the white legacy - generation 9, college (part 2)

The Nerdiest Nerd That Has Ever NerdedThe White Legacy:Generation Nine, College (Part Two)

otherwise known asThe White Legacy:Generation Nine, College (Part Two)

THE LAST COLLEGE CHAPTER EVERThe White Legacy:Generation Nine, College (Part Two)

Bay: “I saw Arc go in, and that’s when I called Aunt Arie. And then when all those vampires came out of the shed, I ran. I, I should have stayed. There had to have been something I could’ve done.”

Arie: “Spike and Fen are dead, and so is everyone else who went to that dinner. Really, we’re lucky we still have an heiress.”

Saffron: “…excuse me.”

Bay: “Y-you okay, Saffron?”

Saffron: “Keep going. I just, I need a minute.”

Clary: “I don’t get it.”

Kevin: “What, Clary?”

Clary: “Bay, how did you even know not to go in there? And then you went and hid in the bushes? How does that make any sense at all?”

Bay: “I… don’t know. It was just a feeling.”

Clary: “Seriously? A feeling?”

June: “Shut up, Clary.”

Clary: “No, I want to hear more about this! Tell me about this feeling of yours, Bay, and how it let Fen and Spike go in there alone!”

Lara: “Okay, that’s enough. We’re all tired. Let’s get some sleep, and we’ll come back and talk more about this in the morning. We can call the pack, too, and let them know what happened. Okay?”

Sun: “ARCTOS WHITE! You’ve hurt MY family for the last time! Get out here and face me!!”

Sun: “What…?”

William: “What’s all the racket about, Count? Were you looking for someone?”

Sun: “What are you doing here? Where’s Arc?”

William: “Arc? Oh, yes. Why don’t you come inside? I extend the invitation to you.”

Sun: “By what right? Since when have you lived here?”

William: “A little after we abandoned the nest, I believe. This place is much more comfortable. Come along.”

Sun: “So, tell me. When did you team up with that scum of the earth? Where is he? Call him down here. Go ahead.”

William: *choke*

Contessa: “Jimmy, my old friend. I would very much appreciate it if you released my number two.”

Sun: “Lisa. So that means the rest of the loathe is around here, too.”

Contessa: “Astute of you.”

Contessa: “Go on, William.”

William: “My pleasure. Count James White, on behalf of Contessa Lisa Sartor and as witnessed by her loathe, I pronounce you a traitor to the loathe, for abandoning us in the midst of battle, interfering with our actions, and continuously aiding and abetting our enemies.”

William: “For these reasons, we sentence you to death by sunrise. Everyone, restrain him.

“By the way, Count. Arc deserted this place ages ago. He said someone might be coming by for a little revenge, though. Glad it was you.”

Sun: “Ouch…”

Sun: “AGH!!”

Sun: “It’s… it’s hot…”

Sun: “It’s… beautiful. I’d forgotten…”

Sun: “Star…”

Epitaph: RIP JAMES WHITERegards, Arc

On the plus side, Sun finally gets to be with Jade, right? …alright, so that’s a pretty measly plus…

Count Jimmy White, better known, of course, as Sun, has been around for a long time. A really long time. As in, he was the fourth generation spouse and we’re now comfortably in the ninth generation, long time. But then, what do you expect of a vampire?

Sun was… awesome. I hardly need to tell you that. After Jade died, he moved out of the main house and worked as a part-time guardian of his descendants. He really deserved better than this.

Sun had four children, six grandchildren, six great-grandchildren, three great-great-grandchildren, and five great-great-great-grandchildren before he died. I counted them up. Later, man.

Saffron: “Oh, hey, Matthew, Priya. I… guess you heard what happened to Spike and Fen, huh.”

Priya: “No. Well, yes. But that’s not why we’re here.”

Matthew: “Saffron… we have some bad news.”

Matthew: “We’re officially declaring this a state of emergency. They’ve managed to take out eight members of your legacy within the last twenty-four hours, including Sun. He was a vampire, for heaven’s sake. Unkillable.”

June: “At least they sent his grave back. We’re still missing Spike, Fen, and everyone else who was at that dinner.”

Clary: “Gee, thanks for that, June. I love to be reminded about how horrible the situation is.”

Matthew: “Arc and these vampires are obviously getting desperate to end this legacy before it finishes, and are stepping up their game. That makes all of you—”

June: “Except me.”

Matthew: “—all of you except June at risk. If any of you were to have even a single child, the legacy would be over, and we’ll have won. They’ll be working to prevent that. That is why we, the pack, are going to step in as your bodyguards. There will always be at least two wolves at this house at all times, and we’ll step that up to the full pack when Saffron graduates. They’re not going to hurt any one of you. We’ll see personally to that.”

Bay: “June is in danger.”

June: “Say what now?”

Bay: “She and I are dating. They’re going to see that as a threat.”

Matthew: “You’re dating? When did that happen?”

June: “About, what, three days ago? Keep up with the times. And you call yourself an Alpha.”

Matthew: “Well then, congratulations. We’ll make sure to keep June safe too, then.”

Priya: *muttering* “Great. One more person to keep track of. As if trailing behind three college kids wasn’t going to be hard enough.”

June: “Oi. I heard that.”

Matthew: “Saffron. Are you going to be okay?”

Saffron: *sniff* “Yes. I’m fine. I just need a sec.”

Clary: “Seriously, she gets one piece of bad news and she bursts into tears. And we’re counting on her to see this all to the end?”

Bay: “Clary. Seriously. Not cool.”

Clary: “Ooh, would you look at that face. Is the poor, sheltered little kitten going to growl at me? Poor kitty, she had to leave the room last night when she got a bit of bad news, and then she couldn’t handle a little more this morning. What’s she going to do when something really bad happens, huh?”

Bay: “Clary. Leave her alone.”

Clary: “No. I want to know. What are you going to do when Arc comes after you, Saffron? Cry? Say that you need a minute and go lock yourself in your bedroom? I don’t think you can handle this.”

Saffron: “I am not going to sit around and be protected. I am going to fight. Excuse me for having a heart and being upset when my brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents die in my place.”

Saffron: “I used to look up to you.”

Bay: “Saffron, can we talk?”

Saffron: “No. Go away.”

Bay: “Sorry, I don’t believe in leaving my siblings alone when they’re hurting. Besides, I don’t know where ‘away’ is.”

Saffron: “Dangit, Bay! Sometimes when you’re hurting, you just want to be alone! Give me some space! Gosh!”

Bay: “…”

Saffron: “…”

Bay: “You know, Clary didn’t really mean what she said. She’s just upset, and you know she’s always been blunt. Teasing is how she shows affection.”

Saffron: “Yeah, I know. But it cuts really deep when she’s right.”

Bay: “She wasn’t right, Saffron. You make for an excellent heiress. It’s not your fault that you happened to be born at the end, when everything hits the fan, so to speak. And you did not cause anyone’s death.”

Saffron: “Grandma.”

Bay: “That was her choice, not yours.”

Saffron: “If I hadn’t died, she wouldn’t have had to trade herself for me. It is my fault. And besides, I was supposed to be at that dinner. It was just luck that Aunt Arie happened to come pull me off a different direction that night. It should’ve been me back there.”

Bay: “Speaking of, how did it go last night?”

Saffron: “Eh, we didn’t get very far. Aunt Arie shoved me in a taxi, and on the way downtown, I told her exactly what I thought about her meddling in my love life. You called in the middle of that debate, and we turned around and came back.”

Bay: “You know, I’d wondered about her taking off on a manhunt when she was already dating someone.”

Saffron: “She is. She was just being intrusive.”

June: “Get in there and tell her what you told me, or I’ll pop you one!”

Clary: “Ouch!!”

Door: *SLAM*

Saffron: “What do you want?”

Clary: “Er… uh… sorry… Saffron…”

June: “NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!”

Clary: “Look, my one and only true talent is yelling and making a mess of things. I was mad that I didn’t get to be heiress, and angry that Arc killed my brothers, and projected all of that onto you. I’m sorry, okay? I want to be there with you for the rest of this legacy, because I… I, uh…”

June: “FINISH IT!!”

Clary: “Because I love you, okay!?”

Clary: “HAPPY NOW, JUNE!?”

June: “You are forgiven. I’m off to eat lunch.”

Saffron: “Love you too, Clary. Wow, I never thought I would ever hear you say the word ‘sorry’!”

Clary: “Meh. Don’t expect to hear it ever again. I’ve got a reputation to keep up.”

Saffron: “You should know, you’re not entirely to blame. You were a hundred percent right. I’ve done nothing but cry this whole time.”

Clary: “Shut up and give me a hug.”

Bay: “So, what now? We’re all friends again, but Spike, Fen, and Grandpa Sun are still gone, and Arc and a loathe of vampires are still out there looking for our blood. What do we do?”

Saffron: “Now? We keep living. We let the pack protect us, and we don’t do anything stupid. Revenge can wait until after the legacy is over.”

Clary: “Some battle plan.”

Saffron: “I want to see Grandma Snow’s legacy come to a successful finish. We can’t do that if we’re dead.”

Bay: “Do you realize how close we are to done!? This is amazing!”

Saffron: “And that is exactly why we’re going to play this safe, and everybody’s going to move in with me when we’re graduated to make sure we all stay protected. Sound good, everybody?”

Bay: “Right!”

Clary: “I am never high-fiving anyone ever again.”

Saffron: “Understood.”

In memorial of Peppermint Hoffman, Oscar Hoffman, Nix Hoffman, Laurel Ross, Adam Ross, Spikenard White, Fennel White, and Sun White, who died for all of us. We love you.

June: “So is that it, then? Are we free to go?”

Clary: “Sensitive of you.”

June: “Sorry, but I’ve got a date, which I am not missing for anything in the world.”

Saffron: “A date, huh? Where’re you going to go?”

June: “I dunno, he hasn’t told me yet. But it’s going to be fantastic. I don’t deserve anything less.”

June: “Well, I have to admit Bay, this isn’t exactly what I had pictured when you said, ‘let’s eat a fancy dinner together, just the two of us.’”

Bay: “Hey, this is an amazingly fancy dinner. Look. Salmon. I made it myself.”

Julien: “Ahem.”

Bay: “Alright, so I had a little bit of help.”

June: “Is it too much to ask for just a little privacy? Nobody’s attacked us yet. And besides, what makes you think a loathe of vampires is going to jump through the windows in the middle of the day?”

Julien: “Don’t mind me. I’m just reading. You’ll never even notice I’m here.”

June: “…”

Bay: “…”

June: “…alright, so this is just a little awkward.”

Bay: “Oh, good. I’m glad I’m not the only one to think so.”

June: “Do you really think we could make a relationship work on bolts alone? I mean, we have three, but…”

Bay: “Well, my grandparents did pretty well at it.”

June: “Which ones were they? There’s been so many of you through here, I’ve lost track.”

Bay: “Rose and Lewis?”

June: “Oooh yeah. Rose and Lewis. They were perfect for each other, the nerds.”

Bay: “You know, he was a professor, so I guess that automatically makes him a bit nerdy, and he had that thing about grilled cheese and crazy clothes. But what about her? She was smart and all, but I never thought of her as a nerd.”

June: “You’re kidding me, right? I thought you grew up around Rose. All those creepy nice point smiles, and the grinning, and the almost-passive aggressive compliments. She was, like, the nerdiest nerd that has ever nerded.”

Bay: “As opposed to you, the nigh-immortal placeholder who uses snarks at everyone just to snark, regardless of whether she actually believes what she’s saying? That seems like a pretty nerdy nerd thing to me. Hm. A very pretty nerdy nerd, in fact.”

June: “Oh, shut up.”

Bay: *innocent* “Shut what up?”

June: “…”

Bay: “Penny for your thoughts.”

June: “You’re only willing to spend a penny, huh?”

Bay: “It’s what I’ve got in my pocket right now.”

June: “Alright, then. Let’s give this a try. But only if I get that penny.”

Bay: “Deal.”

June: “And also a free meal now and then.”

Bay: “Hey now, we already agreed to a deal! No fair changing it!”

Bay: “Here, try a cucumber. It’s pretty great, for a vegetable.”

Julien: {They like my food.} *grin*

June: “Mm, that is good! What’d you put on it?”

Bay: “Love. Lots and lots of love.”

June: “In other words, Julien made it and you have no idea what he did to it.”

Bay: “Right.”

Bay: “Are you sure you have to graduate tomorrow?”

June: “Yes, I am more than sure. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for it. My question is, do you really think the university is going to kick me out tomorrow?”

Bay: “They can kick all they want, but I’m not letting you go until I’m good and ready. Which will probably be in about… three years, at which point I’ll have graduated and we can deal with the university and their kicking boots together.”

Clary: “Gross. They’re in the mushy stage.”

Time to kick off the graduation party! So? What’re the big plans you were so adamant on making, Clary? What are we going to see at this big graduation party?

Clary: “June in a graduation gown.”

June: “I look amazing.”

Saffron: “They got interrupted in the middle of party planning, and besides, they couldn’t agree on anything. They ended up deciding on party poppers and a video game tournament.”

Which, by the way, Matthew is dominating at.

Clary: “He is not.”

Matthew: “I so am.”

Blizzard: {He so is.}

Wow, Lara’s got style.

Lara: “I’m classy. I carefully refined my style into class over a lifetime of work.”

June: “I think Bay gets an A+ in hula. But I might be biased.”

Arie: “You’re definitely biased.”

Saffron: *OMNOMNOM*

Bay: “I love you, June.”

June: “Your thigh’s stuck in the table. I guess I love you anyway.”

Hey. No fair going to bed in the middle of your own party just so you can grow up in your pajamas, Clary.

Clary: “Heh heh heh. I win.”

Ha. I got a picture of your transition outfit anyway.

Clary: “The universe conspires against me.”

Oh, I don’t know. It’s not that bad.

Clary: “Not the point.”

Don’t worry, we’ll get you changed back into your proper outfit soon enough. Now, about June…

How very disappointing. That almost suits her, even.

June: “Ha. If only it were pink or purple.”

Saffron: “Bye! I expect BOTH of you to be at legacy estate when Bay and I get there, you hear me!?”

June: “Yeah, yeah, we hear you. Bye.”

Bay: “Hey, Priya? Do you happen to know how to go about making an omelette?”

Priya: “It can’t be that hard. Eggs, peppers, and cheese in a pan.”

Bay: “Um… maybe I’ll call Julien. This doesn’t look like the pictures.”

Saffron: *sniff* “Is something burning? Bay?”

Saffron: “BAAAAAAAY!!”

Sanjay: “Saffron! Priya! Get out of there!”

Priya: “HE LEFT HIS OMELETTE ON THE OVEN!! FIRE!! FIIIIIRE!!”

*so glad there’s a fire alarm installed in the kitchen*

Saffron: “Thank you thank you thank you! Sorry you had to come out here, my brother’s an idiot.”

Fireman: “I’ve got a few of those myself, don’t worry. Er, idiot brothers, I mean. I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

Saffron: “Say, would you like to go out sometime?”

Connor: “I sure would!”

Saffron: “How about now?”

Connor: “Great!”

Saffron: “So Connor, what do you like to do?”

Connor: “Well, I’m a fireman. I fight. Fires, I mean. You’d be surprised how many fires get started by people’s ovens. One of my co-workers is lobbying to ban ovens entirely from homes.”

Saffron: “That seems a bit extreme.”

Connor: “Dying by fire isn’t the greatest way to go, you know? He just wants to prevent it from happening anymore.”

Saffron: “I have to admit, Connor, this has been a pretty great day. You’re really cool.”

Bay: “Pretty impressive that he’s cool, since he fights fires for a living!”

Saffron: “Shut up, Bay!”

Bay: “Love you too, sis!”

Connor: “Not that I mind, but remind me why we have an audience?”

Saffron: “Oh, it’s okay. I’m in a… bit of a unique circumstance, and it’s best that we’re not really, truly alone.”

Connor: “Really? Would it be intruding if I asked what about? Um, about these ‘unique circumstances,’ I mean.”

June: “Well, that relationship is progressing awfully quickly.”

Bay: “And ours didn’t? I seem to remember this jolt of electricity when I saw you, and then suddenly we were dating.”

June: “Yep. Pretty impressive, wasn’t it? Not that I was all that impressed at first.”

Bay: “Sure you were. I have this incredible roguish demeanor that drew you straight to me. And then there was your fiery good looks. I almost burned myself on you first time we kissed.”

June: “Yep, here we go.”

Bay: “What?”

June: “3…2…1…”

June: “First kiss, right there.”

Bay: “Gross. What’s he doing kissing my sister?”

June: “Sorry to break it to you, but being heiress entails more than just kissing.”

Bay: “What a jerk. She could do better.”

Saffron: “Thanks for the assessment, guys. I think I’m doing just fine on my own.”

Bay: “Anytime.”

June: “Our pleasure.”

Bay: “So, June. You know I’m just about ready to graduate.”

June: “Yup. And that was the fastest two years ever lived, I’m sure of it.”

Bay: “Well, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Connor: “Really? You want me?”

Saffron: “Sure! I mean, you didn’t freak out when I told you about all the people trying to kill me, and you still wanted to date me. I take that as a pretty good sign. Besides, I’m running out of time in picking a husband, and you’re the greatest guy I’ve ever met, Connor.”

Connor: “Well, I have to admit that’s not terribly romantic, but…”

June: “I can’t believe it! I’m joining the legacy! I’m joining the legacy! After all these years I’ve spent snarking at it!”

Bay: “Is that okay?”

June: “YES!! I love you, Bay!!”

Bay: “Love you too, June.”

Saffron: “Thank you, Connor. You’re awesome.”

Connor: “You’re pretty awesome yourself.”

June: “So, when shall we tie the knot? Before the legacy is over? After? Right now?”

Saffron: “Let’s make it a double ceremony. No one gets left behind.”

Bay: “Alright, but we’re putting off kids until you’ve had your first, Saffron. We don’t need to upstage you.”

June: “Whaaaaat? We have to wait for kidlets? Lame.”

Saffron: “I’ll see you tomorrow for the graduation party, right?”

Connor: “Bright and early! I wouldn’t miss it!”

Priya: “P-U, that stinks. How many are there, honey?”

Sanjay: “I count three.”

Priya: “That’s not very many. None of them have invites inside, right?”

Sanjay: “I don’t think so.”

Priya: “Stay sharp anyway. I’ll take the front door; you guard the back, and keep an ear out for any window breaking. They shouldn’t be able to get in, but let’s not take chances.”

Fricorith: “Gross. I smell werewolves in there. How many do you think, Romi?”

Romi: “At least one. Though, I’m pretty sure there’s at least two scents in there. Will, did you ever get the invite in there?”

William: “No. If I’d had that foresight, this legacy would’ve been ours long ago.”

Romi: “So then what now? Did we bring any bait to lure them out with?”

Fricorith: “This is maddening. They’re so close, but we can’t even cross the threshold!”

William: “That’s not our purpose tonight. We’re only here to test defenses, and see what we can do to—”

Romi: “Whoa!”

William: “What is this!?”

Fricorith: “Gross. Vegetables.”

William: “You! What do you think you’re doing!?”

Azolla: “We are Protecting our Own. You and Yours are not Welcome here. Find somewhere Else to Haunt, and Leave our podlings Be.”

Azolla: “Off you Go, then. Remember, We will be Watching you. Pass that on to your Contessa. We don’t take kindly to the Murder of our Allies.”

Priya: “Who are you? And what did you just do? You scared off three vampires!”

Saffron: “What’s going on!? I heard voices! And what happened to our walkway? It’s totally broken up…”

Priya: “Saffron! Go back inside!”

Azolla: “You have never Met us, but We are the Greenman Plantsim Tribe. I am Azolla, Tribe Elder. The Portents have finally said that the Matters of Great Importance for which we Came to this Neighborhood are upon us. We, Saffron White, are here to Help. We will await you at your Ancestral Home.”

Saffron: “Um… thanks.”

You see this? You know what this is?

Arie: “A majestic second generation spare?”

Well, that too. This is the ninth generation heir… in a graduation gown.

SimMe: “Boo-yah!!”

Take it away, Lara!

Lara: “No more college! No more college! OOH OOH OOH!!”

Bay: “Hey Aunt Arie. You like small, furry animals, right?”

Arie: “Right.”

Blizzard: {Here it comes.}

Bay: “Would you mind taking Blizzard for us? Nobody’s going to be coming back here after we leave, and we don’t want him to die of starvation.”

Arie: “Absolutely! I would LOVE to take the little guy! You know, Cygnus bought him the generation after I lived here, so I never actually got to spend time with him. I’d LOVE to get my turn with Blizzard!”

Blizzard: {My heavens, I’ve been traded!}

Bay: “Thanks a lot, Aunt Arie. We really appreciate it.”

Blizzard: {Dumb sims.}

June: “HA! You look SO dorky without your fireman’s outfit! No wonder you and Saffron get along so well; both your mouths are, like, HUGE!”

Connor: “It makes for some great kissing.”

June: “Trust me pal, Bay and I wrote the book on great kissing. You can’t even compete.”

Bay? Come distract your fiancee from your soon-to-be brother-in-law. And also raise the party score, please and thank you. I want the legacy’s LAST GRADUATION PARTY EVER to be a roof raiser, thank you very much!

Saffron: “Who invited the llama mascot, again?”

Couples’ dance! Yay!

No, I really don’t have any more of a creative caption for this picture than that.

Here we go! Let’s see the damage, Saffron!

Laaaaame. What’s the deal with my sims and passable transition outfits? I want to laugh, gosh dangit!

Saffron: “I… feel sort of melancholy all of a sudden.”

Yeah… well, there goes Saffron. Since she threw the party, she moves out first, and then Bay gets to cover some last-minute preparations before making the phone call to follow her.

Like cleaning up after the party…

…turning off the radio (for the first time in probably seven or eight generations)…

…and then, finally, shutting down George.

Nice of Hyde to coordinate the TV and radio remote to also work on robots. Then again, I’m not really surprised.

You know, that feels kind of final.

Heh, the sun set before he finally finished washing everything down.

Bay: “Remind me why the one with zero neat points had to be the one to stay behind to clean?”

Prerogative of being the youngest, and also the spare. Take it up with Saffron.

Actually, you know, that feels final.

I am far too sentimental.

A suit. Well, I can chuckle at that, at least, but it’s not ill-matching or wildly inappropriate. Why, game? Why must you torment me with good transition outfits?

And off he goes. Goodbye, Bay.

Bay: “Goodbye? Aren’t you coming, Author?”

I’ll catch up. Get on home; I don’t like you being out alone in the dark.

*sigh* Goodbye, greek house.