This Path Of Destiny – 5.26 – Round And Round We Go…

“I see from your reaction you’ve heard my name.” Doctor Redding crossed her legs and ran her finger across the back of my couch. “I cannot say I am surprised, as you are a Danevbie and I have been… vilified in your eyes. From your treacherous grandmother, I am assuming. Luna is your grandmother, correct? I can never keep track of your family.” She waved her hand impatiently. “I leave that up to my brother.”

“Um. Professor Redding,” I mumbled and she nodded. “So you–how come you never said? Your name?”

“I am not accustomed to speaking to an empty house,” she said, keepin’ her gaze level with mine. “You seem to act as if I was the one avoiding you.”

I twisted my hands and ducked my head. “Some crazy woman breaks into my house and I’m supposed to act like everything is fine?”

“I do not have any mental issues,” she said, eyes narrowing very slightly.

“Doctor, you broke into my house,” I pointed out. “I don’t think that’s a sign of–“

“Miss Danevbie, I did not come here to discuss me. I came to discuss you. Specifically, your abilities. If my theory is correct–“

“Mrs. Danevbie,” I said and she blinked. “I’m married,” I said, holding’ up my left hand to show off the ring.

Doctor Redding sneered slightly though her feelings didn’t change. “Married. I see. You Danevbies tend to do that, don’t you?” She uncrossed her legs and breathed sharply in. “That is irrelevant. Do not interrupt me again. If my theories are correct, and I believe they are, then your abilities are stronger than that of your genetic donor. You will accompany me back to my laboratory.”

My eyebrows raised up and I smiled as sweetly as I could. “I will not accompany you anywhere, Doctor Redding. A few years ago I did want to know more about–about whatever it is I have but I don’t have the time anymore. I have a job and a husband.”

Doctor Redding reached into her pocket and pulled out a very neatly pressed article from the newspaper. It was one of my ads. “A job as a psychic private detective? And you are not married. I have not seen any male come or go from this house other than your brothers and fathers.”

“Come and…?” I trailed off. “You’ve been spying on my house? You little–“

“Miss Danevbie, it would be easier to have this discussion at my lab,” she said smoothly.

“No it will not! There is no discussion with someone who’s been spying on me and breaking into my house! Even if you did create my–my–my genetic donor! You have no right to break into my house! My brother is on the police force, you know.”

“Half-brother,” she corrected me.

My face darkened, at least I was pretty sure it did. My mood certainly did. “How do you know that?” I hissed.

She stood up, foldin’ her arms. “Miss Danevbie–“

“MRS. Danevbie!” I snarled.

She slowly exhaled. “Mrs. Danevbie, I am not someone of average intelligence or means. I have done research and those I have seen at your house. Duncan Danevbie, born of Douglas McIntyre and Doctor Tony Perdue.”

I stared wide-eyed at her, my mouth opening and closing. Finally I gulped and found the words to speak. “Who is Doctor Tony Perdue?”

She unfolded her arms, placing her hands on her hips. “The other genetic donor of Duncan Danevbie. Did you not know? It was very simple to discover this information, so I do not understand why you sound taken aback.” She looked me up and down then smirked. “I see. Your family may be experts at being annoying, but good at research? Apparently not.”

I lifted a finger, pointin’ accusingly at her face. “You dare insult my family again–“

She brushed my hand aside. “Yes, you are a close family that will declare war on anyone who does not worship you. I am not here to deal with the trivial details of your family. I simply am here to take you back to my laboratory. If it is your job,” she spat out, “or your husband,” she added in the same time of tone, “then that is no reason not to come with me. You said not long ago you desired to know more about yourΒ telekinetic empathetic abilities. It is very important, is it not?”

I began chewin’ at my bottom lip. “I’m not arguing it isn’t important, Redding, but I am not–this isn’t the time anymore. Maybe a few years ago, maybe even a year ago but now that–I’m married… and my job… I’m not as unhappy with my, erm, telekinetic empathy stuff anymore.”

“Why would you be unhappy with such a fascinating capability?” she inquired, reachin’ up to touch her glasses. “You are able to perceive the emotional impressions of those around you, and influence them to your desires.”

“I don’t want to influence anyone’s emotional impressions!” I said, stompin’ one foot. “And I hate my abilities, for your information! If I could get rid of them, I would, and I think you’re–you’re–you’re a horrific Frankenstein for doing what you did! It’s your fault–“

“There is that word again,” she growled. “I am sick of you Danevbies flinging that word at me as if all your problems are because of me! I am more than willing to shoulder the responsibility of that which I am actually responsible for, which is more than I can say for you and your ancestors! Here is a piece of advice, Miss Danevbie: stop being so focused on your own life that you blame others for your problems.”

I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore and I screamed. Redding took a step back and frowned as I grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it across the room. I grabbed another cushion and this time I threw it at her. She stepped aside, lettin’ it fly past her. “And stop trying to use your emotional manipulation on me,” she said.

I screamed again and grabbed the lamp, about to throw it at her. Redding’s eyes widened a bit as something grabbed my wrist. That something was my husband’s hand. “LET GO OF ME!” I yelled, strugglin’. “I’M GONNA COMMIT MURDER!”

“I don’t think they’d give a ghost visitation rights,” Henri said calmly. “So please don’t. Hello ma’am. I heard some of what was going on. I don’t think you should have pushed her buttons like that. She’s got a bit of a temper.”

“You’re a ghost,” Doctor Redding said.

“Yes,” Henri said, pryin’ the lamp from my hand and setting it down on the stand. “Which is why you never saw me come or go from the house. Darling, calm down. We have some explaining to do, I suspect…”

“No explaining is needed,” Redding said, adjustin’ her glasses and taking a step closer towards us. I let out a guttural sound though she didn’t even bat an eyelash. “This is not the first ghost I have seen. And he will not be the last. Though… it is rather surprising to know you have wedded one.”

She began circling us and Henri pressed against me, lookin’ a bit uncomfortable. “You’ve dealt with ghosts before?” he asked, reachin’ down to hold my hand. “Not many people have. At least not really. Um. Properly. Not outside the, umm, haunting sort of deal.”

Redding crossed her arms again with a look on her face that might have been interest, though her emotions were the same. “No, not many people have. Miss Danevbie–“

“Mrs.!” Henri and I both exclaimed.

Redding sighed. “Mrs. Danevbie, your husband is permitted to come with us to the laboratory. Now let us go.”

“You really expect us just to go?” I demanded. She stared blankly back.

“I think she does,” Henri whispered in my ear.

“I know you will go with us,” she said. “I can do some exploration of your abilities and do some research on your husband.”

“Look here, the only person allowed to explore anything on me is my husband!” I pointed at her again and this time she didn’t bat my hand aside. She did, however, look unamused. “And there will be NO research done on him! This is why we’re keeping out of the public eye, or at least he is keeping out of the public eye so people don’t go nutso and use him to try to find a way to cheat death! I’m not having him being turned into some sort of E.T.-esque story! And third of all, who the heck is ‘we’? Are you royal now? Queen Bi–“

“We is myself and my brother, who is waiting in our car,” she cut me off. “You remind me a lot of your great-grandfather. He insinuated I was Frankenstein and called me what you were about to call me, though may I remind you that is what one calls a female dog and people tend to like dogs for some reason so using that as an insult is not the most insulting.”

“Then my great-grandfather had something right because you are!” I stabbed the air with my finger. “Both, for your information! That word may mean a female dog but it means something else and BOY are you it!”

“She’s met your great-grandfather? She looks our age!” Henri said into my ear.

“From what I’ve heard, she’s known our family a long time. I think she was my grandparents’ boss for a while,” I said.

“I was, until your grandmother stabbed my back,” Redding said. “All of this is immaterial. We should leave soon, it will take hours to get to the laboratory.” She turned towards the door and took a few steps then stopped when she realized we weren’t followin’ her. “You do not need to pack, there are plenty of clothes at the laboratory.”

“We’re not going,” I said, puttin’ my arm around Henri’s waist. “I’m sorry, but–well, no I’m not sorry. But no. There is no reason for me to go, or for him to go. Besides, I’m using my powers now.”

“As a psychic detective,” she said flatly. “I see. Well. Nothing I can say or do will change your mind…?” She hesitated when she saw our stern faces, then smirked. “Not even… say, a trip to France?”

Henri started and I jerked to look at him. He was falling back slightly, looking edgy now. “France?” I asked, looking back at Redding.

“I detected a French accent in his voice and have assumed his homeland is France,” she said, lifting her eyebrows. “As he is deceased, I am under the impression traveling will be difficult. I have at my disposal a private jet. It would not be difficult to arrange something.”

“France,” I said again. “That is, um–“

“No thank you, we said we wouldn’t be going with you and we won’t be going with you,” Henri said stiffly. “Remove yourself from our home.”

I will do no such thing,” Redding replied in French, though I assumed that is what she said since I had learned some French since Henri died and was able to piece things together fairly well.

Henri replied something in French that I wasn’t sure what it meant though I had the feeling it was something along the lines of a female dog. Redding did not look amused. Soon the two were going back and forth in rapid French and I only picked up a few of the words, most of them basic. Then suddenly Henri broke back into English with a loud, “You’re the one who doesn’t understand!” Then he whirled around and zoomed through the wall into one of the empty rooms.

“Your husband is a bit touchy, isn’t he?” Redding was smirking again and I put my hands into fists, resisting the urge to punch her. “I take it the trip to France–“

“Just wait!” I rubbed my neck, trying to think. It was hard, as I felt under a lot of pressure and I knew I needed to talk to Henri about it but he was sulking in the other room because of what I didn’t know. “Wait. Just wait,” I mumbled.

“I am waiting, Miss–Mrs.–Danevbie,” Redding said, going back to the sofa and sitting down, crossing her legs. “Take your time though I advise not taking too much as we have a long trip ahead of us.”

“We probably don’t have any trip ahead of us!” I snarled. “I probably won’t be going with you–you–you–creeper! But if Henri wants to go to France–“

Redding spread her hands out. “He said he did not. I merely thought it would be nice for him to see his home again.”

It’s a lot more than that, I thought, trying not to show any signs of what I was thinking on my face. I tried to keep myself looking impassive, as impassive as her. I probably wasn’t doing as good a job as she was, though. “Stay here,” I said, pointing at her. She lifted and dropped one shoulder and I went to the empty room.

Sure enough Henri was sulking in the corner, grumbling to himself and kicking the wall. He heard me come in but didn’t make any indication of it. But he had to have heard me. I coughed, and he still didn’t look up. Finally he looked at me when I said his name. “I know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to go,” he said, corners of his lips tugging downwards.

“Henri. We need to tell your father,” I said.

“No.”

“At least you acting like this is giving me practice for the terrible twos,” I grumbled. He shot me a glare but continued to pout. “Your father won’t hate you, you know. He needs to know.”

“He’s moved on,” he replied. “I don’t want to just burst into his life and turn everything topsy-turvy! You… you had moved on but you weren’t married, you didn’t have kids. He does. He’s married, and has kids, and what would be going back there do? He’d feel obliged to come back with me, I know him. I don’t want to live in France, I want to live here and with you, and he’d want to be here too–especially if we have kids!”

“Isn’t that why we should tell him?” I pressed. “For when he becomes a grandfather?”

He grabbed my hands, holding them up against his chest. “But what if–“

“There are thousands, millions of what ifs,” I said, interrupting him. “You had risks coming back to me, and it’s worked out.”

“Fine.” He sounded a bit harsh and I worried I had pushed him too far. But he looked more resigned than angry. “We’ll go. But with her? It doesn’t sound safe to me. We’ll figure out a different way.”

I looked at the door, silently agreein’ with him. The thought of making an agreement with her didn’t sound at all safe but we couldn’t afford a private jet, and I wasn’t sure how easy it would be to go on a commercial flight–smugglin’ a ghost to France. “What other way is there? We’ve talked about it a lot before and never got anywhere, and this is just going to keep happening if we don’t do something about it,” I pointed out.

“You want to go with her to a lab?” Henri asked, pulling me close as he motioned towards the door.

“N-no. But we can’t afford a private plane and how else will we get you there?” As I said it, I knew this would just go round and round, never stopping. There would be excuses, arguments, and… “Wait a moment,” I said then left the room to go back to Doctor Redding who was standing in front of the big window facin’ the waterfall. “Will you answer some of my questions before I make a decision?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered, not turning around. “Depending on the question, of course.”

“Will I have to stay at the lab or can I come and go? I mean, I won’t have to live there, right? How long would you keep me? What will you do to me, it won’t kill me, will it?” I asked rapidly.

Now she did turn, starin’ down her nose at me. “It would be convenient if you lived at the laboratory. You would not be killed, not under my supervision at the least.”

Oh. That sounded very promising. “How long would I be there? If it’s longer than a week I’m not staying there.”

“The rest of your life,” she answered.

“Yeah no,” I said, turning to go back to Henri but then Redding cleared her throat and said, “Perhaps some alternate arrangement can be made.”

Before I could reply, Henri was comin’ out of the wall. “Alternate arrangements! That’s what we can do, Sen, don’t go with her. I’ll hide in a trunk. We’ll go on a regular flight. I don’t want you going with her. Especially not for me.”

Redding looked–and felt–very annoyed. “How do you expect to hide in a trunk? Ghosts have mass, though it is difficult to detect. However… they will probably use electromagnetic radiation and discover you. Electromagnetic radiation does not always work but I imagine in such close quarters it will.”

We both just stared at her, trying to decipher what she said. “You mean… x-ray?” I asked and she shrugged. “Why didn’t you say x-ray? Oh never mind.” I faced Henri again. “Do you want to do that? Spend two flights in a trunk?”

“They won’t have guards down there or anything, in the baggage part of the plane,” he said. “I can move around then, or something. It will work. It will be fine.”

“It will not work,” Redding put in. “Very well, you will not have to reside at the laboratory. You will merely come in once in a while so I may do research and perform experiments with your abilities. It will be a long drive for you, but if that’s what you desire then you only have yourself to blame.” If Henri was so adamant about the trunk thing workin’ then I didn’t need to fall into anything with Doctor Redding. Before I could say anything, she spoke up again. “If you desire a monetary compensation I can agree to that. A thousand simoleons per visit? Five thousand?” she added when I glared. “You surely are not earning much money by your little game of following cheating spouses.”

“I’m earning enough, and money doesn’t matter,” I said. “I said before I won’t go so I won’t. That’s the end of the story. I’m done arguing.”

“You almost did want to come along,” she said slyly. “Surely it wasn’t just the trip to France, was it? What else did you want? All the answers from my research? Of what you are? You do realize I have a vast expanse of knowledge at my disposal, and excellent research teams. Your half-brother’s other biological donor’s location, perhaps?”

“She said no, so no,” Henri said and I nodded, not wantin’ to say answers had been tempting. Knowing everything about my abilities… perhaps even a way to get rid of them. I could be free of this curse…

“How do I have this ability?” I blurted out. “Is it in my brain? When I feel–when I feel feelings, it’s like inside me. All over. Is it… wired into my nerves? How did you make someone with this ability? If it’s something you put into them, like something mechanical, then how come I have it too?”

“I am sorry but I must return to my laboratory and make do with the experiments I have left from Project D.” She spun around and went straight for the door. Though I couldn’t feel it, I knew she wanted me to stop her. Didn’t she? But I shouldn’t. Right?

“Wait!” I shouted and she stopped. I could feel her smirk already. “You–“

“No!” Henri shot by in a flash, streamin’ towards her. She was down on the floor before I could even react, knocked down by my husband who now had a foot on her, holdin’ her down. “NO! Serenity Jayne, don’t you DARE! This woman’s been breaking in and stalking you, and she’s done who-knows-what to–to–experimenting on things and–you–can’t! You really want to trust–“

But now he was being thrown back to the floor. Redding had grabbed his ankle and flipped him, and was reaching for a pen as she got to her feet. She started to poke him with it but it went right through him and she looked slightly startled as she stumbled. Most her hand was inside his chest now and he was folding his arms. “You can’t do anything to me,” he said. “You can’t touch me!”

Redding withdrew her hand, no longer looking startled. She fixed her glasses, smoothed down her skirt, and pocketed the pen. But she was ruffled now, I could tell. “Is that how you wish to play? Very well.” She looked at me. “One of my projects involves ghosts. Part of the R&D has given me a machine that sends a ghost to the afterlife. Whether they are truly a ghost or like this.” She indicated my husband. “It is not as portable as some of my weaponry but I can easily bring it back with me.”

“Now you’re threatening to kill my dead husband,” I said.

“If you agree to come with me, you will receive monetary compensation, answers to your questions, and perhaps other things that you desire. If you do not come with me then perhaps I should make sure the first half-ghost I removed from this world was not just a glitch in the machine.”

“As long as I don’t have to live there and don’t have to be there a lot, maybe once every few months, then–“

“Sen, NO!”

“–I will agree,” I finished. Henri looked devastated and it would take a lot of talkin’ to convince him it wasn’t just the threat on his life (which really was a big factor in it). I needed, and wanted, answers. And possibly a cure. I wouldn’t mention that part to her since it was the fact I had this ability that made her want me. I wasn’t sure how exactly I’d get to the point of asking for a cure, but there would have to be some opportunity. Even if all I got was answers to how this worked, maybe that would help me down the road towards gettin’ rid of it. And until then, I’d keep up my fake psychic act until the (hopefully soon) day when I would tragically lose my psychicness and be able to find a proper job.

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82 Responses to This Path Of Destiny – 5.26 – Round And Round We Go…

  1. EEEEEEEEEEeehheheheehe. XD Oh Jay. You make me laugh.

    • sErindeppity says:

      Eeeee ehehehehehehe she is something else. xD

      • Kay’s in the car. “I knew I should h-have been the one t-to talk to th-them. Jay always g-goes about it the w=wrong way” And then he shrugs and starts singing to music.

      • sErindeppity says:

        XD he probably is hahahaha I thought about your idea of him coming in to mediate the situation but it didn’t work out lol. I can’t wait to have him show up though. xD

      • sErindeppity says:

        LOL Jay coming back: “She will be coming to the lab off and on so I may experiment on her and do research.” Kay: O.O “How the heck–” Jay: -glares- “Did you doubt me?” Kay: -_-

  2. sweetribz says:

    NO!!!! SJ WHY!!!!!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!! -stabbing Jay repeatedly while screaming- >:D Jay will harm nobody else evar!!!!!!

  3. Maddy says:

    Gah! *says words about Jay that can never be repeated* Why Sen!? There had to be another waaay! Kay never would let Jay kill Hen! (I hope…) *Gives Hen a hug cuz he’s all sadness*

  4. LaLaLa says:

    Kay:” bb—bbbut suuurely ff-amily is mo-re imp–ortant than res…earch.” Jay: “Research is more important to me than you brother, but you’re my accomplice and maybe without you this would not be possible.”

  5. mewmewmentor says:

    Henri’s awesome. πŸ˜€ Except when he’s acting like a five-year-old. XDD But even then, he’s still fun to read.

    Seriously, Jay, no Ghost Hunter tubes and packs? Those are a LOT more portable than that after-life thingamajig.

    Question! Did Jay harness ghosts to put into the dolls?

    I loved the first pic of Sen this chapter. XDD She looked like she was ready to claw Jay’s eyes out.

    I’m not going to pretend. I want Sen to go to the laboratory.

    Why? Because it’s exciting. And because of Dr. Laroche. And because…because…Okay, fine. Because Jay is a great antagonist. There, I said it. Conflict is always fun to read. Even though I hide my eyes in terror, I still read it. I hope she doesn’t hurt Henri or Serenity. :/

    I have a feeling Sen is going to try to hide this visits to the lab thing from the rest of her family. The question is, will it work? In Kaylee’s case, probably not for long. XDD

    So, basically, Doug grabbed the first sucker who would help him? Or did he bribe Tony with money? Or did he and Tony have something going on? Relationship-wise, I mean.

    …Oh, lord.

    Was Tony that kid that Doug was hanging out with (dating?) when Seb came to get permission to keep Duncan and Sen? Ewww.

    • sErindeppity says:

      Henri tends to pout quite a bit xD
      Jay didn’t expect a ghost. So she didn’t bring anything for them. And the ghost hunting machinery isn’t quite invented much in this world. Not yet, at least. Right now it’s probably big clunky machines. Not all the things in the sim world are in the Danevbie world ^_^ yet.
      Yes, ghosts and the dolls are connected (which will be in this gen a bit, and possibly a bit in the next gen) and yeah the picture is fun xD I am looking forward to lab stuff cause it starts forwarding the plot. xD I am ready, so ready, for that. I’m glad Jay is such a great antagonist, I love writing her. Conflict does help make a great story.
      Sen will be hiding it xD Kaylee might be able to figure it out, depending on how things go.
      Actually all three. xD Doug wanted to get preggers so he grabbed the first guy he found that would work, probably bribed him, and was in a relationship with him. Hahaha but no, Tony was not the kid Doug was “dating” when Seb went to the house.

  6. lol. I loved it and I can’t help but like Jay. I like me a good villian. They are fun. Poor Sen though. I hope its worth it for her to become a lab rat.

  7. 1. Jay has a ring on her left-hand ring finger. O_o

    2. Jay is an evil sociopath/phsycopath/I have a hard time telling the difference.

    3. I love Henri. ❀

    4. WHY NO KAY YET YOU WITHHOLDING JERK?!?!?

    5. I love Kay. : D

    • 6. GAAAAAH IT CUT OFF HALF OF MY MESSAGE! DAMN YOU WORDPRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D:

      7. I’ll just end this with the only actually important thing I had to say: The new eyes are rest on Serenity, but awful on Jay, which means that they will be awful on Kay, too. 😦

      • sErindeppity says:

        6. Dx wordpress is indeed evil. It’s done that before. T_T
        7. Aw I’m sorry they look awful 😦 I rather liked them. But if my readers don’t like them I’ll change back to EA defaults. ^_^

      • sErindeppity says:

        If you want to see Kay with the eyes, the most recent chapter of Dannings has the eyes.

      • 6. I know. *begins muttering about moronic blog websites and their stupidness*

        7. Did I say awful? What I meant to say was… Well, the color isn’t so vibrant anymore. Oddly enough, though, they look great on Kay. *bepuzzlement*

      • sErindeppity says:

        Oh okay I see what you mean there πŸ™‚ I am glad they look good on Kay at least ^_^ that is weird they look different for the twins, though I do agree with you that they do. It’s ok if some of my readers don’t like them, I expect there are others who don’t. πŸ˜›

      • As long as the eyes look fine on Kay, Jay and her lesser eyes can go crawl into a hole and die. XD Which, normally, I wouldn’t say, because Jay is by far my favorite character.

        Ever heard of The PopTart Tragedy?

      • sErindeppity says:

        LOL Jay is awesome. Horrible, but awesome. She’s my favorite to write hahaha.
        O: No I haven’t heard of it, what is it?

      • The evilest characters do tend to be the awesomest.

        It’s something someone posted on Facebook, trying to be serious, but then somebody got some guy to read it in a super dramatic voice, and matched

      • I haven’t gotten new chapter notices past the first or second chapter. *begins plotting against WordPress*

      • sErindeppity says:

        O_O grrrrrr -shakes fist- I’ve had others who have had this happen. I wish I could fix it. 😐

      • Okay, that time it was me, not WordPress.

        So as I was saying, they paired the reading with the exact words, and posted it on YouTube. Search The PopTart Tragedy, or forever be curious. 😈

      • sErindeppity says:

        Lol! Okay I will check it out sometime soon and yeah the evil character are sometimes the most fun. XD -giggles-

    • sErindeppity says:

      1. Jay’s always had a ring on that finger. Kay I think occasionally has one on his (just did a quick glance through and no he hasn’t but yes, Jay has in every gen worn that ring). If memory serves me right, you’re the first to comment on it. I’ve been waiting. x3 -sits back and lets the theories begin-
      2. Jay is evil. xD I should look up in my disorder book and see if I can find her.
      3. Eeee Henri is awesome ^_^
      4. SORRY!!!! Dx I was gonna have him in this chapter but it didn’t fit, but I swear he’s in the next chapter!!!!
      5. πŸ˜€ Kay ❀ ^_^

      • 1. Yep.

        2. Yep.

        3. Yep.

        4. Yep.

        5. What? No, I wasn’t drooling! Whatever makes you say that? XD

        6. I accidentally deleted the most recent chapter. AFLBRGHAFRGHLBURGH BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!!! πŸ˜€

      • sErindeppity says:

        eeeheheheehe -giggles- Kay. Mmm.
        And deleted? o.O

      • XD I get email messages, because I subscribe. I accidentally deleted the message. Though now that I think about it, I probably could have just gone to the next chapter through the blog, but whatever. πŸ˜›

      • sErindeppity says:

        Lol okay now I get it xD I was so confused for a bit XD BTW do you have any legacies going on? I wasn’t sure if you were continuing your rainbowcy or were just focusing on your RPG πŸ™‚ (did it survive the big RPG deletion? o.o)

      • It’s still going. I’m just on vacation, sans computer. So no writing right now.

        RPG DELETION?!?!?

      • sErindeppity says:

        Oooh okay I wasn’t sure πŸ™‚
        And uhhhhh yeah. A couple days ago the sim gurus deleted almost all the RPGs for violations (honestly I am kinda glad some of them were gone, I went into one just to see what the fuss was about and saw nothing but sexual vulgarity that didn’t belong on the sim forums). Now the story/legacy forum is almost all stories/legacies/challenges again. I wish the gurus would realize the RPGs need their own forum 😦
        I just checked through the link in your forum signature; your RPG is still up.

      • Oh, good. *breathes a huge sigh of relief* There were no rule violations in either of my two roleplays. I was scared for a second that they would be taken down for unpopularity or something, to de-crowd the forums.

      • sErindeppity says:

        No it was the ones breaking rules though one of the rules being broken was some of them not being “off topic”. I only saw the “zone” one so you might have to check on your other one. :3

      • I think it’ll be okay. Thanks for telling me. πŸ™‚

  8. mewmewmentor says:

    Ring? Important?

    One ring to rule them all…

    Well, we know Jay would like things to be that way. XD And she thinks they are.

    The ring is to help her contact aliens!

    • sErindeppity says:

      xD aaaaaaaaaahahahahaha -falls over giggling- She thinks they are. Though I can see Kay wearing the One Ring. eeehehehehehehe

      The ring may have something to do with aliens. Maybe. Or not. x]

  9. Maddy says:

    Nah I like the eyes! Even on Jay… But don’t tell Jay I said so!!! And ya this chapter was the first time I noticed the ring also, I just didn’t think anything of it until that comment… Married!? No. Engaged!? Don’t think so. So it must be a handy *punny!* experiment. Hmmm. It contains a button that allows her to travel through time!!! Maybe? No? Darn :/

    • sErindeppity says:

      Thanks. I won’t tell Jay. x3 Kay can know though. Hehehehe. This was the first chapter I think where the ring was particularly noticeable.
      Nope, not married or engaged. I will say that. xP -giggles- Won’t say yes or not to the other ideas. x3 She has had it since long before Jacob though. x3

      • Maddy says:

        Eeeeep! Now I must knooooow! When do we get to find out?? πŸ˜€
        Ya, it’s hard to believe Jay could be happily married in any alternate universe >.> <.< Heheheh!

      • sErindeppity says:

        Not till the last gen πŸ˜€ Hah sorry. xP
        Yeah. Jay and marriage just…. doesn’t seem…. fitting… o-o

      • Maddy says:

        Nu! It ruined my shifty eyes when it posted! D: But they were there…

      • sErindeppity says:

        I edited it for ya πŸ™‚ I found it’s easiest to have them facing each other which doesn’t work quite the same but still gets the message across πŸ˜€

      • Maddy says:

        Lol! Yaay thank you! And awww! I reeeally have to wait that long? Every chapter now I’ll be trying to gather info for new theories! Hehehe!

      • sErindeppity says:

        Lol yep there are some things that won’t be explained till the end haha

  10. ATMzie says:

    Jay really is rather persistent, isn’t she?

  11. thelifeofapetal says:

    I thought that Kay would come in around the time Sen screamed this: ” β€œLET GO OF ME!” I yelled, strugglin’. β€œI’M GONNA COMMIT MURDER!” ” xD

  12. thelifeofapetal says:

    What kind of music would Kay listen to anyway?
    I’d laugh if his favorite music was Rock music or Hip Hop xD Imagine Kay trying to rap… O_o

    “K-kay is in t-the house!”
    “Yo, D-Dawg this is K-Kay”

    “M-my twin sister J-Jay is e-evil,
    S-she can p-plot all day
    Claims s-she’s not crazy
    E-Even if she r-really is
    K-Kay out!”

    xD

    • sErindeppity says:

      LOL I can see him liking oldies, stuff from the forties to fifties especially but also 70s and 80s (especially 80s pop/rock); and probably a lot of other stuff. Classical for sure. Possibly classic rock πŸ˜€

      • thelifeofapetal says:

        What year would he be born in anyways? At least in real life (if someone could live this long…) He is what a great-great grandfather? He probably couldn’t find anything his style on the radio then 😦

      • sErindeppity says:

        Lol! I have no idea. If Serenity is 29 in 2012 then Kay woulda been born in either the 1850s or 1860s, I think. Squeeee he’d be so cute in that era of clothing! Fance like a gentleman.
        Jay in a corset and bustle…..
        o.o
        O_O

  13. thelifeofapetal says:

    lol….Jay probably doesn’t have a fave type of music “The fine arts are for imbeciles who aren’t as intelligent as I, Jay the mastermind! Mwahahahahahaha!”

  14. thelifeofapetal says:

    I am seriously starting to doubt her sanity now…xD

    • sErindeppity says:

      When she was younger she probably listened to proper music. Classical stuff and maybe–maybe–some of the stuff Kay liked, but over the years she just removed herself more and more from humans, and their stuff. She was teetering on the edge in gen one and I figure it was the scandal and being fired from Landgraab Industries that really pushed her over the edge, making her want that gap between herself and humanity.

  15. Megs says:

    Blahrhfbsoxjenkdhdndkxjskhxej!!!!!! That evil conniving psychopath!! She literally makes me want to throw up on her face and make her choke on my vomit. Hmm that’s a great plan….. Hehe. Gag I hate her!!!! And Serenity, you just haaaaaad to do it huh?? you couldn’t have just found a wrench like your sister?! Augh! And Henri, I just feel sorry for you on so many levels… ;( Hmph. I am thoroughly pissed and the robotic demon…

    ~Megs~

    • sErindeppity says:

      hahahahahahahaha ❀ She deserves something like that sometimes. Yep Sen had to do it. 😦 She shoulda just found a wrench. Or knife. Or something. xD but Jay had that stun pen. I imagine a fight would have ended up not so nice. -giggles about Jay's attempts to stun Henri-
      Poor Henri indeed. 😦
      I'm sorry you're pissed Dx

  16. Oh dear :/ I understand why she agreed, though. It worries me that Jay’s demands actually sound fairly reasonable..

  17. nestea7 says:

    . . . I have. . . No response. . .To this. . .this. . .No, just too much. I can’t. Great chapter, btw.

  18. That’s going to be an awkward car ride

  19. zefiewings says:

    If real life: Bad Sen!
    For reading purposes…finally!

  20. *sigh*

    Damnit All to hell…

    Though, if Jay had half a damn brain she’d let Kay do the whole interacting with Danevbies. They might even be willing… Though I guess I don’t know if Kay would agree to help Jay….

    But – he is still with her…

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