But What They’re Sayin’

Love you so much. Can’t count all the ways, I’d die for you girl. And all they can say is “He’s not your kind.”

Seryl 10th, 1513 – Carico Estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion

“Vivi?” The only response to his inquiry was his sister slamming the library door. Severus sighed. He was beginning to think there was something seriously wrong with Vivi. Most of the time she was her usual smart, funny self–until their brother sent a letter, then she turned into this raging ball of angst and moped and pouted for days on end. No door was ever safe when she was in this mood. And being around the FitzChivalrys, or rather around Caroline, exacerbated it to almost dangerous levels.

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Climbing The Walls Gets Me Nowhere

It’s easier to lie to me than to yourself. Forget about your friends, you know they’re going to say we’re bad for each other, but we ain’t good for anyone else.

Seryl 10th, 1513 – Carico Estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion


“You should go over and talk to him, Caroline.” Marianne’s cousin, Babette said from her place on one of the settees in the lounge.

“It doesn’t do for a lady to be so bold, Babette.” Caroline demurred, fluffing her hair like a ninny. “Besides, it’s just plain rude to interrupt.”

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Even the Losers

Two cars park on the overpass, rocks hit the water like broken glass. I shoulda known right then it was too good to last, God, it’s such a drag to have to live in the past.

Seryl 10th, 1513 – Carico Estate, Lothianshire, Albion

“If you don’t mind my saying… you are an idiot, brother dear. I love you. But you’re an idiot.” A voice whispered in Josh’s ear, causing him to jump and almost slam the library door.


Being a year older certainly hadn’t softened his sister any. Well, with Bet, he supposed that was only to be expected. He was a thin cover of fragile marble laid over a marshmallow center, Elizabet was diamond from the core out, only her physical appearance usually granted her any softness at all.

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Site News: This game…

So, last weekend I ended up having a crashing problem (due, most likely, to too many polys on the Carico lot.) I fixed that (by splitting the Carico’s yard off onto a separate lot.) Or at least, I think I fixed it. I haven’t actually been able to test this because Monday morning my game crashed and wouldn’t let me in.

After a bit of poking it with a stick, I’ve isolated that it was most likely a corrupted sim file. (Not sure how I corrupted it, but that seems to be the problem.) However it did cause something of a cascading failure in the game. I isolated one problem, got it working then, the next time I would try to do something with the game it would stop working again.

The game is working now and I’m trying to make up the ground I lost. My lots are fine and won’t show much, if any, difference than the last time you saw them. The neighborhood deco itself might change slightly, but it won’t be anything too noticeable, I hope.

On the sims front, I did end up losing some sim sculpts. I was lazy and didn’t get everything backed up before I started having problems.

The sims that are fine:

Darin, Sara-Beth, the Osmonts, the Caricos, the Academy instructors (for those Dustin/Loki fans out there), the Finessas, the FitzChivalrys, and the Coxes.

The sims that I lost:

Marcinak & Leekbee, the brothel workers, the Butchers, the Roses (both branches), and Kevin (sorta. I have a back-up of his sculpt because it’s reused from another project, however I did do a small amount of tweaking to it in CAS so there might be a very subtle difference between him pre-this point and post this point.)

I think I can get something close to the originals on most of them, however on the ones born and breed in game, like Romeo and Elias, may look vastly different, I didn’t even note down what skintones they used and I will probably just breed their parents again to get them, so what they look like is really at the whim of the game.

It isn’t all bad or semi-bad news, though. I will be back on Tuesday with the first part of Elizabet’s birthday party and I am going to try to get enough shot to do three updates this coming week to make up for the fact that I missed three due to my game being out of commission.

Thanks for reading and understanding!

~ Andavri, right-hand Chipmunk of the Demigoddess of Albion.

Gonna Take You There

C’mon y’all! Keep that line flowin’, and lights a’glowin! Yeah right! Feel like we gettin’ close! I hope somebody know where we is, ’cause I’m lost, me!

Tyves 16th, 1513 – River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion

The big iron gate squealed as Anna-Marie pushed against it, sending up a tortured sounding shriek. And of course with the dusk had come a summer storm, which was building up fog like some giant blowing smoke rings. She bit her lip and tried to orient herself. She didn’t come here very often. She didn’t have any reason to.

She knew–at least in daylight–how to get to where Cookie and Ayla were, Darry had brought her a couple of times. And once, just once, Elias had brought her to see his mama. Anna-Marie shivered as a cool breeze made it’s way up her back, or maybe it was the way that same breeze stirred the fog.

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Out There, Somewhere Out There

Last time I talked to you, you were lonely and out of place. You were looking down on me lost out in space We laid underneath the stars, strung out and feeling brave.

Tyves 16th, 1513 – Outskirts of River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion

This is all my fault. Anna-Marie thought as she shoved the door open and spilled herself out into the dying summer sunlight. What if something happened to him? She thought she knew where Elias was, but what if he wasn’t there? She picked up her skirts to run just a little faster. She had to find him!

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Everybody Loves A Clown

Look a little closer, inside I’m dyin’. It’s not easy to be in love, you see, when you’re a clown like me.

Tyves 10th, 1513 – Fitz-Chivalry estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion


“Leo wrote me again.” Caroline fluttered her lashes at Marianne who tried not to cringe. Sunday tea was the worst, being that Sunday was the seventh day, it was Fitz-Chivalry family law that they would all gather for tea. There was no excuse good enough to get out of it, no company to be invited unless said company was staying at the estate with them, which happened about once every blue moon. They were expected to have a couple of cousins come in for Elizabet’s birthday, but that was still a month away.

So today it was just family and it had been and was going to continue to be one of those teas.

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Won’t Say I’m Sorry For The Things I Said

I said “don’t trust him”, baby, now you know. You don’t learn everything there is to know in school.

Tyves 4th, 1513 – Edge of Merchant District, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion


“Finn?” Kevin peered around his easel, eyes narrowed almost to slits before tipping his paintbrush ninety degrees to the side then righting it again. He made a vague noise in the back of his throat before putting his brush back to the canvas. Considering how simple the painting was, well comparatively, it was not wanting to pour out like usual. Or maybe it was just that normally when he was doing a portrait seating, he wanted to get the subject in and out of his studio as quickly as possible.

He wouldn’t care if this one took all week.

“Finn, I know you can hear me. I’m starting to lose feeling in my legs.”

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And I guess I lost my way

Trigger Warning: All of the following are implied in the following post, though none of it is pictured or explicit: Pedophilia, underage prostitution, rape/statutory rape, slavery/sex slavery. Again, not a happy post.

Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

Tyves 1st, 1513 – Carico estate, River Sulis, Lothianshire, Albion


“Bet? What are you doing out here?” Josh asked as he walked down the stairs toward the stables where the two horses he asked to be saddled were waiting for him.

“Are you going somewhere?” Elizabet asked, without answering.

“Do you need me to stay?” He’d figure out some way to do it, if Elizabet were in trouble or having one of those feelings again. He didn’t quite know how, but he would. His “plans” for the evening could go hang, especially as he didn’t want to go at all.

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