September 2088. Jordan Graham is 28, Ingrid Thompson is 25, Clayton Dodd is 21.
previously: the summer of 2085
Ingrid paced the camper for half an hour. She got dressed, trying to make as much noise as possible. This man slept like a rock. Or maybe the problem was that he stayed up all night talking to his lover and then fell asleep on an actual rock. In any case, Ingrid felt restless and wanted to start the day.
She stood over his cot and cleared her throat. “Ahem.”
And he finally woke with a startle and a small yelp.
She chuckled. “Oh my gosh, I thought you’d never wake up! Do you always sleep this late?”
He just blinked his eyes and continued sitting up.
“Can we stay a day? Stretch our legs? I’d like to get some landscape shots, do a little yoga somewhere ethereal, and maybe I’ll write a poem, too.”
“Eh, sure,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind a hike.”
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boxes and squares #2: this is not that story again
boxes and squares #1: go your own way
September 2088. Jordan Graham is 28, Ingrid Thompson is 25, Maria Boone is 26, Colette Marin is 31.
previously: Jordan had plans to shake up his life // then Maria kissed him in the kitchen at work // he's not letting Colette tell him what to do anymore // and Ingrid conned convinced Jordan to drive her out to California
Ian and Ingrid have done everything together, every moment of their lives since they were born. Until September 14th, 2088, when Ingrid asked if he wanted to tag along on their epic adventure out to the Pacific coast, and Ian said. “Nah, I’m good.”
And Ingrid said, “Oh! Really? Right on, brother! Go your own way!”
my sweetheart #10: call it what you want
September 2088. Jordan Graham is 28, Ingrid Thompson is 24, Maria Boone is 26, Johanna is 4.
warnings: NSFW
“Hey! What’s the story, morning glory?”
Ingrid’s voice was entirely too energetic for eight in the morning, bubbling with the energy of a late-night party that never ended. Jordan had a sore neck and a sore back, and there was no comfortable way to sleep in the cab of this truck. Technically homeless now, he needed to find another option. It would have been much more comfortable to roll out his sleeping bag and sleep under the stars, but he had just too much pride to do that. In the suburbs, at least. He just needed to get out of here.
my sweetheart #3: feral
August 2088. Jordan Graham is 28, Maria Boone is 26, Willow Nova is 7, Johanna Boone is 4.
one day before the wedding…
Jordan balanced six feet off the ground on a step ladder, with wires and electric candles in hand, while outside there were children’s voices counting down from ten, “Ready or not, here I come!” Then, whoosh. A streak of yellow and red and loose brown hair, breezing by with such force that the ladder swayed, even though the tiny girl couldn’t have weighed forty pounds. Maria’s girl, Johanna.
One of these kids would be the death of him. Or might have been, had his days not been numbered here. So, in that regard, he wasn’t mad. Someday he knew he would even remember the chaos of all this with fondness.
But, in any case, it wasn’t safe. “Not in the barn today,” he called out.
“I need to hide,” Johanna hissed from underneath the table, in something between a whisper and a dinosaur growl.
Johanna was the littlest of the bunch. Stephanie’s girls were bigger and should know better, but Johanna was only four. Jordan came down from the ladder.
Jordan balanced six feet off the ground on a step ladder, with wires and electric candles in hand, while outside there were children’s voices counting down from ten, “Ready or not, here I come!” Then, whoosh. A streak of yellow and red and loose brown hair, breezing by with such force that the ladder swayed, even though the tiny girl couldn’t have weighed forty pounds. Maria’s girl, Johanna.
One of these kids would be the death of him. Or might have been, had his days not been numbered here. So, in that regard, he wasn’t mad. Someday he knew he would even remember the chaos of all this with fondness.
But, in any case, it wasn’t safe. “Not in the barn today,” he called out.
“I need to hide,” Johanna hissed from underneath the table, in something between a whisper and a dinosaur growl.
Johanna was the littlest of the bunch. Stephanie’s girls were bigger and should know better, but Johanna was only four. Jordan came down from the ladder.
why are you here? #4: then go
previously: the last time she tried to hug him was a little awkward // Colette crushed all his hopes and dreams
There were two weeks left before the revised date of Stephanie’s wedding, which had Jordan occupied outside, much to Maria’s disappointment. She’d missed him while he was away with his boys. For the kitchen staff, it was still too early to start food preparations for the wedding, so their workload was the regular fare—catering orders and supper club prep. She wasn’t too busy to steal five minutes to go find him.
The weather couldn’t be more perfect, and everyone hoped it would hold for the wedding, but it was still too far out to know for certain. The barn was scented with the light fumes of fresh paint. Those would dissipate in the next two weeks. Banners of gauzy ivory chiffon draped the ceiling between hanging pendant lights. The lights weren’t turned on yet, but Maria knew when they were, it would be breathtaking in here.
Jordan stood at the back door, gazing out, absently, somewhere beyond the trees.
She stood next to him. God, I missed you, she wanted to say. Did you miss me, too? Did you remember me at all?
Instead, she booped his pink nose and said, “You’re sunburned.”
Oh, god, Maria, she said to herself, did you actually just boop that man on the nose?
Yes, she did. Thankfully, he didn’t look unamused by it.
Carly & Kyle: the wedding
May 2088. Carly Cook is 33, Kyle Kowalski is 31.
previously: Carly & Kyle got engaged
Carly is an old character whose story existed across three game versions and several blogs, much of it even off-camera. I know there are parts of her story that I can’t find on any of the blogs now—maybe they were in drafts of things I never got around to posting? Like the ending of her relationship with Joe. Or that she and Kyle were breaking up, then they were suddenly back together and getting engaged. There was some in between, I’m sure, but I can’t find it now, lol!
Well, she’s here now and she’s finally getting married!
the best you can do
October 2087, Laney Thompson is 28, Ingrid and Ian Thompson are 24, Wesley Grant is 30, Odin Grant is 27, Evie Bachman is 23, Jessica Pendleton is 25.
*previously: when Ian and Ingrid got kicked out // when Laney met Andreas // where Andreas went // Jessica’s disappointing birthday
*previously: when Ian and Ingrid got kicked out // when Laney met Andreas // where Andreas went // Jessica’s disappointing birthday
Laney was finally ready to date. She had spent two prime years of her life longing for an impossibility. She had built up Andreas in her mind as her ideal, her one and only, when in reality, they were only close for a couple of months. It sounded so silly when she thought about it that way.
So she would try to date. She’d already struck out with the local dating pool, which was full of married men and eighteen-year-old college students. No thanks. Next step, online dating.
Laney made herself a profile and sent it out into the world. She discovered that even a moderately attractive, bumbling woman would be flooded with responses within minutes. At first she was flattered until she read some of the messages and soon became annoyed. Ranging from the mildly lame, “Damn, you fine! Hit me up girl!” to a very detailed account of what exactly some Romeo would like to slide between her milky jugs.
Beyond that, Laney found three eligible bachelors. Ronnie messaged her first, but she thought him too forward and a bit smarmy. Darwin sounded nice, but came with a dead wife and nine-year-old daughter—Laney felt guilty for passing. Wesley was educated, well spoken, career-minded, and interesting, if maybe a little snobbish. Laney would rather deal with snobbish than vulgar.
So she wrote back to Wesley.
September/October birthdays
September-October 2087
The Pendleton sisters are delightful young ladies, treasures to anyone who ever knew them. They are charming, generous, and friendly with everyone. But some of their closest friends and favorite bar buddies would have to be the Thompson siblings.
Who are, unfortunately, not as universally delightful. Each has their strong points, mind you. And as friends, they make a solid pack. Laney is a reliable, compassionate, good listener. Ingrid is daring and fun, up for anything at any time. Ian is very clever, and can hold his own in conversation about most any topic. Beyond friendship, though, these three are a hot hot mess. Jamie knows better than to mix friendship and romance, after being on and off for over a decade with her ex. She tried to warn Jessica that she would be wise to steer her efforts elsewhere.
that fateful summer
This story is less about what's happening now, and more about what happened before. Luisa Palmer is turning one year old today—now let's talk about who she is and how she got here.
Laney Thompson first laid eyes on her Greek dreamboat on an otherwise unassuming Friday night, while out on a bar crawl with her sister. The Greek Dreamboat was Ingrid's name for him, although Laney wouldn't disagree that he was a dreamboat. That he was hers was another question. Laney knew that Andreas never belonged to her even for a moment, and sadly he never would be.
Laney Thompson first laid eyes on her Greek dreamboat on an otherwise unassuming Friday night, while out on a bar crawl with her sister. The Greek Dreamboat was Ingrid's name for him, although Laney wouldn't disagree that he was a dreamboat. That he was hers was another question. Laney knew that Andreas never belonged to her even for a moment, and sadly he never would be.
hi ho, hi ho: Steffie's first day working at Coolidge House
February 2086.
Off to work she goes.
In game, Stephanie is working in the part-time manual labor career. That career actually pays a TON of money. Like nearly $50-something an hour at entry level which is much higher than most of the adult entry-level careers, so I'm rather restrictive about who can enter that career. But Stephanie's quarterly wages will be deducted from Sharon's business account, and she did say that she paid well! Mostly I liked the hours, weekend mornings, so that Justin can stay home with the girls.
Off to work she goes.
In game, Stephanie is working in the part-time manual labor career. That career actually pays a TON of money. Like nearly $50-something an hour at entry level which is much higher than most of the adult entry-level careers, so I'm rather restrictive about who can enter that career. But Stephanie's quarterly wages will be deducted from Sharon's business account, and she did say that she paid well! Mostly I liked the hours, weekend mornings, so that Justin can stay home with the girls.
Ingrid
July 2088, age 24
Ingrid Clover Thompson, "Iggy"
born: September 26, 2063 — Libra
toddler trait:
child aspiration:
aspiration 1: creativity, painting
aspiration 2: romance, serial romantic
TS2 aspiration: pleasure/knowledge
TS3 traits: charismatic, daredevil, dramatic, great kisser, irresistible, avant-garde, commitment issues, photographer's eye, bookworm
TS4 traits:
character traits: poetic, idealistic, charming, emotionally distant, passionate, short attention span
talent/weakness:
MBTI:
religion:
politics:
loves: feminism, art, poetry, political protests, intense summer flings
hates: injustice, poverty, capitalism, boredom
education:
- SSU Fine Arts (3.2), class of 2085
career:
- freelance photographer and artist
career history:
- none
skilled at: painting 6, charisma 6, photography 5, logic 4
wanted to be when he/she was a child:
orientation: straight
IFS: -2
romance:
- single
romantic history:
- "unnamed guy in the picture who looks like Charlie," 2 months, fall 2083
- Kyle Kowalski, flirtation, summer 2085
- Charlie Roseland, intense super crush, summer 2085 to eternity
- Kevin Pittman, mutual rebound, fall 2085 to spring 2086
- Josh Nelson, short fling, winter 2086
- Jordan Graham, unrequited crush, summer 2088
parents: Adam and Heather Thompson
siblings: Laney Thompson, Ian Thompson (twin)
children: --
grandchildren: --
friendships:
enemies: former bestie, Maria (Corelli) Boone
DNA:
weight:
fitness:
health history:
legal history:
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