DOARS- Week 7 Day 6- Crumbs

Welcome Back! I know you've been dying to find out what comes next after the big reveal, so read on!
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-Excerpt from Pat's Diary-
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I am real. Can you believe it? I can't! I've been waiting my whole life for this moment. For as long as I can remember I've been only able to interact with one person, only able to observe the world around me, and unable to find out the whole truth about myself. I've been questioning who and what I am for the majority of my life.

That changed when the ambassador arrived. He left me little notes or pictures or whispered to me when and where he guessed I would be, since he couldn't actually know, given that I was a figment of Hector's imagination.. sort of. Hector tried to keep me apprised of most of the goings on, but that was more because he needed a confidant than because he thought it would actually be useful to me.

When I found out that I was an alien, the ambassador forbid me from even telling Hector! He said it would get in the way of his research. And even with my two sources of information I have so many questions and I need so many answers about how I'm going to help save the people that I don't know, but that claim to be mine. There is someone that has the answers, though, and she's going to give me them whether she wants to or not. I just hope it'll be more of a conversation than an interrogation. Either way, I will find out everything I want to know.



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Dear Diary,


When I woke up this morning, I had an odd memory of hearing sounds and unfamiliar voices during the night. This wasn't the first time this kind of thing has happened, you know, but it was the first time I'd heard two female voices, or thought I heard. I can't really say, if it wasn't all in my dreams, then I was in between sleep, which, is extremely blurry and would never stand up in a court of law. Well, with all the strange stuff that happens around here, I'm gonna say it was probably just in my over active imagination. I mean, the other voice was most decidedly not Raquel's and as far as I know there is only one female alien left, Zhiddezoe.

Oh, hadn't I said that before? Well, it's just a rumor, or well, I read between the lines and inferred it based on what she told me the other day. I'm pretty sure I'm right, though they'll never admit it, of course. They are so close to the end, that their entire civilization boils down to just a handful of males and one female who, in my opinion, is too old for childbearing. Which is why I've been pondering about why Hector seems more important to them than Raquel. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't like to think of either of my children being used as breeders to foment the alien population, what parent would? But, I'm not blind to the practical issues raised by an overwhelming lack of one gender. Surely you can see what I mean. Looking at it from a strictly logistical viewpoint they need a breed-able female. Well, maybe they need a strong intelligent man more, but if that's the case, then unless they find a way to reproduce amongst themselves, just having Hector around isn't going to be sufficient. Anyways, it's way too early to be having these kinds of thoughts, and I just hope and pray that they'll find a way to reproduce that doesn't involve my family in the slightest.
Are aliens and sims even able to procreate?


Well, back to the day I was having and not the far out thoughts I was thinking, the first thing I did was investigate the house and see who all was around. I mean, of course I believed it was all in my head, but you never can be too sure. The first person I found was Hector on the weight bench. Since he seems to be full of answers, or at least knows when answers are not to be had, I asked him about it. In between grunts and huffs (maybe when he was working out wasn't the right time to question him) he told me that I was getting old and imagining things. Thanks, son. I believe him, though. With the kind of life we'd been leading, I was probably getting a little paranoid about things and imagining new intrigues that didn't exist. I can get like that sometimes.


Having confirmed that my imagination is indeed over active, I abandoned my perusal of the house for a more useful venture, that of tending the garden, which was moved outside again as yesterday was the first official day of spring. Cycl0n3 had taught me quite a few things about garden care and I had a little time to take care of the garden for him. Don't get me wrong, he loves his garden and would spend all day every day in it if he could, but that's the problem, hence my recent interest in the activity. More time with my husband can't be a bad thing!

Speaking of hubby, he came out and joined me for several hours, until it was time for me to go to work, then off I went. I feel a bit bad about not spending any time with my kids before they went to school, but I'm sure they enjoyed whatever Cycl0n3 made for breakfast. And since I kidnapped Raquel yesterday, she probably had some homework to catch up on, which I only would have distracted her from.

Wait, were they three kids who got on that bus? It must be someone from across the street or near here. Do we have new neighbors? That's kind of exciting! It's not too often that people move in, except for the strange people who live across the street. They're so creepy and mysterious! Sometimes I feel like they're always watching us! It would be almost too much to hope for for them to move out and a nice family with a teenager to move in.

"What do you mean the answer to who was behind the Holocaust isn't Tony? Every school aged alien knows at least that much!"
*sigh* "Mom will be home soon, if you don't want her finding out about you, you'll go to Hector room... and finish your homework... alone."

Cycl0n3 spent the day in town cameo-ing, or something like that, so the kids came home from school to an empty house. Poor guys! They're really great kids, though, so I'm sure they did their homework and didn't throw a wild party or anything. I guess they really wouldn't have time for that, though, since I do get home from work at 6, and that would only give them a few hours. Well, you never know what kids can get up to in just a few hours! Bad kids, though, and mine are good and responsible, so I'm sure it was homework all around.

When I got home from work, I said hello to the kids, who were working on the usual stuff, Hector at the telescope, Raquel doing homework. They both kind of muttered a 'hello' to me, but they were obviously quite involved in their own activities. Also, it had started snowing, sadly, which meant the plants were going to be dormant... again. Great! Actually over the past few days we do have enough saved up that it shouldn't make much of a difference. We already have at least two weeks worth of food! Fantastic, right? Anyways, that's just a long round about way of saying that I'm not sure we'll go back to the planters this year, though I suppose it's up to the gnomes, now isn't it?

While doing laundry, I heard the oddest thing. It sounded like there were noises coming from Hector's room. I checked and made sure that it wasn't my room, and it wasn't. There was a clanging or a clinking of glass or metal or something going on in Hector's room. It was probably nothing, just the random potion stuff he works on settling in whatever he had it stored in. The gnome was sitting on the dryer again, so it wasn't him messing around with stuff. I was about to investigate the noise and put my mind at ease when I got distracted.






Shirtless husbands who have been working out have a tendency to distract one from maybe-not-so-imaginary noises.

Still madly in love with my husband,

Lynn Sw0rd
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-Excerpt from Raquel's Diary-
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This is never going to work.


My mom isn't dumb, she's going to find out that we have an alien living with us. Only coming out when mom's not home is fine and dandy, but I could have sworn that I heard her making noises in Hector's room after mom came home. Hector was outside, so yeah, if she put two and two together, then that is not good, or at least not a good way to keep things on the down-low. Pat's going to get caught if she keeps that behavior up. I told them that they should just come out and tell mom what's going on, but Pat said she needs time. Time for what? Well, of course she wouldn't tell me.

If it hadn't been for school, I wouldn't have even found out about her, but hiding her at school was, apparently, the best option, and thus I met her on the bus, all bundled up in a hoodie, no less, but still I could tell she was an alien. You might be thinking to yourself that taking an alien to school to spend time with all of the teenagers in town isn't the brightest way to keep one from being discovered. I'm with you on that one, but I think she hung out in the unused science lab all day, and as far as I know she didn't get caught. Maybe she has some alien power that helps her be invisible.
Anyways, from what Hector's told me, I guess she's the 'helper' people have been talking about.I tried asking her about it, but she was very quiet and secretive about everything, so I gave up and went to bed.

Only, after going to bed I heard some strange noises outside and went out to investigate. Now, let me just say that winter had officially ended, but it did start to snow that day, so I was pretty happy that it was cold again. But, investigating the noises wasn't just an excuse to go outside and savor the last cold weather of the year. Really. Ok, I don't believe me, either, I've never investigated any of the previous weird noises outside, and there have been a lot of them. What can I say? I love the cold. I was born that way.

I was just investigating, but Rommich had other plans for the night. Plans that didn't involve staying on simWorld.

I must say that being the confidant of everyone (now even Rommich) is taking it's toll on me. I know so many things that I dare not even write. It's hard to imagine that anyone other than the aliens and myself know more than I do. How am I supposed to deal with that? Now, I've seen the civilization that we're trying to protect with my own eyes. I've been to their planet. I've fought in their war. How can my life ever go back to normal? Do I even want it to?

One thing is for sure, though, Tony must die. I will do anything to make sure that happens.


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So now we've got our lovely kids on their own missions, Hector, against his nature, is doing everything he can to save the aliens, and Raquel, against her nature, has vowed to destroy someone! Exciting, no?