing dramaturgic hidden into the journey. I just felt it nice to show it in the story. A bit peace before hell breaks loose.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03030021440223513042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103899361012383638.post-40379140026032363992013-06-08T11:04:00.000-07:002013-06-08T11:04:49.124-07:00Chapter 8 - Whipe that makeup from your face!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ulv and Liv, two very different souls indeed. People they meet in school are trying to see where the resemblence lies between their ancestry. That Ulv is the son of Rose is quite obviously they say. He has got her nose and eyes. While Liv really does not look like Rose at all. All the gossipers at school would love to snicker about that.<br />
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How very different they are. How Ulv really does not seem to like school at all. He is often heard loudly complainin about how boring school is. Especially geography.<br />
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While Liv takes any opportunity to learn as much as possible. Studying with her mom....<br />
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..... or reading one of the classics: "The Fellowship of the Sims".<br />
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Time flies by and soon the two mid-twins Flora and Viola are ready to grow up too. They were really close as toddlers. But now it is even clearer that they share a bond that goes deeper than their colour of their skin. When they play they both prefer to do it outdoors or in the greenhouse. Although their pillowfights can get ratehr wild Rose is never afraid that they will destroy the plants. Instead she feel calm when they are around plants strangely enough.</div>
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Flora often drifts of into the forest greenery (or whats left of it ) just happy to be outside. She is never afraid. Why should she? She totally knows her worth and how to make it! Maybe is it this absorption of herself that attracts the young Bluebird to sit on Floras hand for a short while. Singing to her about that he too is all that. Ulv can't believe his eyes when he sees them. That was a feat he had tried for many weeks without success! </div>
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The following schoolday the students are all taken on an excursion to the closest graveyard as an after-school project about ancestry. Liv, Ulv and Viola all tags along and are having a great time.</div>
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While Flora is trying to get her homework done at her freinds house. It is hard to focus though since Kiley's mother Cassidy Oss er seems to be glaring at her all the time. As if she has something on her tounge but can not quite spit it out.</div>
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Meanwhile, far from all the commotion Thorn is growing up to be a youngling and gets a big bear-moma-hug from Rose. She can not believe that the days have flewn by so fast. Where have all her little babies gone?<br />
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I thought this chapter would be hard to write, despite the fact that I had the major mini-plot clear for me after I reviewed the screenshots.But it all went very smooth and the text actually helped me solidify even more the character of the siblings. And place a hook in for a potential drama in the future. I have not quite decided yet how to do it tbh. Time will tell.<br />
Just as an offnote. The dialogue between flora and the mom is actually a real quote from the first book in the Cherry Ames series. It is a series about a nurse named cherry who always ends up in one mystery and trouble after the other. The surgeon went after her because her rosy cheeks in the first book and demanded her to remove the makeup.... The books are from the 50's, but I re-read them from time to time because a) Sometimes I want to read really easy fiction b) It was what my mom used to read so I want to read the sameAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03030021440223513042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103899361012383638.post-54840886876254589832013-06-05T22:24:00.001-07:002013-06-05T22:24:58.628-07:00Chapter 7 - Clone interlude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Liv tries to tell her mom that she should go to her boss and beg to get her job back. But her mom do not seem to listen. Instead she is intently focused on her food. Liv does not mind though. After that heated phonecall some days ago her mom got everything had become much less stressfull around the house. Hermom had tried to explain to her when she asked, but she had not trully understood. Something about a grant running out and no research anymore. As she had time for that now anyway now when she was a mom. Still worried though she had asked:</div>
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Liv lives a pretty normal life she feels. One of her favorites is to play with he siblings. They might be green, but they are still lots and lots of fun and to be honest - she has never known anything different so why should there be any difference?<br />
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She loves to read, especially scary novels. When she starts reading a book she just can not put it down. Which gets her into heaps of trouble of course. This particular day she ran very fast though and got there in time.<br />
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Her homework she tries to do at the local library. That is the only plays where she truly feel that she can get some peace and quiet. Back home there is always someone tugging at her skirts, begging for attention. At the library she can get everything done in one go.<br />
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Which means that she can have some fun when she get back home playing with her younger brother Ulv. He may be younger than she is, but he is great to have around for the fun stuff, like pillowfights.<br />
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Another great thing with a younger brother is that he is the naughty one, so he is always the one geting scolded by their mother. After than nothing Liv does seems that bad.Which is good although she feels bad for Ulv getting into trouble all the time.<br />
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But he is not all bad Ulv, he loves to play with his younger siblings just like Liv does. He can sit for hours playing peek-a-boo or making faces with the girls and their youngest brother Thorn.<br />
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When it comes to what happened to the institute I realised I had to change the story down the road due to my own incompetence. I had before had this vague idea of actually making Rose manage both a large family and gardening, and science AND nectar. Which as you have noticed was pretty darn impossible. So I had to creat a plan -B into why they kept on staying in that house.</div>
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The next day she travelled down to the consignment shop to inform Wanda that she might not be in for a while.<br />
-I have some private buisness to attend to, she told the shopkeeper.<br />
-If he is married you stay away from him, you here me?<br />
Rose frowned. Did everyone have an oppinion about her relationship with Stein? Did everyone KNOW?!<br />
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She had planned the experiment thouroughly. Jotted down every single detail of what needed to be done. Never the less. When the machine had stopped humming and sparkling and a life living real baby could be found instead of the testtube she could not believe her eyes. Even so small she could see that her daughter had Steins eyes and feature. A perfect clone, except for being a girl instead of a boy! She named her perfect daugter Liv - after the life she had created.</div>
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After some thoughts she decided that her beutiful little girl needed a brother too. She decided to name him Ulv. To make it really perfect she used her own DNA for this project. It was a really strange feeling to hold her son in her arms and look into his eyes and see a small male copy of herself. But the first akward feeling of being a mother of two all of a sudden soon vanished. </div>
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The following weeks were hectic, real hectic. But she loved every second of it. And although neither Liv nor Ulv had come from her own womb they were still very precious to her. The sweet children were like angels and did not give much trouble.</div>
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Liv was her favorite one. She knwe from all parentingbooks she read that she should not have any favorites. But how could she not? When she had both Steins eyes and smile. Rose was not sure, but at times she could bet that Liv had inherited Steins talents as well. Hard to tell from the sound of banging on the xylophone...<br />
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Stein had called several times during the weeks following. But she ignored his called. She did not know really what to tell him: <br />
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She got huge help from the nanny-service. But all the same it was exhausting to be a mom and Rose made sure she got as much sleep as she could when she got a quiet moment. But she could not remember when she got a whole nights sleep. Powernaps however was something she became something of an expert on.<br />
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Rose did some quick calculations and realised that she did have the budget to buy a new crib for the baby-plant (or maybe plant-baby?). She totally did not understand what had happened here. But she put that aside as she realised that how strange it may look like, she could not just abandon this little green hobbit to a cruel fate of composting. And how strange would it be anyway? She allready was the mother of two cloned children. Why not add to that? When she thought about it she decided to buy three cribs. After all she had planted 3 seeds....</div>
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<em>OK, this looked like a very funny roll on paper: Single with 5 children. Hey, lets try that! Hey, lets jump of the bridge too! Duh! After the "triplets" were born utter, hellish chaos followed. First I though: Oh, just need to survive this through toddler-state then they will go out and be all planty on me. Phew! Nope - did not happen. There I get for not trying things out before I add it into a legacy. So here I am now with 5 small children and really no money at all.... Too bad I cant sell my plasma bug.... OR the curious gnomes that apparently have taken residence in my garden . But I am hanging in there!</em></div>
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The sales from the bees and her first produce had enabled her to order some really rare book about molecular biology and associated techniques and to keep her mind busy she used the short afternoons. She had always been a fast reader and had a cunning way of being able to see connections from written text that noone else saw. Hence, she was not surprised when it dawned on her what she could do. No, what she HAD to do. She was just a tad annoyed that she had not realised it sooner.</div>
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She was invited to Stein and his families Giftgiving party, since she was "the New girl" and would benefit from meeting new people as well. She felt very uncomfortable being there and in his house. He treated her with uttermost respect. Were polite and cortious. But just like a freind. Like nothing between them ever happened. When she saw his brother Stefan kissing his wife intensly she felt so ashamed of herself. What would they think if they knew what she and Stein had done? </div>
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Later that evening she was taken to a tour of the house. It was huge and she realised that Stein actually was rich! Beyond her wildes dreams. But her heart almost stopped a heartbeat when they came to the very beutifully decorated nursery. A child? Was his wife expecting? Or had they been working on it for years? If so why was the crib still empty? Then it dawned on her: One of the reason why that nursery were not filled with lots and lots of children laughing could be her! She was the stick in the wheel and a homewrecker. Stein may be hot and a damn good kisser, but she realised that he was not worth to sacrifice an entire family over! Especially since there were other ways for her to get what she wanted!</div>
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After Stein had stomped of, muttering something about crazy scientists under his breath, Rose carefully put the sample of Steins hair she had manage to pull in their last embrace in the samplebag she had brought with her and hurried home . She went into her bedroom and looked at the new crib that was standing there with its pink cover. She felt calm and relaxed for the first time in a long, long time. Finally she new exactly what she should do!<br />
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<em>I hope this letter finds you with good health. Since I have not heard from you in a while I was starting to become worried. You are not overworking yourself I hope?Or is it mantrouble?</em></div>
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<em>How amazing that you now have your own garden and greenhouse! Remember when we were younger and we joked about how fun it would be to live in a jungle? Well, to some extent you are living with you very own "jungle" just around the corner. </em><br />
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<em>So how is the project going? Have you conjured up some nice SimBordeux yet? When you do (observe that I am saying When not If! Being the good sister here!) remember you promised me the first bottle!</em></div>
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<em>What a sweet little house you are living in! It totally is a smurf-house! And the greenhouse! Wow! It looks amazing! It must be very cosy to have that to go into that steaming room when the snow is storming on the outside! Lucky you!</em><br />
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<em>Speaking of lucky - what are you doing with a married man sis? You should know better. I am not saying you should not have fun. As long as you are aware that you are playing with fire! It does not matter that she is much older than he is (or so he claims) or that they have a loveless marriage (again - so HE says). The fact is that he is married and can not give any guarantees....</em><br />
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<em>I used to tease you when you went out back home and say: "Don't do anything that I would not do!" But this is NOT something I would do! Imagine if you were in the shoes of his wife?! Would not be as much fun then would it?</em><br />
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<em>/Your worried big sister Ruth</em></div>
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Earliy one morning Rose came out to her little garden only to find that all plant where dormant and resting. There were frost on the leaves and she could even blow small smokerings in the air. Fall was here. If she did not do anything and that soon she would be forced to leave the project and move away from this sweet town. There were just not time enough for her to wait for two seasons for plants to be able to grow. <br />
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Rose was so relieved that Stein that managed to drum all this together in such a short notice. If he had not come through for her she would have much likely had to go home, the project unfinnished. Without thinking she flung herself around his neck and kissed him.<br />
-Thank you SO much Stein! I dont know what I would have done without you!<br />
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She had regretted the kiss almost as soon as she had done it. Damn! What was she thinking? He was a married man for goodness sake! Rose was sure he would push her away in disgust and never talk to her again. Strangely enough he didn't. Instead he dragged her closer and deepened their kiss....</div>
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The kiss continued for what seemed to be a sweet eternity and Rose knew she really ought to end this and that like yesterday, but his eyes hold her firm and her arms and legs felt like yello. Then Stein let go, pushed her away and turned on his heals and went to his car. He was gone a few seconds later.</div>
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You truly are a real star, you know that, Einstein? she muttered to herself later that night, when she did some seed experiments to distract herself. Now see what you have done! You have scared off one of your few freindships in this town! Congratualtions! Well done!<br />
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She felt so utterly ashamed of herself. If she could have she would have turned back time and make the kiss undone. On the other hand, she found herself time after time having to reel her thoughts back from that kiss. How sweet it had been and how firm he had been against her. Oh, what on earth would she do???<br />
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OK, some things are not meant to be apprently. A drama free Legacy is one of those things. I did NOT intend for this to happen and was not responsible for this at all! Well, kind of... I had this short thought of: "Hmmm, how mad will he be if she kissed him?" And just for fun I went ahead with it thinking hewould push her away and start yelling at her. But he did not push her way apprently and I was sitting there with my mouth haning wide open in surprise....^^Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03030021440223513042noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103899361012383638.post-76939147556163818852013-05-24T22:25:00.000-07:002013-05-24T22:32:33.616-07:00Chapter 2 - Two letters sentOne afternoon Rose sent two letters:<br />
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<em>Dear Sirs and Madams, </em><br />
<em>as requested here is my first seasonal report of my studies so far. I have established a godd base of plant material so far. After some afterthought I also decided to include a beehive. It has shown to be good for the pollination and my hypothesisis is that the honey may be used in the nectarmaking further down the line.</em><br />
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<em>I have also started calibrating the research equipment and study some basic plant samples to investigate what approach would be best for my purposes. All in all I feel that I am off to a good start. On the horizon I am planning to implement some studies with homegrown material and to start investigating molecular differences between different classes and sorts of plants. Hopefully that will bring some insight in how to continue further.</em><br />
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<em>Dear Sis,</em><br />
<em>Remember when just before I left for Aurora I bragged and said that this would be like a vacation and that I would eat icecream every day? Well, I lied... So far I have had ONE cone of ice during this summer. One! But that is because I have been very busy. But do not think I have been alone because I have been buzy.</em><br />
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<em>I have made some really nice new freinds. On the first day I met Stein, a blond music agent or something. He is really hawt. Taken unfortunately. Bummer! But he has been a real freind and helped me out tonnes! I have also got some great talks and help from the woman at the consignment store, ddd . She is very freindly and we talk about her family a lot. </em></div>
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<em>Do you remember that class about Sales mom nagged me to go to one semester? The very boring one? Because: "You never know when something like that might come in handy". You know what? It really did! But dont tell mom that, I will never hear the end of it.... I have managed to sell some fruit and vegetables for some really good profit and are not doomed to live on a budget on a shoestring anymore. Although the money is still tight. So the book about nectar making´I found in here, let just say I have it on my Christmas list so far.</em></div>
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<em>And I also have had a small mysterious set back in my gardening. One morning when I came out to my small garden half of them were gone and the rest dead in the grounds so I had to throw them away :-( I still do not know what have happend. Luckily I had some spare seeds so I could plant the garden back up again!</em><br />
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<span id="goog_2009569038"></span><span id="goog_2009569039">Early the next morning Rose got out of bed, had some quick breakfast before she went on with the buisness of the day. Her first stop she mused needed to be the bookshop to buy some literature so she could read up on all the new stuff she needed to learn: Gardening, Biology, Tinkering, and hopefully even something about nectarmaking. From the map that was included in her welcoming-pack she had seen that it was on the other side of town. She sighed internally. Although the Insitute had given her some money to survive on, it did not allow her the luxury of taxirides. Fortunately the last tenants of the house had left their bike in front of thte house. So bike it was!</span><br />
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They had stayed outside the bookshop and talked for ages. Way longer than she had planned really. But it was nice to meet a freindly face. Afterwords she snuck into the bookshop and bought half of the books on her list. They did not have any books on nectarmaking ("But try down the road at the consignmentshop", the shopkeeper said) and the books about Gardening was way to expensive for her budget so she decided that she had to learn that the hard way by getting her hands dirty.<br />
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Stein had told her a lot of useful stuff about the town. One of the most useful things was that about the community garden. Apperntly the inhabitants of this community was pretty free-thinking when it came to sharing. For a small fee that you payed each year you could use all the towns facilities all year around. Including the huge community garden. Lucky for Rose, her benefactors had made sure all expenses were covered. She found both ripe tomatoes and some lettuce. And most important of all: Some grapes! Rose doubted that these would be ever used for the perfect nectar that she was aiming for eventually. But it made her feel that she was on the right track.<br />
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Since she had read somewhere that bees were good for organic gardening and pollination she had bought a hive on the local farmers market. It took some days to get aquainted to each other. But after some time of cleaning and feeding they were on a more or less freindly basis. If she did not turn her back that was....<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03030021440223513042noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103899361012383638.post-64027252085730635442013-05-22T22:04:00.002-07:002013-05-22T22:51:21.352-07:00The Prologue<em>Dear Sis,</em><br />
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<em>I have arrived at my destination after a very bumbpy trainride for several hours and I must say it looks even better in reality than in the broschure from the institute! All this nature all around and still a very modern society. I do understand why the Institute of Progress have chosen to have an enclave here. It is perfect. Just perfect!</em><br />
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<em>Why they are sending me is still a mystery to me though...</em><br />
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<em>Apprently they liked the title of my paper best of all the 100 of applicants they had:</em><br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Winemaking on a Molecular basis - How to utilize science for the perfect bottle</span></strong></em><br />
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<em>I just hope that I can live up to their expectations! I mean, I am no scientist! Not by a longshot! I have a college degree in Entrepreneurship and Visoning and took a sideclass in Plant Biotechnology thats all. I know nothing about gardening, nothing about how on earth you actually make wine. Still, they found my ideas about combining the frontier sciencetific knowledge of today with winemaking intriguing enough to send me out here for a year. I don't know what that say about their sanity or my lack of confidence. Or maybe they see ME as a big scientific project?!</em><br />
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<em>Anyway, it is getting chilly out here and I better go in again. There is a lot of things I need to get started tomorrow. The house (Blue as a smurf btw) is obviously an old dorm and are having the furniture thereafter. But hopefully I will be able to change that as time goes.</em><br />
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<em>Yours truly,</em><br />
<em>Rose</em><br />
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