#jill wanted to become a marine biologist !!

[virsancte]

hey buddy

[aondaneedles]

University they attend for all premade children and teens, that you want to do it for - starting a megahood with all three unis so I'm curious

Hello there!

To what university I send my teens heavily depends on what university I add to that neighbourhood (for example, all of the uberhood teens will go to La Fiesta Tech because I'm not playing two university hoods!) That being said, I have some headcanons for all three universities, so it's nice thinking about this.

Pleasantview:

the Pleasant twins: Angela would totally be pressured by her parents to apply to ALT, which makes it so much worse when she gets rejected. Lilith is seen as a lost cause and was left to her own devices. She gets into LFT, mostly to get as far away from her family as possible. Angela ends up studying at SSU, which is fine. At least it means she is close to Dustin...

Dirk Dreamer applied to both SSU and LFT. SSU because they have the best economics programme, LFT because Lilith applied there. He gets accepted into both. He’ll probably choose LFT to be with Lilith, but a long distance relationship is also an option...

there is no way in hell that Brandi can afford university for Dustin and his grades are pretty bad, so he doesn’t really bother with applying for college. Maybe he manages to secure a full-scholarship for SSU, maybe he doesn’t, who knows?

Alexander Goth has the option to choose between ALT and LFT and chooses the latter because it’s his dad’s alma mater

Lucy Burb strikes me as a SSU gal. She’s be more than content to study there

Strangetown:

the Grunt boys: if Tank decides to go to university (I feel like he might consider skipping it for a career in the military, but Buzz might pressure him to get a degree to have better chances of becoming a top-ranking officer), he’ll go to LFT, no questions asked. It’s nearby and convenient. Ripp probably wants to go anywhere but LFT and with his grades, SSU is probably his best bet. I can see Buck surprising everyone by getting into ALT for some reason.

where Ophelia might go depends heavily on her relationship with Olive. I can see Olive being a bit neglectful and not wanting to spend an unneccesary amount of money on Ophelia’s education, in which case Ophelia will probably go to SSU (on a partial scholarship). On the other hand, Olive might want to keep her close for... reasons, in which case she’ll probably offer her to pay for her education at LFT. She shouldn’t have any difficulties getting into either, though

I just can’t imagine Johnny and Ophelia deciding on a long distance relationship, so he’ll probably decide where to go based on her options. He’d probably be the happiest at SSU, but I could see him choosing LFT instead because it’s closer to home and more familiar. His sister Jill will probably go to LFT. That girl wants to be a marine biologist so badly...

Veronaville:

the main Capps: Tybalt and Juliette will go to ALT, that’s for sure. With their connections and grades, that won’t be an issue. Hermia might want to skip that nonsense and applies to LFT instead? On the other hand, she’d fit right in with the ALT crowd

Goneril Capp brood: Goneril will fight tooth and nail to get her kids into the same prestigious university as her sister’s kids, but the tuition might be a bit too much? In that case, most of them would end up at SSU, perpetually disappointing their mother. Miranda might just skip university altogether and move to to big city once she turns 18

Puck and Bottom would probably fit right in with the SSU crowd, but them being fairies might just be a tad too weird. In that case, they’d go to ALT as well.

the main Montys: they go to SSU. The Monty’s think that ALT is a snobbish school for big snobs and they pride themselves in not being as snobby and desperate as the Capps. Romeo and Juliette will have a miserable long-distance relationship and at one point, one of them will totally transfer to the other’s school (my bet’s on Juliette, triggering a whole ‘nother thing to feud over)

the Monty twins: I honestly have no universtiy headcanon for them. Benedick is set up as this inquisitive child that’s supposed to solve his mother’s death, so SSU might work for him (social sciences?). Beatrice is more outgoing, so she’s be happy at either LFT or ALT

Thank you for asking, that was fun!

[taillow-suift]

Crashing Wavelengths - Prologue (First Draft)

I’m back. Sort of. I’ve been writing. It’s a story I’ve always been wanting to do for a long time and I figure this is a good time to start executing on it. Remember that idea I had about the mystery behind Misty’s parents? Well, I’m gonna do it. Let’s see how far I go. I’m going to be posting first drafts of my story chapters on Tumblr to test the waters. Then after enough feedback, I’ll post revised versions of it on my ff.net account. This prologue might start off slow. But here goes nothing lol.

Summary: Ash attempts to reconnect with Misty shortly after his return to Kanto. But the ramifications of the Lumiose terror attack complicate their reunion as remnants of Team Flare remain at large. The wounded organization’s activities for some odd reason begin taking special interest in Misty’s familial past involving her mother’s research and her father’s navy background. Naval intelligence officers soon become involved, setting the two sides in a crash course with Ash and Misty at the center.

Droplets from gray overcast clouds pelted the car. The captain thoughtlessly zoned out in the ceaseless drumming of metal and glass. His eyesight fixed on the clear stubby beads left undisturbed by the idle windshield wipers. Entranced, the naval officer remained in his seat, his hands still gripping the steering wheel.

“Captain?” asked the blond pony-tailed woman in the passenger seat next to him.

Captain Angelo Harrison continued gazing at the windshield, not heeding the request made to him just now. Lieutenant Commander Jill Bosman was beginning to lose patience. They were parked for about ten minutes since the engine was turned off. The captain claimed he wanted to finish his coffee before disembarking. But Jill could clearly see that the styrofoam cup in the cup holder now only had dried dark stains at the rim of its base.

“Captain, sir,” she demanded.

This time she was no longer asking for his awareness. The sudden force in tone snapped Captain Harrison out of his daze. 

“Sorry about that,” he apologized while shaking his head into the present.

“Sir, are we going to do this?” asked Bosman, acutely relieved that her captain was no longer spaced out.

“Yeah,” the captain weakly affirmed, “Yeah, we’re gonna do this, just, just need to get my bearings.”

The captain took a deep breath. He squinted his eyes, his sight trained on the windshield again. But this time his focus was ahead on the building in front of the car. He exhaled. 

 “Bosman, would you believe that the building in front of us is the home of a navy commander?” he canvassed half-rhetorically.

The intelligence officer tried to pierce her vision through the refracting pods of liquid littering the fogged up glass. She could faintly see a building with an oversized Dewgong fixed on top of it. The building was colorful, almost circus like. It was definitely unusual for a decorated officer of the navy to call home.

“I would say it’s kind of hard to believe, sir,” she reflected in her answer, “But it fits with what I remember of Commander Waters talking about his wife and family.” 

“Hell of a wife,” the Captain remarked, “Four adorable girls. The youngest just turned a year old.”

The Lieutenant Commander’s acquaintance with Jonas Waters was mostly from intelligence briefings and after-action reports at headquarters, the Vermillion Naval Shipyard. She didn’t know the commander as well as Captain Harrison did. She remained silent, politely waiting for more cues to respond.

The Captain continued, “I told Jonas that marrying a gym leader didn't seem like a good idea. I mean, sure, they both liked the open water and the open sea. But he had to realize how, well, weird it was for a navy guy to marry someone in the League.”

“And how did he feel about that, sir?” Jill Bosman probed, finding a chance to superficially indulge her commanding officer.

“Oh, he agreed with me,” Harrison said amusedly, “But he also said he was practically married to the sea. So, might as well make it official by getting hitched to a water gym leader.” The captain lightly chuckled remembering the quote. 

Jill realized the captain was trying waste time. She cut to the chase. “I know this is hard, Captain,” she allayed.

The short-lived smile on the captain’s face quickly faded. Angelo Harrison took another deep breath of the chill humid air. The air temporarily soothed his anxious stomach. He allowed the sound of raindrops take over again as he took another brief reprieve of silence. The sinking feeling in his stomach returned not long after. With an audible sigh, he lifted his white khaki military cap he was resting on his lap.

“Alright,” he announced. He fit his cap over his black hair. “Let’s get this over with, Commander.”

“Aye, sir,” his Lieutenant Commander confirmed, fixing her own cap.

Captain Harrison and Lt Commander Bosman climbed out of their car into the cold midday shower. Their dress white military uniforms faintly darkened with spotted patterns from the falling water. The two officers briskly stepped along the path leading to the glass doors of the Gym, not wanting to prolong their exposure to the unfavorable weather. As soon as they entered, they saw two girls, one with purple hair and another with pink hair. The little girls were chasing each other around the main lobby. Angelo recognized them as Jonas’s daughters.

“Hey give that back! That’s mine!” demanded the purple haired girl.

She kept swiping at the doll in her sister’s hands. The pink haired sister countered by jerking her arm in sync with her sibling’s attempts to steal.

“Nuh uh, it’s not yours,” claimed the girl in possession of the doll, ”Mom says we have to share!”

“That’s not sharing, you’re just keeping it!”

Angelo interrupted the girls. “Why hello there, Lily, Violet. Can we speak to your mom?”

The daughters paused their altercation and looked at the pair.

“Oh, hi Uncle Angelo,” greeted the purple haired girl, Violet, turning to face the navy officers.

“Hi Uncle Angelo,” greeted the other sister, Lily, still holding the doll above her head, “I’ll get her for you- MOM! Uncle Angelo is here to see you! HEY!-”

Violet had grabbed the doll from Lily’s hands and started running towards the stairs leading to the gym residence.

“Hey you thief!” accused Lily, “Give that back!”

Lily started running after her sister. Miriel Flowers entered the lobby from the gym’s pool stadium and caught a brief glimpse of her daughters’ chase.

“Lily! Violet! C’mon! How many times do I have to tell you, no running in the gym!” she tried to loudly warn her daughters. 

Miriel sighed knowing that her daughters likely didn’t hear her. She brushed the crumbs of Pokemon food still stuck to her hands on her white and blue spring wetsuit. The gym leader looked up at Angelo and Jill, smiling with a slight tinge of embarrassment. Her husband’s colleagues just saw her daughters not quite behaving as she would have preferred.

“How are you doing, Angelo?” she welcomed. She reached out to hug her husband’s best friend.

“Miriel, I hope things are good,” said Angelo, accepting the embrace, “The girls look, animated, as ever.”

“As you can see, I’ve been teaching them how to share,” she sarcastically replied with feigned pride while disengaging from the hug.

“Well, hey, I’d say you’re doing a great job!” Angelo jokingly agreed.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll be giving to charity soon enough when I’m finished with them,” she japed, “Though the first three don’t compare with how much a handful the little one is. Can you believe it? She crawled into the mouth of our Gyarados the other day. The poor fella spit her back out. Guess she didn't taste so good.” 

Miriel jokingly exaggerated a shrug. It was as if her baby daughter should have at least been worthy of being eaten by a creature as majestic as her Gyarados.

“Oh no, is she all right?” Angelo worriedly expressed.

“Yeah poor girl was crying all day,” recounted Miriel, “But Daisy has been helping out getting her calmed down. She’s strong though! She’s a redhead just like mom. Girl just needs to sleep it off.” Miriel followed her assertion with an cocky wink.

“Taking care of a gym, taking care of four kids, and now I hear you’re applying for a new research grant?” Angelo remembered.

Miriel’s green eyes brightened a bit from an opportunity to talk about her research. “Why yeah! Submitted some grant proposals down to Cinnabar the other day hoping to get a few bites from the faculty. With any luck we’ll start getting some funding to gather hard data on Tentacool and Tentacruel migratory patterns and social dynamics soon. Honestly can’t wait!”

“I mean, don’t you worry you’re overworking yourself a bit? Handling a gym, doing the marine biologist thing, and being a mother?” asked Angelo.

“Oh, don’t get started on me too,” Miriel warned while flinging her wrist in playful dismissal. “I hear enough of that from Jonas. I just tell him I can get a good handle on things so long as he comes back on time from his deployments.”

Angelo grimaced at the remark. Miriel was expecting her husband to come back home soon. He didn’t want to segue the discussion so soon as to why he and Jill were there. But he was aware it was only a matter of time that they’d arrive to this point.

“Speaking of which,” observed Miriel, “How’s Jonas doing on his deployment? And who’s your friend here?”

It was now or never. “Miriel, this is Lieutenant Commander Jill Bosman,” he explained, soberly shifting his tone, “She’s with the Naval Intelligence Division.”

Jill, finally sensing an opportunity to engage with Miriel, offered her hand. “Hello Mrs. Flowers, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Miriel looked unsettled from the sudden change in frequency. She shook the woman officer’s hand with visible hesitation.

“Angelo, what’s this about?” Miriel tried to ascertain, “What’s going on?”

Jill attempted to blunt what was in store for Miriel. “Mrs. Flowers, perhaps you would like take a seat before we go on?”

“I think I’m fine standing,” resisted Miriel, “Angelo? Are you guys actually here to talk about Jonas?”

“Er, we really think you should sit down, Miriel,” Angelo sidestepped, trying to guide her shoulder to one of the gym lobby benches.

Miriel jerked out of his grip. She spun around to make direct eye contact with her husband’s best friend. “This really is about Jonas, isn’t it?” she probed, “You wouldn’t be here unless something happened to him.”

Her eyebrows sharply furrowed. A large crease appeared on Miriel’s forehead. Angelo and Jill couldn’t offer anything but silence. They looked at each other in a futile attempt to regroup their strategy. This wasn’t going as smooth as they planned. Miriel, evidently uncomfortable with the stillness and its implications, became frank.

“He’s dead isn’t he?” she speculated. Her voice wavered with anxiety just from the thought.

At that moment, Captain Harrison and Lt Commander Bosman understood the jig was up.

“We’re not sure,” the captain ashamedly admitted.

Miriel’s horrible assumption was left unrefuted. The confirmed ambiguity surrounding her husband’s safety was more than enough to overwhelm the gym leader.

“Oh Arceus,” she sobbed. She raised her right hand to her mouth. Her legs weakened as her knees almost buckled. She reflexively twisted her feet causing her flip flops to squeak. She was still standing but Jill could tell that emotions were overcoming the gym leader’s posture. She latched on to Miriel’s shoulders in case she lost balance.

“I got you,” assured the Lieutenant Commander, “You ready to sit down, Mrs. Flowers?”

Miriel silently complied with Jill’s suggestion. The naval officer guided her to a bench. Upon being seated, she shielded her bare legs with her crossed forearms and stared at the floor tiles of her gym.

“Just tell me what’s happening,” she coarsely begged, still staring at the floor. 

“We, we lost contact with the NSS Levi several days ago,” Angelo stuttered, already regretting the lead up to this moment. “We’ve been conducting search and rescue operations ever since to find out what happened to your husband’s ship.”

“We’ve only found small pieces of the Levi’s hull approximately 24 hours ago east of the Orange Archipelego,” Jill continued, “From what we’ve salvaged, we’ve had to conclude that the NSS Levi was destroyed.”

Miriel closed her eyes and slowly inhaled. “Did you find any bodies?” she whispered.

“We can’t confirm any casualties so far,” reported the captain.

Miriel gave a labored exhale. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” she lamented.

“I know, Miriel. And I’m so sorry for dropping this all on you without any warning,” Angelo atoned, hoping that it would be a salve, “We’re trying our best to find Jonas and his crew alive.”

“So what the hell happened, Angelo?” the gym leader demanded, finally looking up, “What happened to my husband?”

“We don’t know,” answered Angelo, “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

“But how can you not know? How can the navy with all its men and resources not be sure of what happened?” pouted the gym leader, her voice raised an octave signalling her anxiousness.

“Mrs. Flowers,” interrupted the Lt Commander,  “Until we find the rest of the Levi’s hull, we can’t make a conclusive assessment on what really happened to the ship.”

“That’s Tauros crap,” Miriel breathed with impatience, “Navy ships report speed, heading, and position constantly over radio. I do marine research and sail boats too. This makes absolutely zero sense!”

“With all due respect ma’am, our radio logs aren’t helping us determine how far off course the ship had gone after losing contact with HQ. My team has been trying our best to triangulate-”

“Mom! Misty is crying again!” 

Jill looked to her right to see a blonde girl standing before the lobby staircase and cradling a crying infant.

“I think she’s hungry!”

Miriel quickly wiped her eyes. She swapped her distraught face with an assuring smile. 

“I’ll be right there honey!” she pledged without letting her voice stammer, “Just, go back upstairs!”

“Uh, okay!” the blonde child reluctantly obeyed.

The mother and the two naval officers patiently waited until Miriel’s oldest and youngest were back up the stairs. Jill cleared her throat and swallowed in an attempt to fill the dead uncomfortable air. She was used to briefing sailors and admirals. But briefing distraught civilians was never something she was trained to do.

“My team has been doing its best to triangulate where exactly we lost contact with the Levi using other methods.” Jill resumed in her most professional demeanor she could muster. “But we don’t know if we have enough data to look in the right places.”

Miriel looked down at her knees and pressed both her temples with her fingers. She sulked, her face growing tenser by the second. “I can’t believe this,” Miriel fumed, “You have satellites, GPS, radio, sonar-”

“Unfortunately those resources haven’t been helping us with the unique circumstances of your husband’s disappearance,” Lt Commander Bosman calmly explained.

“And those ‘unique’ circumstances,” questioned Miriel, connecting her tired eyes with the intelligence officer, “What are they?”

Jill craned her head towards her commanding officer for a cue. The navy captain met her gaze by closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“I’m afraid we can’t disclose that at the moment,” coldly replied the intelligence officer.

Miriel stood up to protest this time. The stress in her face, the vehicle that had conveyed her anxiety and worry, now was delivering frustration and rage.

“No. No. How could my husband just drop off the face of the earth during peacetime under clear skies and calm waters?” the gym leader contended, “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Miriel, please, it’s been a couple of hard but productive days,” Angelo tried to assure her, “These investigations take time.”

“Don’t patronize me,” the gym leader warned with intolerance, “You say you’re doing your best but in all honesty, you people either have no clue what’s going on or you’re hiding something. Either way, in a week or two, you’re probably going to come back here and tell me you’ve given up. I just know it.”

“That’s not going to happen,” countered Angelo, “We may be working on limited intel but-”

“What was his mission, Angelo?” Miriel impatiently snapped, “Why the secrecy?”

“C’mon, you know we can’t tell you that, Miriel,” the captain sternly swore, supporting his words with the best stoic face he could forge.

“And why not? What, am I a threat to national security? Are you people covering up something? What is it?”

Angelo kept his lips shut. Miriel contemptuously let out a puff of air from her nose. She sat back down on the bench she stood up from. 

“Classified huh. I guess I should’ve known letter, being the good sailor’s wife.”  

“You have to understand, this has nothing to with you or-”

Miriel shut her eyes in defiance. “Whatever. Whatever you tell me the next week you come back here, that either Jonas is still missing or he’s really been killed, you won’t have his body,” Miriel Flowers dispassionately concluded, “I know how this story goes.”

Jill wanted to challenge the gym leader’s claims about what she understood. But Captain Harrison canceled her attempt by putting his arm out in front of her. Neither party had anything else to say. The subsequent lull allowed the showering rain to assume the ambiance of the Cerulean Gym lobby. The gym leader in front of them had now buried her face in her hands. 

“Miriel, I’m really sorry,” Angelo could only offer.

Miriel looked up at the two officers. Her eyes were red and glazed with tears. She slid the blue left sleeve of her wetsuit across her face. The excess moisture forming in the corners of her jade eyes disappeared.

“Just go,” Miriel ordered. She rose from her bench and began walking towards the staircase leading to the gym residence.

“I have a baby to feed. And a husband to find,” Miriel Flowers declared.

“And I’m going to find him with or without your help.” 

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Jill clenched the arm rest on her passenger side door. She stared aimlessly at the passing green foliage draped along the Route 6 highway. The journey from Cerulean City back to Vermillion Naval Shipyard had been mostly silent save for the drone of the car engine and the sporadic beat of the windshield wipers.

The naval intelligence officer took another glance at Captain Harrison. Focused on the road in front of him, the captain had said nothing since the start of their drive back to Vermillion. Jill kept making furtive glances to see if she could subtly catch his attention. She wondered if she could verbally extract some timely clue about his thoughts. The captain was usually chatty, wanting to always talk about fleet logistics, personnel changes, and the latest intelligence assessments. But the captain understandably locked himself away in his zone, just like the moments before they visited the Cerulean Gym.

Once again, the Lt Commander had enough of the silence. “Captain?” she broke.

“What is it, Bosman?” Captain Harrison acknowledged more readily this time, still keeping his eyes on the road.

“Do you think she was serious, sir?” Jill asked.

“About what?” the captain attempted to play dumb.

“About finding Commander Waters,” the intelligence officer clarified.

Captain Harrison didn’t offer a response. Jill tersely reiterated her request again. “Sir?”

“I don’t know,” the captain evasively responded.

“Well what if?” Jill Bosman continued to press, “What if we assume she really was serious?”

“I think any spouse of a serviceman would want to know what happened to a loved one,” vaguely answered the captain, sounding slightly vexed, “Enough to say emotional stuff like that in response to classified data.”

“But what if enough to really go out and do it?” Jill wondered, “I mean, she is a water Pokemon gym leader. I’ve heard they can read or see things about the sea that the navy can’t despite-"

Angel gave out a frustrated sigh.

“If she does try, then I doubt she’ll get very far,” the captain curtly disputed, “How would she? We have half of the Vermillion fleet out there right now. Working on sensitive intel your team recovered from those terrorists, those guys that called themselves Team Aqua. Despite all that? All dead ends. Nothing.”

“So you think she would eventually give up then?” deduced the Lt Commander, “Just like we will when the brass finally calls it?”

“No one really gives up,” the captain reflected. “Maybe the mind gives up. But.”

The captain paused, realizing he trapped himself with his own words. “But never the heart,” he continued.

“She,” the captain followed, almost trying to soothe himself with an lie, “She just needs closure.”

Jill read between the lines. She smelled the hypocrisy in his words. She could tell the captain was projecting. 

“Sir, you know as well as I do that we didn’t give her much of a chance to have that closure,” pointedly observed the intelligence officer. 

Captain Angelo Harrison could only acknowledge Jill’s statement with a muted vacuum. It lasted until they arrived to Vermillion City. It was a unspoken admission that she was right.