A tour of my pad

This is where I live. "Casa Sebastian" if you will. It's a one-bedroom loft style house in the hills of Bridgeport. I'm renting it until my custom hillside is built. There's a pool,

a large deck where my trampoline, telescope and hot-tub are,

and, my favorite room in the house, a huge kitchen.

There's also a game room -- which Kai Leiko obviously liked ...

and my private study area, which I mostly use these days for practicing guitar.

One more thing...

There's one more person I think you should meet. Her name is Daisy Ramsey.

She's the girl I left behind in Sunset Valley. We were best pals as children and sweethearts (sort of) as teenagers.

She's the daughter of some very old family friends of ours, Cole Ramsey and Ariana (Briody) Ramsey. She's three simdays older than me, and we basically grew up together.

She didn't have much of a reaction when I told her I was leaving to go to film school in Bridgeport.

More family

Oh, one more person I need to introduce. Actually a couple more.

This is my half-brother, Noah. Don't need to go into the details here, either, my sister has covered it and I'll defer to her on familial matters.

But I will explain a little bit about him.

His mother is Holly Alto. I'm sure most of you Sunset Valley historians and scholars have heard of her. Her family pretty much owned every shop in town. She was a music and art patron and, I'm told, financed a lot of my dad's early career. Her ancestor, Ebenezer, founded Bridgeport (more on that later).

Dad was pretty up-front with us on our half-siblings. There were no secrets. By the time we were adults we knew about everything in his past. Mom's secrets took a lot longer to come out, but Savannah forced them out of her.

This is my nephew (and best friend) Neil. He had it pretty rough for a spell, what with his dad touring and his mom cooking for the stars. I actually suggested to my sister and my dad that he should stay with us for awhile.


My sister covered this episode, but I'll just add a few things.
Dad was, like, "Okay, cool, he can stay with us for awhile till things cool it at home. He can use the guest room."
Mom, though, was a little skeptical. "You sure you want to do this?" she asked.

Well, I guess, hello world

Hello everyone, I guess.

My sister over at the family's main blog, Just Plumb Nuts, has told this story far better than I could, and for far longer. So I'll spare you guys the gory details.

This picture tells you everything you need to know about my father, Nathan James Jolina-Plumb, a musician so talented he once played for the Grim Reaper. I know that no matter what I do as a musician I will never measure up to that. Not sure anysim can, honestly.

This is my mother, Shandra Bellingham Plumb. She's actually as famous as my father, but her fame came from being the first female conductor of the Sunset Valley orchestra. Before that she'd been a mezzo-soprano and a chamber musician.

My sister, of course, needs no introduction ... but I'll give her one anyway. She's Savannah Plumb, and she's an archaeologist, adventurer, author, and ghost hunter. How'd that happen if both our parents are musicians? You'd have to ask her that one.

And then, there's me. I'm the one peeking out of the toy box. My sister found this pic the other day while going thru our family album. I look pretty different now, though. I'm a little bit taller but my features are pretty much the same. I have my mom's chestnut brown hair and my dad's dark blue eyes. I have mom's olive complexion and dad's features.

Lights, Camera…Bassy!

Hey sis,

You’d be happy to know that dad’s lessons have been sinking in. The fact that we grew up with so much is just not enough, we have to share our good fortune with others. I’ve been mailing regular charity checks since arriving in Bridgeport.

“Hello, Sebastian,” called Emmy Starr as she walked by. I swear, I think the woman sleeps in glamour and elegance.

My boss and I spent all day at the local cemetery doing a screen test. “Now, Sebastian,” she instructed, “you’re supposed to be walking through the cemetery looking for your parents’ stones.”

I stood where she told me to stand, in front of an unmarked gravestone. I can’t believe I’m doing this, for real.

“Remember, Sebastian, you’re having flashbacks to when you were a little boy and your parents died. You’re supposed to stand perfectly still and process the information in your mind.”

“Annnd….ACTION!”

I took a few deep breaths and thought of … absolutely nothing. Isn’t that what all the great actors do when told to stand still?

“Beautiful, Sebastian. You are going to be a convincing Clifford Porter. Now I’m going to have to shoot some landscape shots to go along with your musings in the cemetery lot and this will be perfect.”

Kris Verhoeven is a perfectionist. She was an actress until she decided she would rather write and work behind the camera. She’ll shoot a scene 30 times until she gets it right. Even of such ‘boring’ things as landscapes. She says it’s the “Dutchness” in her.

You’d love this place, Vanna. It’s the cemetery here in Bridgeport. It’s huge … and mostly, empty.

After my shoot was over, I changed my clothes and decided to poke around.

Underneath the catacombs is a bar! Looks like a grotto for vampires.

Well, that’s my agent calling. I wonder what she wants now.

Love, Bassy

Response #5

Hey little bro,

Wow about that ghost at the party!  I’ll definitely have to look that specific kind up.  I deal with specters for a living and I’ve never seen one like that.

First off, mom and dad fired that maid Donovan and hired a butler.  His name is Ty Stark.  He seems like a relic himself but he’s actually younger than I am.  He’s staying in the guest room where Neil was.

Dad put a grand piano in the formal dining room. 

 

I was at the mansion because mom threw a surprise birthday party for Irving.  He turned elder. 

Andy was there briefly but he left and went home with the kids.  Didn’t really feel comfortable. 

The next day I managed to get ALL THREE kids on the school bus and off to school. 

I have no problems getting AJ, the little smarty, to study and do homework.  I like to think he got that part from me.  ;-)  Andy agrees though.   

I love getting your letters, they break up the monotony of my days here.  I’m itching to go to China to go after Pangu’s Axe, but I’ll postpone my trip until Satis and Sety are situated.  I can’t exactly leave while my household is in turmoil.

Love you to bits,

Savannah

Love, Bassy #17 – Me and the Grim Reaper

Hey sis,

You know what’s cooler than driving across the Bridgeport Bay Bridge?  Riding a limo across it.

After my latest promotion, to supporting actor (level 8), I got this carpool to work, with my own limo driver.  Really weird, but I never paid much attention to mom and dad having limos.  They were just, you know, kind of there. 

I got another invite to another party – and yes it was Beau Merrick.  But little did I know that this party wouldn’t be like any of the others.

 

For starters, we had a guest of honor – His Grimness himself. 

  

Upon seeing him there I was too dumbfounded to do or say anything.  I was frozen in fright, my feet rooted to the ground and my heart about to jump out of my chest. 

His Grimness was there claiming one Romeo Rake, who was the boyfriend of Lola Belle.  Poor Romeo was knelt in front of the Reaper, pleading for his life, but to no avail.

However, Romeo’s ghost was definitely a different color than the ones you’ve showed me.  And he had a bright red spot in the middle of his chest. 

 

We all just stood there watching the scene unfold.  We couldn’t say or do anything.

And poor Bianca just simply passed out. 

Boy was I glad to get back home … and get to the kitchen.  I was famished!

More later.

Love, Bassy

Love, Bassy #16

 

Hey sis,

My phone wakes me up at 7:30 in the morning.  It’s my agent.  She wants me to do a radio commercial over at the business building for Llama Musk perfume.  O-kay. 

 

After showering and eating, I go over to the business building to shoot the commercial. 

Little do I know there is a crowd waiting for me. 

 

“Sebastian!  Sebastian!  Over here!”  I smile and wave, but I’m late for work, lol.   So I had to spin into my clothes and split. 

Here I am playing the Repo Man, lol.  And this is in a movie.  Oh well, in this business you take any role you can get. 

This is a view of the bridge in Bridgeport from my car.  Cool, huh?  I love driving across it, absolutely breathtaking scenes. 

 

I took a last-minute glance of my lines in front of the theater, and next to another Sebastian, the Striker boy.  When I arrived here he was a toddler, now he’s a teenager. 

I was surprised to see my boss at the theater.  “Ready for this play?”

“I suppose so,” I said.

“Knock ‘em dead, kid.”  She raised her two thumbs up. 

Here I go.

Love, Bassy