"Uh-huh," she said. "Be discreet, okay? You're underage, and you're not allowed to buy them for a reason. I know you won't do anything stupid with them, but it's still best not to brag around the whole neighborhood. Just enjoy them on your own."
Omicron nodded. "I will. You won't be there?"
She shook her head. "No, I won't be home from my second term until after Leisure Day. I gave them to you this early because I probably won't be home before the holiday - I intend to take an internship between terms."
Omicron's face fell. "I won't see you for two years?"
Epsilon smiled, then stepped around the fireworks to give her half-brother a hug.
Next on her list of farewells was her older sister. She was mired in the terrible twos, times two, so Epsilon didn't want to bother her in person. Alpha would only end up embarrassed at the inevitable mess of her house. Instead, she phoned.
"You'll love it there, I know I did. A science and medicine degree is ambitious, though!"
Epsilon rolled her eyes. "Really? I don't see how it could be more difficult than what you studied. Anyway, I've always done well in school, so this should be a breeze."
"I'm not saying I'm perfect, all I'm saying is that I don't think I'll have any trouble. I've got this. I'll see you and the kids when I get back, alright?"
"Alright. Remember to write, when you get time."
Only one person remained for Epsilon to give her farewells to. She waited for him to arrive on one of the spiral staircases in the library, luckily not waiting for too long before he emerged from the shadows.
"You look uncertain."
"Yeah," Epsilon replied, running her fingers over the wooden posts of the railing. "I'm just worried about something my sister said, that's all."
"What's that?" He watched her, non-judgmental as always.
"She seems to think I'll have trouble, with the classes. I don't think so, I've never had problems with that before. But I can't help but think, maybe she's right? Maybe university is too much for me?"
"Nonsense." He snorted dismissively. "You're very intelligent, and, while it wouldn't do for you to be over-confident, I believe that you are capable of handling the major. You just have to focus."
Gregory considered this for a few moments before answering. "Yes, in a way. It's more difficult to dream together, the farther apart we are. We won't be able to dream as frequently as we do now, but it won't be impossible."
Epsilon nodded, pushing herself off the stairs. "That makes me feel better. I'll miss you, in dreams and physically."
She nodded. "I will. I'll dream with you as often as possible."
Upon waking the next morning, it was time to leave. She slipped out of bed, into her clothes, and out the door. The least amount of fanfare, the better.
A family tradition of staying at Malan hall seemed to be developing. Of course, it was the most centrally-located dormitory, so it was the obvious choice.
"Brendan Kavanaugh. I assume you're one of my new housemates?" Oh god, his accent! Epsilon closed her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to clear her mind, before she stepped forward, shaking the offered hand.
"Epsilon Woods. It's really nice to meet you."
"Study?" Her mind temporarily went blank, and she felt her cheeks flush as he laughed. Epsilon, keep it together! "Oh, sorry. I'm studying science and medicine."
He nodded. "Ambitious. I'm going for technology myself, but so is everybody else. That's where the jobs are. To study science and medicine, though, you really have to have a passion for it. You don't put yourself through that degree program just because you think you might get a fat paycheck at the end of it all."
He nodded again. "Sounds like a worthy goal in life. I wish I had something similarly impressive to tell, but I'm still figuring things out myself. Speaking of figuring things out, I think we've got orientations to go to."
"Ah, right! That's supposed to be starting soon, isn't it?" She'd almost forgotten.
"Good idea. I'll give you mine too."
After they exchanged numbers, they each left to their respective orientation events. As she entered the student center, Epsilon raised her eyebrows at the person dancing around in a llama suit. Apparently that was the school mascot, or something? She didn't really understand it herself, but the other students seemed to be enjoying it.
"Boring nerds, all of them. I vote we ditch orientation and meet at the coffee shop."
Once classes started, Epsilon found herself academically challenged for the first time in her life. Everything moved so quickly, and she found it difficult to keep up to the rest of the class. Was this what high school had been like for her classmates? No wonder they'd had so much trouble.
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I'm not sure that the fireworks were a good idea, Epsi. You know Omi has the clumsy trait. Will you be responsible for another Leisure Day disaster?
I'm going to upload Epsilon and Omicron as downloadable sims at the same time, once I've established which one is the heir in-story to avoid spoiling you guys on the download page. Epsilon will be posted as she left for University, in that outfit, because it's so her(hiding sexy behind business casual is totally her thing). Omicron will be posted as...well, I don't know yet, I haven't played that far(he's 1 day to YA in my game).
I'm totally going to miss the generation 3 kids, I definitely bonded with them a lot more than I did the generation 2 kids. I'm sad already, and the handover is still three chapters away. :(
Please note that the preceding statement regarding handover in no way relates to which child is the heir. Handover in this context is defined as story-based handover, not rules-based handover. I will also be tagging posts according to the story, rather than the rules, in case any of you think you're being clever. ;)