1.3 - A Lady of the Evening

Shea sensed that her sister was feeling down, so she forced her into a trip to the local dive bar. She ordered two beers and tried to coax Illdrid into opening up to her.

Illdrid pushed away from the bar, but Shae followed. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to outrun her twin, Illdrid said, “I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t know how to be with these men casually. It burns my heart up.”

Shae giggled a little, “Oh don’t be so melodramatic! You’ve just approached this in the most emotional manner possible. Just step back a bit and think about it all logically. Don’t worry, we’ll get it sorted out.”

Later that night, back at their house, Shae approached Illdrid again. “I’ve got the perfect solution! You can register as a, erh, “Professional.”

Illdrid’s eyes widened in horror. “You want me to WHAT?! No. I’m sick of your crazy scheme to get back to the Realm. If you’d step back from your delusions, you’d realize this place isn’t that bad!”

Shae felt briefly offended before continuing on determinedly, “Hey now, hear me out. It will allow you to have as many partners as you can. When you get pregnant, you won’t even have to tell them it’s their child! Plus…it would bring in some extra money for us. We’re barely getting by with my job alone. Do you want us to starve?”

Illdrid knew deep down that Shae was being really selfish. But she did make a good point about the money. So the following morning, she went to City Hall. An elderly woman sat behind the desk and barely looked at her as she filled out the necessary paperwork.'

“Alright, deary.  Your ad will run in tomorrow’s paper. Good luck,” the woman said on Illdrid’s way out.

She broke down into tears when she got home, immediately regretting what she had just done. But there was no turning back now. She just hoped she could live with herself each morning.

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Woo short chapter! But Illdrid finally has a career. If you can call it that. Since the chapter was so short, here are some pictures from when my town was overrun by Zombies!

Zombie Illdrid wants BRRAAAAIIINNNSSS

Mmm, Shae. Your brains look so tasty!

Yaaaawn. Being a zombie is SOOOOOO boring.

1.2 - Falling from Grace

Or…maybe it wasn’t. He was gone the following morning. Illdrid took a walk to the park to clear her mind, wondering why he had left without saying goodbye. And that’s when she saw him, just standing in a clearing alone. “Why did you leave so suddenly?” she asked. She tried to keep the accusatory tone from entering her voice, but knew she was unsuccessful when she saw the cloud of irritation pass across his face.

“I’m actually late for a meeting,” he replied, eyebrow raised. “We can get together later, if you’d like.” His voice held intimate suggestions for how that get together might go.

Illdrid smiled and decided she had overreacted. She turned to leave, but not before seeing her next door neighbor Lydia Lancaster with her young son. Illdrid decided now was a perfect time to get better acquainted with her neighbor.

“Hey, Lydia! It’s Illdrid, your neighbor. I know we haven’t formally met, but I just wanted to come over and say hi and tell you that your son is just absolutely adorable!”

Lydia smiled politely. “Hello there Illdrid. I’m just here to meet little Ezra’s daddy. He’s been so busy with work, he finally promised us some family time!”

Illdrid was about to inquire about the identity of Ezra’s father when Michael frantically ran over.  Ezra, who had until that very moment been busy eating grass, looked up at the newcomer and shouted “Daddy!”

Illdrid turned scarlet, and unable to contain herself, started shouting at Michael about how she had no interest in being “the other woman.”

She stormed off, grabbed her cell phone and dialed the number of the local winery. “Hello. Yes. I just wanted to make sure you’re open. I need to come buy so many wines.” In the background, she could hear Lydia crying to Michael about how they were supposed to get married some day.

At the winery, Illdrid was escorted to the cellar where all the best wine was kept. “Rough day?” the owner asked.

Illdrid nodded, barely able to contain her tears.

“

Don’t worry. We’ll get you all fixed up!” he said after they introduced themselves. He was Grant Gillespie, owner of the town’s only winery. He held out a glass of wine for her to sample. One glass turned into two turned into four and soon she was pouring her heart out. About her random encounter and how she got her hopes up and thought maybe he had been the one.

“The first one is never THE one,” Grant said as he wrapped his arms around her. She was soft and warm. The hug turned to a kiss and he led her upstairs.

He laid her on the bed and drank from her lips. “Wait here,” he instructed when she stripped down to her undergarments. Her brain felt cloudy and muddled. Everything was spinning.  She knew she shouldn’t be there, doing this. But before she could get up and stumble home, Grant returned and plastered her with kisses. They made love and she called him Michael.

1.1 - Feeling Enchanted

After the stolen crib incident, Shae decided it was time to take matters into her own hands and joined the military career. Law Enforcement would probably have been the more logical option, but she knew the army would make her strong…that’s what all the commercials said, anyway. Regardless, she strolled off to her first day as Latrine Cleaner determined to toughen up, even if it meant spending hours surrounded by smelly…latrines.

Shae was less than impressed with her job and, unfortunately, her boss was less than impressed with her. So she decided to put in some extra hours at the gym in the hopes that her physical performance would improve in time for the next random fitness test.

Meanwhile, Illdrid had taken to creeping around town in the hopes of finding suitable mates. While wandering by the Lacey residence, she heard the welcome sound of lilting guitar strings. She hesitated for only a moment before knocking on the door.

The sound of the guitar stopped and a man came to the door, looking puzzled. “Uh, yes…do I know you?”

Illdrid stammered, “Well no, but the guitar…it was just, so…oh golly. This was a mistake.”

The man practically beamed, “Certainly no mistake! I can recognize a fellow music lover. Come on in; I’ll play some things I’ve been working on for you. I’m Michael, by the way.”

 “Oh well, that would be quite lovely! I’m Illdrid. I’ve been dabbling at music, myself, and I would love to hear you play. Up close and all.” Illdrid blushed. He was quite a handsome man. And she was completely shocked that he would just invite a stranger into his home.

“Up close, eh? I certainly don’t mind being up close to a girl like you,” he whispered huskily as he leaned a little closer. Just as their lips were about to touch, his phone rang. Illdrid stammered that she really ought to head home and practically bolted for the door. She had no idea what had gotten in to her…practically stalking some stranger. He didn’t even know her name and they were about to get it on like a pair of hormonal teenagers!

She hopped in a cab and directed them to her house. She ran inside and was about to collapse into a kitchen chair when the front door opened and Michael strolled in. He walked right up to her and grasped her face between his hands. “I had to follow you,” he said. “You just enchanted me.” Their lips touched.

He grasped her hand. “Where’s your bedroom,” he whispered hurriedly.

“My sister is sleeping in it,” she whispered back, embarrassed.

He didn’t miss a beat. “Then steer me to the bathroom,” he winked.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked before shedding his clothes and jumping into the shower. Illdrid wasn’t so sure she was ready. But she seemed to find him just as irresistible as he found her. Who knew? Maybe it was fate.

1.0 - A Fairy Without Wings is No Fairy At All

Shae walked out of the High Council’s building, her world falling apart. They had discovered her family’s secret – that they were not full born Fae. Luckily, her parent’s had died before they could witness this moment, but she and her sister Illdrid were kicked out and condemned to a life amongst the humans.

Illdrid turned to music for solace in their new home. Her clumsy, human sized fingers strummed the strings of the guitar and she delighted in the sounds it made. Maybe this human thing wouldn’t be too bad.

She also tried her hand at cooking when she discovered that plant nectar was no longer enough to sustain them – and in fact, it didn’t even really taste all that good. She chopped up some vegetables she found in the community garden and hoped for the best.

“Illie, this isn’t half bad!” Shae exclaimed in delight. “Everything else in this horrible world sucks, but I suppose food is something to look forward to! But listen, I have a plan to get back home. If we can just prove that our family line is untainted, they’ll have to take us back!”

“Whoa there, Shae. Hold up one second. There is one tiny problem with your plan. Our family line IS tainted. Papa was a human, and we didn’t inherit mama’s powers. Without powers, there is no way convince the council we are full Fae!”

“Exactly, my dear sister. All we have to do is give birth to a baby with powers. They’ll see that we were just a fluke and they’ll have to readmit us! We HAVE to go home.”

“I don’t see this working…”

“I don’t care. We must try! Promise me you’ll help us get home,” Shae began to tear up.

Illdrid couldn’t bear to see her twin cry and agreed hesitantly.

Illdrid took her promise very seriously and immediately went out to try to find a suitable partner. She arrived and the swankiest club and noticed the two bartenders watching the woman playing piano on stage. She tried to dance with them, but they just ignored her.

Feeling unswayed, she hopped up onstage and began playing bass with the piano player. Unfortunately, this did not have the desired effect and the bartenders wandered back to their appointed positions. Illdrid pouted and wondered to herself, ‘Why doesn’t anyone like me? Do I smell funny? No…no I smell fine. And I think I look pretty okay. All arms and legs, but it’s the best I can do in this form. Maybe my best just isn’t good enough. Shae will be so disappointed with my progress.’

Illdrid sulked over to the bar and sullenly ordered a drink.  Glass in hand, she stared up at the tender and asked, “Mr. Bartender, why don’t you find me appealing.”

He stared off into the distance and smirked a bit, “Listen, honey. You’re not exactly my type. My ah, partner and I – you know, the other bartender – we own this joint.”

Realization sunk in and Illdrid’s eyes widened. “Oh my,” she softly exclaimed with a giggle. “Well, that makes me feel an awful lot better!”

Meanwhile, Shae was at her earth dwelling, feeling sorry for herself while washing the dishes. The funds the council had imparted on them were swiftly dwindling and they had no way to support themselves once it ran out.

She heard the door click open and called out to her sister, “Hey Illie. You could have cleaned up before you left! I don’t enjoy getting all soggy.” Her complaints were met with silence. She turned around in a huff, but her sister wasn’t there. She wandered to their shared room, but no one was there either. The bathroom was empty as well. Only the extra room remained. 

A masked man was standing there. He had shoved the baby’s crib she had just purchased into a large bag and pushed past Shae. As he ran out of the house, she thought she heard him shouting about how they needed nicer stuff.

She threw her hands up in the air and cried for the nursery. Where would her future child sleep now?!

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Well here's my second go at a Random Legacy which will hopefully not end in fiery glitches from SimHell. (As is usually what happens to my game...)  So here is the first generation rolls.
Family Structure: Single with help
Number of children: Five
Primary Career: Military
Secondary Career: Busker (I will be substituting this for the "Professional WooHooer" from Twallan's mod)
Generational Goal: Hobby or Obsession (Since I will not be using busker as my career, the hobby will be music.)
Miscellaneous Fun: Multi-Cultural

So, ah, yea. This is going to be one...CRAZY generation. Now I know, technically, with the single/help roll that the primary person's child(ren) are the only ones eligible to be heirs. However, since this is the first generation, the founders are siblings, and it makes the most sense storywise...I'm having both of them have children and allowing any one of them to become the heir. I know this is breaking the rules, but I'm feeling rebellious! ;-)