So much the beOer.
I really love them together.
Vespasian: I’ve been meaning to do that for a while, you know.
Alex: I know.
Other people are not so easy to ﬁx up, and require major importa?ons.
This is short for “I needed some more Simselves.”
The main Roman line has always married in Simselves, and we are running
short. LilyAzure, the author of An Apocalypse of Ice, and Ang, the author of
the Devereaux Legacy, were good enough sports to volunteer.
Because everyone wants the chance to have Cassiusspawn, no maOer how
distantly related. It’s every girl’s dream.
RoseFyre, on the leG, writes the Buﬀyverse Apocalypse. Jamie, on the right,
writes the Bohemian Legacy. And both have wriOen genera?ons of the
Boolpropian Round Robin Legacy.
Jamie: Do you think I’ll get my LTW here? Do you?
RoseFyre: Well, let’s put it this way. . .
RoseFyre: If you’re a Family Sim, and you want to get married in, maybe you
should roll something other than Marry Six Children.
Ang: Don’t look at me. Pleasure. We’re no trouble at all.
Hey, it’s Sim Me! I don’t show up to many events anymore, but it’s
Marcus’ party and it’s all lady Simselves!
Cait: Double minus.
RoseFyre: Double minus.
And they’re all ge]ng along beau?fully.
Great, Duodecimus Scopes Room, and it’s the one woman he can’t have.
Cassius: No way.
Flavius: Oh, look, it’s De! Red hands, De! Red hands, and then let’s go
Meet Someone New!
Cassius: I’ll make an excep?on for Dad, because he’s a doof.
This is, of course, an elaborate set up so that Duodecimus can meet an
appropriate girl, and RoseFyre is the one he likes best, no contest.
Which is good, because the others’ lack of interest is appalling.
Television and kicky bag are so much more appealing.
Flavius: And Mee?ng Someone New. Don’t forget that.
Actually, the date ends very nicely, and they have two bolts and like each
other, so that’s one couple oﬀ my hands.
Worthing’s got troubles of his own.
Marcus: You don’t really seem to like being a Romance Sim much. Twenty
Simultaneous Lovers, and you’re not enjoying yourself at all. Why not try
Popularity? It’s almost the same thing.
Worthing: Huh. I’ll give it a try.
Five seconds later—
*10 Best Friends*
Marcus: Don’t men?on it.
Marcus loves giving Pop Sim advice.
And Mee?ng Someone New, of course.
Marcus: Archie Ve?nari? You must be new.
Oh, he already knows a few people.
Lionel Pleasant: Archie!
Don’t look so surprised. Lionel’s Pop, and they have a lot in common.
Lionel: Love the tats.
Archie: Why, thank you, so do I.
Linus Hanby: Yeah, so do I.
Lionel: Takes balls to go shirtless with them, though.
Archie: That is my middle name.
Lionel: Angus, some day you’re going to do that to the wrong person.
Angus: Like who?
Archie: Like me is who. Listen, I will kick your buO right in for the
exercise, so don’t even start with me.
And THAT was Gawaine changing his turnons from something stupid, like
Custom Hair and Charisma?c, to something more reasonable. Not that it
will make much diﬀerence.
Does he have any idea how awesome he is?
Shelby Hanby: I don’t know why I’m thinking about him. It’s not as though
Dusty and Bunthorne also have the same major.
Shelby: Maybe I’ll watch them from another angle.
Dusty: I understand the Hope Diamond is very poorly guarded.
Bunthorne: My God, I love it when you say things like that! Come here.
Kai: Yes, I would like to spend the Secret Society’s money on a full
resurrec?on, please. No, of course she can’t come home with me. It’s a
male fraternity. Don’t be silly.
She wound up moving into Archie Ve?nari’s dorm. No, thank YOU.
At the girls’ house, nothing exci?ng has been happening, except for a few
This is probably why Molly is able to get into Goodygirls with a liOle
gossip about Elaine’s cat Smores.
Elaine: Wow! I didn’t know Smores was doing all that! Would you like to join
Molly: Why, thank you!
I may have men?oned that when a Goodytwoshoes asks “may I bring a
friend?” they mean “I’m bringing Mom.”
Gawaine: I know. Being the head Pop Sim in a house is a real
Soon, Molly has moved in and Elaine is pain?ng her portrait.
Asia: Your half brother takes me on the best dates. They’re all at his house,
Molly: I’m skilling.
Nausicaa: I can hear you.
Molly also gets abducted by the Secret Society.
Cecilia: No. . . No, you said nothing wrong. Thank you.
Cecilia: And I’m very grateful to you. I was trapped.
Sam: Ah, it’s my job. I’m just happy I can help. Do be careful next ?me.
. . .are you sure you’re all right, m’am?
Cecilia: Oh, yes. I am very well, thank you. Forgive me. My husband
died in a ﬁre.
Sam: Oh, I see. I’m sorry.
Cecilia: So I greatly admire anyone who has the courage to try to rescue
people from them. Do excuse me. I am really a very good baker and I do
not usually set the kitchen on ﬁre.
Sam: Well. . I should be going.
Cecilia: Oh, yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. . . .
Sam: Just Sam will be ﬁne. Hope the next batch of cookies are ok.
Cecilia: Would you. . Oh, excuse me!
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, I would.
Elaine: If you don’t want to, it’s ok. I’m a big girl and I won’t fall apart.
But I hope so much you’ll say yes.
Ian: Hold on a second. Let me see if it ﬁts ﬁrst.
Ian: And besides, this is something I really want to remember.
Ian: And look at that. It ﬁts perfectly. The way you do in my heart.
Elaine, I adore you. I could never say no to you. You know that. You never had
to ask. I love everything about you, everything, every ?ny detail, even the
things that drive me crazy about you and make me want to scream. And what I
don’t know now, I want to know. And we have all our lives to learn.
‐‐whew. I’m just—really happy.
Elaine: And I don’t have words anymore. Isn’t that funny? And you s?ll
never call me Princess.
Ian: Oh, your brothers and your father are right. You’ll always be their
Princess. But to me, you’re someone more important.