Quinn: Nothing’s wrong! Just give me until spring to… adjust to the decision. Anyways, weren’t you dreaming of a spring wedding? Wouldn’t it be nice to be married before having… or adopting a child?

Riley: Well that would be ideal, but Raleigh still hasn’t proposed. 

Raleigh: I’m waiting for the perfect moment, jeez! Why don’t I just ask you now and be totally unromantic? This conversation is over.

Quinn: You guys… you can’t adopt!

Riley: I’m sorry, Quinn… this isn’t up for discussion, really. We’ve made our decision.

Quinn: Does it have to be right now? Can’t you wait a few weeks? Or months? Maybe another year?

Riley: I mean, we can wait a few more weeks… maybe until spring, but Quinn, sweetie. What’s wrong? I know that you can’t have kids, but we can’t either… adoption’s the only option, really.

Riley: Quinn, Raleigh and I want to adopt.

Quinn: You… what?

Raleigh: See? I told you that this was a bad idea!

Raleigh: Babe, maybe we shouldn’t—

Riley: Are you kidding me? I feel like we haven’t seen you in weeks, Quinn! Raleigh and I have had a lot of time to think and discuss things, and we wanted to wait to discuss this as a family because you, love, are a huge part of our family! We’ve decided—

Raleigh: Baby. Some other ti—

Quinn: I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I’ll never get there, you know? I’m so close, but… it’s just not working out the way I’d like it to.

Raleigh: I know you’ll get it! I don’t understand this science-y stuff at all, but you do. You’re the smartest sim I know!

Quinn: Aww, thanks Raleigh.

Riley: Oh, hey guys! Glad you’re together right now, because, Quinn, Raleigh and I have something we want to mention to you.

Quinn: …and with that, Bonehilda came to life. Do you understand?

Raleigh: No, not at all, actually. I’m very confused.

Quinn: She’s harmless.

Raleigh: That’s a relief.  

Raleigh: Oh my god. Oh. My. God. QUINN! QUINN OH MY GOD. QUINN. THE HOUSE IS HAUNTED. QUINNNNNNNN!

Days later, Quinn breathed life into her new project. Using samples of DNA from various sources, she created a maid for the house. Although the maid was not quite alive, it was a large step forward.

As you can see, Bonehilda is thrilled.

Back home, Raleigh had no clue what was going on. He just assumed that Quinn was researching in her lab, or perhaps out on a date with the redhead she met at the festival.

Finally, she just walked into the mausoleum and collected the DNA samples she needed.
Most people do not know this, but after they die, their hair and fingernails continue to grow for months in the coffin. These were the samples of DNA Quinn needed—sure, she could have used her own DNA, but without other DNA to add to it, she would have simply cloned herself, and her research had naught to do with that.

Late one night, her research took her far from home to the graveyard near the Glendlough Swamp. She spent hours fretting, contemplating what she was doing and questioning her morals.

While home, Quinn spent quite a bit of time writing for a scientific journal in St. Claire. Although she no longer lived there, she kept in touch with scientists in the city who aided her in her research and sent her supplies that she couldn’t get in Glendalough. She never revealed what she was actually working on—that was the main reason they had moved to Glendalough, so her research would be far from prying eyes. 

Hey, I made my first simblr post two years ago today. Here it is :)

I just like, want to take a minute to thank each and every one of my followers for being so amazing, especially those of you who have stuck with me since day one and/or through my excessive and unexcused absences. I love every single one of you. 

Quinn: Are you sure?

Maggie: I am!

Raleigh: When am I supposed to propose to you?

Riley: Why are you asking me this?

Quinn: There’s something I have to tell you, before you pursue me. I’m asexual. 

Maggie: Really? Oh, wow, I’ve never—