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The Sims: Moonlight Falls (IC)

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 12:31 pm
by Harbertia
OOC

A car made it's way past The Stone Troll Fishing Hole with the radio on;

It' a welcoming 12 degrees Celsius today though meteorologist anticipate a rise in temperature latter today with a light fog rolling in tonight. So expect some cool weather soon.

In the Massively Massive Manor, a large almost coffin shaped estate Tristian Van Gould conversed with Bailey Swain over the phone- long ago his sister had moved out.

In another house Emelie Van Gould went to sleep- not in a coffin or on a stone slab but a regular bed. At the same time Waylon Wolff emerged from the shower and began to get ready for work. It had been more then 50 years since they had gotten together, and of the two Emelie was the most youthful in appearance.

Meanwhile his younger sister, now a private investigator was looking over some case files. She was feeling older today, and as she sat at her desk considered retirement but Sleuthing was such a crucial aspect of her being that she couldn't imagine what she'd do with her life.

The Bus was making it's round to pick up students for Everglow Academy, today would be the day the schools team faced off against another team. While those not attending school typically where looking forward to a more professional game parents where pleased with the prospect- besides those playing school sports could be the athletic champions of the tomorrow.

At Commonwealth Court a line had formed as people began to provide certification from the Alchemical Society in order to become a registered Alchemist. Yet something else was occurring, it was just one very old Mr. Hatecraft- an incredibly old Mr. Hatecraft with the same sign. Despite being a pest to most of the supernatural folk in town he had become rather well known, not only for his novels but politics- even with rumors concerning his daughter being a fairy he still found time to cause noise- even as a bitter oldman. It was getting worse though with him at times getting into an argument with tourist. Politicians where starting to fear that his activities might cause a decline in tourism.

The Library was open to the public- as to was the Moondial and Vault of Antiquities. Business, school, the entire day was starting as the town came to life and it was on this day that more outsiders would come to town.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 1:46 pm
by Maineiacs
"That's the last box," said Jeff Blanchard. "we're moved in now." He straightened the degrees he and Mallory received from Sims University that he had placed on the wall of the living room. "Where did you put my guitar?" he asked his wife.

"In the bedroom." she said. Mallory looked out the window of their new home, and sighed pensively. This always happened to her. She had gone into this move enthusiastically, but now was having second thoughts. After the commercial failure of her very first novel, Bells in the Fog, she was lost in a funk for weeks. It had been a labor of love, but it had all been for nothing. "37 copies." she thought. "It sold 37 copies." It was a bigger embarrassment than that paltry number would suggest on its face. Mallory had secured 36 of those copies for herself, and for her friends and family back in Bridgeport. That meant that one -- One! -- person had bought the book other than herself. She sincerely hoped she never met that one person face-to-face. She really didn't relish being told that the pages of her book were being used to line a birdcage.

But the move to Moonlight Falls was meant to change all that. The quaint, picturesque, town had the reputation of being absolutely awash in supernatural activity. Where better for an aspiring horror novelist to draw inspiration? She very much hoped it was a good idea.

Jeff, meanwhile, sat and idly strummed his guitar. Would he and Mallory really be able to make a go of it here? She had been so enthusiastic about coming here. "Easy for her to say." he thought to himself. This supposed "supernatural town" might be all well and good for a novelist, but what about his dream? How was he going to start his music career in Weirdo Central? He'd have to start scouring the local paper for potential venues to play, either that or just try to freelance in the park for tips. If these people really did think they were all vampires and werewolves, neither was a prospect he was thrilled with.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:07 pm
by Danceria
Pitch black tea cooled itself in the wind, as a relatively handsome newcomer drank it sparingly. After reading through the typical tabloid articles, he focused mainly on the job advertisments. So far, the best one for his talents was at "Vlarg's Tavern". He knew how to keep stock, and did it for years, along with brushing up on mixology (he did go to college after all). Long term, he could take a course at the Commonwealth Court, but for the intimidate needs, and without going to school, this will have to do.

In the meantime, he checked his yPhone, listlessly swiping through tabs in order to find the message he sent to his roommate. He even offered to buy drinks, to get off on the right food. So far, his roommate hasn't shown...

Sipping the tea, and fiddling a subtle but exotic amulet, the man resumed crowd-watching. This town was certainly interesting...and reeked of magic...and another smell that made his skin crawl...

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:32 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Alex Shea was speeding along in a car, in fact, he was actually breaking the speed limit. He was to meet his roommate at a cafe in downtown, and he was roughly 5 minutes late, The crowds of people trying to get somewhere and meet someone were immensly slowing him down, plus at one point he got stuck behind a bus. Eventually, however, he made it to the cafe, where he pulled in the parking lot and turned the car off. He stepped out of the car, and walked over to a table where a man was fiddling with an amulet and reading the want ads.
"I haven't slept in 5 days. Are you Spencer? Cause you look like Spencer."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:34 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:Alex Shea was speeding along in a car, in fact, he was actually breaking the speed limit. He was to meet his roommate at a cafe in downtown, and he was roughly 5 minutes late, The crowds of people trying to get somewhere and meet someone were immensly slowing him down, plus at one point he got stuck behind a bus. Eventually, however, he made it to the cafe, where he pulled in the parking lot and turned the car off. He stepped out of the car, and walked over to a table where a man was fiddling with an amulet and reading the want ads.
"I haven't slept in 5 days. Are you Spencer? Cause you look like Spencer."

"If you mean Spencer Rushmore, then yes." He nodded, focusing his attention on the disheveled and hurried man. "You're Alex Shea?"

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:38 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:Alex Shea was speeding along in a car, in fact, he was actually breaking the speed limit. He was to meet his roommate at a cafe in downtown, and he was roughly 5 minutes late, The crowds of people trying to get somewhere and meet someone were immensly slowing him down, plus at one point he got stuck behind a bus. Eventually, however, he made it to the cafe, where he pulled in the parking lot and turned the car off. He stepped out of the car, and walked over to a table where a man was fiddling with an amulet and reading the want ads.
"I haven't slept in 5 days. Are you Spencer? Cause you look like Spencer."

"If you mean Spencer Rushmore, then yes." He nodded, focusing his attention on the disheveled and hurried man. "You're Alex Shea?"

"Indeed. Sorry if I look homeless. I was living in a hotel, and all I do is program and drink coffee. "
This was in response to the assumed look of concern on Spencer's face. Alex knew he didn't look the best. He hasn't looked his best since college. Alex sat down.
"Don't worry about buying me a drink, I get enough money already through crowd funding."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:40 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:
Danceria wrote:"If you mean Spencer Rushmore, then yes." He nodded, focusing his attention on the disheveled and hurried man. "You're Alex Shea?"

"Indeed. Sorry if I look homeless. I was living in a hotel, and all I do is program and drink coffee. "
This was in response to the assumed look of concern on Spencer's face. Alex knew he didn't look the best. He hasn't looked his best since college. Alex sat down.
"Don't worry about buying me a drink, I get enough money already through crowd funding."

"Programming huh?" Spencer smirked, his interest piqued. "And crowdfunding, so you can make your own games, music, or what?"

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:43 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:"Indeed. Sorry if I look homeless. I was living in a hotel, and all I do is program and drink coffee. "
This was in response to the assumed look of concern on Spencer's face. Alex knew he didn't look the best. He hasn't looked his best since college. Alex sat down.
"Don't worry about buying me a drink, I get enough money already through crowd funding."

"Programming huh?" Spencer smirked, his interest piqued. "And crowdfunding, so you can make your own games, music, or what?"

"I am making my own operating system. It's a one man job. From scratch. Using C++. Do you understand why I have no sleep now?"

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:45 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:
Danceria wrote:"Programming huh?" Spencer smirked, his interest piqued. "And crowdfunding, so you can make your own games, music, or what?"

"I am making my own operating system. It's a one man job. From scratch. Using C++. Do you understand why I have no sleep now?"

Truth be told, Spencer did not. He was never tech savvy, but he knew a few people in Betaton who coded all night. Empathizing with the efforts, he nodded. "I take it you do this for a living?"

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:59 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:"I am making my own operating system. It's a one man job. From scratch. Using C++. Do you understand why I have no sleep now?"

Truth be told, Spencer did not. He was never tech savvy, but he knew a few people in Betaton who coded all night. Empathizing with the efforts, he nodded. "I take it you do this for a living?"

"Indeed. Maybe all that other stuff when this project is finished. Maybe. Assuming it doesn't kill me. Back at La Fiesta Tech, they made programming sound so wonderful, and now I live on coffee and get no sleep."
Alex began leaning back in his chair. Eventually, a member of the waiting staff came over and asked what he wanted. Alex would order a mocha cappuccino, with cream and sugar.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:02 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:
Danceria wrote:Truth be told, Spencer did not. He was never tech savvy, but he knew a few people in Betaton who coded all night. Empathizing with the efforts, he nodded. "I take it you do this for a living?"

"Indeed. Maybe all that other stuff when this project is finished. Maybe. Assuming it doesn't kill me. Back at La Fiesta Tech, they made programming sound so wonderful, and now I live on coffee and get no sleep."
Alex began leaning back in his chair. Eventually, a member of the waiting staff came over and asked what he wanted. Alex would order a mocha cappuccino, with cream and sugar.

"I'll be sure to buy coffee beans in bulk then." he chuckled, "That project...I assume it's just for chucks and giggles, or do you get contracted to do some programming?"

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:19 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:"Indeed. Maybe all that other stuff when this project is finished. Maybe. Assuming it doesn't kill me. Back at La Fiesta Tech, they made programming sound so wonderful, and now I live on coffee and get no sleep."
Alex began leaning back in his chair. Eventually, a member of the waiting staff came over and asked what he wanted. Alex would order a mocha cappuccino, with cream and sugar.

"I'll be sure to buy coffee beans in bulk then." he chuckled, "That project...I assume it's just for chucks and giggles, or do you get contracted to do some programming?"

"Started as a joke, now it's a contract to my backers. So, uh, what do you do for a living? If anything at all, that is."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:20 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:
Danceria wrote:"I'll be sure to buy coffee beans in bulk then." he chuckled, "That project...I assume it's just for chucks and giggles, or do you get contracted to do some programming?"

"Started as a joke, now it's a contract to my backers. So, uh, what do you do for a living? If anything at all, that is."

"In between jobs at the moment." He sipped his tea mildly. "Worked at a warehouse, thinking about getting a job at a bar."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:24 pm
by Boejoe
"Dad. Where is this new home?" Clinton said. "Were almost there." Tyler said. Tyler had recently bought a plot of land in moonlight falls. This is where he built the boyers new home. This home was a huge, kind of rustic, kind of modern, styled, mansion. They were driving to the new home and they were also listening to jazz music in the limo. they were near the center of the town. The mansion was a bit further out. 2 minutes later, they had arrived. "Here it is" Tyler said. "Cool! This place is big!" Clinton said as he was unbuckling Amy and helping her out of the car. "And the area should be fun to live in. I here that tons of supernatural activity happens here" Tyler said. "Come inside and I'll show you what it looks like. Me and mom designed it." Tyler said to clinton. When they went in, there was a huge foyer. With columns and rooms on the sides. There was a nice gourmet kitchen, and 10 bedrooms. There were also 11.5 bathrooms and a nice, huge living room. There was a big finished basement and there was a big loft (in this case, pretty much a finished attic). There were game rooms, another living room, a bar, media rooms, a storage room, tons of closets, 4 garages, a trophy room, an office, some other kind of rooms, Etc. This is only part of it. There was also a huge backyard and a pool.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:29 pm
by Nuridia
"Alright ladies, let's rock and roll! We're not going to be late this year!"

Adrian Teagan was standing at the bottom of the stairs of his family home, flicking his wand at the lights to turn them on. After a short time the thunder of footsteps could be heard as five girls came down the stairs, each grabbing their backpacks that were lined up on the wall by the doors. Three blondes, a redhead and a black haired young girl, all of them were witches just like their parents were. Well..parent now ever since their mother's accident. Adrian has been taking care of them by himself, and even though he dearly loved his daughters he had to admit it was a challenge. Pushing his glasses onto his nose, the wizard levitated lunchboxes over to each of the girls. "Alright, Arsinoe." the oldest girl plucked hers out of mid-air.

"Next up, Annie. Arya, Amelie and Arany. Got everything gang? Spellbooks, history homework, newt's eyes?" he asked them. "Yes Dad." they chorused together. "Alright, now get going. You don't want to miss your bus." Each girl stopped to give him a hug as they headed out to catch their bus to Everglow Academy. The redhead, Anne nearly tackled her father as she gave him a bear hug. "You'll be coming to my game, right Daddy?" she asked.

"Of course I will, no way am I going to miss the Red Dread in action." he smiled somewhat sadly. Of all the girls, Anne looked the most like Rose. He missed her so much, they all did. But he had to be strong for his girls, he couldn't fall apart now. The bus' horn honked loudly again. "Gotta jet, bye Dad." Anne kissed him on the cheek before hurrying after her sisters. "Bye Annie." As the bus pulled off, all five girls waved to Adrian from the windows, and he waved back until they finally pulled out of sight. "Well, there they go." he said as he walked back into the house. A painting of a beautiful red-haired witch with copper brown eyes hung on their wall, dressed in traditional garb. "Rosie...it was so much easier with you here."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:33 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:"Started as a joke, now it's a contract to my backers. So, uh, what do you do for a living? If anything at all, that is."

"In between jobs at the moment." He sipped his tea mildly. "Worked at a warehouse, thinking about getting a job at a bar."

When Alex's coffee was brought out, he began gulping it down like he breathed coffee. In several minutes, the coffee would be completely gone.
"Why do you have an amulet? Some supernatural thing? My mother was a witch, if that counts."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:42 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:
Danceria wrote:"In between jobs at the moment." He sipped his tea mildly. "Worked at a warehouse, thinking about getting a job at a bar."

When Alex's coffee was brought out, he began gulping it down like he breathed coffee. In several minutes, the coffee would be completely gone.
"Why do you have an amulet? Some supernatural thing? My mother was a witch, if that counts."

"I can't tell if you're joking or not." Spencer chuckled "But yes, it is a bit of a good luck charm. Helps me...keep my head in otherwise stressful situations."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:46 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:When Alex's coffee was brought out, he began gulping it down like he breathed coffee. In several minutes, the coffee would be completely gone.
"Why do you have an amulet? Some supernatural thing? My mother was a witch, if that counts."

"I can't tell if you're joking or not." Spencer chuckled "But yes, it is a bit of a good luck charm. Helps me...keep my head in otherwise stressful situations."

"No, my mother was a witch, with all the magic shit and the witch hunts. Like, what are you, a vampire or something? I met a vampire in college, and dated her. We broke up because of her blood fetish. I should have seen that coming, in hindsight."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:48 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:
Danceria wrote:"I can't tell if you're joking or not." Spencer chuckled "But yes, it is a bit of a good luck charm. Helps me...keep my head in otherwise stressful situations."

"No, my mother was a witch, with all the magic shit and the witch hunts. Like, what are you, a vampire or something? I met a vampire in college, and dated her. We broke up because of her blood fetish. I should have seen that coming, in hindsight."

The man laughed, unexpectedly. "Lycan. Or werewolf. Amulent helps me not be as feral during the full moon. Don't think you'd want to wake up in the middle of the night with me gnawing on your nightstand."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:52 pm
by Boejoe
The Boyers were done moving there stuff into their house. Clinton wasn't gonna go to school today but tyler was gonna go with clinton to the elementary school and get clinton put in the school. "Lets go" tyler said. Then they got back into the limo and they went through the town, to the school.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:55 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:"No, my mother was a witch, with all the magic shit and the witch hunts. Like, what are you, a vampire or something? I met a vampire in college, and dated her. We broke up because of her blood fetish. I should have seen that coming, in hindsight."

The man laughed, unexpectedly. "Lycan. Or werewolf. Amulent helps me not be as feral during the full moon. Don't think you'd want to wake up in the middle of the night with me gnawing on your nightstand."

"You said as feral. I think I'll keep my shoes high up. Anyway, uh, I need to move stuff in."
Alex stood up and put his chair in the table. He produced some money from his back packet, and put it on the table. 15% tip.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 7:58 pm
by Danceria
The Danish Confederacy wrote:
Danceria wrote:The man laughed, unexpectedly. "Lycan. Or werewolf. Amulent helps me not be as feral during the full moon. Don't think you'd want to wake up in the middle of the night with me gnawing on your nightstand."

"You said as feral. I think I'll keep my shoes high up. Anyway, uh, I need to move stuff in."
Alex stood up and put his chair in the table. He produced some money from his back packet, and put it on the table. 15% tip.

"Relax, when it happens, I'll be far away from the house. So you can rest assured, your shoes and your socks will be intact...barring any shedding." he chuckled. Spencer had a feeling that he and Alex were going to get along. "You need any help? I already moved my stuff in."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 8:01 pm
by Nuridia
Boejoe wrote:The Boyers were done moving there stuff into their house. Clinton wasn't gonna go to school today but tyler was gonna go with clinton to the elementary school and get clinton put in the school. "Lets go" tyler said. Then they got back into the limo and they went through the town, to the school.

"Hey look Mel, there's a limo outside!" Arany whispered to her sister. The eleven year old looked up from her classwork, pulling a black pigtail behind her ear and looked out of the classroom window her sister had gestured to. The two girls' blue eyes, their father's eyes, widened in awe as an elegant limousine pulled up to the front of their school. "Looks expensive. Their family must be super loaded." Arany whispered lowly. "Yeah. You think it's the van Goulds?" Amelie whispered back. Arany shook her head. "Nah, they wouldn't be out in the daylight."

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 8:13 pm
by Boejoe
The limo pulled up to the school. Tyler and clinton got out and then walked into the school. "I just thought, maybe I might be able to get you into the school today." Tyler said as they walked to the schools office. Then they opened the office door and asked for the principal so they could put clinton into the school.

PostPosted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 8:28 pm
by The Danish Confederacy
Danceria wrote:
The Danish Confederacy wrote:"You said as feral. I think I'll keep my shoes high up. Anyway, uh, I need to move stuff in."
Alex stood up and put his chair in the table. He produced some money from his back packet, and put it on the table. 15% tip.

"Relax, when it happens, I'll be far away from the house. So you can rest assured, your shoes and your socks will be intact...barring any shedding." he chuckled. Spencer had a feeling that he and Alex were going to get along. "You need any help? I already moved my stuff in."

"All I have is a computer, some clothes, and copious amounts of cappuccino mix. But sure, considering the principal of divide and conquer. Do you need a lift, or are you good?"
Alex ran his hand through his hair absent-mindedly. He was feeling better, now with some coffee in his system, but he still needed a years worth of rest.