Obsessed, Stressed but Well Dressed

If we're being honest, I don't have the energy to make a new set. So yes, there is breakfast all over the place /but/ this is the interview set.
 
Thursday 6- D Magazine wants to interview the stars of the new reality show. Be sure to answer carefully, Roslyn Taylor is known for tricking interviewees into saying things they regret.
 
Roslyn was the closest thing I had to an enemy. She was a leech. We worked together closely, and we had a mutual dislike for each other.
 
I wasn't worried about that.
 
"Stella, right," a young woman said to me.
 
"Yes. Carlie, I remember," I told her. We had met at brunch. She had one heck of a story, but still seemed like a nice girl.
 
"Are you nervous she asked me?"
 
"Nervous isn't the word I would use," I informed her, twirling a strand of hair. She smiled.
 
"Wish I could say the same." We continued chatting until her time came. I scooted over a seat to Willa- I think her name was Willa. She was texting discretely.
 
"Oh, hey Stella," she greeted.
 
"Good to see you again." She didn't take her eyes of her phone. "Busy?" I asked her. I found it especially rude when you used your phone when talking to someone. But I wasn't going to point that out.
 
"Oh," she said, becoming self conscious. "No, no. How are you feeling today?" That seemed to be a common questions between pregnant women. Between the morning sickness, the moodiness, the cravings and just the general confusion of what was happening to our bodies, "How are you feeling?" was a question that had a litany of responses, all over the chart.
 
"Alright. Moody."
 
"I understand that," she responded, with a gentle chuckle. "This is just a vexing process."
 
"It really is," agreed I. "But it'll all be worth it when we are holding our bundle of joys, right?" She kind of squinted and looked away, before giving me a quiet nod. I had no idea what was up with her. I decided that the conversation had been sufficently awkward and meandered over to Saffron. I liked her, but as with the other girls, she gave me weird vibes.
 
"How did your interview go?" She sighed.
 
"She asked me a lot of questions about my health problems. And how I feel about bringing a child in the world with the risk..." I patted her shoulder.
 
"Calm down. She can be a b.itch. But that's what D magazine pays her for." Saffron laughed.
 
"I guess you're right." Carlie came out.
 
"She wants you, Stel."
 
Well. Here we go.
 
Included:
@ingrid
@abby-rose
@heartofhannah

This is the December calendar!
 
Sunday 2- The first day of filming! To start things off, all of the mothers-to-be will be having brunch at The Libertine. Bring your best smiles and drama, if you have any.
 
Thursday 6- D Magazine wants to interview the stars of the new reality show. Be sure to answer carefully, Roslyn Taylor is known for tricking interviewees into saying things they regret. [Mandatory]
 
Tuesday 11- Time to get some maternity clothes! Some of you are feeling self conscious about your baby bumps, but you'll be sure to find some flattering stuff today.
 
Saturday 15- It's Date Night! Driftwood, Dallas' best new seafood restaurant has invited the cast to a night of whatever they want, on the restaurant. This is a great time to show off your baby daddy/mommy to the camera. [Mandatory]
 
Wednesday 19- Gotta keep that body in shape! All the girls are going to pilates classes. It'll help you and it'll help the baby.
 
Thursday 27- Parenting classes if you're home for the holidays and a little worried about what kind of mom you'll be.
 
Monday 31- Pregnancy can be rough on a marriage (or relationship). This couples massage session should help rekindle the flame.

Names; Sienna Whitfield
Audrey Madden
Elizabeth Oscar
Mara Decker
Zoee Vigil
Teagen Rose
Katyana
Alessandra
Mila Croft
Gia Lanier Cassidine
Natasha Melinda Vasco
Katharine Grant
blythe campbell
Set Category; I believed they are called mosaic...
Category; Semi- experienced. 2 years and a lot of RPs in those 2 years.
Models; Ughh so...
Chanel Iman
Shanina Shaik
Josefina Ciesternas
Behati Prinsloo
Marloes Horst
Emily DiDonato
Cara Delevingne
 
Preferred Roleplays; Luxury Life I suppose.
Character Traits; I like b.itches. Sorry. And outgoing. I've done a couple shy girls and it's interesting too.
*Activity Rate; 8
*Story Length; It depends on how into the character I am. When I wrote for Mara in Winter in Northstar, I had paragraphs and paragraphs of dialogue.
*HELP: Various things. I think my sets are A LOT better than they used to be, so maybe creating plot lines and interacting with other RP's.

name/age; Stella Montgomery- 28
occupation; PR Director at D Magazine- Dallas' guide to city life.
{12 Weeks Preggers}
scenario; {see collection} Stella is the kind of woman who has had her life planned out since 10 years old. Stella got married to Liam at 26 (according to plan) and has been trying since. She's now a year behind and a little concerned that her whole life will be thrown off by this change of plans.

likes; order, plans, chunky jewelry, Egyptian cotton, house hunting, interior decorating, wedding planning, steak houses.
dislikes; disorder and confusion, things not going according to plan, drive thrus, germs, motels
bio; Thus far, Stella has spent most of her life planning. She has her days, months and years outlined out to the T. She grew up in DC with a pretty luxe life, thanks to her political mogul of a mother. Stella remembers being left at school and having hectic weekends because of her parents refusal to ever plan things out. That explains her need to have everything structured. She went to UT Austin and met her husband Liam freshman year, just like she said she would. Liam accepts her crazy 99% of the time and is really supportive of starting their life together. Sometimes he can't believe her high standards and need to always have the best, but at the same time he loves her for it.

collection/storyboard; Coming
model; Josefina Cisternas
taken by; @lacrossefashionista

>describe your family; So far, Liam and I are pretty perfect. I make dinner Monday through Thursday. Friday is date night, Saturday is party night and on Sundays we eat at his parent's. Liam is an advertising specialist for the Dallas Cowboys, so we get to go to games on Sundays, which is always fun. We are just so excited to add a bundle of joy to our mix.
>how do you feel about being pregnant? Excited! I've been planning this forever. Hopefully, I will have a little girl, and then a year later a son. Lucy and Liam Jr.
>why should you be chosen for What To Expect...?
Because I would bring order!
-short story {at least three paragraphs} describing the moment you found out you were pregnant
If I wasn't pregnant, I would die.
 
Everything was going downhill. I was supposed to be pregnant at 27. I was almost 30, for Christ's sake! We were falling behind; it wasn't Liam's fault. He did his job. It was getting to the point of where sex wasn't really fun, because we were so anxious to get pregnant. Actually, that was probably just on my side.
 
"Of course you're pregnant," Steph said. Steph was Liam's younger sister and my best friend. "It has to be this time."
 
I was pacing the bedroom while she sat on the bed. Liam was at work; I had taken a half day.
 
"Okay, it's time," Steph said, heading towards the bathroom. "Are you going to come?" I bit my lip. She dragged me in with her. "Now look." One line.. two lines.
 
Two pink lines. I showed Steph.
 
"We're gonna have a baby! We're gonna have a baby!" She sang. She put her ear to my belly. "Hello baby Lucy. This is your aunt! I'm going to go buy some clothes for you!" I laughed.
 
"We need to go to the Home Depot to pick out paint swatches."
 
"Slow down, Stell. We have to find out if it's a boy or a girl first." But Steph couldn't stop me. My mind was already running 5,000 miles an hour. We were gonna have a baby.
 
Baby Lucy.
 
@followyourbliss @abby-rose @heartofhannah
@ingrid @sophiaspastic
 
Hello-
I'm Stella and I'm so excited for the show!
xxStel
 
{Detailed relationships please!}

October 31- It's Halloween! Despite being a school night, the parents would kill you if you didn't take the kids to Sarah Jessica Parker's annual Halloween party. Her twins are planning on being ladybugs, so don't you dare take your kids as the same.
 
Story up manana.

October 20- Night in, check. Now it's time for a night on the town. The whole gang will be stopping by Turtle Bay Grill & Lounge in Midtown East, a great college bar and club. Perfect place to meet a guy, or at least flirt until they buy you drinks.
 
Does anyone want to know how crazy my week has been and why I haven't posted yet.... good.
- - - - - -
There was absolutely nothing better than a night on the town after a week of toddler chasing and economics classes. The taste of any sort of liquor at that moment was pretty much as close as you could get to heaven without actually dying.
 
Saffron sat beside me in the bar, babbling on. In all honesty, I wasn't listening. Not that I didn't love her (I did, so much), I was just /tired/.
 
Tired of school, tired of my stupid neighbor, tired of the baby.
 
And I really missed the Shaw's.
 
Whoops, time for another refill.
 
"Dang, girl," Saffron commented. I lifted my eyebrow, sending the brainwaves that read /really?/ She had no right to talk about anyone chugging anything.
 
But in honesty, there was no judgement between the two of us. Sure, she went a little more hard core than I did, but we were in the same boat.
 
"Oh my God, look at Greta," Saffron moaned. I turned to see my girl shaking her goodies on the floor.
 
"Well I'll be," I said, with a little chuckle behind it. Greta never failed to take my mood from petulant to amused. "She looks lonely." I grabbed Saffron and we headed on the flood, surrounding her on both sides. I knew some of the more modest girls would have their holier- than- thou moments, and I couldn't blame them. I had more than a few of those.
 
But everyone needed to let loose. That's what night outs were for.
 
Used:
@young-grasshopper
@vikkirose

Tuesday: Headmaster Collins has announced the candidates for Junior class president. Sarah AND Seth? Uh-oh. Let the rumor mill fly...
 
Why did he do it?
 
No one will ever know what inspired Seth to run for Junior class president.
 
Sarah didn't ask for much; she never had to. But president? That was HER thing.
 
I squeezed her hand during the assembly, as Headmaster Collins announced the dates for campaigning, debates and of course, the election.
 
"He doesn't stand a chance," I assured her.
 
But we both knew I was lying. Seth stood as much as a chance as she did.
 
Sarah and I stood up when assembly was over, and she tried to play it off.
 
"I'm really, really sorry. I can explain," Seth said.
 
"We /don't/ want to hear it, Seth," Alennie told him, with a look that could kill.
 
"Al, stay out of this," Seth said.
 
"You aren't president yet Seth, you can't boss me around." We all laughed, except for Sarah.
 
"It's fine Seth. May the best man win," she said, mustering up all of her strength. Seth stuck his hand out for a hand shake. Sarah looked him up and down, and then brushed by him. The rest of the inner circle followed her lead.
 
All of the girls cracked jokes, but I knew that wasn't what Sarah needed.
 
"Blythe," I heard from behind me. I hoped it wasn't Kellan. The last thing I needed was to have a confrontation with him. "Blythe."
 
Ugh, it was Justin.
 
"What?" I asked him, irritated more than anything.
 
"So I here you've got a thing with Kellan."
 
"Does that bother you?" I cocked my head to the side, waiting.
 
"Nah, we're cool. I'm just wondering... what does he have that I don't."
 
"Other than common courtesy?" He laughed.
 
"Well, I'm sure Sarah will be asking you to help her campaign, now that she actually needs it."
 
"And what does that have to do with anything?"
 
"I know how she could guarantee my vote. And the rest of the lacrosse team."
 
"By having Connor threaten them?" I offered. Justin shook his head, and then slowly looked down towards his-
 
"You are disgusting," I told him, before chasing off after my friends.
 
Used:
@high-fashionista
@henna-enjoys-the-little-things

October 13- The school year has been busy so far, and there hasn't been much time for nannies to get together. Sienna is hosting a mixer at her apartment, so bring your beau (if you have one!) and best progress back-to-school story.
 
I looked around my crowded apartment, searching for some order.
 
My roommate Quinn was entertaining some of the girls, while others amused themselves on the sofas.
 
Quinn and I had splurged on the liquor, doing better than our usual Bud Light. This time, the table was filled with Karma Tequila shots, and wine glasses filled with Chardonnay.
 
I had bought the wine glasses at a flea market the year before, thinking I would never get a chance to use them.
 
I was super lucky that Quinn wanted to room with me, the apartment was actually manageable with two people.
 
For a while, it was looking a little iffy, if I was going to be able to pay my share.
 
After Natalie fired me, I had a miniature panic attack, one that I feel was well excised. It wasn't more than 48 hours before I had a new job.
 
I'll admit, it wasn't the same. Mia was adorable, and a baby was a lot different than talkative, inquisitive adolescents.
 
But I missed the kids. And I actually missed messing with Natalie.
 
But whatever. I walked over to Greta, who was preparing to take a shot.
 
"Gimme one," I ordered.
 
"Can I get a please?" She asked. I gave her the look and she laughed. "For a southern belle, your manners really aren't up to par with your stereotype." I scoffed.
 
"Southern Belles are not polite. Just because we are bible bearing, dress wearing, parasol carrying beauties does not mean we are nice." She giggled some more.
 
I felt the coldness of the tequila on my teeth, and it shocked me a little bit.
 
"Aren't you too young for tequila shots?" Mommy Erin questioned, walking by me.
 
"I look young for my age," I cooed to her.
 
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Quinn went to answer it.
 
"Oooh, Cory, hey!" She yelled. I could tell she had already loaded up.
 
"No, Cory, you weren't invited!" I exclaimed, rushing to him to get him out.
 
"I wasn't coming to join, I was coming to tell you your music is /way/ too loud."
 
"As if yours isn't always," I argued back. Cory was taller than me, so I'm sure it was a funny site, watching me attempt to stand with him, eye-to-eye.
 
I hated Cory. I had met him a little bit in Freshman year, just by having similar groups of friends, but now he was my next door neighbor. I already hated him and we had only been in the apartment for a few months.
 
"Fine, fine, I'll leave. But I'll take this with me," he said, taking the shot glass that was in my hand, filled with my second drink.
 
I almost shouted after him, but Quinn grabbed my arm.
 
"Just let him go," she told me. Liwha came up to me on my other side.
 
"I've missed you!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes, still annoyed with Cory's petulance. "Well, sheesh."
 
"Sorry, it's not you. I missed you too, doll," I promised. I meant it. It was just he could turn my mood from fantastic to dreadful with just one look.
 
"He's pretty cute," Liwha commented, with a wink.
 
"If pure immaturity attracts you," I retorted, "he's all yours Liwha."
 
"I'm leaving," Meredith mumbled, brushing past me. Ugh, Meredith had such a stick up her butt, it was beyond annoying.
 
"Just relax! Take a drink!" Meredith gave me a look that could kill, which is a no-no according to the commandments. "What? Jesus drank wine."
 
"I don't find that funny, Sienna," she told me.
 
"Take your tone ten notches down, sweetie. I'm from the south; I know the bible." Meredith sighed, flopping back on the sofa. "How about a water," I offered.
 
I went to the kitchen to get her said water, and almost ran into Keegan, who was giving Sydney a lecture on Lord knows what.
 
"Keeg, no one wants to hear it!" I shouted, clamoring to be heard over the thumping of the music. Maybe Cory did have a point, it was pretty loud.
 
"Sienna, I'm just trying to explain to Syd-"
 
"Don't care," I offered her, shimmying out of the conversation and back to the sofa. Of course, Meredith was no where to be found.
 
I placed the water on the table and shook my head, not trying to hide my frustration.
 
But I didn't really mean it. I was happy.
 
It was good to have the gang back together.
 
Used:
@the-clary-project
@young-grasshopper
@oedipus
@fiendishthingy
@soulfuloctober
@ingrid
@sarahnotsarah
Maybe more, idk haha.

THE GIRL
name: Sienna Whitfield
age: 19
year: Sophomore
School: NYU
major: Journalism
hometown: Charleston, South Carolina
style: Always girly.
biography: Sarcastic, sassy, and quick to bite, Sienna isn't the easiest person to get along with. She's very prevalent in the group, and her apartment is the frequent set for parties and date nights with all of the girls. It's hard for Sienna to stay in a family, because she's not very good at being submissive. Hopefully she can stay with her current family.
model: Shanina Shaik
taken by; @lacrossefashionista
 
THE FAMILIES
 
The Shaws
Natalie Shaw- 32- Commonly mocked by Sienna, these two never had the best relationship. Natalie just fired Sienna, but nobody knows if it's for good or if they are just going through a rough patch.
Model: Miranda Kerr
 
Michael Shaw- 37- Michael doesn't involve himself much in the musings of his wife's relationship with the nanny, but he does take a liking to Sienna. He knows she's what's best for his kids.
Model: Patrick Dempsey
 
Alannis Shaw- 7
Noah Shaw- 5
Sophie Shaw- 3
 
The Suttons
Deliah Sutton- 25- Model by day, Mommy by night. This young mother is finding it difficult to balance her new daughter and her blooming career, but luckily Sienna is open for business. Natalie, who works as a photographer, warns Deliah that Sienna will be back in her family soon, but Deliah can only hope otherwise.
Model: Rosie HW
 
Austin Sutton- 26- Austin comes from a long line of old money, and was lucky to snag a fresh faced model. They weren't planning on starting a family so soon, but sometimes you just have to role with the punches.
Model: Chord Overstreet
Mia Sutton- 3
THE GUY
Cory Harding- 21- Sienna's ah-nnoying next door neighbor who she despises with every particle in her body even though he is possible the cutest boy who has every breathed air. All of her friends see the obvious sexual tension between the two, but Sienna is pretty much anti-relationship so there is no hope. Cory goes to The New School and studies architecture.
Model: Matt Bomer
 

RANDOM FACTS
*Sienna is a southern belle and very girly
*Sienna has diabetes and commonly overdoses on insulin, but not many people know about her condition.
 
Hey y'all, you better be at my party tomorrow, or their will be some punishment.
xSienna
 
{Remember, she can be kind of catty, but for the most part she keeps her decorum. Soooo friends? enemies? roomies?}

Sunday: Per usual, Sunday brunch is being held at the Waldorf Astoria. The dress-code is Sunday best and on the menu? A helping of drama with a side of scandal.
 
"Blythe, Blythe, Blythe. Have you ever been late a day in your life?" Kaitlyn asked, taking her spot next to me at the brunch table.
 
"Aside from when you're driving? I don't think so." She laughed.
 
"You silly goose."
 
"She's her mother's child," Sarah pointed out.
 
"Oh don't act like you're miss fashionable late," Mallory quickly noted. Sarah shrugged.
 
"5 minutes early is on time and on time is-"
 
"Late," groaned Alennie. "We get it, you're perfect, you don't need to rub it in." Sarah shrugged, knowing it was true.
 
"Is that what you're building your campaign on this year?" Mallory asked, giggling.
 
Alennie continued, "Punctuality: the cornerstone of successful government. The one thing standing in between civil democracy-" she paused, oh-so-dramatically, "and /anarchy/." The whole inner circle busted out laughing, as only Alennie could make us.
 
"My campaign is not a joke," Sarah insisted, attempting to compose herself.
 
"But it is," Mallory defied. "Every year you win, so it is." Sarah groaned.
 
"I wish you would take my political career a little more seriously."
 
"We do. We go to lame parties with you. Like Khloe's," Alennie said, with a sly grin. Khloe was only a few chairs down, siting with some other outer circle girls. I knew Alennie didn't like Khloe, because Khloe was pretty and funny and the inner circle guys liked her.
 
She wasn't jealous. She just hated change.
 
Bailey was the same way. It was weird how much she and Alennie had in common, compared to how different I was from my sister. Bailey lived for Sunday Brunch. It was her opportunity to set the tone for the week, back when she ran the inner circle. Alennie loved it for the same reason.
 
Bailey never understood why Alennie was kind of the unspoken ringleader. I tried to explain to her that things were different now. Back when Bailey was in school, they had set leaders and crap like that. But now, we were sort of equals. Not really, it was just we were so different we couldn't be compared.
 
I guess I was the submissive one. I was never, ever close to leaving the inner circle, even when I was friendly to the outsiders. All of our positions were firm, and I liked it like that.
 
I guess Alennie did too, and for her, Khloe threatened that.
 
"Speaking of Khloe's," Sarah said, turning to me. "Did I see you leaving a room with Kellan?"
 
"Kellan who?" Kaitlyn asked. Sometimes, it was as if Kaitlyn was in her own little world.
 
"Gawd, Kellan Kellan," Mallory snapped.
 
"Kellan was there?" Spencer asked.
 
"How drunk were you?" I inquired. She silenced me with a look. She didn't like to talk about her intoxications... ever.
 
"Not /that/ drunk," she corrected, her eyes turning into tiny slits. "If you were with Kellan, there is no good explanation. Unless you were wasted."
 
It was now or never. Sarah was too smart, and I talked to her the most out of everyone. But what was I supposed to say? Hey, I know he's outer circle, but he's hot and listens to what I have to say unlike any of you and if you have a problem with the two of us you can burn in a pit of he.ll right next to the people who wear white after labor day.
 
"I dunno," was all I could manage.
 
"Well, you should figure it out before you do something you regret," Alennie advised. Sarah decided to take the softer approach.
 
"Sweetie, you know we love you." Like their good cop/ bad cop tactic would work. I was not a five year old, though sometimes they talked to me like I was.
 
I was sick of it. Bailey would've never let anyone talk down at her like that. She had confidence in her placement in the inner circle, that she would do what she wanted without approval and it always worked out for her.
 
But I wasn't Bailey; Bailey was dead. Bailey was perfect, while I only pretended to be.
 
@henna-enjoys-the-little-things
@high-fashionista
@young-and-restless
@sophiaspastic
@larissa-xo
@istylista