Case Study House, Lunar Lakes
Zzz… no, that ain’t a rock in my pocket, sugarbaby zzz…
Chad: What a dream. That Hermione Granger is one fine piece of—Where am I? I hate when this happens.
Apple: Er, hello?
Chad: Well, you ain’t no bushy haired Gryffindor but I’ll take it.
Apple: Excuse me?
Chad: I feel… oddly connected to you. Who are you?
Apple: My name is Apple, I just woke up in another room and… found you and… you should put some clothing on.
Chad: Well, see, that’s the problem. You woke up in another room when you SHOULDA woke up in here next to me, girl.
Chad: WAIT A SECOND KILL ME WITH SHOCK I JUST CHECKED OUR RELATIONSHIP ARE YOU MY DAUGHTER?
Apple: Ugh, it seems so. Unfortunately.
Chad: Gross. Glad we didn’t wake up next to each other then.
Apple: I don’t remember how I got here, or why, or who you are besides… my father, I guess. And I don’t know why any of this is happening.
Chad: Neither do I. Hey, maybe you should find out for us!
Apple: Yeah, okay.
Fifi Trixibelle: Nice top.
Apple: Thanks, you too.
Fifi Trixibelle: That shade of purple seems so… familiar…
Fifi Trixibelle: Wait a second…
Fifi Trixibelle: This might be weird, but are you my mom?
Apple: Something tells me I am, but I don’t see how. We’re the same age! How could I be your mother? I don’t recall ever giving birth, although I did just meet some creep who calls himself my father and that doesn’t seem possible at all…
Fifi Trixibelle: Hmm, this is super strange. Why are we even here? How did we get here?
Apple: No idea. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.
Fifi Trixibelle: Wait, so if you ran into your father, that’s my grandpa, right? I should go see him too!
Apple: Noooo, don’t. Do not recommend whatsoever.
Fifi Trixibelle: Oh. Well, I’m going to get to the bottom of this.
Fifi Trixibelle: A hobo?
Fifi Trixibelle: Psst.
Moon Unit: Urrrggnn…
Fifi Trixibelle: Good morning.
Moon Unit: Uuuuuugh good morninnnng.
Moon Unit: Were you watching me sleep? You creeper.
Fifi Trixibelle: NO, I just got here.
Fifi Trixibelle: Guess what? I think I’m your mother.
Moon Unit: Haha. My mother. Yeah right. Stop looking at me like that.
Fifi Trixibelle: No, I’m serious. Think about it for a second, you’ll see.
Moon Unit: You are out of your… gasp.
Moon Unit: Aw, mommy.
Fifi Trixibelle: Don’t call me that. I don’t know you.
Moon Unit: MOMMY.
Fifi Trixibelle: Sigh.
Fifi Trixibelle: Your grandma and great grandpa are down the hall too, apparently. Something weird is going on. As your mother, I command you to find out what.
Moon Unit: Jeeze, so pushy. My childhood must’ve been terrible.
Pilot Inspektor: The fish… the fish lie. They don’t know how to make a sponge cake. Stupid fish. Hope they never find Nemo.
Pilot Inspektor: *sniffs* You smell like my mother.
Moon Unit: What?
Pilot Inspektor: You look like my mother, too.
Moon Unit: Impossible. I don’t even like children.
Pilot Inspektor: Who is that?
Moon Unit: That’s MY mother. Back off.
Pilot Inspektor: Prove you’re not my mother.
Moon Unit: Fine.
Moon Unit: Would your mother do THIS and risk her face sticking like that? Nnnnaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhggggle!
Pilot Inspektor: Bloooooooooooooommmmmpppppp. Yes.
Pilot Inspektor: See! You ARE my mother. I’m going to tell my daughter who is downstairs I’m pretty sure.
Pilot Inspektor: Daughter, I presume?
Pilot Inspektor: Daughter?
Sage Moonblood: Are you… talking to me?
Pilot Inspektor: Yes, daughter.
Sage Moonblood: I have had A LOT of juice today, you’re going to have to slow down.
Pilot Inspektor: Woman I have never met, I am your faaaaather.
Sage Moonblood: Ah, okay… I’m, uh, going to the kitchen now. Need more booze for this conversation.
Sage Moonblood: Is my juice box still in there?
Peahes Honeyblossom: Er, the box wine? Yeah.
Sage Moonblood: Good.
Sage Moonblood: …WAIT A SECOND.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Um. What?
Sage Moonblood: I’m your mom! How crazy.
Peaches Honeyblossom: *chokes*
Peaches Honeyblossom: My mom.
Sage Moonblossom: Yeah, I dunno. It’s a thing now I guess.
Peaches Honeyblossom: What in the world.
Chad: So this is my legacy, aw yeeee.
Fifi Trixibelle: No one knows what this is about, I wouldn’t call it your legacy just yet.
Pilot Inspektor: I want a new mother, this one’s mean.
Moon Unit: I’m not your mother!
Chad: We’re all here for some reason. I’m just sayin’ it seems like I’m the daddy of you all.
Pilot Inspektor: I wish I had a daddy.
Peaches Honeyblossom: How do you know that for sure? Maybe someone is just screwing with our heads. We’re all the same age, it’s impossible that we’re 6 generations of a family all sitting around a dining room table.
Chad: I know this in my heart, because you’re all fine as hell.
Moon Unit: But if we all descended from you, why don’t we remember anything? How did we get here? And why does my alleged “son” think his own daughter is hot?
Chad: Look, let’s not question the science of it, okay? I ain’t no rocket surgeon. Besides, she IS hot. That’s a fact, ‘cause she comes from my loins.
Sage Moonblood: Oh dear.
Peaches Honeyblossom: I’m going to vomit.
Pilot Inspektor: My feelings are MINE, mom. You have no right to judge.
Chad: It looks like we’re gonna have to just hang out here in this weird place until we get some answers. I hope the ladies in the neighborhood are hot since you’re all out of the question.
Chad: I just wonder why it ends with blondie here…
Pilot Inspektor: But okay CAN I GET A NEW MOTHER? YOU THERE. Grandma. Be my mom instead.
Pilot Inspektor: I’m GRUMPY at you.
Fifi Trixibelle: You’re gonna have to claim him eventually.
Chad: Sorry, bro. But I guess that’s all we can talk about right now. Go do your thang, family.
To be continued…
Hey, everyone! Today marks exactly five years. FIVE. YEARS. That’s how long this legacy has been going. Now, I don’t know the average amount of time a legacy usually takes, but I’m pretty sure five years is not it. Not nearly. Plenty of your legacies have finished already. Some of you have probably even started legacies after those finished legacies and finished the new legacies also. Should I be happy or ashamed? I’m not sure, so I’m going to go with blissful ignorance. YAY FIVE YEARS.
A lot can happen in five years. People can go from age 14 to 19, for example, completing four years of high school and starting college. My son was born a month before this legacy began. He was a drooling, pooping baby, and now he’s learning to read. People can get married, have babies, go on cool trips, earn degrees, build an airplane from the ground up. Like six new iPhones can be released. A new season of Sherlock can happen. I hope that something fantastic has happened to each and every one of you in the past five years, and I sincerely thank you all for reading this today. Even if you haven’t been here since the beginning, even if you’re just seeing this today, thank you for being here now. If you want, tell me something that’s happened to you in the past five years in the comments. I’d love to hear it.
HAHA so I wrote this almost a year ago. But my feelings ARE STILL MY FEELINGS so let’s go with it. ILU ALL <3 Thank you for putting up with my failure.
Me? I’ve clearly not done anything, not even this legacy XD
So this is just a short little dumb story I wanted to do to celebrate our 5th year going at it. You’ll see plenty of familiar faces and be reacquainted with not so familiar ones. There will be plenty of jokes made at my expense for taking so long. Will an actual update follow? We’ll see! On with the show.