The Vest Has PaisleyThe White Legacy:Generation Eight, College (Part Two)

Rhea: “…ugh.”

Rhea: “This… is a tiny room.”

Rhea: “Ooh, I wonder what’s out here…?”

Mr. Bear: “Good morning, Mr. Alpha Sir! Sanjay just wanted me to say that our kitchen is a little—”

Julien: “So does this mean I’m still the Omega? Because I was thinking—”

Exercise Bike: whrrrrrrrrrrr

Rhea: “Um, hello?”

Everyone: “HIIIII~!!”

Rhea: “Well, hi!!”

Mr. Bear: “The sirens you brought down on us kept us up ALL night, didn’t they, Sanjay?”

Sanjay: “Well, we’re up all night anyway most nights, aren’t we, Mr. Bear?”

Jessica: “Alright, break it up. Go do something else, Sanjay. Come on, Rhea, let’s get you some breakfast.”

Sanjay: “Breakfast!? Hey, guys! FOOD!!”

Everyone: “YAAAAY!!”

Julien: *contented humming*

Rhea: “So, uh, what’s going on?”

Jessica: “Julien’s making breakfast for us. Don’t worry, he’s a fabulous cook.”

Matthew: “Hey.”

Matthew: “Break it up, everybody. You know the rules. Breakfast will be ready when it’s ready. Go do something else.”

Everyone: “Mine? Mine? Mine?”

Jessica: “Never mind them. They’ll wander off eventually.”

Rhea: “So, uh, what I meant was, how exactly did I end up here? I mean, last I remember, I was wandering around downtown… I remember something about trying to force choke someone with my great-grandpa Hyde’s patented method…”

Matthew: “Oh, yeah. Heh heh heh. I remember that. Pinch an inch, right?”

Jessica: “Matt! Shush!”

Jessica: “There’s something you should know about werewolves, Rhea. We’re not meant to work alone.”

Rhea: “We?”

Jessica: “Sure. We, the werewolves. We’re just like four-legged wolves, Rhea; we need a pack.”

Matthew: “Sorry, we thought you would remember that from last night. You did come find us yourself, after all.”

Rhea: “I did? …of course I did! Yeah!”

Jessica: “Yup. Like a heat-seeking missile, straight to where we were gathering in the park. It’s one of the wolf things; you begin to pick up scents, and those help you track down other wolves. How long were you trying to lone wolf it, anyway?”

Rhea: “I was turned a day or two before I left for college… why? Is that bad?”

Jessica: “Oh, no. That restlessness must’ve gotten pretty unbearable, though. Sorry, if we’d known you were out there, we would’ve come seeking you out.”

Matthew: “We almost missed Julien here when he was newly turned. Didn’t we, Julien?”

Julien: “Shaddup.”

Jessica: “Oh, Julien has a fantastic story. He was lone wolfing it, you know, before he knew there was a pack, and eventually the restlessness and the irritableness made him go up to this passing general and—”

Julien: “Shut up.”

Jessica: “We heard about it and came to pick him up, of course. Can’t have stray wolves wandering the neighborhood, am I right?”

Rhea: “So that’s it? No more of that itchy feeling?”

Matthew: “That’s right. You, Rhea, have a pack now. Welcome to the family.”

Julien: “Breakfast’s ready. Come and get it.”

Everyone: “FOOOOOOD!!”

Matthew: “Hold on! Shoo! One person at a time! You know the rules; highest ranks first! This kitchen is too small for all of you! Go!”

Jessica: “Matt and I are the Alphas. We’re in charge around here.”

Rhea: “Oh, okay. Sure, I can see that. Everyone else does seem to follow you wherever you go.”

Jessica: *munch munch* “That’s Priya. She’s Beta; our second in command. Never get into a fight with her; you WILL end up in the hospital. Sometimes her husband Sanjay tries to convince us that he’s also Beta, but don’t listen to him.”

Rhea: “Why would being married to the Beta make you a Beta too?”

Matthew: “That’s how it works with the Alphas. Jessica and I are married, and we are Alpha Male and Alpha Female. Running a pack is a team effort, you know.”

Jessica: “How else would we keep all you unruly children in line, huh?”

Matthew: “Then we have Sanjay, Alexandra, and now you making up the middle ranks, and then finally Julien, our Omega.”

Jessica: “The dimmest and weakest of the bunch.”

Julien: “Hey!”

Jessica: “With love, Julien. With love.”

Priya: “So, Rhea. About ready to head back to school?”

TV News Announcer: “Once again, the local legacy family is making news with a disappearance. Yet another of their heirs has gone missing, this time generation eight heiress Rhea White. She was last seen in the vicinity of the Crypt O’Night Club. What will this family do next just to get attention? Experts on narcissism speaking to us at three.”

Rhea: “…yeah, I guess I should. Narcissism. Psh.”

TV News Announcer: “Betting pools are now open as to whether or not the current legacy heiress is still alive.”

Lara: “This news channel is awful.”

Rhea: “Lara!? Are you home!?”

Lara: “Rhea!?”

Everyone: “HIIII Lara!!”

Rhea: “Hi, Author!”

RHEA! Don’t look at the camera!!

Lara: “RHEA! Don’t you EVER do that to me EVER again!! You hear me!? NEVER!!”

Rhea: “Okay, okay!”

Jessica: *sniff* “This is so beautiful. I miss my sister…”

Cow Mascot: *Jaws theme* “Da-dun… da-dun… da-dun-dun-dun-dun—”

Rhea: “You would not BELIEVE what I did last night, Lara! I found a pack, and I—”

Lara: “Look, Rhea, you really need to go to the backyard.”

Rhea: “Why?”

Lara: “Just do it.”

Shane: “…and if I hadn’t been such a slob this wouldn’t ever have happened because I would have noticed she was in so much pain so I’m going to stay sitting out in her backyard in a scratchy suit until she comes home and maybe I’ll figure out how not to be a slob…”

Rhea: *chuckle*

Shane: “…because I was such a slob I couldn’t see past my own stink cloud to see what she was going through and I’ve got to learn how not to be a slob because otherwise how can I keep her safe and happy when we’re married and…”

Rhea: “Did you just say ‘married’!?”

Shane: “Wait, Rhea?”

Rhea: “In the flesh!”

Rhea: “Whoa!”

Shane: “Rhea, will you marry me!? Even though I apparently can’t see through my own stink cloud!? I promise I won’t ever miss you hurting ever again and I’ll always be there and say yes!!”

Rhea: “YES!!”

Cow Mascot: “Da-dun… da-dun…”

Sanjay: “Hey. You with the death wish. Get over here.”

Cow Mascot: *gulp*

Um, shouldn’t you two go inside? It’s kind of raining…

Rhea: “Why would we want to do that?”

Okay…

See? Lara knows what rain’s all about.

Lara: “Hm. I give it a four.”

Lara and Rhea: “Badda su la gorp! Badda su la grop! Sim State U is so very cool, cool, cool! Gerbitz, gerbitz! Vooooo gerbitz!!”

Shane: “I wish I’d gone to college.”

Lara and Rhea: “YEAH!!”

So, I stepped away from the computer for a moment, and Rosie decided to take over playing the family. She throws a toga party, and the guests are just starting to arrive when I get back.

Guess who showed up.

Leader of the Pack: {I didn’t even know it was possible to invite dogs to parties, much less me, during the day. Woof woof.}

Rosie is a magician.

Leader of the Pack: {My cat sense is tingling.}

Cynthia: {Very manly there, hiding in the sunflowers.}

Leader of the Pack: {Shut up.}

Guess who else showed up? Yep, the family cat. Rosie, I hope you didn’t just blow up my game.

Nice going, Rosie.

Rosie: “Shaddup. I feel bad enough already.”

Leader of the Pack: {Ha! Take that, filthy cat scum!}

Cynthia: {You win this time, Beasley.}

Leader of the Pack: {Ix-nay on my eal-ray ame-nay!}

Let’s see… the human guest list includes Rhea and Lara’s parents, June, Arie, a cheerleader…

…and an underage teenager. Ani-Mei, I hope you know your daughter has been attending college parties.

Proof that you can invite wolves and cats to parties. This has veeeeery interesting implications for getting werewolves, I think.

Lara: “I love this game.”

I love this game, too.

Lara: “Are you talking about chess?”

Er… what else would I be talking about?

Lara: “Well… I have a theory…”

Rhea: “Hi, Shane!! Want to come over!? …Of course you can bring a friend!!”

That’s your friend?

Shane: “Hattie’s cool. Us downtownies have to stick together, you know?”

Nice nose, by the way.

Shane “Staircase Nose” Gilmore: “Thanks!”

You know, I’m not so sure the coach should be bothering Rhea. I mean, she’s probably my fittest heir yet.

Rhea:*huff* “That’s okay. This is” *puff* “FUN!!”

If you say so. I’ve never understood what’s so great about sweating.

Rhea: *puff* “It’s FUN and makes you feel GREAT!!”

Okay…

Day one of her Junior year, Lara has a full grade bar and food poisoning. It’s been a productive day, Lara.

Lara: “Blargh…”

A typical day at the legacy house: Rhea paints and Lara plays chess by herself. And Blizzard squeaks and runs on his wheel like a womrat.

Nice of you to roll a chess want, Rhea.

Lara: “I blackmailed her into it. I need data on lupine analytical thinking.”

Rhea: “So if I get to the other side of the board, does that mean I win?”

You’re going to have to teach her how to play first.

Lara: “I’d deduced that.”

I hate it when random people knock over our trash can for no reason, don’t you, George?

George: “Beep boop.”

So, how’s that graduation gown treating you? Comfy?

Rhea: “Not really. But I like it! And guess what!”

Rhea: “I invited the pack!!”

Oh dear.

Priya: “I hear there’s going to be a buffet table here!”

Julien: “Meh, it won’t be as good as anything I could cook.”

Matthew: “Behave, you two.”

What’s really funny is that the pack showed up in their everyday, and changed into their formal wear upon getting near the front door.

Lewis: “I feel like such a square in this suit and combover.”

Tough.

Lewis: *sigh* “At least the vest has paisley. Even if it is brown and boring.”

Uh-oh. The wolves have started circling.

Alexandra: “You better treat Rhea right. We’ll know if you don’t.”

Shane: *sweat*

Wrong direction, Shane.

Shane: “Oops!”

June: “She’s marrying that?”

Play nice, June.

June: “I’m not one of your sims. I don’t have to listen to you.”

Pffbt.

Well, at least Shane was on the right step.

Must be eight o’clock.

Sorry. I just had to get a picture of Rhea as a werewolf in her graduation gown.

Arie: “Sweet.”

Lewis: “Hmm… I wonder how I’d look in a graduation cap…?”

Rhea: “Almost time! We’re getting married the second I get home!”

Shane: “I can’t wait!”

June: “I remember when all you people were aliens. Now that was creepy. I can’t stand those black eyes.”

Lara: “My Aunt Pepper has those eyes. I always thought they were awesome.”

June: “That’s because you’re a freak.”

June.

Here we go! It’s transition outfit time!

She’s a gypsy!

Jessica: “EWWW!!”

Come on, it’s not that bad…

See you back at the home front, Rhea!

Rhea: “Okay! Tell Lara I want to talk to her, okay? I never got the chance!”

Will do! Bye!

Lara: “Look at this. Those werewolves are nasty.”

Hey Lara, Rhea wants to talk to you.

Lara: “Is she still here?”

No.

Lara: “Shoot. At least I got substantial data on lupine celebratory practices.”

Lara! You’re not dressed!

Lara: *sigh*

Blizzard: {I need attention. Come ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over how cute I am for a few minutes.}

Lara: “I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t observe Rhea, and now I have nothing to do.”

Blizzard: {I miss the furry one. Can we bring her back now?}

Lara: “Eight o’clock. I’d better go fix dinner before Rhea starts howling or tries to eat Blizzard or something.”

Lara: “Oh, wait.”

Lara: “Author!!”

What’s up, Lara? That stink face isn’t directed at me, is it?

Lara: “I hate this! I miss my sister! How am I going to manage living alone!?”

Well, don’t blame me! This is how it always works! The heir lives in the big house, and the spares live in Peachtree Valley!

Lara: “Well, it stinks. I don’t like it.”

Lara: *yawn* “Really, who ever thought it was a good idea to schedule a final exam at 1:30 in the morning?”

Your school must want you to fail.

Lara: “Yeah, that must be it. Lame.”

Bring some caffeine with you.

Lara: “One step ahead of you. I have an inventory full of cups of coffee.”

Nice choice of paintings, there. Very red.

Lara: “Thanks. I like it. I thought I’d see what this ‘painting’ thing that Rhea likes so much is all about.”

Lara: “Hello, June. I’ve graduated. Are you ready to move back in?”

June: “No.”

Lara: “…no?”

No? June, come on. For once in your life, be cooperative, won’t you?

June: “What’s the point, huh? I’m tired of this little game of yours. I move in, I move out, I get threatened, I have to clean, I disappear. I refuse to play anymore. I am not moving back in.”

*sigh* Lara, please go inside. I’ll talk to June.

Lara: “Are you sure?”

Yes, I’m sure. Go get ready for your party.

June: “I mean it, Author. I quit. I’m not going to be your placeholder anymore.”

June, I think you might be missing something. You do realize that it will be generation nine moving into this house next time, right?

June: “Yes, Author. I can count. Don’t patronize me.”

Generation nine, June, will be the last one to go through college. I hate to admit it, but you’ve done a good job so far. I’m… I’m… um… I’m going to let you graduate.

June: “Well, talk to the hand, Author, because I’m…”

June: “Wait… say that again.”

*sigh* I promise, I’m going to let you graduate. Next generation, you’ll go through college with my legacy kids, and then we can find you a nice little house or something, and I can set you up with whatever you want. A job, a man, your LTW, whatever. You’ve done a good job as a placeholder. It’s the least I can do.

June: “I’m going to graduate!? SQUEEE!!”

June: “I’M GOING TO GRADUATE!!”

June: “Hello, you beautiful house! I am never leaving you ever again! That is, until I graduate! MUAHAHAHA!! C’mere and gimme a hug!!”

…let’s go check up with Lara.

You almost don’t look like yourself without the hair, Lara. How did you manage to fit it under your mortar board, anyway?

Lara: “Careful positioning and the use of many mathematic formulas. More importantly, I got the red stole, Author.”

So I see. Congratulations.

Lara: “Thanks!”

I wouldn’t have placed Edwin Sharpe as a party crasher. What’s he doing here? This isn’t even his campus.

Arie: “Bloo skavani, Ed! Get outta here!” *smile*

Arie: “What’s with the bowls of chili?”

Lara: “The Author went and told June she could graduate with Rhea’s children. She got so excited that when she finished hugging the house, she started cooking things. There’s brownies and cookies in the kitchen for dessert. And also a cheesecake.”

Arie: “June… you mean that blonde terror that hit on your great-great-great-great grandfather Tory when we were in school?”

Lara: “She did what?”

Rhea: “Hey, Lara! Mind if I call the pack over?”

Lara: “No.”

Rhea: “No? You don’t mind?”

Lara: “Yes!”

Rhea: “Yes? You don’t mind? Make up your mind, Lara!”

Rhea: “Um, Mom? Could you take a few steps back, please?”

Rose: “Oh! I’m sorry sweetie! Of course I will!”

Rhea: “So, Lara, I was thinking.”

Lara: “Uh-oh.”

Rhea: “Hear me out. It’s been so boring with just me and Mom and Dad and Shane and the new baby at the house. Would you mind moving back in? I miss you tons.”

Lara: “Of COURSE I will, Rhea!! Who needs Peachtree Valley!?”

Rhea: “AWESOME!!”

June: “I’m thinking that the first thing I’ll do when I get out of this pit is travel. Meet some people, try some food. Maybe I’ll move to Twikkii Island and live in paradise. Yeah. I think I’ll do that.”

Lewis: “Twikkii Island is great. They have some awesome fashions.”

Lara: “I didn’t time this party very well, did I?”

Lara: “But werewolves are awesome!!”

Rhea: “I don’t much like windows. They’re like invisible barriers. I don’t like it.”

Rose: “My children are just a little on the peculiar side. That’s good, though.”

Lara: “I have a terrible sense of foreboding.”

Lara: “I’m fairly certain this is Rhea’s color. Where’s the red?”

Darn. I was hoping for worse than that.

Lara: “And just what is that supposed to mean?”

Don’t worry, Lara. We’ll get you moved in to the estate and get you some appropriate clothes really fast, don’t worry.

June: “Bye, Lara! Send those Gen-9’s in as soon as possible, y’hear? You know what? Send them to college early! Don’t even make them be teenagers!”

And that’s the end of college for generation eight! Hopefully June’s good mood doesn’t last too long; it’s starting to get on my nerves. Just one more set of college years to go! *confetti* See you in Riverblossom Hills!