Okay, I've got a three way tie between Obsidian (politician storyline), Licorice (police storyline), and Ebony (science storyline). I'm also counting votes coming in from Wordpress. I have no idea what I'm going to do if the tie isn't broken by Tuesday. Flip a coin, maybe.
I vote for Ebony! I think it will be interesting to see what she discovers with her research.
And Ebony edges ahead. I might close down tomorrow night so I can get started on the future home and get my "growing up" pics. Depends on how the voting goes between now and then.
I voted on Wordpress and the kids are so awesome and so many colors, I voted for Jet but I think whoever wins it'll be great
For some reason, your vote didn't show up. I'll just mark it down. I'm working on the plot for the next gen. Almost all of the kids have plots that intertwine each other, so it's just a matter of who I focus on.
Morning bump. So far, Ebony is in the lead by one point. I'm only going to keep this up today so I can get started on the things needed for the next gen as soon as possible.
I was hoping someone with vastly different colors would win, just because it makes rainbowcies more fun. :P
I thought Licorice was going to win, but then everyone came on and voted for Ebony. Her mate is going to be colorful, so may be the next gen?
I hope so! Half the fun of picking an heir is finding one that's really different in color from the previous heir.
Yeah, I know. I already know what color Ebony will marry, so at least the babies will eventually look pretty. I'm making the final fixes to Ebony's new house and getting pictures for the prologue. I think I have only 5 more chapters of Pepper's story to post.
I couldn't believe how great it was to have a family. Pomegranate was the best father I could ever imagine. He was constantly playing with the babies, feeding them, changing them, and overall taking care of them. If I was tired, he didn't mind taking over. When they cried at night, he was willing to get up to help me. It was something I had a feeling my own father didn't do for me.
We couldn't take the babies home right away. After giving birth in Spring's bathroom, I was driven to the hospital so we could get a clean bill of health. The Council had to look over my new little ones, and both Pomegranate and I held our breath as they came to our first born, our son. He had my skin tone, but, luckily, he had my father's eyes and hair. That white peaking through the darkness was a glimmer of hope.
In the end, we named him Obsidian, and our daughter – our rose-colored daughter with her father's hair – we named Sable. For twins, they were as different as night and day.
Obsidian was the fussy one. If we heard the babies crying, it was often started by him. He craved attention and to be held. Obsidian was at his quietest when we sat and rocked in the rocking chair. I think he instinctively knew that the world would not love him as much as we did, and he wanted to store up as much of that love now.
He was not a pure Spoiled Berry. Even as a baby, we could see the white and pale yellow coloring of my father coming through in the few whisps of hair on his tiny head. And he had the most beautiful yellow eyes. I prayed nightly that my dark special boy would be more accepted by society than I had been.
His twin sister, Sable, was the quiet one. She seemed to watch and wait to see what would happen to Obsidian first before joining in on the crying and demanding of attention. I wasn't too sure what to make of it. On one hand, I could picture her as someone who wanted what the other twin had, while on the other, I could picture her as someone who was just quiet and shy. I didn't want to think the worst of either of my children.
“Obsidian might be a leader,” Pomegranate said. “You can just tell as he's the first in everything.”
“First in crying does not a leader make,” I said. I looked down at the baby in my arms. “But it would be nice if he could be a leader. Maybe even the first dark Council member?”
“There's a first time for everything.”
Much to our surprise, the best babysitter we had was my sister. Vanilla, trying to stay out of her house and away from her philandering husband, came over frequently to talk and see the babies. While I thought she'd stay away from Obsidian because of his coloring, she actually took to him the most.
“You just love your Aunti 'Nilla don't you? Yes you do. You are Aunti 'Nilla's special little boy,” she cooed, tickling Obsidian on his pudgy baby tummy. Vanilla's husband, Sunspot, had refused all requests for a divorce, forcing Vanilla to sign the papers alone. It was all in the hands of her lawyers, and she found coming to my house peaceful.
However, our time with our babies was not as peaceful as we would have liked. Things were hard for Pomegranate. His work was doing all it could to make him either quit or leave me. We both knew that if I wasn't in the picture, he'd have an easier time of it. The fact that he stuck by me meant more to me then he'd ever know. I knew it was selfish to want him to pick me over his job, but part of me didn't care. For once, I was important to someone.
Things came to a head finally one Wednesday afternoon when he came home early. My normally calm Pomegranate slammed the front door so hard that it woke the babies. Vanilla and Spring, who were visiting, looked shocked as the babies started to cry. I motioned for them to run upstairs while I talked to Pomegranate. He started to pace the small kitchen area and refused to look at me.
After a muttered curse, he ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the room. "**** them! **** them all! Of all the low-down, useless, trumped up charges! Those cowards!" He kicked at the shirt and tie, but his foot went above the clothe, resulting in another muttered curse.
“What happened? Pom, sweetheart, what's wrong?” All I could think of was that the Council changed their mind on Obsidian.
“It's that school! They...Berry, Pepper, they fired me! They said I was a danger to the students!” Pomegranate slammed his hands on the counter. “What are we going to do?”
“We'll get by, Pom. I promise. I can do more than just paint and take pictures. I'll get a job and work. We'll survive.”
Please, I prayed, may he not be regretting the kids. Please, may he not be regretting me.
Pomegranate sighed, turning to me. “You're right. We'll figure this out. I can fight this. What they did was illegal and immoral. They can't treat us like this!”
“We both know they treat Soileds like this,” I said. “I'm sorry, Pomegranate, but I'm bringing you down.”
He grabbed my arms. “Don't say that, Pepper. You – and our kids – are the best things that ever happened to me. I don't care how many jobs I lose, I don't want to lose you. You're my whole world.”
“What if we can't make ends meet?”
“We'll find a way. You said it yourself. We'll survive.”
And survive we did. By fate or some cruel chance, the next day Pomegranate received a message from the law offices of some uncle he barely remembered. The old man died childless and very rich. He split his wealth among his nieces and nephews, and Pomegranate got a good chunk of money. He put most of it away for our kids' future, but did decide to spend of it on the house.
A larger family needed a larger kitchen. Until the kids were older, we were going to hold off on making any more bedrooms. But the kitchen was a must. It was a tight fit before, but now I needed room for the kids to get underfoot.
We moved the kitchen out and built on the side of the house. It was still colored with my colors. I wasn't allowed to officially put anything of Pomegranate in my house unless we were married, and he had yet to pop the question. I began to wonder if he was ever going to.
Comments
Sable:
Licorice: 2
Ebony: 4
Jet: 2
Ebony Won!
Yay! Someone loves Ebony.
Thanks! Looks like the field is almost even.
Thanks! Now she's tied with Licorice.
And Ebony edges ahead. I might close down tomorrow night so I can get started on the future home and get my "growing up" pics. Depends on how the voting goes between now and then.
For some reason, your vote didn't show up. I'll just mark it down. I'm working on the plot for the next gen. Almost all of the kids have plots that intertwine each other, so it's just a matter of who I focus on.
I'm going to call it for Ebony.
So, next Generation will focus on Ebony!
I thought Licorice was going to win, but then everyone came on and voted for Ebony. Her mate is going to be colorful, so may be the next gen?
Yeah, I know. I already know what color Ebony will marry, so at least the babies will eventually look pretty. I'm making the final fixes to Ebony's new house and getting pictures for the prologue. I think I have only 5 more chapters of Pepper's story to post.
Heir vote
Chapter Seven: A family
I couldn't believe how great it was to have a family. Pomegranate was the best father I could ever imagine. He was constantly playing with the babies, feeding them, changing them, and overall taking care of them. If I was tired, he didn't mind taking over. When they cried at night, he was willing to get up to help me. It was something I had a feeling my own father didn't do for me.
We couldn't take the babies home right away. After giving birth in Spring's bathroom, I was driven to the hospital so we could get a clean bill of health. The Council had to look over my new little ones, and both Pomegranate and I held our breath as they came to our first born, our son. He had my skin tone, but, luckily, he had my father's eyes and hair. That white peaking through the darkness was a glimmer of hope.
In the end, we named him Obsidian, and our daughter – our rose-colored daughter with her father's hair – we named Sable. For twins, they were as different as night and day.
<a href="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7aa-tamarillo.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-514" alt="1.7aa Tamarillo" src="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7aa-tamarillo.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a>
Obsidian was the fussy one. If we heard the babies crying, it was often started by him. He craved attention and to be held. Obsidian was at his quietest when we sat and rocked in the rocking chair. I think he instinctively knew that the world would not love him as much as we did, and he wanted to store up as much of that love now.
He was not a pure Spoiled Berry. Even as a baby, we could see the white and pale yellow coloring of my father coming through in the few whisps of hair on his tiny head. And he had the most beautiful yellow eyes. I prayed nightly that my dark special boy would be more accepted by society than I had been.
<a href="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7ab-desire.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-515" alt="1.7ab Desire" src="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7ab-desire.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a>
His twin sister, Sable, was the quiet one. She seemed to watch and wait to see what would happen to Obsidian first before joining in on the crying and demanding of attention. I wasn't too sure what to make of it. On one hand, I could picture her as someone who wanted what the other twin had, while on the other, I could picture her as someone who was just quiet and shy. I didn't want to think the worst of either of my children.
“Obsidian might be a leader,” Pomegranate said. “You can just tell as he's the first in everything.”
“First in crying does not a leader make,” I said. I looked down at the baby in my arms. “But it would be nice if he could be a leader. Maybe even the first dark Council member?”
“There's a first time for everything.”
Much to our surprise, the best babysitter we had was my sister. Vanilla, trying to stay out of her house and away from her philandering husband, came over frequently to talk and see the babies. While I thought she'd stay away from Obsidian because of his coloring, she actually took to him the most.
“You just love your Aunti 'Nilla don't you? Yes you do. You are Aunti 'Nilla's special little boy,” she cooed, tickling Obsidian on his pudgy baby tummy. Vanilla's husband, Sunspot, had refused all requests for a divorce, forcing Vanilla to sign the papers alone. It was all in the hands of her lawyers, and she found coming to my house peaceful.
However, our time with our babies was not as peaceful as we would have liked. Things were hard for Pomegranate. His work was doing all it could to make him either quit or leave me. We both knew that if I wasn't in the picture, he'd have an easier time of it. The fact that he stuck by me meant more to me then he'd ever know. I knew it was selfish to want him to pick me over his job, but part of me didn't care. For once, I was important to someone.
<a href="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7c-fired.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-516" alt="1.7c fired" src="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7c-fired.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a>
Things came to a head finally one Wednesday afternoon when he came home early. My normally calm Pomegranate slammed the front door so hard that it woke the babies. Vanilla and Spring, who were visiting, looked shocked as the babies started to cry. I motioned for them to run upstairs while I talked to Pomegranate. He started to pace the small kitchen area and refused to look at me.
After a muttered curse, he ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the room. "**** them! **** them all! Of all the low-down, useless, trumped up charges! Those cowards!" He kicked at the shirt and tie, but his foot went above the clothe, resulting in another muttered curse.
“What happened? Pom, sweetheart, what's wrong?” All I could think of was that the Council changed their mind on Obsidian.
“It's that school! They...Berry, Pepper, they fired me! They said I was a danger to the students!” Pomegranate slammed his hands on the counter. “What are we going to do?”
“We'll get by, Pom. I promise. I can do more than just paint and take pictures. I'll get a job and work. We'll survive.”
Please, I prayed, may he not be regretting the kids. Please, may he not be regretting me.
Pomegranate sighed, turning to me. “You're right. We'll figure this out. I can fight this. What they did was illegal and immoral. They can't treat us like this!”
“We both know they treat Soileds like this,” I said. “I'm sorry, Pomegranate, but I'm bringing you down.”
He grabbed my arms. “Don't say that, Pepper. You – and our kids – are the best things that ever happened to me. I don't care how many jobs I lose, I don't want to lose you. You're my whole world.”
“What if we can't make ends meet?”
“We'll find a way. You said it yourself. We'll survive.”
And survive we did. By fate or some cruel chance, the next day Pomegranate received a message from the law offices of some uncle he barely remembered. The old man died childless and very rich. He split his wealth among his nieces and nephews, and Pomegranate got a good chunk of money. He put most of it away for our kids' future, but did decide to spend of it on the house.
<a href="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7d-new-kitchen.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-517" alt="1.7d new kitchen" src="http://steffstarsim3.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/1-7d-new-kitchen.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></a>
A larger family needed a larger kitchen. Until the kids were older, we were going to hold off on making any more bedrooms. But the kitchen was a must. It was a tight fit before, but now I needed room for the kids to get underfoot.
We moved the kitchen out and built on the side of the house. It was still colored with my colors. I wasn't allowed to officially put anything of Pomegranate in my house unless we were married, and he had yet to pop the question. I began to wonder if he was ever going to.