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Generation Four: Orange

Appearance: Orange hair, Island clothing style
Traits: Foodie, Good, Active
Aspiration: Friend of the World
Occupation: Lifeguard
House Goal: 40,000 worth

Day One

I didn’t even make it to my new home before Mom called and insisted I meet with her to go shopping. She insisted that it didn’t count as her helping me out, because it was just clothes, and, quite frankly, she said she should have taken me for a makeover before now. I’m not sure whether I agreed or disagreed, but – it WAS Mom… and I always valued spending time with her, anyway. Plus, I was curious about the Thrift shop.. and whatever the heck bubble tea was…?

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Charlotte’s morning started very much like the mornings had back east. With a waddle to the outhouse. Sighing deeply, Charlotte rejoiced when she actually made it there, and headed back inside to get dressed for the day and make breakfast for her growing family.

She didn’t have more than a few moments of peace before the delicious smells of the Forager’s Stew woke everyone up with rumbly bellies.

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Penpal Project: The weird-letter World

Marlin was just about to go to recess with the others, relieved that so far nothing had gone too horribly wrong -after all, it was his first day at middle school!- when something on the notice board caught his eye.
“Letters around the world – LGBTQIA+-friendly pen pals
Do you feel like you don’t belong? Like no one really understands? Different? Sign up and find others who feel just the same – and perhaps make a friend for life!”
He sighed. He really just wanted to be normal and accepted by the others -he’d seen what happened otherwise through Milo!-, and anyway, what was that weird garble of letters? LGTBCKA? But still. Something on this poster just spoke to him. The world did feel like a bubble to him where everyone had their place, girls and boys, and he was just… outside that bubble. Wrong.
And maybe, just maybe… maybe he’d be accepted there, should the others at school not warm up. He really didn’t understand them. It wasn’t even anything he had done. They’d had one look at his shoulder-long hair and snickered. “What, don’t you know what scissors are? You can use mine if you want, and at least try to look not-horrible…” But he liked his hair! It felt soft and shiny and when he turned his head, it swooshed a little. And then they seemed to follow weird rules nobody had told him about, when something was funny and when laughing was bad, how to greet each other, all that… so he just stuck out even more.

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Jaz’s day started with a pell-mell run for the bus after sleeping through their alarm. They made it, though, so it all worked out okay.

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Jaz woke up early the next day, and was not surprised to see a cheerful Penny preparing to dash downstairs.

“What’s up, Penny? Why the rush?” Jaz asked, curious.

“Oh, I just want to check my email before school! Want to come down with me??” Penny asked, smiling broadly at Jaz.

Slightly surprised to be invited to something Jaz had assumed would be a private affair, checking one’s mail… Jaz stumbled over their words, “Um.. sure. Sure Penny. I’ll come with you.”

“Great!” Penny replied, and, to Jaz’s further surprise, grabbed Jaz’s hand and pulled them along with them down the stairs in their slippers and PJs.

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The dreary weather outside actually was a boon to me, because it meant that there wasn’t a sun to burn me up. I could see that Mari was getting tired of the constant rain, however, so I made sure she had plenty of things to do inside.

With what was left of our savings, we had bought some curtains (which I can’t believe I had forgotten… Thank you, Mari, for mentioning it to me…) and started cluttering up the house to really make it look lived-in.

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1897 (Winter)

Winter settled in, and the snows covered the ground. Abraham and Florence still managed to go to school each day without fail, even if it was snowy. Abraham managed to keep up with both his homework and helping out around the house, but it was definitely easier to do that with the farm being snowed in. At least Stefan had stopped complaining about the expense of schooling the boy.

Juliet peered out the frosty window and smiled to see Florence playing happily in the snow. She watched for a while, then sighed and turned back to the multitude of toddlers running pell-mell around the house.

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Having Nork back home was a blessing Utel wasn’t about to overlook. He was now determined to master the Gardening skill, and was planting everything in sight.

Utel also asked him to make some new Garden Planters, but he was so busy gardening, she wasn’t sure he’d even heard her request. On the other hand, Gnaar had finally gotten out of his toddler pants, and was learning to be helpful around camp.

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The Application

Wendy was up at the crack of dawn, making some Breakfast Scramble for her house full of hungry sims.

By the time it was ready, everyone had managed to get themselves downstairs by the smell alone.

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Today was the first day of freedom. It was Monday, and Caizey happily got up and cooked some breakfast (the request had been for Grilled Cheese, and what the hey, that’s breakfast, too!)

Then, Caizey sat with her daughter as she ate and got ready for school. A quick hug, and Kailyn was off on the bus, with the bus driver giving Caizey’s beaming smile and jaunty wave a bemused look.