RIP Davon. 
Something about TS4 makes teens look a little too mature, which makes Neb look like she's 30 already. Astrid is super-pretty though. Glad she got picked for heiress.
I could not agree more. I really wish there was some differentiation between the life stages, especially since teen has usually been pretty substantially different than adult.
Your writing style is really hilarious. And the two parasites 
are adorable 
Thanks! I am really pleased with how pretty the girls are.
Astrid is lovely; she'll make a wonderful heiress. And curse you, Celeste for making me cry before I've finished my coffee!
Aw. I tried to keep it light but death is always an unpleasant subject.
Excuse me, mission control; I appear to be leaking. 
Mission control understands.
Awww, poor Davon. I was really getting to like him. I feel like all the townies are all adults, I have yet to read a story where the first townie was a Young Adult. I do like Astrid as Heiress, and I look forward to seeing her take on things soon. Will she continue corresponding to Mission Control?
I too fell like the teens look much too mature for their intended life state, I really hope they fix that.
There are townie teens, they just look identical to everyone else. the only hope of having a teen love interest is meeting him/her as a child, since you can't actually make friends at school. Sigh.
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**Mission Dispatch - 101** - This is stupidDear Mission Control,
You are the product of my mother's nervous breakdown since Papa died. I don't believe in you but the therapist says I have to take over writing these letters for my mother to give her peace of mind. The therapist also says Neb will never have peace of mind again because she's crazy. Great.
Love,
Astrid Centari, extra human, all the time
**Mission Dispatch - 102** - AdjustmentsOkay. So. I got your response. In my brain last night. Maybe I'm insane too. All the same, I apologize for my tone, Mission Control, whoever you are. We are coping here.
As unofficial leader of the household I have begun my lifetime goal of becoming a mansion baron by rebuilding the cube. Our floorplan will eventually have two stories, but we only could afford the ground level for now.
I have taken up painting with the intention of making it my career after high school. Being creatively gifted makes it an easy target goal and I know it's a lucrative one. Unfortunately my paintings don't register on the wall for the "buy 25 pieces of art" goal, so I had to get around that.
Neb was disappointed when I sold them all immediately after advancing to my milestone. I've tried to put her to work as our new cook, but every time she attempts to make something, even salad, she ends up outside sobbing over Papa's grave.
She's already enough trouble trying to level a criminal career and a mischief aspiration with the Good trait. I thought we should maybe marry her off, but Mama says no, we have to take care of her because she's crazy and also beats people up at random and we're keeping her out of prison.
So for now, she's just working on her goals and taking care of Papa's garden. At least it keeps her busy.
I'm just grateful to have Tad to talk to. He's evil but somehow more agreeable in general than my sister.
Mama has been working on her social goals in all of her spare time. It is a distraction from the grief at the very least.
Uh. Astrid out!
**Mission Dispatch - 103** - Death Death EverywhereAdulthood has been uneventful so far. Thank you for the piano. I am learning to play it very quickly with my creative bonus. So far, no obvious benefit from having graduated school with As in both levels.
Tomorrow, Mama will take me up in the rocket for a face-to-face debrief. I look forward to meeting ... whatever you people are. And I hope it doesn't sound the way she describes it. Because I'm legitimately kind of scared of you.
To everyone's surprise (and no small horror of my own), I rolled the bro trait. I am a geek, creative, bro. I like everything and everyone. I guess there are worse things in life. Tad grew up ambitious. We're still best friends, but I asked him out on a real, grown-up date as soon as we were both aged up!
Mama knows, of course. She's been really smug about the succession and says that her mission has been a great success, even though she's not even done with her aspiration yet.
Either way, she's not wrong. The family is running smoothly. I've taken over keeping us fed, as it doesn't send me out to the gravesite in tears.
Mama is the handy one.
And Neb ... well. You know, she's ... she's around the house. Being Neb.
Truly she's struggling with her goals. Every time she tries mischief interactions on strangers, they are charmed instead of offended. For anyone else, this would be a good thing. Not for my sister, oh no.
This afternoon she went to the gym with the idea that she'd find a victim to add to her dislike list. The first thing she saw upon arriving was this:
No bodies or urns nearby. Guess he was just getting pumped up. So being utterly unhinged as my sister is, she decided to say hi. It got weird.
She then left in favor of antagonizing a woman on the treadmills. It somehow ended in being good friends with the woman and being mentored by her. Leave it to Neb.
Later that night, on my first date with Tad, we saw him too! The guy just won't leave off.
So, I decided that a reminder of my mortality was literally doing the smustle six feet away, I might as well make my move.
So I did. To great success.
I'm sure he'll get along great with my extra super normal family. Once I convince him to move in.
**Dispatch Closed**
