The Round Robin Legacy Generation Five: part one

[strangetomato]

The Round Robin Legacy
Generation Five: Nyssa

Part One: All Tommorrow's Parties






"And what costume shall the poor girl wear, to all tommorrow's parties?"


Warnings: sexual situations, drug use, some minor language




Good afternoon, Ms. Lioncourt.

You too, Lillian.




Thank you for agreeing to do this interview. It's been well over twenty years since your last one-on-one, and people are still clamouring for information on your mysterious disappearance.

People are so nosy.

Yes, they are, aren't they? And it's a good thing too, because otherwise I'd be out of a job.




Well, I owe a lot of my success to that too, so I shouldn't complain either, but I have enjoyed my relative obscurity in recent years.

Was your disappearance maybe a way to escape from all that?

Well, no. It was hardly intentional, but it was a welcome change of pace, yes.




I'm jumping ahead of myself, so let's backtrack.

You've lived an interesting life. Nobody could argue differently. You''ve had fame, fortune, romance, and, eventually, a family too. Your time in Sim City made you the subject of legend. I think it's fair to say that you've lived enough life for several people, wouldn't you agree?




Yes, maybe I have.

Always an enigma. I'm going to ask you about that, eventually.

Yes, you've lived a long and varied life, filled with scandal and achievement, but the years leading up to your adult transition were a mystery to everyone, and everyone seemed to have a theory on where you came from. It was this mystery that shot you to fame.

You rose to prominence on the mystique of your origins, the exotic skin you wear, and your fearless joy de vivre. From the moment you literally fell onto the scene, you were making headlines:




"Mysterious Woman Survives Three Story Fall"




I remember that story. I kept the clipping.

I remember it too. I wrote it.

Let me read it back to you, to refresh our memories...






Nyssa Lioncourt was found on the street outside Landgraab's Merkabah, with injuries to her head. Patrons claim that Nyssa appeared in a sudden flash, which weather experts suspect was dry lightning, and fell from the top floor of the popular nightclub. None of the patrons recall seeing her at the bar before the fall took place, and nobody had even heard of the the girl before this event.

Sounds about right to me.

After the story made the headlines, everyone knew your name. You were "the party angel who came from another planet."

You woke up in the hospital after the incident, remembering a tragic story about your escape from the Ancha colony of Theta Aquarii b, a distant planet. It was sensational, made even more so by the fact that it couldn't be proven right or wrong, and because you really, truly believed it. 

Tell me, do you still believe it?




It's true.

So, despite the fact that it's completely unheard of, and there aren't even any clues that might suggest that such a planet exists, you still maintain that this is where you grew up?

Yes. I do... I did grow up there.




Well, I guess you wouldn't give it all away now anyway, even if it were a lie. Why ruin your aura of mystery?

So, is that where you met Constantine Summerdream? Most versions of the story agree on the fact that you met him in the hospital.

Well, to hear him tell it, he actually met me outside the bar, where he passed out beside me from alcohol poisoning. But, yes, really we met in intensive care. Sharing an ambulance doesn't really count as meeting someone.

So he recalls seeing you before he passed out?

Yes, he does. He's very adamant about it.

That was a big night for news.










A huge billing at the Merkabah, with a performance by The Shifting Paradymes, only to have it end with the son of the drummer found half dead outside the bar, next to a girl that fell from the top floor, who claimed to have come from another planet.






As the eldest son of Helena Summerdream, and World Class Ballet Dancer, Nathan Peet, Constantine was no stranger to the public eye. He was a notorious presence on the party scene in Sim City, and constantly the subject of media attention. It was a peculiar twist of fate for you to cross paths like that, with such a bang. Both stories would have made headlines on their own, and together it was madness. It also linked you two togther in the public consciousness.

Yeah, it was a weird night.

Can you tell me more about Constantine's side of that? He's very evasive in interviews.

Yeah, he likes to dick around with people. It's part of his "charm."




There's not much more to tell. He had just said goodnight to his brother, Demetrius, and "the twins," since they were all there the see the show. He was ready to stumble home, and they had expressed concern for his, as he said, "general constitution" that night, but they let him go.




He's not the sort you can reason with anyway, let me tell you, so they took his word for it. It's not like they hadn't seen him in similar states, and he always seemed to find his way home without incident.




He was walking out the front door, when he heard the commotion, and then saw me on the ground. He said I was a real mess. And then he passed out too, more or less right next to me. It was convenient that an ambulance was already on the way.

And when you woke up in the hospital... tell us a bit about that.

I had been admitted for injuries sustained when I came through the portal from Ancha, not to a room where people were waiting for me in Paragon City, but to the third floor of the Merkabah, and just short of the balcony. I remembered falling, and hitting the ground, but that's it.




After that, I woke up in the hospital. They said I had been delerius, asking for my family members, and if anyone else had made it through the portal.

The physician tried to explain to me that there wasn't any portal. That the things I had been talking about did not exist. The planet... all of it, it was just something my mind had created.

Obviously, I was not impressed by this suggestion.

 He said that I must have been experiencing some sort of hallucination from the head trauma, but I couldn't accept that. There's no way it was merely an illusion, a false memory. Most people agree that it's rather odd that nobody seems to recall seeing my at the Merkabah earlier that evening, but they couldn't verify my story at all. Nobody had even heard of Ancha, but I swear it was real.




Constantine had been admitted at the same hospital, for alcohol poisoning, as you know. He was just about at his worst in those days. He had no regard for his health or anything else.

We spoke, and he told me he had seen me at the Merkabah that night. We talked a little, but I really didn't expect much to come of it. I remember how he looked me over, though, like I was a three course meal that he'd love to sample.

But he didn't make a move on me.

He said he'd see me around. He was so sure of it, and I didn't know how he could know that, but he just said, "Trust me. You'll understand."

And he was right.

Yes, of course he was right.




After I was released from the hospital, I found myself at the centre of the media frenzy, which was crazy, but also a blessing, in a way. I had no trouble at all finding a job. People wanted me to be involved in many things. Projects. Film, video, music videos, all that. I started hanging out with that crowd at Ander Simhol's Factory. I was actually taken in there until I pulled together enough money for an apartment.

It was a whirlwind.




I was happy to find my own little place.






The building was beautiful, and my apartment had a nice little loft for a studio of my own, and an office... I did a lot of puttering around up there.








I had a balcony for container gardening, which I did in my downtime. I had a plot in the community garden in the courtyard below too. I really enjoy digging my hands into the dirt. It's very relaxing, and I've always had a green thumb.

Yes, I've heard about the "cow plants."




That's true. I grew one, you know. I just couldn't get them to grow here at first. I had some dried out old clippings from Ancha, but none of them really took off. I did eventually manage to grow some, though, after I did some rethinking about my approach. It just took a bit of work. If anyone doesn't believe me, they should come to Veronaville to see for themselves.

I'll have to take your word on it.

It's safer that way.

But anyway... my first "real" job was working at a record store. I thought it was a good way to hide from the public eye a little, and it was sort of successful. I liked spinning records to get the customers in a shopping mood, and that's how I got hooked up with the DJing gig.




Soon I was a regular DJ at the Merkabah.

They thought it was a genius idea to capitalize on my fame and connection to the infamous nightclub.




It was a win-win situation, and I spent a lot of time there anyway. I was a regular fixture.




I was known for my moves in the dance sphere.

I've always kept myself very fit, and I could skillfully nagivate that thing on the hardest setting, and I never fell out. People were quite taken by it, and I always drew a crowd.






To be completely honest, I kept hoping it would one day act as a portal, to take me back to my family. Not on Ancha, because I knew that was over, but I held out some hope that I could at least return to Paragon City, and go searching for my grandparents, or something. People said that it didn't exist, but I never gave up my belief in it. I'd never been there, but my father had, and he'd never lie about something like that. I continued to believe in it, despite the naysayers.

And there, floating in the sphere, I felt a slim hope that I might find my way back there again.




That I might pass through, and come out the other side.




Just as he had promised, it wasn't long before I was crossing paths with Constantine again. He all but lived at the Merkabah, when he wasn't up to seedier activities. He loved the spotlight, though, and the Merk was the place to find it.




He approached me one night, asked me if I had fallen from any buildings lately. I had every intention of ignoring him, but he offered to buy me a drink and I was compelled to say yes for some reason. And that was that.

Many drinks later, after the bar had closed, I was suggesting to Constantine that we go back to my apartment building to continue our game of pool in the basement lounge. He didn't need much convincing.




We didn't even make it to the lounge.




I'm not sure who made the first move, but it was pretty electric. We have good chemistry.




I asked him to stay the night, and he did. After that, we became pretty good friends. We still did our own thing, as well as our thing with each other, when we felt inclined to. It was very casual.

And, at this time, nobody really knew for sure.

Yeah, we kept it a secret. People had their suspicions, but we kept quiet about it.




That only fanned the flames for news about you two. It was a good publicity move.

It was his idea, so I have no doubt that he knew all about it. Dealing with publicity and fame is really the only job he's ever had, so he knows what he's doing. I learned a lot from him.

So you carried on with him right from the start... but he was hardly your only lover. You've been linked to many different men-about-town.




















Yes.

I've had my share of lovers.

But always, it was a fleeting thing. I didn't really want a commitment, you know?

Constantine was always a little different. I felt really connected with him. We weren't the same, but we complimented each other, I think. We understood each other.




He was the only one who bothered to hang around for breakfast. Things like that.




So how did you get started on the art thing?

Oh, I was always linked to The Factory, as you know, and I learned a lot just by being there. I was curious as to whether I'd be any good at it. I tend to be pretty good at anything I try, to be quite honest, and I felt like I had a story to tell.

At first, I painted my family members from memory.








That was a very popular exhibition, and not just in the art world. Everyone and their dog was interested in seeing your vision of where you had come from.

Yes, I sold all of those paintings. Many to Landgraab himself. His wife, Charlotte, is the curator at the gallery, and she was quite taken by them.

I know. She's my sister.

That's right. I did know that. Must be my mind. Old age really does a number on your memory.




Anyway, I didn't think I would sell the paintings. They were personal. But at that price, it's hard to say no. Well, you know how much they went for. I think you were the one who reported on it.

That's correct.

I kept painting and doing various other small projects here and there, some of them were very profitable. My appearance in that music video brought in a lot of money, as did my contributions to that experimental film. I had more money than I knew what to do with.

People still wanted to see me at their events, so I continued to work as a Proffessional Party Guest too.




I kept gardening in my spare time. It helps me to relax.

Is there any truth to the stories about your cultivation of less-than-legal herbs?

Well, I'm not going to say yes, am I? But I was still heavily involved in the club scene, so you can come to your own conclusions. I won't say yes, but I guess I won't say no either.




I kept up with the art thing too. I moved into photography, because it's always interested me how people actually believe what they see in photographs, when it's really just another medium for capturing the world, and it tells it's own lies.

As someone who's been at the receiving end of the "lie of the lens," I really came to understand it. I was working on my photos for a while, but nothing was really jumping out as a subject for the work.




Then came the pregnancy.

At first I thought it was just food poisoning, because I had a scare like that once, but no...




This time it was the real deal.

So it was an accident?




Well, yes and no. I think part of me wanted the baby, and I tried to do it without really knowing I was. Does that make sense? And I always did feel like something was missing in my life. I have no family in this world, and a part of me has always want to have that again. I loved my family very much, and it was a mixed group, and a little unconventional. I knew that families can take on many forms. I was confident that I'd have no concerns raising the child by myself.

Well, once I got out of the party thing, that is. It was time for a change. I was ready to give that all up anyway, so maybe that had something to do with it too. I was ready for the next phase of my life. 




He was wonderful.




I named him Corneilius, but we called him Neil. It was a big name for such a little guy. I liked it, though. It's very regal. Neil seemed more appropriate for him at the time, and it stuck. I guess that's how it always is with names. We shorten them to make things less stuffy and formal.

Do you know who the father was? It was never made public.




I have my suspicions, based on his colouring and features, but I didn't look into it. I had decided to raise the kid on my own, so that was that. Maybe it was unfair of me not to look up the father, but I really didn't need that complication, and I really think he'd be happier not knowing. I didn't need his money, or his time, and I didn't exactly hang around with the sort of men that settled down.




Well, right or wrong, I didn't tell him. I wanted to raise the baby on my own.






Well, not completely alone.

Constantine was there.




I think he suspected Neil was his, at first.

With the hair colour, he really could have been his son, but I knew he wasn't, even before the features told the story. I just knew it.

And I told Constantine that. I didn't lead him on or let him think Neil was his son, but he seemed interested in helping out anyway. He was calming down a little, and I think he appreciated the chance to do something domestic and settled like that. It gave him an excuse to cut back on the partying and clean up his act.

Sometimes all we need is a good excuse. A reason to decline.




We became really close. It felt nice. Like a family.

Things were really changing between us too. What had once been very casual began to take on a different form.




He had previously admitted that he was jealous of my other lovers, and went into a bit of a jealous rage one day when he saw me with one of them downtown, which came as a surprise to me. I thought we were on the same page about that, but obviously he had come to feel like we had something a little more, and finally he couldn't keep it to himself anymore.

I suppose I should have been flattered, but it seemed more than a little hypocritical. He slept with other women, so why shouldn't I be able to do the same? It's only fair.




Then I realized he wasn't sleeping with many other women at all anymore.

None, in fact.




Just me.




So we talked about that.

One evening, we sat together in the courtyard and discussed what exactly it was that we were doing.




We talked about a lot of things... our relationship, Neil, and the temptations of living in the city. We were enjoying our self-imposed isolation from all that, but we knew it was only so long before we were sucked right back into that scene. You can only hide for so long.

Then, he reallt surprised me. He suggested that we leave the city. He thought that moving to Veronaville might be a good idea.




That's where his mother had grown up.

His sister, Luna, had moved back there, to be close to their extended family, and for a bit of peace. She could help us find a place and get us settled in.




He wanted us to move there together. Not for himself, he said, but because Neil needed a nice responsible daddy figure. We both laughed at that, but his offer to continue to help me care for Neil meant so much to me, even if he was hardly a role model.

I don't think I could have felt any more for him than I did right in that moment.






One thing led to another.

It was one of those moments where you just get swept up in it. We went for it right there in the courtyard, where anyone could see us. We didn't care.

We didn't even use protection.








It was magical. That sounds cheesy, but it really was. It was so raw and urgent, but very natural too, with the breeze on our naked bodies, and the sound of the fountain nearby.

The stuff of fantasy.






That was the turning point for us. After that, it was more definite, more official. We didn't make any spoken commitment, because we weren't like that, but there was something there, unsaid.






I had been talking to him about the possibility of modelling for some photos for me, and after Neil was born, I finally figured out what I wanted to do.

So, when he came over one night, I decided to pitch the idea to him.




He was all for it, so we set everything up for a photo shoot.




Then casually, I mentioned that there would be no clothes required for this project. It's not like it would have been the first time I've asked him to get naked, so I played it cool.

It was funny. He was like, "Ummm... what?"




He's not easy to catch off guard, let me tell you, but when I barked, "Well then, what are you waiting for? Get your pants off!" well, you should have seen his face.




The false modesty was cute, so I snapped a couple of frames.




What a goofball.

I'm surprised that nobody thought to use him as a model before me. He was a born to be a model. I'm just the genius who figured it out.




I kept prints of some of the less revealing shots and decorated my apartment with them. Not that he would have really minded if I had put up the full-frontals, but just in case I ever wanted to entertain someone fancy, like royalty or some government officials. You never know.

They probably would have seen the show anyway. Almost everyone did.

True enough.




I liked those better anyway. The full figure studies are interesting, but I like it better when the focus is on the face and its expression.

Your portrait series of Constantine was an instant success. Art critics raved about the skillful technique at capturing the form and the sincerity and intensity of the subject's relationship with the viewer (which, in turn, brought speculation about the subject's relationship with the photographer). The media loved it because he was famous and you were famous, and the only thing better than one famous person is surely two. Common folk just went to see a hot, naked redheaded alien guy, set artfully against a red curtain.

Well, really, they couldn't have cared less about the curtain.

No, I imagine not. It wasn't hard to see what drew so many women to him. He definitely doesn't have anything to be ashamed of.




Explains why he just doesn't give a shit, doesn't it?

Yes, indeed.

After that show, the speculations about your relationship were blown wide open, and all the stories were about you as a pair. Though, I must say, I was never a fan of Constanyssa.

Yeah, it's pretty dumb when they do that.

People assumed the most outrageous things about us, and many of them were true. I won't deny it. We had some wild times in our heyday.






But it was also very tender.

That's the thing about Constantine. I wouldn't be so bold as to say that I "tamed" him, but I saw a side of him that nobody else did, and I really liked that side of him.

And, sure... he's hung like a horse, but I was in it for his personality.

Yes, of course. Because he's known for his kindness and upright behaviour.

As I said, you don't really see it unless you know him.

Anyway, things were going so well for us. It was just the three of us, hiding out from the media. It was fun.




And soon, I realized that I was pregnant again.

To say it was planned would be a bit of a stretch, but it was very conscious. I had known the risks.




We had been reckless, and more than once. Atfer that time by the fountain, we had been throwing caution to the wind. We weren't sleeping with other people, so we took advantage of that, but we weren't stupid. Like I said, we knew the risks.

I think we both knew it would happen, to be honest, and we let it.








He was thrilled, and so was I.




I knew he'd make a good father. He was already a father to Neil, even though he wasn't related by blood.

Neil was growing up too. Time passed so quickly.






We spent the winter together.




Then our little Calliope was born.

She had his green skin, my hair, and his great grandfather's crystal clear grey eyes. A real beauty.

And that was when you decided to leave for Veronaville.

Yes. I knew I could only hide from the media and the fast-paced city lifestyle for so long, and I wanted to raise my family in a calmer environment. Having famous parents would make things very difficult for them, I knew. Well, look at Constantine. I wanted a simple, healthy life for them.




We had talked about it before, as I mentioned, but it was the birth of our daughter that was the deciding factor. He was in complete agreement. He also wanted to get himself away from all the rush and noise of the city, and keep up his good behaviour. He wasn't drinking at all anymore. That's how it is when you're an alcoholic. All or nothing. And he'd done the all for way too long. I've done my share too. Nothing like him, but I also needed a clean break. I didn't need it anymore. With the babies providing an excuse to leave it all behind completely, I wasn't planning to look back.

So there was that, and there was also the cowplant.

The cowplant?




Yes. I finally grew one.






I brought Conner out on the balcony to see it. I was so proud of myself.




He thought it was hillarious, and I guess it really is. I can remember his reaction perfectly.




He turned to me and said, "You're bent, Nyssa. You know that, right?"

I hadn't really thought about it that way, but I guess he's right. I'd have to be a little off if I ended up with him, wouldn't I?




But, I tell you, I wouldn't have had it any other way.

We were standing on my balcony, one of the last times we'd ever do that, looking out over the city. His green skin really glowed in the light from my apartment. Have you ever noticed that about alien complexions? They really glow. He was beautiful. He always said I was beautiful. He playfully called me his "little frog" or compared me to a beautiful flower, but I think he was beautiful too.

He looked at me with this look. One of those looks. I'll never forget the moment. We were starting a life together. A real life. One of those picture-perfect lives that people aspire to. It was really happening.




There were no grand declarations of love, because we were never like that, but you could feel it in the air.

"It's just you and me," he said. "You and me, the kids, and your sick-ass cowplant."

It was the most romantic moment of my life.

It's like a fairytale. Every little girl's dream come true.

Yes, it was.




And then we moved to Veronaville.





On to Part Two...

 

Comments

[birdtooth.livejournal.com]

This was great! I really enjoyed the interview format.

Also, Ripp!InASuit made me giggle. If it's not too much trouble, could you point me in the direction of Jaxy and Helena's outfits? Nyssa's clothes after she moves into the apartment are pretty great too.

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I switched this over to the interview format when I realized that it was the only way I'd ever be able to cover all the information I wanted to, and still keep it relatively short. I started it in the third person, like I usually write, but it wasn't coming together at all. I think the change was a good idea. It flows better.

I thought it would be fun to dress the band in a matching theme like that. All of their vintage clothing came from Carnaby Sims. I really like those suits for women. I wish I could find more cc like that.

That first outfit that Nyssa wears, with the shorts and tights, can be found on MTS2 somewhere, I think. (Sorry, I can't find the page right now.) I think all of her stuff came from MTS2, unless it's from H&M stuff.

[a-gates.livejournal.com]

It's completely wonderful! You're stories, J/R/O or not, are a true gem and gives me a lovely break from the overbooked life schedule :)

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :) That's great to hear. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[(Anonymous)]

This is just so good ! You must do scenarios for Hollywood ! I though it was a very good film. And I love the apartment, how you decorated it... Brava !

gab75

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I think it would be a hoot to write a Hollywood script. You just follow the formula, right? I did use a pretty well-worn formula for this, but I've always liked those types of movies myself. Sometimes you like the guarantee of a happy ending. I know I do.

I'm glad you liked the apartment. It's a gorgeous lot, so the "bones" of the apartment were really great, with the balcony and loft areas. It was tiny, but I really like decorating small spaces for sims. It's amazing how much you can fit in there. (And it's easier for me to get my head around, since I usually live in small spaces - I once made a bedroom out of what was really just a large closet.)

[nessa-seragon.livejournal.com]

There were a few spelling errors, but overall I really loved this! I love seeing the cameos from S, HWC. I love the sets. I love Nyssas clothing & hair. The babies are adorable, of course. *cuddles sim babies*

Nyssa's stomach looks huge during her second pregnancy, probably from the outfit since she only had one baby.

*runs off to read part 2*

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Have I ever posted a sim story without spelling errors in it? ;) I doubt it. I'm terrible for them. This one is probably worse, because I didn't re-read a whole lot of this after I typed it. I was too busy racing to the finish. I did catch a handful of errors, but I'll take another look through it later.

The cameos were fun to do. I didn't want to get into too many future details on the central characters of S,HWC, but there is a hint or two in there (but you probably will only understand them them later). I included all the Smith/Curious children as adults in one of the club scenes, if you look closely. They aged up pretty well.

I highly recommend those lots, and I'm glad you liked what I did with the sets. I don't often bother to do that much with my sets (or I start from a download), so I'm pretty proud of my faery forest lot. I also have another one in Veronaville that I'll show later. I really like creating the faery forest sets because it involves so much landscaping. I'm obsessed with sim gardens, and I can't wait to get M&G Stuff (but I have too - it's an Xmas gift).

Yeah, sim babies sure are cute. ^_^ And sims are so cute with their little babies and how much they love them. Lots of cuteness.

Yeah, that outfit seems to have a huge pregnancy mesh, but I don't mind, since some people really do get nearly that huge. It's better than those meshes that seem way too small, in my opinion. That's my beef with those dress replacements by HP at MTS2. The belly is way too tiny.

Thanks for reading!

[leskuh.livejournal.com]

I loved it!

Lillian seems sort of nice in this, which is sort of surprising since I expected her to be kind of an asshole. She's apparently really in Nyssa's business though, but I guess that's sort of to be expected if she's a top journalist.

Omg Ripp! And Jaxy! And Zoe! And Helena! So famous!

Lol, I kept imagining Constantine as some sort of Paris Hilton and it was awesome. I <3 Paris.

"the twins"? Jolene and Jordan maybe? They have the right hair colors and their features seem possibly correct, but the pic isn't close enough to know for sure! *whines*

Also that shot has more aliens/half-aliens than normal sims in it. :O

I love all your big shots - of buildings and Nyssa falling and anything that just has a lot of movement and life in it. They are so good! Also I spy with my little eye a JRO painting! XD

Awww, I love when romance/family sims. It seems so appropriate somehow.

Nyssa/Constantine are a total OTP. :3

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'm glad. :)

I would imagine that Lillian is always nice to people she's trying to impress or get something from, and this is also years later, so maybe she's not quite as abrasive as she was as a young woman. She's agressive when she needs to be. She's the top journalist in Sim City, so if there's anything going on, she's usually on it.

I know. They made it big. In the future when all's well. ;) Doesn't say much about what they had to go through to get there, but you have a promise of some happy ending there.

*snicker* That's a good comparison. He probably has a sex tape on the internet too, I'd say.

You'll understand what I meant by that later. There's more than one set of twins in that pic. It's the one to look at if you want to find the "clues" in this story, but I should say much more... Heehee.

It's true. This is a whole generation onto the future, so you can really see how effective the aliens have been.

Thanks. Those are the hardest to do (the action shots). I was so pleased to get that one of her falling into the camera. It's hard to get things to look natural, and that one really does it for me. And I'm all about a good establishing shot too. I LOVE to see them myself, because I really want to get a feel for the setting of a story.

Yeah, I did this just after I made that recolour, and it's just too cute to leave out. ^_^ I had a lot of fun decorating that wall in that academy style. Decorating is fun, but so time consuming.

Yeah, I love that contrast too. Nyssa is both a romance and a family sim (Conner was just romance), and that's my favourite combination. There's something very touching and real in the contradiction of it for me. Romance sims can easily be happy in a committed relationship too. That after-work woohoo want keeps them pretty happy, as long as they get lots of good loving at home. ;)

I like 'em together, so I'm glad you think so.

[hannahspring.livejournal.com]

You're a great storyteller and you should know that. I really hope you do. :)

May I have a question, though? Where's that small cowplant from? It's so cute!

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Thank you. That's very nice of you to say, and I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

The small cowplant is actually a decorative statue, created by zedrik on MTS2, and can be found here. I found it when I went looking for the growable cowplants, and now I'm a pretty big fan of it. It will be turning up again in my sim decorating.

[hannahspring.livejournal.com]

Thanks for replying! I love that cowplant! It's a worthy find for me. :)

[smjoshsims.livejournal.com]

Did I see Jolene and Jordan there? And Orion and MINT?! AND ONE OF MY OUTFITS? And SOO much of Phobia's hair, lol. FANGIRLS FOREVER.

Ooo, and Lilian as the reporter- I love how it's taking place a generation into Strangetown, so we can see all the kids grown up. The band looks amazing too.


Hee, you're driving me crazy with all these cameos! Buck at the Gallery, and Darren Dreamer- I'm assuming it's Malcolm's gallery, right? You mentioned that he would eventually start one.

But, like I said, I love seeing Nyssa's life on this side on the lens, so to speak. It's really cool how she was famous, moving from Professional Party Guest to Artist to Photographer.

Constantine is so fresh, and Nyssa is fun too- naked pictures ftw!

Awww, Neil and Callie are SO CUTE. I love them!

It's so cool how you kept that part of her past alive, with the cowplants.

And OMG the Apartment, and the Veronaville house- they're both GORGEOUS. I love the way they were decorated, and so pretty! The house looks like a dollhouse. ^__^

*goes to next part*

[smjoshsims.livejournal.com]

Oh, and where'd did you get Nyssa's hair in This picture? It's made of deliciousness.

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

That's a hair by Neena_Needles herself, also known as Ninika on MTS2, and that's where I found her retexture of that Helga 008 hair.

I agree. Very delicious. :D

[smjoshsims.livejournal.com]

Ooo, thanks!

*rubs all over body* ;)

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

No, wait - give it back! It's my turn!

*rub rub rub*

:D

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Yes, you have sharp eyes. ;) That one shot was almost a Where's Waldo puzzle, I was sneaking so many little details in. I did include one of your outfits there, and I was hoping you'd see it. I think they're just great. It's being modeled by Rhiannon D'Or, an old friend of Jaxy's.

Yeah, it was fun to jump ahead to the future, but I could show too many characters, because I didn't want to give anything away. I was also running out of time in a big way, so I canned a couple of things I wanted to add. Maybe I'll use them later.

Yes, Malcolm owns the Deh'Javu Modern Art Museum in Sim City, and maybe some others too. Charlotte as curator is a nod to my inspiration for her character: Charlotte York from Sex and the City. I was going to add Natasha Una to that scene too, but she wasn't in that hood and I didn't really have time to extract her and recreate her in SimPE when it occurred to me. It's too bad... it would have been extra fun to have all the artists there.

I was very pleased when she rolled Become a Visionary as her second LTW. No matter what I do, I can't escape making my sims into artists and musicians. It's fate.

*snicker* MOAR BEEFCAKE. Naked pictures are fun, though Constantine is really fearless to do nude photos. Paintings or drawings are a little easier, since it's more removed.

I wasn't thinking about the cowplants at first, but then I thought I'd be blowing a great opportunity set up for me by iceraptoress, so I went for it. I love that little decorative cowplant. :D So cute!

I have links to those lots at the end. The house in Veronaville is a Holy Simoly lot, and I only altered it inside (which is never shown - LOL at the wasted time). I'm glad you liked the apartment decorations. I highly recommend that apartment lot. It's great.

[barbsbookfreak.livejournal.com]

That's awesome:)
May I ask where you got the Apartmentbuilding where she lived?

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :) There's a link to the Loco-Plus, the site where I downloaded the apartment, in the notes at the end of the second half, but here it is again.

[barbsbookfreak.livejournal.com]

Thank you:)

[strange-tomato.livejournal.com]

No problem. Thanks for reading.

[kinemortophobia.livejournal.com]

Commenting as I'm reading!

Ooh, I don't know if this is common to the Round Robin Legacy but I love the retrospective nature of of this "story". And tee hee, my CC!

I love that she literally fell onto the scene. I also like Lillian's journalist's skepticism (Well, I guess you wouldn't give it all away now anyway, even if it were a lie. Why ruin your aura of mystery?). It's little things like that that make me love your writing.

The cameo by the band makes me giggle. The girls' outfits are fantastic too!

You are bloody brilliant for integrating the dance sphere into the story like that, however minor a detail it may be.

lol Constanyssa.

I adore the celebrity couple angle and the way you've handled what could have otherwise been a by-the-numbers commentary legacy post. You did an excellent job. I'm off to read the next installment!

[amaryssobellus.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! I love how your telling this, letting it all unravel fast but with enough details that it doesn't feel fast... I hope that made sense.