The White Legacy--Generation 9, College (Part 1)

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The White Legacy:
Generation Nine, College (Part One)

Welcome to SSU, Clary! You know, that looks really nice on you. I might have to leave you in that forever.
Clary: “Go away.”
Touchy today. More than usual, I mean. What gives?
Clary: “How would you feel if you spent six hours in a car to get here, and then you get locked out of your house by your own
placeholder, huh?”
What.

June. Unlock this door.
June: “No.”
June, come on! I thought we came to an agreement last time! We decided that you would get to graduate,
remember? How are you going to graduate if I can’t get the last set of kids in there?
June: “Consider this… insurance.”

June: “I might let them in. Eventually. But it will be on my terms, thank you very much.”
Well, where do you expect them to go? They can’t live on the lawn until you decide to move your blockade!
June: “I happen to know of a lovely little house conveniently on the other side of campus from me. I think you’ll
appreciate the irony… heh heh heh.”

…you’ve got to be kidding me.
Clary: “What!? What is it!? And why are there rotten newspapers everywhere!?”
Clary, this is the very house that your many-times-great-grandparents, Toro and Brie, and your Aunt Arie lived in
before they bought the greek house.
Clary: “This dump? Yeesh, they were poor.”

This is Clary White, the unfortunate one to be the firstborn of the generation and thereby the first to suffer June’s
wrath. She is a 0/6/9/10/1 Pleasure Sagittarius in pigtails. Her LTW is to Become a Celebrity Chef, and she has
quite the mean streak. We’ll see if she can get back in to the greek house before her little brother Spike moves in.
Clary is a member of the sage family. It’s been historically known as “clear-eye” because the seeds would be used
to get dust and the like out of people’s eyes. It’s used in aromatherapy to help ease anxiety and insomnia, and is
grown today mostly for production of its oil.

Hey look! All the original furniture is still here! How did that happen? The beds are unmade, and… I wonder who
started that painting over there? Your guess is as good as mine.

Clary: “This place is a dump.”
I’m sure your method of eating is helping that, too.
Clary: “I can feel every spring in this couch! There’s hardly any hot water in the shower! There isn’t even a table!
How did they live this way!?”
Not everyone gets to be born into the ninth generation of a legacy, Clary. There were financial hardships in the
beginning.

Clary: “Doesn’t mean I have to suffer through it. It’s not my fault.”
*snicker*
Clary: “What!?”

Clary: “The resolution is terrible. I can’t see anything.”
I remember Toro and Arie being excited about having a TV at all. Oh, how times change.

That certainly doesn’t look like original furniture.
Clary: “I have to have some way of spying on the frat boys—I mean, collecting logic points for class. This podunk
house doesn’t even come equipped with a chessboard. Now shush up. I’m trying to see.”
Sorry. Sheesh.

Ooh, these are cool. No need to flinch Clary, it’s just a party popper.
Clary: “I didn’t flinch!”
Sure you didn’t.
Clary: “I didn’t! You’re a dirty rotten liar!”

These are even cooler, though! I love stuff packs!
Clary: “Look, I’m a witch!”
Wow, would you look at that. She’s smiling.
Clary: “I am not! You have no proof!”
Actually…

Clary: “Bored. Bored bored bored bored bored.”
There’s really not much to do around here, is there?
Clary: “Bored bored boring bored bored.”

Wait. What is this?
Clary: “What does it look like?”
It looks like… well, it looks like you’re kind of indecisive, to be completely honest.
Clary: “Who’s indecisive? I want to slap dance. What’s indecisive about that?”
And perhaps also become an illustrator-slash-senator. Right?

I ended up rolling a die. Art it is.
Advising Office: [Was it really necessary to call at 6:30 in the morning to declare your major, Miss White?]
Clary: “Yes. Don’t ask questions.”

Nice job on your first final, Clary.
Clary: “I can’t believe I’m not in that greek house yet.”
Well, I don’t know. The nostalgia around here has been fun.
Clary: “Not.”

Clary: “I hate this place. And that light bulb. It’s ugly. And you know what? That’s it! I’m tired of this! I’m marching
over there RIGHT NOW!!”
Uh, Clary…

Clary: “JUNE!! Come out and face me, you coward!!”

June: “Who DARES invoke the name of the Most High Placeholder!?”
Clary: “Come out and fight, or be forever known as Chicken! Buh-kaw!”

June: “I accept your challenge, weak as it may be.”

Oh… wow. I guess she meant that challenge pretty literally.

June: “HA! That’ll teach you, blasphemous heathen!”
Clary: “Grr…”

June: “…”
Clary: “…”

June: “Hey, I just brought a pizza back from campus. It’s horrible. Come in and have some.”
Clary: “If you bought it, it’s probably going to give us both indigestion. Hand it over.”
…um?

Wait, what just happened here? Did I miss something?
Clary: “Don’t question it, Author. I can recognize a kindred spirit when I see one. Where’s the ranch dressing,
June? You can’t eat pepperoni pizza without ranch dressing.”
June: “’S no good. Got thouzand island.”
Clary: “What kind of barbarian are you? Thousand island instead of ranch? Blasphemous!”

This is odd, playing June. Just… weird.
Clary: “Hey, what’s that over there?”
June: “Over where?”
Clary: “Sucker.”
Get ‘er, Clary.

That’s an interesting method for studying for your finals.
Clary: “Don’t talk to me. I’ve almost beaten June’s high score.”
June has the high score on that thing?
Clary: “What do you think she’s been doing between generations, twiddling her thumbs?”
Well…

June: {I… I can’t believe it. I’m a sophomore. I never thought this would happen…! Urgh… I think I’m going to be
sick!}
Clary: “Alright, lay it on me. What’s on my face? Is there spinach in my teeth? Do I have a zit the size of a UFO?”

Clary: “I’ve never had so much fun destroying the furniture before!”

Spike: “Wow! What a flip!”
June: “Hey, Clary! Freshman!!”
Clary: “No, June! Fresh meat!”

Spike: “It always kinda scares me when Clary smiles.”
You know, when they say something is a “fresh meat duty,” you probably shouldn’t believe them.
Spike: “But they’re sophomores! You’ve got to respect them!”
It’s June and Clary. You know what they’re like.
Spike: “Still!”

This, my friends, is Spikenard “Spike” White, secondborn of generation nine. Despite his name, he’s an incredibly
sweet guy, who never complains at me. That makes him alright in my book. He’s a 7/5/10/3/10 Popularity Pisces
with the LTW to Own 5 Top-Level Businesses. Figures. I’ve been watching for that LTW in my heirs, and now my
spare of generation nine gets it. Oh, well.
Spikenard is a flowering plant in the Valerian family. Its flowers are pink and bell-shaped, which seems to suit
Spike here fairly well. Maybe his name isn’t a total misnomer after all. Spikenard oil is also heavily referenced
throughout the bible, though it’s anyone’s guess what that oil was actually made out of back then.

Clary: “I’m thinking that maybe once he’s done with cleaning the toilet, cleaning up the moldy pizzas, and
scrubbing down the trash chute, we should reward him.”
June: “By letting him make our beds. Fantastic idea, Clary.”
Clary: “Why thank you, June.”
Spike: *sweat*

June: “I finally get to use the blue chair. I… am in heaven.”
Knowledge sims. Pff.
June: “Hey, do I hear a baby?”
Baby? BABY!!
June: “Family sims. Pff.”

Attention, world. June likes to hula in her silk nightie.
June: “HEY! Those pictures are private!”
Quit trying to tick me off, then.
June: “Grr…”
Oh, this is going to be a fun college run. Not.

Llama Mascot: “Voo gerbitz!”
June: “Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Author, you’re behind this, I know it. SPIKE!! Get in here and get rid of
this guy for me!! And then do the dishes!!”

Spike: *sigh*
Poor guy. Bit of a pushover. But poor guy.

Man. I don’t envy my sims. Getting back from a final at five in the morning. Note: getting back, not leaving for.
Man. *shaking of head*
June: “Way to go, Clary. I could hear the explosion all the way across the building when you bombed that test.”
Clary: “Ooh, good one. I wonder how long it’ll take for the government to notice the crater you left behind?”
Spike: “…I don’t get it.”

June: “Meh. Go rake the leaves, fresh meat.”
Spike: “Okay…”
Clary: “And don’t stop until they’re all gone. I don’t care it’s eternal fall around here. I want those leaves gone.
They offend me.”
Spike: “O-kay…”

Hey Clary, can I talk to you?
Clary: “No.”
Tough. I’ve been meaning to ask—are you okay with the heirship decision? I mean, I figure you probably wanted it.
Clary: “Meh.”
Talk to me, Clary. I’ll just follow you around until you do.

Ready to talk yet?
Clary: “Ignoring you.”

How ‘bout now?
Clary: “Go away.”

Ready now?
June: “What’s she barking about this time, Clary?”
OI!!
Clary: “Shut up, Author. I’m not interested in spilling my feelings out to the world. Go away.”
It’s not to the world. It’s just me. What are you so afraid of?

Clary: *toss controller* “FINE!! You want me to talk, I’ll talk!”
June: “Ooh boy, this should be good.”
Clary: “I think Saffron is a lame choice! I admit it! I think she’s weak, and she’s overly sentimental, and she’s going
to crumble under the pressure!! The only one who would’ve been a worse choice is Spike! Bay or I would’ve been
much better at it! We have thicker skins! We could do it!”

Clary: “Happy!?”
Yes. Thank you.
June: “For what it’s worth, I think you’d’ve made a great heiress, Clary.”
Clary: “Quit trying to suck up. I’m still beating you at this game.”
June: “You don’t have a snowball’s chance.”

Guess what they’re playing?
June: “CURSE YOU, CLARY!! YOU’RE SUCH A CHEATER!! Your mim is prettier than mine!!”
Clary: “Suck it, June.”

So, June. I can’t help but notice that you’re about to default to a philosophy major.
June: “Yes, and?”
Don’t you want to pick your own? I can think of a few that would suit you… drama, for instance…
June: “Ew. No, philosophy suits me just fine.”

Fen: “Mm-hmm, yes indeed. Young adulthood certainly suits Fen.”
Fen.
Fen: “Yeeees, Author?”
Just tell me one thing.

Why the dressing gown?
Fen: “Because Fen likes it, and because Fen is in college. If he can’t wear outrageously awesome outfits here,
where else can he wear them?”
A fair point, but we’re all going to have to look at that for the next four years.
Fen: “That isn’t Fen’s problem. Because Fen looks great.”

This, of course, is Fennel “Fen” White. He is somewhat pompous and very vain, and talks in third person. What’s
not to love? His personality is a beautiful 9/6/4/6/9 (the symmetry, oh how it pleases me). He’s a Cancer Popularity
Sim with a LTW to Become Mayor. Very like him.
Fennel is indigenous to the Mediterranean, but it has since been imported worldwide. Really, what I find most
interesting about this spice is that it’s part of the celery family. You learn something new every day.

Clary: “Just so you know, Spike. See this arm? If I lose, I’m using it to rip yours off.”
Spike: *gulp* “Let the wookie win.”
Clary: “You got the idea. Now drop that kicky bag.”
Spike: “Yes ma’am!”

Clary: “Hey June! Look! More fresh meat!”
Spike: “Yay! I’m not the freshman anymore!!”
June: “Excellent. We have four toilets in this house that need a good bleaching.”

Fen: “No.”
Clary: “No? Maybe you didn’t understand us, Fen. We are your superiors. If we say clean a toilet, you say, ‘And
when Fen is done, he’ll clean the bathtub too.’ Get it now?”
Fen: “These perfect hands aren’t getting anywhere near a toilet brush. Now if you’ll excuse Fen, he’ll be going
upstairs to claim a room.”

Have I ever mentioned how much I love these pajamas? I love these pajamas. If I had a pair like these, I would wear them. They just look
so comfy!
Clary: “Ew. I’m wearing something the Author likes. Now I’m going to have to change. Thanks a lot, Author.”
You’re very welcome! But you know, change those pajamas, and I’ll make you wear a neon pink gorilla suit for your last two years of
college.
Clary: “You wouldn’t dare.”
Oh, I so would. Have you seen what Fen is wearing?

Fen: “Must… get rid of… the flab! Fen… must be… perfect! RAAAAARGH!!”
Work it, boy! *whip crack*
Fen: “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!”

Spike: “Ooh, cool! A party invitation! From Uncle Dane!”
Party invitation? For you? Since when do my sims get party invitations?
Spike: “Looks like some kind of fancy dinner, in celebration for the ending of the legacy? Look, everybody’s invited!”
When is it?
Spike: “Um, a little after Bay and Saffron get here, I think. Can I go? Please?”

I’ll think about it.
Spike: “Yay!”

Spike: “Hi, Uncle Dane! This is Spike! We’re coming! Yup, all six of us! Yeah, six! Clary and me and Fen and
Saffron and Bay and June! Wait, is June not invited? …Oh, good!”
Spike, I said MAYBE!
Spike: “Too late! Now I’ve RSVP’d! We’re going! …Sorry, Uncle Dane, I was talking to the Author, not you. But
yeah! RSVP’d!”

Spike: “Yay! Chess is so much fun!”
June: “Meh. Go scrub the counters, fresh meat.”
Spike: “But… I’m a sophomore…?”
June: “Yeah, well, the really fresh meat is a pussy. Go do it.”

You need to stand up to her, Spike!
Spike: “Have you seen her, Author? She’s scary!”
Yes, I’ve seen her. I’ve been dealing with her for eight generations now. You scrub that counter, I’ll go corner June.
Spike: “Really!? Thank you!!”

June, we need to talk.
June: “Not now, I’m busy. I’m about to beat my own high score. Clary will never get anywhere close!”
I mean it, June. I didn’t agree to let you graduate so you could torture my legacy kids the whole way through
college.
June: “Torture? Naw. Clary and I get along just fine. She’s a pain, but I can live with her for a little while longer.
Fen and I avoid each other just fine, and Spike makes for a great maid. What’s the problem here?”

That. That right there is the problem. Spike is not your maid, he’s a very sensitive kid who needs a friend, not a
boss. I don’t want you ordering him around anymore.
June: “I’m a junior. He’s a freshman. There are certain unwritten laws that we can’t avoid, Author. I’m only
following the official legal system of college.”
He’s a sophomore.
June: “He’s a freshman in my eyes.”

That’s it. Your pinball privileges are revoked.
June: “HEY! You can’t do that!”
Oops, I just did. Go study or something.
June: “It’s not like I’m the only one doing it! Clary’s just as guilty as I am, you know!”
Don’t worry, I’ll deal with Clary.

How’s that toilet coming along, Clary?
Clary: “Eurgh. I have to do this in my pajamas, why?”
Because I say so. Ha.

It makes me suspicious when these two laugh. …especially when they do it right after I punish them.

Fen: *sniff* “Author?”
Aw, what’s wrong, Fen? Your voice is all quavery.
Fen: “Fen misses the pajamas he wore as a teenager. Could Fen…?”
Sorry, but I’m pretty sure those are only for teenagers.
Fen: “Awww…”

Clary’s a tub pirate! I never knew!
Clary: “…you didn’t see anything…”
My lips are sealed! Don’t worry, your reputation is safe with me!

Thank you, Fen. Political Science is a great choice for you.
Fen: “Why thank you, Author. Fen is glad that someone appreciates his choices.”
Nice slouch, by the way.

Fen: “What slouch? Fen doesn’t slouch. You must be seeing things.”
Uh-huh. Did you know that Clary is a tub pirate?
Fen: “What? Really!? Clary!?”

Now then. About you, Spike.
Spike: “Yes, Author?”
You’ve told me a few times you don’t want to major in Biology. So what do you want to major in?
Spike: “I dunno. Philosophy?”
That’s what you’re going to end up in if you don’t make a decision fast. And, did you know Clary is a tub pirate?

GO GEORGE!!
June: “OUCH! Dumb robot!!”
Hey June, did you know that Clary is a tub pirate?
June: “Clary is? HA! Oh boy, that’ll be blackmail material for her entire life!”

Fen: “So, Fen was curious. What are everyone’s plans for after college? Personally, Fen thinks he’s going to
move downtown. Or perhaps in with Uncle Dane. Maybe his uncle can get him into the movie business. Fen thinks
he would excel there.”
June: “Heh, good luck. It took Dane forever to finally break into show business, and even longer to finally marry
that cheerleader he was dating. I don’t think he can do anything in any kind of time limit. And you, buddy, only
have until the legacy is over.”

Spike: “I think I’ll—”

Clary: “I’m going to move in with Saffron back home. She could use the backup.”
June: “Ha, you couldn’t catch me dead there! Naw, I think I’m going to put Riverblossom Hills completely behind
me, and do some travelling.”
Clary: “Oh yeah? Where’re you going to go?”
June: “I dunno. I’m just tired of this place.”

Saffron: “Hey, guys. Making plans without us?”
Bay: “…?”

Clary: “June, sit back down. Come on, we’re having a meeting here.”
Saffron: “So I was thinking, what if everybody moved back in with me after college? At least until the legacy is
over, I mean. It’s the end of the legacy, and I love all you guys; I would hate it if you weren’t around to see
Grandma Snow’s legacy be completed.”

Spike: “I’d like that. And then we could all find our own places in Peachtree Valley, like all our aunts and uncles.
Yeah!”

June: “JERK!!”
Saffron: “That would be great, Spike! But you know, you could probably stay on at the estate as long as you
wanted. I wouldn’t have a problem with it, and I’m sure that whoever ends up as my future husband wouldn’t mind,
either.”

Spike: “Saffie, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me since I got here.”
Saffron: “You’re welcome.”
Clary: “Quit encouraging him, Saffron.”

Bay: “Hey… June? You’re June, right? Can I come in?”
June: “No. Go away.”

June: “What are you doing in here!? I said to go away!”
Bay: “Sorry, that doesn’t work for my sisters, either.”

June: “I have plans, you know. I’m leaving Riverblossom Hills.”
Bay: “So go do it.”
June: “The bolts don’t lie, idiot. I went through this whole legacy without even once being tempted by anybody!
Why should I start now, huh?”

June: *sigh* “Why did you have to be so hot?”
Bay: “I went swimming in a volcano just for you.”

Blizzard: {I’ve been here as long as she has. Where’s my hot legacy spare?}
Don’t worry. We’ll send you home with somebody. Maybe we’ll even get a second cage and find a cute womrat
girlfriend for you. We definitely won’t leave you to rot in an abandoned college house. *pat pat*
Blizzard: {I am filled with despair.}

Well, now that that’s out of the way, meet Saffron White, who continually defies attempts to nickname her. She is a
4/8/3/10/9 Pleasure Libra who wants to Become a Game Designer. Eh, it’s one I’ve seen about three times in
heirs and spouses so far, but at least it’s not 50 Dream Dates. *shudder* Saffron is playful and a little naturally
charismatic, and had her fair share of angst as a teenager on account of the deaths of her parents and the unique
way her grandmother went. I’m hoping to see her bloom a little more in college, since she is our ninth generation
heiress!
Saffron is a domesticated plant completely unknown in the wild. The spice is a lovely deep red-orange color, and
has uses in medicine as well as in food.

Bay White is Saffron’s twin brother. Since he was born last, that makes him the youngest of generation nine. He is a
0/6/7/3/10 Family Pisces who wants to Become Captain Hero—the other incredibly common career-oriented LTW
around here. He cares deeply about other people, especially those related to him (family sim), but when he’s not
comforting someone, he is almost always badly punning everything anyone says. He already fears majoring in Political
Science—good thing he wasn’t chosen to be heir, then!
The bay leaf is one of my favorite spices. Drop it in soup, and the soup becomes heaven incarnated into food. However,
some types of plant that look like bay (like mountain laurel) are poisonous, so be careful there, and you have to remove
the stiff bay leaves from your food before eating it or risk choking or scratching the digestive tract. Nice, huh?

Clary: “Alright, June. I was thinking, you know, for our graduation party and all, we need to do something special,
not just the buffet table and smustle floor that my mom did. It’s gotta be great!”
June: “Yeah, yeah. Exactly.”
Clary: “We’ll need to send the fresh meat out for fireworks and confetti. And we’ll need cake. Lots and lots of
cake. What do you think, what flavors do you like?”
June: “Yeah. Sure.”

Clary: “Are you listening to me at all?”
June: “Uh-huh. Sure.”

Spike: “Hey! You guys aren’t dressed! We’re leaving!”
Clary: “UGH! WHERE are we supposed to going, Spike!? We’re busy in here! We have a graduation party to
plan! And we don’t have a whole lot of time to set up! And you expect us to GO!?”

Spike: “Um… to Uncle Dane’s dinner party…? Fennel and Saffron and I are all dressed and ready…”
June: *sigh* “Fine. Just let us get dressed.”
Bay: “You get dressed. I’m going to get suited. I’m not wearing any dress.”
Spike: “You guys…”

Clary: “NO ONE is going ANYWHERE until this dumb PARTY has been planned, you hear me!?”
Spike: “Aw, but Clary…”
Clary: “NO!!”

Clary: “Actually, on second thought, take Bay with you and go. He’s much too distracting. We have real work here
to do, you know!”

Alright, so everyone who’s going is ready, right?
Fen: “Fen is!”
…Fen.
Fen: “It’s called ‘grunge,’ Author. It’s fashionable. Everyone will be jealous of Fen.”

Arie: “Oh, good. You’re already dressed. That saves me a lot of trouble.”
Spike: “Oh hi, Aunt Arie! Are you going to the dinner, too?”
Arie: “Psh, no. Fancy dinners aren’t my thing. Especially when they’re marking the end of my mom’s legacy. No,
I’m here because Saffron and I are going man hunting.”

Bay: “She’s joking… right?”
Arie: “Joking? Who’s joking? Saffron, you are the heiress, AND a young adult, and yet you’re single! This is
unacceptable. You and I are going to go find you a man. We’re not going to waste any time this generation! Of
course, this would be a whole lot easier if your wishing well hadn’t been stolen, but what can you do.”
Saffron: “Aunt Arie, this is sort of bad timing, you know? I kind of want to go to the dinner…”

Arie: “Nonsense! Come on, I know the perfect place!”
Saffron: “Hey, let go of my arm!”
Men: “…”

Fen: “Hm, not bad. Seems a little out of place in a residential block like this, but Fen likes it.”
Bay: “Why the windowless shack over there?”
Fen: “The servants have to have somewhere to cook, don’t they? Come on. Fen’s going in.”

Bay: “On second thought, I’m going to bow out. I’m not that hungry.”
Spike: “Aw, Bay…”
Fen: “Come on, Bay. Don’t be a party pooper. Fen’s hungry; he’s been starving himself all day for this. What’s the deal?”
Bay: “It’s just… it’s nothing. Just a bad feeling.”
Fen: “More like you want to spend more time with June.”

Bay: “…”
Fen: “Ha-ha, Fen guessed it, didn’t he?”
Spike: “Bay, don’t you want to hang out with us?”
Bay: “Seriously. I’m just going to go home. Let me know how it all goes.”

Fen: “Fen is impressed.”
Spike: “You know, there’s not as many people here as I thought there’d be.”
Pepper: “Aha! Fen, Spike! Your nameplates are right over here! Come join us!”

Oscar: “Where’s Saffron, Clary, and Bay? Aren’t they coming, too? It’s just, their nameplates are here and all…”
Fen: “They wussed out. Fen is disappointed in them.”
Nix: “Darn. I was all excited to meet the new heiress, too.”
Spike: “Um, sorry, who are you?”
Nix: “Oh, I’m Nix. Pepper and Oscar’s daughter. Generation eight, and proud of it!”

Adam: “So, if Clary, Saffron, and Bay are not coming, we are now only waiting upon Solander and his family, and
our host, correct?”
Laurel: “You would think that the host would be punctual for his own party, wouldn’t you?”
Ollie: “He did call ahead, you know. Said his car had a flat, and that we should start eating.”
Laurel: “Oleander, please. One does not begin to eat before one’s host has arrived. Honestly, I thought you were
raised better than that.”

Fen: “Forget that. Fen is eating.”

Clary: *sigh* “Hi, Aunt Lara. Look, I just need to ask a question. Did Saffron bring the box of tulle, like I told her
to?”
Lara: [Why not just ask her? She’s there with you, isn’t she?]
Clary: “No, she’s at her dumb dinner party. The one Uncle Dane’s throwing.”

Lara: “Dane? Uncle Dane and Aunt Lucy both are in Veronaville shooting a movie. He couldn’t be throwing a
dinner party here, unless he’s gotten himself a private jet since I last talked to him.”
Clary: [Then who’s party is everyone at?]

Fen: “That was delicious. It’s too bad none of you got to eat before the plates got all smelly. At least Fen got to
finish eating. You know, they rotted awfully quickly.”
Pepper, Nix: “…”
Fen: “What? What’s with those looks?”

Arc: “These are the urns of my wife and son, and this is the lot on which they died. We seem to be missing quite a
few guests, but thank you all for coming to my party.”

Fen: “Okay, that’s enough for Fen. Come on, Spike. Let’s go.”
Arc: “Ah. I thought we might run into this snag.”

Fen: *gasp*
Arc: “Oh, don’t tell me no one else tried the food? You really just let it rot in front of you? Shame.”

Spike: “Fen? FEN!?”
Arc: “Sit back down, everyone. There is more to come than a few poisoned plates, and you don’t want to miss it,
do you?”

Bay: “Aunt Arie! Aunt Arie! Come on, pick up, pick up…!”

Arie: [Hello, this is Arie. You have some nerve calling in the middle of manhunt night, Bay. …Bay?]

Spike: “You killed him! How could you!? How—how could you do this!?”
Arc: “You generation nines are ticking time bombs. Really all five of you were supposed to come, but I guess I can
start with just you two.”
Spike: “But WHY!? Is this how my parents died!? Did you kill them too!?”

Arc: “Who, Rhea and Shane? Oh no, that wasn’t me. Much as I’d love to take credit for that tidy little mess, I had
nothing to do with it.”

Arc: “Although I did make some very useful acquaintances as a direct cause of it. You look ravishing this evening,
Contessa.”
Contessa: “Flatterer. I claim the cute blond boy over there.”
Arc: “Be my guest; I’m done here. Bon appétit.”

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