a bit of backstory for Bell and Cam
The backstory for Ophelia's birth is a little all over the place between a few different blogs. She was born in the messy haze of my transition between playing TS2 and TS3, so I wanted to gather some of it together so people didn't have to do too much digging for this branch of the story.
Ophelia was conceived in TS2, on her parents' honeymoon, actually. Bell was worried then about losing her job. Her producers were annoyed at the first two surprise pregnancies, and when the third came along, she knew she was going to be in trouble. And she did lose that part in the end, especially as her pregnancy became complicated and she would not have been able to work at all for a very long time.
nothing's gonna change my world
September 2084. The International Lunar Station. Keri Riley was 23.
soundtrack: Across the Universe, by The Beatles
Keri had fooled herself to think that she could ever be a warrior. She was a spoiled trust fund baby and pampered princess. She never got good grades in school, she was mediocre at sports, and she wasn’t exceptionally talented at anything except spending her daddy’s money. And later, her husband’s money, too.
Justin told her that he would support her, but he didn’t believe in her, either. She could tell. Nobody really believed in her. She’d never been any farther outside the reach of planet Earth than the moon’s orbit. She’d flown in one launch, and now she was here in these long gray rooms with fabricated air and gravity that was 83% wrong and dizzying at first. She wasn't allowed to zoom around the solar system in a little jet. It wasn’t her job to build systems or repair rockets. They would never let her mine ore or quarry rock. Keri’s job was to sit a small gray cubicle, look at a smaller gray monitor, and relay what information she was told to relay into a tiny gray headset wrapped around her ears.
Why couldn’t the headset be colored, at least? Emerald green, like the forests.
“It’s standard issue,” they said. “It just has to get the job done.”
Keri missed emerald green.
soundtrack: Across the Universe, by The Beatles
Keri had fooled herself to think that she could ever be a warrior. She was a spoiled trust fund baby and pampered princess. She never got good grades in school, she was mediocre at sports, and she wasn’t exceptionally talented at anything except spending her daddy’s money. And later, her husband’s money, too.
Justin told her that he would support her, but he didn’t believe in her, either. She could tell. Nobody really believed in her. She’d never been any farther outside the reach of planet Earth than the moon’s orbit. She’d flown in one launch, and now she was here in these long gray rooms with fabricated air and gravity that was 83% wrong and dizzying at first. She wasn't allowed to zoom around the solar system in a little jet. It wasn’t her job to build systems or repair rockets. They would never let her mine ore or quarry rock. Keri’s job was to sit a small gray cubicle, look at a smaller gray monitor, and relay what information she was told to relay into a tiny gray headset wrapped around her ears.
Why couldn’t the headset be colored, at least? Emerald green, like the forests.
“It’s standard issue,” they said. “It just has to get the job done.”
Keri missed emerald green.
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