The main character for the Al Medina story is actually a YA version of my simself--well, at least as close to a simself as I can make. I named her Krisalyn, which is what I would have named a daughter if I'd had one. (I only had sons.) I chose Perry as a last name because it's close to (but not the same as) what my maiden name once was.
Here is the house I chose for Krisalyn. It's in the main area of Al Medina and is a mid-range cost home. I gave her enough money to get it (freerealestate) because she'll soon have a roommate to help cover the costs.
It's built on the cliff above the river.
The first floor. I love that fireplace and the Moroccan style seating.
Upstairs bedrooms and bath.
The first thing Krisalyn did was to Research Fashion Designs. She has the Artistic trait.
I sent Krisalyn to the park, hoping she might meet a neighbor.
She left the park and headed straight to the salon below ground, not speaking to anyone (Loner trait).
Krisalyn had found another drafting table! Oh well, she was enjoying her time of solitude. I understand.
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The story begins ...
Back home, Krisalyn read through the local newspaper, looking for any information she might find about Amazigh. But Leif was right. It was as if the dig site didn't even exist.
She took a trip down to Port Medina to check out where Rome Montez moored his houseboat, the Dulce Vida. This was the man Leif said should be the guide for her expedition.
Krisalyn made a quick trip to Leif Ericson's penthouse before her planned evening at the Americana Club. He was a busy man, but she was lucky to find him as he arrived home.
Krisalyn: Leif, I'm glad you'll be around this evening. But please, try not to look like you're spying. I'm nervous enough as it is.
Leif: You have no need to worry. I'm paying for this project, and I'm not about to see it fail.
Reassured, Krisalyn left. But she ran into Adrian just as he was parking his car. He lived on one of the lower floors of the condominium and worked for Leif. He had also promised Krisalyn that he'd be at the club that night.
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Meanwhile, Rome was finishing up a light dinner alone. He had plans for the evening though.
First a short nap before heading out to the Americana. He usually spent his nights there, either looking for tourists needing a sightseeing guide or--hopefully--finding a lady whose company he could enjoy.
The club was busy as usual, but Rome noticed a woman in a red hat across the room. She kept glancing his way when she thought he wasn't watching. He casually made his way over to her.
Rome joined the lady's table and introduced himself. She smiled and offered her name without hesitation. Rome sensed an invitation. ... So, he asked her to dance.
