Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Character Bio: Vesper Avendale

Name: Vesper Avendale
Traits: Slob, Artistic, Absent-Minded, Dislikes Children, Friendly
Favorites: Pop, Grilled Cheese, Red
Aspiration: Visionary

Vesper is the middle child and the oldest of the twins. She is fiesty in nature, as might be evidenced by her favorite color. Since the moment she could hold on to a small utensil, she has been practicing her art. She started with the xylophone but soon discovered that it was her eyes, not ears, that cherished beauty the most.

Though she can sometimes be mean and jealous of her siblings, deep down she cares for them more than she lets on. She does tend to be rather narcissistic in nature, always thinking that she can do better or should be chosen other than someone else. Her anger and jealousy is short-lived though since she tends to lose herself once again at her easel, forgetting who she was upset with and why. Never one to hold a grudge, she moves on each day with a renewed passion for her art and life.

She never lets anyone choose her path for her and she lives life the way she sees fit. Beauty, and the display of it, is her one passion in life and supercedes everything else; boys, schoolwork, sometimes even family. After her sister's disappearance, Vesper chose to get a tattoo to symbolize her sister's spirit. Regardless of her father's disapproval, Vesper knows she did the right thing. He doesn't know she is seeing a grown man, closer to her father's age than her own but, once again, this is the path she is choosing. He seems to understand her more than any of the young, immature boys she graduated with.

In the end though, all her focus goes towards creating works of art that people will treasure for decades, even after her death. Can she find a balance between her artistic obsession and a healthy family life?

Character Bio: Verne Avendale

Name: Verne Avendale
Traits: Good, Perceptive, Hates the Outdoors, Loner, Light Sleeper
Favorites: Kids, Hamburger, Yellow
Aspiration: Pervasive Private Eye

From birth, Verne has been a bystander. His parents are both strong-willed people who know just what they want out of life. His twin sister has such an eye for art that she had practically been creating the moment she arrived out of the womb. And Uvie, well Uvie was her own spirit and nothing, not even teasing could change her. 

Among them, Verne is much like a lost soul. He spent his whole life standing by their sides and, somehow along the way, he never remembered to figure out his own desires. Cheering Vesper on during her dance recital, discussing the fairies' by-laws with Uvie, and being a straight A student don't give him the answers he needs to decide who he wants to be.

When tragedy strikes home, Verne's disgust with the laziness of the local police department suddenly inspires him. Who else could be losing family members, only to have the uniforms dawdle until the trail is cold? Who out there is missing a loved one, only to be told that, due to lack of evidence, the police don't want to look anymore so they just give up? If Verne can somehow protect another family from suffering the way his has, he will do anything he can. Not in uniform, no. He plans on working for himself to cut through the red tape and bureaucracy of the local 'system' so that people can actually be helped.

Character Bio: Uvie Avendale

Name: Uviana "Uvie" Avendale
Traits: Couch Potato, Easily Impressed, Lucky, Insane
Favorites: Egyptian, Stu Surprise, Purple
Aspiration: Animal Rescuer

Uvie, the eldest of the Avendale children, has a sweet, childlike nature. Ever since she was a little girl, her favorite past times were talking to imaginary friends, playing with her horse (though wooden he was), and imagining fairies and elves in the forest.

She's rather naive and tends to gravitate towards her imagination rather than reality. She seems to have a hard time separating the two and, in combination with that, she does and says what she thinks. Most people do not understand her so it's not unusual that, outside of her family, she has no friends. 

Even her family though, doesn't understand her. Her mother tries and seems to accept her for who she is but her father seems to have a more difficult time with it. He wants to 'fix' her and can't grasp that she is fine the way she is. The elves like her inquisitive nature. The fairies say that she will always bring luck wherever she goes and with whomever she chooses to share her life with. Her best friend is her dog, Rump who she got for Christmas one year. She doesn't see anything wrong with talking to him. He talks back!

Unfortunately, the fairies seemed to be wrong about her luck. Or were they? After her high school prom, Uvie disappeared, without warning, without note, and without any breadcrumbs to follow. Did she find her home among the mystical or are nefarious deeds to blame for her vanishing act?

Character Bio: Shane Avendale

Name: Shane Avendale
Traits: Genius, Loves the Outdoors, Neurotic, Ambitious, No Sense of Humor
Favorites: Hip Hop, Key Lime Pie, Blue
Aspiration: World Renowned Surgeon

Growing up, Shane was happy. Sure, seeing his father be taken by the Grim Reaper at the tender age of one was rather traumatic, resulting in a completely neurotic and worrisome nature. To be honest though, Shane doesn't know if he really remembers the incident or only thinks he does because of his mother's recounting of the story. He was young after all.

His mother; a subject all of her own. She abandoned him when he was just a teen, leaving him to care for his younger brother, Tanner, all alone. He worried and fretted about her, eventually settling into a routine. It wasn't until he had his own children that the resentment truly set in. He could never understand how she could have left him, especially not when he was holding his own babies' tiny fingers. From the moment he held his daughter, Uvie, Rebecca was never mentioned openly again.

Shortly after she became a teen though, Uvie disappeared. Officially, the Twinbrook Police Department declared her dead though there was no evidence to support the theory. Losing a mother had been bad enough, but a daughter was sheer torture. His neurotic tendencies continued, leaving him to nag his other children in hopes that he would never lose them. How much loss can one person really take before they are driven insane?

Character Bio: Rebecca Avendale

Name: Rebecca Avendale
Traits: Loves the Outdoors, Bookworm, Unlucky, Hopeless Romantic, Unflirty
Favorites: Pop, Fruit Parfait, White
Aspiration: Professional Author

Rebecca never had an easy life. She had planned, and succeeded, in moving away from Sunset Valley as soon as she became of age. Unfortunately, her luck followed her there.

Upon arriving in the sleepy town, she thought she found true love in Goodwin Goode. With a name like that, how could she go wrong? But wrong she went when she discovered that, not only was he married, he also had a small daughter. She quickly broke it off and moved on.

Then she found Justin. Justin, who really was her true love. Until he set himself on fire and burned to ash on their son's first birthday. After Justin, she gave up looking for love. But he didn't give up on her. Somehow, she ended up pregnant with her ghost husband's child. Shortly after her second son's birth, Rebecca decided to take a small vacation, to ease away from the stress of being a single working mother who was also trying to fulfill her dream to become a professional author.

And that is where her story ends. She was never seen or heard from after she left for her vacation. Did her luck follow her there, Grim claiming her? Or was her life just too much so she decided to start over?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Chapter 2-13: Tears in Heaven

                The weekend arrived and, after a late night at prom, the kids were sleeping in. Shane took that as the perfect opportunity to discuss the future with Carrie.

                “Honey, we’re both getting older and I’m worried something will happen to us before we make plans.”
                ‘Shane, you’re always worrying,” Carrie lightly teased.
                “Yes, but the last thing I want is for the kids to start bickering and arguing if something does happen. Who gets what, who stays, who leaves, who is in charge.”

                 “You’re right. So what’s your opinion on the matter?”
                “It’s such a hard choice. No matter who we choose, the others will be hurt.”
                Carrie paused for a minute before continuing. “Well, how about we donate the house to the city and none of the kids will get anything?”
                Shane choked on his food before realizing that Carrie was just joking.    

                 “Okay, okay,” he laughed. “I’ll think on it some more.”

                After receiving an invitation for a party at Gene’s the adult Avendales decide to head out and have some fun, leaving the teens to fend for themselves for the night. Back at the house, each of the kids are engaged in their own activies. Uvie is struggling with her homework, unsure what to make of this bloody math. Gnomes only need to be able to count how many trees they need for a village or how many ingots for a sword. What do I need to know algebra for?

                 Verne stargazes (the one activity he finds he can look past the outdoors for) and Vesper works on her art, again. 

                 Frustrated, Uvie decides to go outside and get some fresh air. Maybe the fairies could help her find the right answers. As she steps out the front door, she notices a stray cat on the lawn. Overcome with a desire to touch it, she walks towards it. 

                 However, the cat is not interested in her and takes off over the bridge. Uvie follows, focused on her goal, never noticing the shadowy figure behind her. She reaches the dead end on the outskirts of town before something sparkly catches her eye. “Oooh, goblin gold,” she thinks excitedly to herself and heads towards them, cat forgotten. 

                 That’s when everything went black. 

                 “Dad you need to come home,” Verne sounded panicked on his phone call to his father late that night.
                ‘Slow down, what is it?”
                “I know you’re at that party but Uvie’s missing. We don’t know when she disappeared but we can’t find her anywhere. And her phone goes straight to voicemail.”

                Shane quickly hung up, grabbed Carrie, and walked a block before catching a taxi. As soon as they walked in the door, both Shane and Carrie looked around the room for Uvie, hoping that this was just a cruel prank by the twins. 

                They knew when they saw their faces that it was no joke. Vesper shrugged her shoulders, at a loss for words for once in her life and Verne fought back tears at his distress. Shane immediately phoned the police and was informed that an officer was on his way. 

                 When the officer arrived, Shane explained that his oldest daughter was missing and that an investigation needed to be started immediately while the rest of his family looked on from the foyer.
                “How long has she been gone,” the deputy asked. When Shane clarified that she had been home when they left for Gene’s party , the deputy explained that a missing person’s report couldn’t be filed until after 24 hours. 
                “Look, she was probably upset and ran away to ‘prove something’. That’s the way of teens. She’ll likely turn up later tonight or tomorrow.”

                 “No, you look. You don’t understand Uvie. Hell, I barely understand her and she’s my daughter. She has a very…different outlook on life. She probably went searching for fairies or trying to help the gnomes recover their woodland home. She’s really na├»ve and there is no telling what she might believe from a stranger.”

                 At the mention of fairies, the deputy couldn’t help but laugh. He tried to mask it as a sneeze but failed miserably.

                 “Alright you insensitive, incompetent asshole; you WILL find my daughter and you will start looking tonight.”                

                 “What do you want me to do,” the officer yelped. Clearly, he was a rookie and had been sent out here as an easy first assignment.

                 “I don’t care if you have to lie on the paperwork, falsify the report, or give your superior a blowjob. You will start your investigation immediately. Or I will have your job.” With that, the deputy left. Shane was partially embarrassed by his behavior but he needed his daughter found. Soon.

                The Avendales tried to maintain a semblance of normality. Verne took over caring for Rump as he felt sorry for the poor, abandoned pup. He found that the fake happiness and smiles he shared with Rump slowly started enabling him to smile for real. 

                  Vesper, of course, retreated into her art. She stopped sharing her creations with her family, hiding them during their progress and destroying them when they were finished. Shane and Carrie both often found themselves lost. They would be in the middle of doing something and zone out, only to find themselves, minutes later, standing in the same spot, as if they had been placed on pause while the world went on around them.

                It was during one of these times, while Shane stared down at his cereal, not caring that it got soggy, that his phone rang.
                  It was the police. He called Carrie out into the living room. His beautiful wife, once so involved in fashion and chic herself, rarely showered these days, rarely did her hair, and always had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.

                 “What is it,” she asked him, sounding tired and emotionless. She had cried all her tears already.
                “Honey, it was the police. They want us to come down to the station. They, they think they found Uvie.”
                “Oh my God, is she alright?” Panic and relief flooded her at once.
                “Carrie,” he paused, his heart breaking all over again. “They want us to identify a body.” He grabbed his wife into a hug and held her as close as possible, feeling her physically deflate as her hope once again left her. They showered and dressed, making their way to the police station to live every parent’s worst nightmare.

                Walking in, they were shown to a smile, carpeted room with a window to the morgue. Even with the hospital curtains, the sterility and tragic nature of the room wasn’t hidden. They held hands in their misery, taking small comfort in the fact that they had each other, even in this time. Finally, the body was wheeled in. Shane and Carrie held their breaths.

                 “It’s not her,” Carrie whispered.
                “Are you sure,” came the voice, tinny and flat through the intercom.
                “Yes. I’m positive.” Carrie still cried, partially relieved that it wasn’t her daughter lying on that table, but still grieving for another woman’s daughter, another family’s loss.

                Shane could see the resemblance: long dark hair, large lips, pretty face. Though he could tell it wasn’t Uvie, the similarities sent a shiver up his spine and he couldn’t help wondering if his daughter’s disappearance was linked with this girl’s death.

                 After their first, and only, visit to the police station, months pass with no word from the police. Frustrations arise among the family. Uvie’s bed stayed as she left it the morning she disappeared. Vesper retreats further into herself and her art, unsure how to cope with her family any more. She blames her parents for being gone the night Uvie disappeared. She reflects on her sister's life and notices her art gets dark, like her mood. She calls this The Forgotten Queen's Crown.

                 Verne, on the other hand, blames the police. He heard his father’s conversation with the deputy and caught on to the unwillingness to start the search early. They were getting nowhere and, if they had started as soon as it had been reported, maybe his sister would be found by now. He made a vow to himself that he would never turn away someone in need of help.

                “You fool, you call this a makeover,” a customer screamed at Carrie after a home fashion appointment. “Maybe this is why your daughter left; couldn’t stand to be associated with a woman who thinks ratty sweats is fashion,” she taunted, sneering at Carrie.

                 “You vile woman, how dare you say such a thing!” Carrie couldn’t believe that a person would take such a tragic event and downplay it and use it to hurt another person deliberately. She took the rest of the day off and went home, falling into another restless nap.

                 About 6 months after Uvie’s disappearance, Shane approached Carrie in the living room.
                ‘Honey, I’ve been thinking,” he started, uncertain how to continue.

                 She looked at him, suspicious and wary about what he had been considering.
                “I think, maybe, we should have another baby.”

                “You…what? I understand the emptiness, believe me Shane, I do. But we can’t replace her. We can’t get her back. We can only go forward.”
                “I know honey, but maybe bringing another child into our home would make it bright again.”
                “No. It’s irrational to think that any person could fix this for us. We don’t, I don’t,” she corrected, “have the love to give to another child. How would they fill, learning that we decided on a baby to fill loneliness that can’t be filled? No.”

                 Shane reluctantly agrees that she's right and tries to box his grief up and hide it in a closet.

                Rump couldn’t understand why no one wanted to pay attention to him. Vesper, when not folded in front of her easel, was sleeping. 

                 Shane avoided Rump at all costs. When Carrie was home, she usually slept on the couch when she could. 

                  Verne was his only friend. Where had Uvie gone? His masters were slowly building their lives back together, one fragment at a time and a dog was the last thing most of them were concerned about.

                 “You’re not dressed,” Carrie prodded Shane one evening after getting home from work.
                “I know.”
                “Jeannie invited us to her birthday party. This is the big one. Six-five. She may retire soon. She’s been your best friend your entire life and a good boss.”
                “I know. It’s just, remember last time we went to a party,” Shane winced as he subtly reminded Carrie of the pink elephant in the room.

                 “Yes, I know. I also know that we likely could have done nothing to change that. You RSVP’d yes, we’re going.”
                So they did. And, rather unexpectedly, they had a decent time though both were relieved to get home at the end.

                “How can I help you,” Carrie greeted the officer at the door reluctantly. Though there had been no leads in the investigation, an officer at the door was not a good sign.

                “Mrs. Avendale, may I come in?”
                “Please, have a seat. Let me get my husband.” Both she and Shane arrived back to the living room to find the officer still standing.
                “I’ll be direct since I don’t want to fill you with false hope. The department thinks that it is time to declare Uviana officially dead.”
                Carrie gasped, hearing the words outload. Shane attempted to keep his composure though he had been. She and Shane looked at each other, unsure what to say, not knowing how to proceed from here.

                 “It’s not usual standard procedure for a missing person to be declared dead if they’ve been gone less than a year. But, usually in these types of cases, there are some leads. We have absolutely nothing.”
                Resigned that they would never see their daughter again, Shane and Carrie reluctantly agreed. The officer brought a symbolic urn inside. Carrie stared down at this empty ceramic vase, that didn’t hold her daughter’s ashes, but in many ways held her all the same.

 “I’m terribly sorry for your loss. I hope this can bring you some closure,” and once again, Shane and Carrie were alone.

                That night, they lay in bed, speaking without talking of all the things they were contemplating. Finally, Shane broke the silence.
                “I feel so damn guilty!”
                “Shane it’s not your fault.”
                “I know. It’s just, it’s so long ago, but I was wishing that it would be easier to choose who we could leave responsible. I never meant I wanted one less choice.”   

                 “This is just a tragic catastrophe. It has nothing to do with our choice.” Carrie snuggled close to her husband and held him. He sighed.
                “I think the best choice will be Verne. He’s been so diligent about trying to stay normal. Vesper is having a harder time with it. Not that she’ll talk to us but she just seems to be in her own solitude. I don’t think forcing her to take charge will help any. She’s got enough on her shoulders.”
                “We all do but I think you’re right. Verne has a level head amid the circumstances. If anyone can handle it, he can.”

                 Husband and wife cuddled together, thankful for their family. They thought of the one lost and cried their tears together and then pushed it past, once and for all. It was time to move on and make sure their other children were taken care of and knew they were loved. Uvie would always hold a place in their heart but right now, this moment, was for the living.

Chapter 2.12                                                                                                                                      Chapter 3.1
What a hard chapter to write! I admit, I was a little blubbery at the end of publishing it. More Avendale women go missing than normal! Actually, the last one was a glitch but Shane doesn't have to know that. Very, very soon, I will be posting the three generation heads for download. Am also thinking of including Uvie as well. See if she ends up anywhere interesting. She is NOT dead but I don't know if I'll ever get around to writing about her, as that's not really the focus for Verne. Anyway, next chapter will officially mark the start for Verne. Maybe we can go a generation without someone disappearing. :P

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Chapter 2-12: Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not

                Verne spent all of his weekend doing something he hated. He detested being outside but the science facility had sent out some memos to the high school students requesting that they scour Twinbrook for precious metals and gems. Although his birthday wish had yet to come true, he had decided himself that he would try to learn as much as he could about anything he could so that he would be better able to make an informed decision about his life. Having the chance to work with the science facility was certainly a good opportunity though, while he was outside searching for the items, he wondered why he had chosen such a path. “Uck, bugs and creepy-crawlies and the smell of rotting vegetation; who could possibly enjoy this?”

                 While Verne was out bemoaning the existence of nature, Vesper was home, trying to get ready for prom. She had no clue what to expect as this was her first year in high school but she was determined to have a good time. If only this damn lipstick would stop smudging! 

                  She fiddled with her lipstick more, blotting, removing, and reapplying before finally being satisfied. You’d think a budding artist could use a lipstick brush!

                 “You WILL have a good time,” Uvie shouted at her feet.
                “Um, Shane…is your daughter okay,” Gene, who was visiting, asked.
                “Er, yes, she’s um, she’s fine.” His medical prowess did not extend to mental malfunctions and he was sure that was what caused his daughter to behave as strangely as she did. Still, he was embarrassed some days by her behavior when others were around.

                 Vesper, having finished her pre-prom primping headed back to her easel. She had just the thing in mind to paint and couldn’t wait another moment to finish it. So absorbed was she that she failed to hear Uvie come get ready for prom and even missed the honking of the limo her parents had ordered for the three children.

                 Shane and Carrie stood outside, watching their daughter off for prom.
                “Honey, I thought you wanted to wear your lovely dress,” Carrie asked.
                “Well, I did, but then I realized that someone could spill punch on me. Or I could sweat in it while I am dancing. I don’t want to ruin in,” Uvie responded happily.
                “Uvie, we bought that dress as a prom dress. Tonight is prom,” Shane replied, exasperated at his daughter’s idea of logical thinking.
                “Shane, it’s fine. It’s her prom, she can wear what she wants,” Carried softly overrode. 

                 Uvie climbed into the limo and looked around, realizing that she had been abandoned by her siblings. Oh well! I’ll just have fun without them!

                 “Vesper, get out here,” Shane shouted through the front door. “Damn it, now you’ve missed the limo.”
                “Where’s your brother, Ves,” Carrie asked.
                “Ha, the little weasel is probably hiding somewhere. Prom is scawy, too many people,” Vesper mocked in a baby voice. Though she loved her twin, she couldn’t figure out how they were so different and his aversion to people and the outdoors drove her insane.
                “Don’t say that about Verne,” Carrie chided and then sent her daughter off to prom in a cab.

                 Apparently she had been wrong. Of all the siblings, Vesper was the last to arrive. She walked in the decorated gym to see her sister awkwardly standing on the dance floor and her brother sitting alone in a corner. She sighed. Apparently, she was going to have to be the one to make some fun.

                 Verne watched his sister arrive. He knew that she had assumed that he would be skipping out on prom. She just didn’t know that he had his own reasons for attending. He watched her make her way over to Antwan Weloff-Knack and groaned when he saw her “interested” tell. It’s so obvious that he’s not into her. He’s been sneaking glances at Uvie all night! Oh well. 

                  He glanced over at another table, lamenting his rotten luck. Layla Steiner was one of the prettiest girls in school and, of course, she was sitting with the jocks. He doubted she would even notice him.

                 Sure enough, as soon as he could get away, Antwan made his way over to Uvie. Not sure why some random boy would be talking to her, she just stood there awkwardly. Vesper looked on over her shoulder, displeased that she had been ignored in favor of her peculiar, “and less attractive”, sister. At that moment, Jude Colon, a new student made his way over to her.

                 “Hi Vesper, you look pretty tonight,” he complimented her.
                She began to get her hopes up. Jude was a fairly good lucking guy and, even though he was new in town, he was becoming rather popular. Then, he ruined it all.
                “So, you have an older sister and a twin, huh? That’s pretty cool. I’m an only child but I really want a lot of kids some day. I’ve got a lot of nieces and nephews and love spending time with them. Aren’t babies the cutest?”
                She could barely contain her boredom. Babies? All they did was poop and cry and distract sims from their life goals. Who needed one of those around?

                 Soon, it became time to announce prom king and queen.
                “And our prom queen is…Uviana Avendale,” their principal shouted. Vesper could hardly believe it. Uvie made her way up to the stage to collect her crown and promptly tripped over her feet, in front of the entire prom. Instead of being embarrassed or upset, she stood up smiling. Vesper cringed and even Verne looked away in embarrassment.
                “It’s okay everyone. Just a bit of fairy dust in my eye.”

                 It was then announced that Verne Avendale was prom king. Everyone knew that the king and queen were supposed to dance together for the first slow dance of the evening. The crowd gathered round while Uvie and Verne, brother and sister, made their way to the dance floor. Verne looked uncomfortable, being the center of attention but Uvie looked like she could care less at the horrible predicament the school had put them in. Vesper hoped they would embarrass her more.

                 Verne, after looking around, trudged off without their dance, causing Vesper to breathe a sigh of relief. That is, until Antwan did the unthinkable. He strode into the center of the crowd and gave Uvie her very first kiss, right there on the dance floor. Not everyone was happy about it.

                 Over in the corner, Verne had finally worked up the courage to ask Layla to dance. Maybe being prom king would make her notice him.

                “Um, hi Layla. You’re, er, the prettiest girl here tonight,” he stuttered.
                “Thanks,” she smiled back at him.
                “Er, so, um, wanna dance,” he said, reaching for her simultaneously.
                She put her hands up to ward him off.
                “Look, you seem like a nice guy but I’m here with someone else. I’m not that kind of girl.”
                Rejection stung much more in reality than it had in his head.

                 Finally, the dance was over and it was time to head home. Vesper had nothing to show for the evening, having been rejected by Antwan, rejecting Jude, and winning nothing. Verne had faired a little better but he would have preferred nothing to Layla’s refusal. Uvie was the clear winner of the evening though she was never one to care for that sort of thing.

                As they walked in the house, Shane was standing waiting for them. He hadn’t been able to sleep, wondering when his children would be home, thinking of drunk driving accidents, unintended teen pregnancies, and overall mischief.

                “How was prom,” he asked.
                “Daddy, I made prom queen, and Verne was king,” Uvie said excitedly.
                “Humph, that was just because the other kids thought it would be funny to see the loser and the weirdo siblings dance together,” Vesper lashed out.
                Uvie just looked at her sister, unsure what she had done to warrant such mean words.

                 Shane shushed them all, giving Vesper a particularly reproving look and sent them to bed. Although he was pleasantly surprised at the selections for king and queen, a part of him worried that Vesper might be right. None of his children were significantly well rounded; Uvie was sweet but strange, Vesper was quite talented and outgoing but seemed to have a bit of a mean streak, and Verne was too much of a loner for his own good. Shane knew it was time to settle down and choose someone to take over the house but he had a lot of discussing to do with Carrie before he would make a final decision.

Chapter 2.11                                                                                                                                      Chapter 2.13
Alright everyone, this is the last chapter before the heir is announced. If you've not yet voted, please do so! After catching up, of course. I believe there are about 5 days left to vote. Once I know who will be heir, I will immediately begin writing the next chapter.

For those of you wondering about prom, I actually played through my real save to find out what would happen. Both Uvie and Verne really won, Uvie and Antwan were the "cutest couple", Verne was rejected, and Uvie even really fell. Then I saved as a new save and created the "prom" venue and recreated the events. It's no fun missing out on all those things!