the white legacy--generation 8, college (part 1)

Pffbt I SayThe White Legacy:Generation Eight, College (Part One)

June: “White legacy person.”

Rhea: “Hi hi! You must be June, right!? My mom told me all about you!!”

June: “So. What’s the big plan this year? How’re you going to kick me out today?”

Rhea: “Kick you out? Why would I want to do that?”

Trust me, Rhea. It’s for the best.

Rhea: “But… I don’t want to…”

June: “Really? Excellent. I think we’re going to get along just great, roommate.”

Rhea: “I can’t wait to spend the next four years together, roomie! Wait till you see what happens at night!”

June: “Huh? That sounds like—”

Rhea: “Because I’m a werewolf!”

June: “Bunch of legacy freaks.”

What, going already? Not going to stay for even one night? She gets awfully hungry, you know.

June: “Aliens, witches, and now werewolves. What gets into their water, I don’t want to know.”

This, of course, is our Gen-8 heiress, Rhea White. A newly turned werewolf, she’s still pretty excited about the novelty of the whole concept. She’s quite vibrant and outgoing, which fits her as the Popularity Virgo 9/4/4/1/10 she is. Her LTW is the same as her mother’s before her: to become Captain Hero.

Rhea is Saturn’s second-largest moon, and the ninth-largest moon in the galaxy. It was discovered in 1672, has an icy body, and was named after the Rhea of Greek mythology. You know, the titan Rhea, mother of the gods. The moon is also known as “Saturn V.”

…and this of course is Rhea’s true form, as it were, with the day/night toggle flipped in buy mode so we can see her. Isn’t she cute?

Rhea: “Okay, that’s enough pictures. There’s dinner in there with my name on it.”

Rhea: “Hehehe… hi there, Blizzard.”

Blizzard: {SAVE ME!!}

Blizzard: {HELP!! IT’S GOT ME!! I’M GOING TO BECOME DINNER!! SOMEBODY CALL FOR HELP!!}

Rhea: “Aw, come on. I’m not going to eat you. I love womrats.”

Blizzard: {Yeah, as an APPETIZER!!}

Rhea: “No, as pets! Calm down, little guy!”

Rhea: “I love this werewolf thing! Animals are the greatest, aren’t they Blizzard? Aren’t they!?”

Blizzard: {*cough* In return for not taking offense to your use of the ‘a-word’, I expect you to fill my food dish whenever I require it, eh? You’re an ‘a-word’ yourself now, you know…}

I get the feeling Rhea’s just a little distracted from this book.

Rhea: “Hey, I know, I know!! I want to be a drama major!!”

HOORAY for early rollers. I love it when sims don’t dawdle about deciding their major.

Rhea: “Hear that, Blizzard? I’m gonna be an actress!!”

Blizzard: {Yeah, yeah, sure. Fill my food bowl.}

Rhea: “Aren’t you going to say anything, Blizzard?”

Blizzard: {I just did. Pay attention, will ya?}

Rhea: *sigh* “Nothing. He’s giving me the silent treatment.”

I know I said it last chapter, but seriously. I love this animation.

Almost done with your pork chops?

Rhea: *burp*

Lovely. Now, why don’t you spend the night downtown? That sounds fun, right?

Rhea: “Downtown? I don’t think I’ve ever been there before…”

Humor me.

Rhea: “So, uh… now what? What are you supposed to do downtown?”

Well, you could talk to people, or eat dinner, or—

Rhea: “Ooh, what’s that over there!?”

—or explore. That works, too.

Hey, look who we found!

Rhea: “Is that a tattoo under your eye?”

Neffy: “Long story. Are you a werewolf?”

Rhea: “Long story.”

Look who else we found.

Rhea: “Hm.”

Mr. Recessives: “Hm.”

Rhea: “Rhea White.”

Mr. Recessives: “Shane Gilmore. Nice to meetcha.”

Hark! I hear the traditional mating call of the legacy sim!

Cashier: “Disgusting.”

Shane: “I’m… feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.”

There might be something behind that. A long time ago, I had an unpublished legacy that I loved very much, which was killed during generation seven by an evil monster called the Great Hard Drive Crash, Sans Backups. This guy was known as Weston back then, and he was one of my absolute favorite sims ever. In addition to the fact that he has both the hair color AND the eye color I’m still missing from the main line of the family, I couldn’t resist the chance to bring him into the family tree.

So now you know who I’m talking about if I accidentally call somebody Weston. I love this guy.

Rhea: “Whoa. Okay. No fur anymore. Shoot. I am never going to get used to this.”

So? Tell me! How was your trip downtown?

Rhea: “It was AWESOME!! I had so much fun, and I met the greatest guy, and I’ve GOTTA go back!!”

When’d you take up basketball, Rhea?

Rhea: “I haven’t, really. Just feeling restless. Needed something to do. You know?”

Sure. It happens.

Rhea: “Hello! This is Rhea the Wolfgirl!”

Rhea: “Shane!? HI!! How are you!? YES, you can come over! YES!!”

Rhea and Shane: “Hi!! JINX!! HAHAHAHA!!”

They both owe each other sodas now, if I remember this game correctly.

Rhea: “Author, you’re cool and all, but go away, huh?”

But, but I…

Rhea: “Please? With cherries on top?”

*sigh* Fiiiine…

Rhea: “Hope you like root beer!”

Shane: “Root beer? What’s the point in drinking soda if it’s not caffeinated?”

Rhea: “Caffeine? Who needs caffeine when you get an automatic energy boost every night? Nah, I like root beer.”

Shane: “Ooooh. The wolf thing. That does make sense.”

Shane: “You know, actually, this stuff isn’t too bad.”

Rhea: “We can have mountain dew or coke next time.” *braaap*

Shane: “Nice one.”

Rhea: “Thanks!”

Rhea: *fart*

Well, that’s a good way to catch a m—

Shane: *fart*

Shane: “BWAHAHAHA!!”

Rhea: “HEHEHE!!”

I stand corrected.

Lara: *satisfied humming*

Lara: “Rhea, I’m… here… who is this?”

Rhea: “Oh. Hehehe. This is my boyfriend. Shane. Shane, my sister Lara.”

Shane: “Hahaha… hi there, Lara.”

Lara: “Eeeexcellent. I see little werewolf babies in the future. I wonder if they’ll have fur?”

Shane: *fart*

Lara: “Ew.”

Newly arrived at SSU is the red-loving youngest of the generation, Elara “Lara” White. She’s smart, serious, and is absolutely fascinated by the supernatural. And she has really big hair. Lara’s a 7/4/7/2/8 Pisces Knowledge Sim who wants nothing more than to be Education Minister.

Elara is Jupiter’s eighth largest moon. It has a radius of only 43 kilometers; it’s a little tiny moon indeed. It’s also known as “Jupiter VII,” and was named after the mortal princess Elara of Greek myth. She was one of Zeus’s many, many lovers, and died in childbirth to the giant Tityos. Lovely little myth.

Lara: “Hi there, Rhea.”

Rhea: “Hungry now. Move.”

Lara: “Testy tonight. I wonder if that’s a symptom of the transformation?”

Rhea: “I’m tired. I think I’ll take a nap.”

Blizzard: {Hurry up and change back. I want a carrot to nibble on, and I demand the wood shavings be changed.}

Rhea: “Never mind. I’m not so tired after all. I’m gonna go take a jog around the block.”

Blizzard: {Make up your mind. Sheesh.}

Lara: “Um, Rhea? Why are you sleeping on the floor?”

Rhea: “zzzzztiredleavemealonezzzzz”

Lara: “Yeah, I guess… I’ve decided I’m going to major in math, okay? …you sure you’re alright?”

Rhea: *snore*

Working on your thesis, Lara?

Lara: “Yes, in a manner of speaking. My thesis is on werewolves specifically and supernatural life states in general, and I’m researching if Rhea’s erratic behavior of late might be related to her nature as a werewolf.”

Erratic behavior? Such as?

Lara: “Restlessness… irritation… bipolarity…”

Rhea: “Okay, I’m done with my nap! I’m going down to the gym with Shane to lift weights! And I might go downtown after that! Bye!”

Lara: “…sudden mood swings…”

How’re you doing this morning, Rhea? Feeling any better?

Rhea: “Meeeeaaaaaat.”

Right then. Carry on.

Rhea: “Hey Author, I’ve got a great idea! Let’s throw a party!”

It’s midnight, Rhea.

Rhea: “The cops wouldn’t mind, would they?”

Yeah, they probably would.

Rhea: “Spoilsport.”

Rhea: *sigh*

Oh, stop being dramatic.

Rhea: *siiiiiigh*

Blizzard: {Seriously? You’re going to stop a Popularity Sim from having a party?}

Rhea: “Thanks, Blizzard, but I can fight my own battles.” *ahem* “SIIIIGH.”

Lara, you’re so funny.

Lara: “What’s funny about me this time, Author?”

You hold a constant want to hear Rhea howl.

Lara: “To contribute to the field I have to do at least some of my own research, Author.”

But then when she does howl, you instantly want to become a werewolf yourself. When you don’t, you reroll the want to hear Rhea howl again. Seeing a pattern here?

Lara: “I have no desire to go through what my sister is. It looks singularly unpleasant.”

That’s what your brain says. Rhea does have the ability to turn you into a werewolf if you really wanted it, you know. What does your heart say?

Lara: “The heart is foolish. I am perfectly content as I am. It might get in the way of my research if my judgment were clouded by actually being a werewolf.”

If you say so.

Hey, look! It’s your Grandma Ella!

Rhea: “Yeowch… this whole transformation thing never gets any more comfortable…”

Blizzard: {Hey, hey Rhea. FEED ME.}

Okay, that’s just rude. Pffbt! Pffbt I say!

Repoman: “Right back atcha! I LOVE MY JOB!!”

Repoman: “Hehehehe!! BWAHAHAHA!!”

It’s not like I was planning on using it again, but still! PFFBT!!

Lara: {I often ponder my most perfect aspiration.}

So I noticed.

Lara: “Not enough red, I think, Rhea.”

Rhea: “Who asked you!? I don’t care about your stupid research or your stupid opinions! Just STOP TALKING!!”

Lara: “!?!?!?”

Lara: “Hey! What the heck, Rhea!? What was that about!?”

Rhea: “I… don’t know.”

Rhea: “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to snap at you like that! I didn’t mean what I said! I think your research and your opinions and you in general are great! I—”

Lara: “Hey, hey! It’s alright. We’re gonna figure this out, right? It’s probably just because of the wolf thing. That wasn’t you, I know it wasn’t. Calm down, huh?”

Rhea: *sniff* “So I’m gonna have to deal with this… this… feeling forever!?”

Lara: “…aren’t you cold?”

Rhea: “No…” *hic*

Lara: “Well, let’s go inside and get some hot chocolate anyway, huh? I’m cold. Come on.”

Lara: “Feel any better?”

Rhea: “A little…” *sip* “I just feel so, so… alone, you know?”

Lara: “You do know that I’m here for you, right?”

Shane: “Hey Rhea, you okay? Lara said you were—”

Rhea: “SHANE!! It’s so great to see you I missed you where’ve you been I’m so glad you’re back you’re wonderful I feel so much better you’re so awesome…”

Lara: “I feel… slightly awkward now… I think I’ll just, um, go up to bed… yeah…”

Melancholy seems to lift when significant other enters the room. Related to wolf, or merely an effect of new love? Conclusion pending further study.

You know, there’s pizza in the foyer. It’s not even rotten. You could eat that.

Rhea: “I don’t WANT pizza, okay!? …ugh, sorry Author. I mean, I want something more substantial than pizza. Something that I can really sink my teeth into, you know?”

Fair enough.

Basketball again?

Rhea: “I just need to move, you know?”

Lara: “So, this is what you wear to play basketball, right? How exactly does this game work?”

Rhea: “Watch and learn, little sis. Heh heh heh.”

Lara: “Oh, so the ball goes in the net…”

Rhea: “Thanks for, you know, coming out to play with me, by the way. It is kinda late.”

Lara: “Anytime, Rhea.”

Rhea: “Hi there, babe!”

Shane: “Hehehe… hi, Ray!”

*groan* Men.

What a romantic movie to slow dance to.

That’s “Werewolf,” by the way. And I did not stage this photo.

Rhea: “Oh, I love food!”

What happened to not liking pizza?

Rhea: “Who said I didn’t like pizza!? I never said that! I just wanted MEAT for dinner! Get your facts straight, Author!”

Sorry, sorry!

Rhea: “…”

Lara: “…”

Restlessness seems to be growing more intense as time goes on.

Subject has taken to pacing.

Lara: “Are you alright, Rhea? Do you need me to cook up some pork chops or anything?”

Rhea: “Argh…”

Lara: “Rhea?”

Rhea: “I’m going out.”

Lara: “Hmm…”

Lara: “…”

Lara: “Hi, Mom. No, this is Lara. Yes, this is Rhea’s phone… she left it behind last night, and now it’s morning and she hasn’t come back… I think we need to call the police.”

That’s the end of this one! Happy simming!