2.6 Who You Gonna Call?

Last time, Bedivere hit the weirdest puberty ever, and Ismael agreed to secretly help him figure out what the #%$@ is going on. This time, I B.S. my way through science and the gang goes on vacation.


Being a professional Ghost Hunter is basically heaven for Ismael, the nerd. He gets to spend all night running around town in a jumpsuit covered in suspicious stains that he “liberated” from the science facility, flashing lights from his weird doohickey at sentient mist.

He wishes he had time to properly study the spirits he captures, but his ongoing tests on Bedivere leave him with very little time for other projects.


Ismael: Your genetics are truly fascinating, Bedivere. The basis of your DNA is undeniably human, but it’s almost as though someone went through the individual strands and edited certain parts.

Bedivere: Well, yeah. I am a green radiation mutant, remember?

Ismael: But that’s just it! Mutations resulting from radiation are random, and often damaging. What you have is deliberate and precise. I’d almost call it surgical. Moreover, the readings I’m getting from your brainwaves are…unique. Your brain is constantly sending out data, but I can’t tell what or who is receiving it.

Bedivere: So I’m…not a mutant. What am I then, a science experiment?!

Ismael: To put it bluntly, yes. I’ll need to run more tests to see what the changes were meant to accomplish.

Bedivere: …Do it. I’m sick of people lying to me.

Ismael and Bedivere both experiment non-stop.


Ismael seems to think that he can engineer something capable of reading whatever is being beamed out of Bedivere’s head. He calls it a “Psychic Transference Analyzer” – Bedivere stopped listening to the details around the time he started quoting mathematic formulas.


His job is to keep practicing with his newfound abilities. Ismael wants to know how much damage he can fix, what his limit is, if the mental impressions he’s getting lessen or increase when he uses his other powers, etc.


Because he doesn’t need to sleep, Bedivere is often the only one awake when a ghostly presence visits.


Bedivere: I’m not sure what’s happening right now, but I don’t like it.


Old friends bonding.


Ismael only feels a little guilty about not telling Brienne anything. In the midst of preparing for El’s wedding, she seems much calmer about Catherine’s longtime boyfriend, and it would be terrible to ruin that cautious peace because of a few simple tests he’s running on her son. Right?

He pushes that thought aside – that wasn’t what he wanted to talk about with her today anyway.


Ismael: Mrs. Gallant, I know we didn’t get off on the right foot. And I know that you don’t approve of me, or trust that I have Catherine’s best interests at heart. And I know that I’m not a reputable member of the community, and that you have no reason to like me, and-

Brienne: Get to the point, if you please.

Ismael: Right. Er. Well, Catherine and I want to spend our lives together, which would make me a part of your family. The last thing I want to do is create tension between Catherine and you, so if there’s anything I can do to earn your approval… I’ll do it.


Brienne: My dear boy, are you asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage?

Ismael: …Not exactly? More your blessing-

Brienne: Oh, this is excellent! More grandchildren to be had! Neither of my daughters will be spinsters! You will be taking her name, of course? Of course you will. Jared! Come quick! We have another wedding to plan!


Catherine: What did you do.

Bedivere: He won over mom is what he did! She’s got babies on the brain, this is basically the best way to get her to like him.

Ismael: I didn’t even say anything! She came up with weddings all on her own!

Catherine: Ugh. I am not staying in a house with my wedding-crazy mother.

Ismael: Well, I hear China is lovely this time of year.

Catherine: Huh. You know, that might actually work.


Jared: Good fucking morning you little punks! Who wants gourmet salmon for breakfast? ‘Cause you’re not getting any! It’s all for me! Muahaha!

Catherine: China definitely works. Bed, grab El, I’m calling the travel agency.

Bedivere: *squee* I’m finally gonna learn how to be a Sim Fu master!


And so, the entirety of Generation 2 ended up in poorly rendered Shang Simla.

Damn my computer’s graphics.

This chapter is shorter than usual, but I want all of the vacation nonsense to happen in one chapter, and there was A LOT of nonsense.

Aside from that, I’m just happy that I finally have a storyline worked out for Bedivere. I can’t just have an alien sim and not go into a whole sci-fi subplot surrounding him, you know? In case any of this isn’t clear right now;

  1. Brienne, Jared, El, and Catherine all know that Bedivere is an alien of some sort, but no-one outside the household does.
  2. The official story is that Bedivere was an adopted victim of a radiation leak, but Ismael’s tests are making that story look very flimsy.
  3. No one except Bedivere and Ismael know about these tests.
  4. Bedivere is accidentally connecting to some kind of “hive mind,” which was already aware of him but is surprised that he was able to contact it. He can hear it, but not understand it.
  5. For whatever reason, Gen 2’s cousin Deshaun is aware of the presence of aliens, and knows or guesses that Bedivere is one.

Aaaand that’s all we know for now. It’s all ~very mysterious~.

Oh, and one last thing:


El finished her self-portrait and Catherine’s portrait, which gives me another 2 legacy points. That brings my total score up to 10.

Thank you for reading! -Mo ❤


Liebster Award: AKA The Day My Heart Grew Three Sizes


As you may have noticed, I haven’t really been around a lot lately: School and family life hit me like a sledgehammer with a grudge, and I’ve had a half-finished chapter sitting around collecting dust for the past couple of months.

So, imagine my surprise and delight when I found out Livvie had nominated me for an award!

I don’t have a strong presence on boolprop (or much of a presence at all really) and I don’t contact anyone from there outside of this blog, so I’m really and truly honored and grateful that anyone has been keeping up with this blog and remembering me even when I’ve vanished for months on end.

On that note, on to the rules of the award!

Rule 1: Say thank you to the person who has nominated you for the award.

Livvie; Thank you. I don’t know you that well, but I can tell that you are an amazing and kind person. The Gallant Legacy has only gotten this far because of your and Mpart’s comments and encouragement, and I want to thank you both, but especially you, Livvie, for keeping me going. ❤

Rule 2: Answer the 11 questions the person has asked you.

1. What was the thing/event that made you decide to write?

Whoo, this one’s a little tough, but bear with me. Warning: discussion of mental health/mental illness.

When I was a kid, I used to write all the time: I would tell people that I was going to be an author when I grew up, I was working on about five different stories at any given moment, and I absolutely loved it. Then, some time after I started middle school, I just…stopped. There wasn’t any catalyst, or dramatic life change that made me drop that hobby. My home life was stressful, and school was getting harder, but nothing happened to turn me off of writing. It just stopped interesting me. That was almost 10 years ago.

Then high school came, and suddenly I was writing more and more, but not the stories I used to write for pleasure – instead, it was the kind of analytical essay writing that everyone has to go through in the school system. I actually enjoyed that too, in a weird way, but it exhausted me, and at the end of the day I still thought that writing was more effort than it was worth, even if it was fun.

And then college happened. It…didn’t go well for me. I had been planning on taking a gap year before starting, but my parents talked me into going straight to a school that had offered me a nice scholarship. I don’t resent them for it, they thought it was the best option for me, but I just wasn’t mentally prepared. Working on projects for school exhausted me still, but now it was worse. I would wake up the morning after finishing a paper and feel like I’d had a nap instead of a solid 8 hours of sleep. Going to classes made me feel anxious and uncomfortable for no identifiable reason, and eventually the anxiety and the constant exhaustion made it so that I stopped going to classes altogether.

I had been seeing a therapist for about 2 years at that point, so I had a mental health professional available to me every other week, but for some reason I just didn’t want to talk about what was happening to me with anyone. It wasn’t until I had a breakdown in my therapist’s office when he asked me how classes were going that the topic was forced into the open. He diagnosed me with clinical depression, advised that I take a medical leave of absence from my school until I felt secure going back, and prescribed me some antidepressants.

It’s been almost 2 years now, and I’m back in school, pursuing a degree in Communications. I still sometimes have bad days when all I want to do is stare at the wall, but now I know what that creeping foggy feeling is, and I have some really great people in my life who are understanding and willing to help me through it. A little while before I went back to school, I remembered how much I used to love writing, and playing The Sims, and decided to try to mix the two and push myself into a good habit.


So, what thing or event made me start(or rather, re-start) writing? Not any one thing, but the personal decision to try to push back against my mental illness, and do what makes me happy even if there’s an insidious voice in the back of my head saying that it’s useless. Writing still tends to exhaust me emotionally, and it can take a while to work myself up to going at it, but it’s also one of the most consistent sources of happiness in my life, so all in all I think it’s worth it.

2. Do you have a favorite character/creation/storyline? If so, who/what and why?

Hmm. Honestly, this legacy has been a damn mess in regards to coherent storylines and characterization. But if I can pull off, what I have planned to explain my universe’s supernatural elements will be pretty damn neat, if I do say so myself. ^u^ Let’s just say that I love plot twists that make all the weird stuff beforehand suddenly make sense.


3. What’s one of the things that makes you tick?

I really love understanding things. That “oh” moment you get when something finally clicks for you is such a great feeling, I love it. (Secret’s out, I’m kind of a nerd)

4. What is your least favorite story/movie/TV show?

But there’s so much terrible stuff out there to choose from! jk, jk

For real, I can actually enjoy a lot of terrible movies, just because they’re terrible, but I can’t stand something that’s disappointing. So, for me, my current least favorite is probably Iron Fist.


Pictured: A superhero show.

I was a big fan of Daredevil/Jessica Jones/Luke Cage, and seeing the last member of the Defender’s have such a “Meh” show was horribly disappointing. If you did like it, more power to you, but boardroom meetings and soap opera plot lines are not what I was looking for in a superhero show about Kung Fu. Just saying.

5. What is something you “need” in order to function each day?


Coffee. Hands down my #1 necessity. There’s a running gag with my friends where whenever we hang out, we always stop so that I can grab some coffee first. Last Christmas I got two different travel coffee mugs from two completely different people.

6. What is the thing that makes you happy every time you see/hear it?


Behold, my angel, my baby, my sweet tiny soft cat daughter! Her name is Adele and I love her to pieces and would kill a man for her without hesitation.

7. If you could live anywhere in the world – money and distance not being an issue – where would it be and why?


Venice. I went there once when I was a tiny child and I still have fond memories of that city.

8. What’s your Sims confession?

This is a very unpopular opinion amongst Simmers, so I apologize if this offends you, but I just do not get the appeal of baby or toddler sims. They’re little meatballs who can’t take care of themselves and have a terribly limited variety of clothes and hairstyles. I love real world kids, my cousin has 9-month-old twins who I adore, but for whatever reason Sims babies and toddlers just kind of irritate me. *shrug*

9. Describe your ideal “perfect” day?

I wake up naturally at 7:30 in the morning. It’s light outside, but still dim enough that I can look out the window without squinting. When I walk out into the living room, my beautiful and caring boyfriend/husband has a mug of perfectly brewed and flavored coffee waiting for me. As I drink it, he massages my back – his hands are strong, but he is incredibly gentle. We make and eat breakfast together, then spend the morning taking turns reading out loud from a book. It’s not very good, but we have a standing competition on who can make it more interesting just by how they narrate it. In the afternoon, I go for a walk in the woods around our house while he whittles wood or hugs baby animals or something. We’re close enough to a town that we get decent wifi, but far enough from anyone else that I can walk for hours without seeing another human being.

(Not realistic, but it is my ideal day!)

10. If you could trade places with any of the fictional (maybe nonfictional?) characters you have read/written/seen, who would it be and why?

When I was a kid I read this book by Eva Ibbotson called Island of the Aunts about some older women who run a secret animal sanctuary on an island and kind of kidnap some children to take care of the island when they die. The island is also a sanctuary for magical creatures like mermaids/selkies/etc, so for me as a child it was basically heaven, and I still really dig that idea.

11. To carry on the wonderful theme: can I have a hug?




Now, time to nominate other stories! These are some wonderful Simmers whose legacies I finally have time to start reading.

  1. Loralie0512 – Whisp LEPacy
  2. Saltylisa – The Valley Legacy

I would also add Livvielove’s Reapers Genetic Legacy, and Mpart’s Edhen Dath, but they were both already nominated. Go check them out if you haven’t already, give ’em some love!

And my questions for my nominees are:

  1. What is your favorite thing to write and why?
  2. What’s your favorite book + favorite non-spoilery part of that book?
  3. If you could have one wish granted, what would it be?
  4. What motivates you?
  5. Have you ever been stuck in a foreign country/another state?
  6. What’s your favorite Sims 3 Expansion Pack and why?
  7. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  8. What’s your favorite comfort food?
  9. What’s your Hogwarts house?
  10. Do you have any cats/dogs/birds/goldfish/etc?
  11. Continuing this trend…Can I have a hug?

Everyone on the boolprop forums is amazing, but unfortunately I haven’t had time until now to read many of their stories. I’m always looking for new legacies to read, so feel free to drop a comment with a link to yours!


Mo ❤


2.5 Ground Control to Major Tom

Last time, Ismael moved in, El proposed to Leo, and Bedivere learned about his alien heritage. This time, teen rebellion and a bachelorette party.


Bedivere’s pretty sure Deshaun and his stories about “aliens” are full of shit – or just plain crazy. That being said, he finds that with puberty came a bad case of insomnia, not that it seems to be affecting his state of mind. He hasn’t slept properly in days, but he still feels fresh as a daisy.


Please excuse the untextured legacy house in the background :T

One night, on a whim, he heads out to fish in the early morning hours. He’s there less than an hour before a cop shows up to bust him for his heinous criminal act of walking across the damn road breaking curfew. Wow. We’re all glad to see the Gallant’s dutifully paid taxes are funding this kind of top tier police work.

(jk, they haven’t paid a dime since Brienne bought the No Bills LTR)


Jared is characteristically furious.

Jared: You went across the road? At three a.m? You call that breaking curfew?!

Bedivere: Dad, I swear, it was just a misunder-


Jared: Next time I wanna hear you made it at least a mile, okay? Rebel against authority properly, you little punk.

Bedivere: But dad, I don’t wanna rebel against authority!

Jared: Sure ya do kid, and I’m very proud of you for it! You’re still grounded though.

Grounded in the Gallant household = being on dish duty long enough to satisfy your parents. That’s not really a punishment for Bedivere the neat freak, so instead he gets put in charge of fixing their perpetually leaky kitchen sink.


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While trying in vain to repair the piece of shit for the millionth time, Bedivere feels a sudden pressure in his skull. It feels almost like static electricity, but somehow inside his head. Acting purely on instinct, he raises his hand towards the offending appliance, and feels himself abruptly lose most of the strength in his body as the sink stops leaking.


Bedivere: Oh my plumbob Deshaun was right.

El: Great, you’ve figured out the truth, your life is a lie, blah blah blah, could you not have your little crisis in the middle of my bachelorette party?

Empathetic as always, El.

Bedivere: Ohh, my head…I…I think I’m gonna go lie down…

He heads upstairs to get away from the giggling partygoers downstairs and hopefully get over his sudden headache.


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The second his head hits the pillow, he slips into an odd trance-state. Numbers and symbols he only half-understands whirl in front of his eyes, there and then gone again in the blink of an eye.

Downstairs, the bachelorette party is in full three-person swing.


I wonder what they’re all thinking?

El: Mmm, look at that hunk of man meat. Brother in the middle of an existential crisis whom?

Catherine: It doesn’t count as ogling if I peak out of the corner of my eye, right? Right.

Connie: I can’t believe you indulged your little horse obsession by hiring a cowboy-themed stripper for your sister’s bachelorette party.

Tiff: How loud d’you think this guy would squeal if I bit him?

TIFF! No biting the male stripper!

Tiff: Whaaaat? Just a little nip! He won’t even feel it in the morning!


Tiff: *grumbles* Killjoy.


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Meanwhile, Bedivere is experiencing what can only be described as a mind fuck. The dancing holograms are joined by voices echoing in his mind. Oddly enough, although he can feel the prickle of multiple person’s attention on him, like when a kid at school stares at him from behind his back, they don’t seem to be speaking to him. Their presence feels disturbingly cold and clinical, like they’re taking notes on him rather than establishing communication.


Catherine: Hey sis, remember how you used to shove food in my face when we were kids?

El: Yeah?

Dancer: Derrrr


Catherine: It’s payback time!

Let’s all just ignore the vaguely sexual elements in this image. Speaking of which…



Catherine: God do I wish I was anywhere but here.


Catherine: Alright, gather round everyone! It’s time for me to publicly humiliate my big sister, as is tradition!

El: Aww yeah! Humiliation makes me PUMPED!

Catherine: Also, Dad, could you please put on some pants?

Jared: Not on your damn life.

All things considered, the party goes pretty well.


Some supervillain decided to create a doomsday weapon, so of course the police call up the geriatric spy to take care of it.

Brienne: I’m too old for this nonsense.


Some early morning piano practice before Danger wakes up.


As far as Brienne is concerned, Ismael is an amoral scientist willing to dissect her beloved stepson at the drop of a hat, and the only reason she hasn’t kicked him out of her house is because Catherine would be furious. None of that stops him from “subtly” trying to get on her good side.


Catherine: Ismael, how many times do I have to tell you, play it cool.

Brienne: *stony silence*


Ismael: Catherine, you are a bright light in the interminable darkness of this lonely world.

Catherine: Aww honey, no you are!


Catherine&Ismael: *smitten giggling*

El: I’m gonna barf all over this portrait.


Bedivere: Ismael, you’re a scientist, right?

Ismael: Yes..?

Bedivere: Do you think you could- I mean- … I’ve been hearing things. Lately. And I don’t want to worry Mom or Dad, but that’s the kind of thing you check out, right?

Ismael: That would be wise, yes. I’m afraid I’m a physicist, not a biologist, but I can certainly see what tests I can run.

Bedivere: Thanks man! I don’t care if Mom thinks you’re creepy, you’re seriously the best!


Warning: Unauthorized energy transfer detected. Scanning… Anomaly identified. Designation: Experimental drone X-SV001. 


Trance state initiated. Diagnostics commencing.


Diagnostics report: X-SV001 has entered Terran age range of adolescence. Hormonal imbalances have triggered hive connection, but subject appears unable to harness psychokinetic energy above minimal output. 


Conclusion: Experimental drone SV-001 presents no current danger to the hive mind, but its ability to connect without prompting or permission from within the matrix is a complication in the colonization effort. Recommended measures: Contact neighboring observation stations for any similar recorded events, and increase observation of SV-001. Reclamation and termination not necessary at this time.

*sneak in* *slides new chapter under door* *sneaks out*

*sneaks back in* *hugs Livvie for Liebster Award Nomination* *sneaks back out*