1.4 Contemplating Patricide

Welcome back, all! We return for another exciting, action-packed, infurating  (for me at least) chapter of Goth-Sanity. We open today with Cassandra learning to use the potty . . . look at that face!! Lol!

Downstairs however, things were about to get heated. I zoomed in on Gunther and Bella to watch them while Mortimer continued with Cassandra's toddler training upstairs. I saw Gunther headed into the master bedroom, intent on some socialization with his son's wife. Harmless, right?

Gunther - Hey sweetie, how's about you let me hold your hand? (Pick Up Line)

O_O!!!!!!!!! WHAT?!?!?!?! Oh HEEEEELLLL no!

Bella - Um . . . what?

I guess being a Good sim, Bella didn't immediately tell him to stuff it where the sun don't shine. They didn't get a negative social hit, but they didn't get a positive one either. Still. So NOT acceptable. >_<!!!

I immediately sent Mortimer down to give the senile old bat a piece of his mind. Oddly, it initiated a three-way-conversation . . .

Mortimer - What the hell, dad?! Why are you trying to come on to my wife?!

Bella - So THAT'S what he was doing . . . weird.

Gunther - *has the nerve to look insulted*

Gunther - Whoa there, Morty. Don't you think you're over-reacting? It was just a bit of harmless fun.

Mortimer - Harmless fun?! Are you SERIOUS right now?! Forget the fact that she's your own son's wife, Bella's young enough to be your daughter and she JUST gave birth to your granddaughter! Have a little class, you sick bastard!

After that Mortimer stomped off to use the bathroom. Gunther continued to look insulted, and Bella continued to be just the slightest bit out of the loop.

As soon as Mortimer's out of the room . . .

Gunther - *Flirt*

AAAUUUURRRGGGHH!!! I don't care HOW lonely or horny you are, you old bastard! If you break up this marriage I will slam a meteor down on your ass SO fast . . . !!!!

Bella knew where Gunther was trying to go, this time. The informative speech-bubble helped, no doubt. She still didn't get insulted, but she looked pretty shocked this time at least.

That's it, Morty. Let him have it with both barrels. *ques up insult/argue spam*

*initiates 3-way-conversation again*

SO weird . . .

Mortimer insulted his workaholic tendencies, mocked him and argued.

Bella - Well . . . this is awkward . . . I think I'll just go to bed. (True Story)

I was attempting to get their relationship low enough to at least hit him if not actually get into a brawl. It was taking too long, though, and Mortimer had work in the morning. It's safe to say that whatever good relationship they still had from base game is gone now.

Saved by the bell, old man. -_- I will show you no mercy if you do that again.

Prudence - Aw, it's over? I missed all the drama!

Afraid so, hun.

Bella - *dreams about desks* <-- Random

While all that drama was going down, Rufus was out and about town sniffing out collectables. He was in the public graveyard when it was time for him to have his elder birthday. I'd feel bad about him being by himself, but it was probably better that he wasn't home at the time. It's dark so it's hard to tell, but he looks exactly the same. Already being grey, you can't even tell if he has a grey muzzle or eye-spots, lol.

While I was focused on Rufus I noticed this guy floating around. I had run across a strange gravestone labled 'Tragic Clown' earlier and I was curious as to who it was. Apparently this is the guy. He drowned . . . tragic indeed. D:

Cassandra has some 'fun' with the logic blocks. At the time of taking this picture I thought the house somehow had a crack in the wall. It took me a day or two to realize those were the super thin gothic windows I put in earlier. <-- Observation Fail.

Cass also gets some playtime in the toy box. So cute.

Meanwhile Bella reads a book down in the living-room. In her nightgown. *sigh*

Curly Maid - Ugh! I can't get to the toy to put it away!

Seriously, guy? He's still using it, GTFAway. -_-

Bella - Why is she so cranky?

Mortimer - Bells, she's tired, you need to put her in the crib so she can sleep. If not, put her down so I can.

This happens a lot. Bella likes to hold the baby hostage. Not necessarily fulfill any of her urgent needs, just stand there holding her. XD

I'm so mad at him right now I'm glad he passed out. >_< I don't even care that it cost me points.  -5

Mortimer got himself a promotion! And thankfully the outfit for this particular position is working correctly.

Cassandra - Ooo, I've never been here before! What a new and exciting experience.

Eh . . . I wouldn't get too excited just yet, kiddo . . .

Cassandra - Waff do yoo mean? I'm hungerz and mommy gavfes me fud. *Om nom nom*

Cassandra - Okay, I'm done! I'd like to be put down now . . . mommy? Mom? Where's she goin?

This is why I hate high-chairs. -_-

Bella - *goes down into the living room to turn on the radio for no discernible reason*

Cassandra - This is unacceptable!!! I demand to be released from this chair prison at once!!

Bella did go back up to get her . . . eventually.

Bella - Goodness, Cassandra, why are you upset all the time?

Cassandra - I have been betrayed! BETRAAAAAAYED!

Daddy to the rescue! Cassandra usually has it pretty rough while Mortimer's at work, but as soon as he gets home he goes up to get her settled. I have no delusions that I'll actually be able to get her completely skilled in time, but it doesn't hurt to try.

And it's great for their social. Morty <3's his little girl. ^_^;;

Morty also <3's his BIG girl . . . *eyebrow waggle*

They both had wishes to woo-hoo locked in, so I took advantage of a brief lull of calm. Plus Mortimer needs to re-stake his claim, so to speak, after his so-called-father's betrayal.

Plus, you can't have a legacy without babies and these guys are supposed to have TWO babies . . .

We had some hauntly visitors that night. Cornelia was the first to show up.

Then Victor.

And Simon rounded out the troupe.

Simon sat himself down in front of the computer and played Need for Speed all night.

Cornelia continued to watch the romance channel. I hope you're not missing Gunther. -_-

Victor went and had himself a rousing practice session of Gnubb.

Apparently he's pretty darned good at it, too.

Rufus found enough pieces to complete this special item. It's called My Friend Fred. Interesting . . . O_o . . . we'll just put this one up in the attic. XD

Bella's gone back to sleeping on the kitchen floor in her sleeping bag. *siiiigh*

At least when she's not getting woken up in the middle of it to get sick. Baby on the way? You betcha. :D

That's it for this edition! Now some of you know WHY I said Gunther was going to make things worse . . . XD . Stay tuned for the next chapter to see if he manages to get himself an untimely demise.

:: SCORECARD ::

Self Wetting : -10
Passing Out : -15
Failing School :
Game-Forced visit from Police, Firefighters or Babysitters :
Accidental Deaths :
Social Worker Visit :

Every Birth : +5
Twins :
Triplets :
Fulfilling LTWs :
Every Honor Roll :
Randomizing every LTW and trait for an entire generation :
Not Using Spares Lifetime Happiness points for an entire generation :
Every 100,000 simoleons earned :
Painting of Torch Holder :

TOTAL = -20

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1.3 Better Late Than Never

Back again for the next installment of Goth-Sanity. On the tail end of the sadness that is Cornelia's death, the household struggles to move on with life. Mortimer tries to make sure he sets aside a moment or two to give Rufus some love and attention. His elder birthday is not that far along now.

Bella wakes up from her night on the kitchen floor, starting to show a bit of a bump now and ravenous by the looks of things.

And . . . instead of feeding herself, she goes and fills the not-empty-yet dog bowl? -_-

She did manage to eat something finally. And at about that time her hygiene tanked completely since she hasn't showered in 3 days I think.

Bella - Phew, something smells!

That would be you, dear.

Bella - My back! Ouchies!

I'll tell you what I told Cornelia all those sim-years ago. Try sleeping in your bed and that won't happen. -_-

She seems pretty excited for her upcoming baby. She rubs and talks to her tummy a lot. Even when I wish she'd GO BATHE.

Bella had a wish locked in to kiss Mortimer, but when I had him try it she shut him down. Too sad and stinky apparently.

Mortimer - Well can I at least rub your belly?

Bella - Yeah, sure. :3

And apparently all that adorable impending-fatherhood spam got her in the mood, because she didn't turn him down a second time. I'm impressed that Mortimer was able to brave that stink-cloud in order to get the deed done.

And it's at this point that I'm implementing a new house-rule for myself. I can't stand to watch my sims walk around in their underwear ALL DAY LONG, so if I feel like it I will allow myself to change outfits.

Otherwise you guys would have never gotten to see this super cute maternity dress I made her. ^_^

More tummy rubbing. Bella makes a very cute expectant mama.

And yes, the household is still heartbroken. They're almost over it though, thank the sim-gods. Though my luck, Gunther will pop his gaskets right as they're getting over Cornelia's death. -_-

All this time Rufus has been spending most of days hunting collectables. He finally found enough pieces to complete this special object, the Diamond Dog. Pretty spiffy, and it's worth 1000 simoleons too. I want to keep it though, as part of Rufus' epic collection of awesomeness.

Uuuh, Bella?

Bella - Don't ask me! The game just announced that it was time for Mortimer and I to graduate at city hall, even though we grew up five days ago. And instead of a graduation gown, I just spun into this hot mess . . . .

Yeah, guess that doesn't have a pregnant mesh . . . O_o

Mortimer was able to spin into his robes just fine, of course.

Mortimer - Wow, City Hall's pulling out all the stops for this graduation, eh?

Actually, no. That's thanks to your father being a CEO. Otherwise you'd be taking a taxi.

Bella - No fair, I want graduation robes. D:

Don't worry Bells, you get a cute baby instead. The other graduate is Darlene Bunch. There's one other besides Bella and Mortimer, not sure who it is yet, though.

In the end, Bella didn't even go inside. She still graduated though, which is the important part. I put her back into her maternity wear and she pulled out a book to read. Gunther has no excuse for not going inside to be with his son, he just fails at life.

At any rate, Bella graduated with Honors and was named Valedictorian as well as voted Most Likely to Save the World.

Aha, that's who the other graduate is. Sandi French, the girl who was briefly considered as spouse material once upon a time.

Sandi - HahaHA! She's miserable AND fat! This fills me with GLEE!

And apparently she developed the evil trait somewhere along the line.

Seriously. Sandi is harboring some serious hate toward Bella. I can only deduce that it's jealousy from losing out on spouse-hood.

Mortimer exited City Hall in due time to throw his diploma. He also graduated with Honors and was voted Most Likely to Complete his LTW. We can hope. :D

Bella was starving at this point, and YAY she found the banana I stuffed in her inventory that morning for just-in-case-ies.

She and Gunther continued to just stand there on the steps of course, so I had to have Mortimer call them home after he'd done so. Exhausted, Bella opts for the sleeping bag again instead of her bed. -_-

After only an hour or two she pops right back up again. How come?

'Cause it's BABY TIME! I'm sure she'd look more excited if she wasn't in excruciating pain right now.

Mortimer - What?! Baby?! Now?! But my mom isn't here, nobody else knows what to do!

Calm down Morty, just take her to the hospital. O_o No need to have a melt down.

Long after they'd left the house Gunther continued to do the freak-out dance in the entryway, where he hasn't moved since he came home. I'm really wondering if their new tendency to just stand there and do absolutely nothing stems from the mourne moodlet or the lag of the house . . . .

At any rate, Mortimer and Bella arrived at the hospital safe and sound.

Um . . . Morty? Aren't you, you know, gonna go inside and be with the mother of your child while she gives birth?

Mortimer - Nah, not so much. I think I'd rather stay out here.

And he did. I guess we can add this to the list of things that Mortimer Goth won't do. -_-

Bella - He didn't come with me . . . :(

I know, but LOOKIT!!!! Pink blanket! We all know what this means! 

As per canon, Mortimer and Bella Goth's first child is a daughter named Cassandra. Thanks to her good moodlets from being married and graduating I was allowed to roll Cassandra's traits. She ended up with Evil and Heavy Sleeper. XD Otherwise her favorite color is blue, her music of choice is Roots and her favorite food is Goopy Carbonara.

Also, a birth means points! +5! Sadly, we're still in the negatives. Oh well.

Once home, Bella immediately puts Cassandra down in the crib, which is good since her energy motive is in the orange already.

Right off to dream land. :D You'll also note her crib-mate. I have dubbed him Cuddlebones.

That night I noticed one of the chairs in the dining-room dancing all over the place. Who's come to haunt?

CORNELIA!!! This makes me happy. :D

Then she went upstairs into the kids room and watched the romantic channel for the rest of the night. Somehow that depresses me . . . :(

From the Goth lot I have a pretty good view of the public cemetery. It interested me when I suddenly caught Bella's older brother Micheal running past his grandfather, Milton Bachelor.

I have no idea where either are headed to, but it's in opposite directions. I was amused, and so I share.

It is, of course, Mortimer who has to pull middle-of-the-night feedings and cuddles. I can barely count on Bella and Gunther to take care of themselves, let alone a baby.

Mortimer - I don't like it when she cries!

Then give her a bottle and change her dirty diaper. It'll work wonders, I promise.

See what I mean? Three nights in a row now and she refuses to go back to her bed. Why???? -_- I suppose I should just be grateful that she's not passing out on me.

By morning Mortimer, Bella and Gunther were all starving together with none of Cornelia's awesome leftovers left. I sent Mortimer to try his hand at cooking them some breakfast.

Bella - Are you sure you don't want me to do that sweetie?

Mortimer - Bella, I resequence complex DNA structures for a living, I think I can handle baking some waffles.

The evidence says otherwise. XD Unfortunately they're all too hungry to try again, so charcoal briskets it is.

I think this is the first time they've all sat down to eat together at the same time. Miracles do happen. At least none of them got sick from that unfortunate food.

Screaming baby calls, however. No rest for the weary.

Since Mortimer is now at work, it was up to Bella to take care of it. It took her a little while, but she eventually made it upstairs. Yay!

And then . . . carried the baby down to the TV. Bella!

Bella - I have to catch this episode of Sim-vivor . . . .

Bella - Aw, the TV turned off! What gives?

The baby in your arms is hungry and lonely. PAY ATTENTION TO IT! She did eventually, but not without a lot of useless yelling on this end of the screen.

Gunther was doing a great job of being a big pile of useless, playing games on the computer when his fun motive isn't even low. I'm still holding a grudge from Cornelia's death I guess. He gets on my nerves now. >_<

Bellllaaaaaaa!!!! >_<!! 

Bella - I'm so sorry! I tried! ;_;

Awweh . . . She WAS on the way (she's in the bathroom you'll notice), she just didn't make it in time. And she looks so miserable. :( Okay, I forgive you, but only because you're so darned cute.

Still, another -5. *gusty sigh*

Gretel Goth came out to haunt that night. Hi Gretel!

Along with  . . . Victor . . . . Wow. There's some nightmare fuel for ya, eh?

Bella, WHY won't you shower?

Bella - I will in a minute. I want to get these waffles made first before Mortimer wakes up. I don't want to have to eat his cooking again.

Ouch, lol.

And damn it if she doesn't cook them perfectly, without any points in cooking. This actually gives her her first point. See Mortimer? THAT'S how you make waffles.

Mortimer - STFU.

After breakfast it's time for Cassandra's first birthday! Since Mortimer had WAY more interaction with her than the other two adults in the house, he gets to do the honors.

Mortimer - Isn't there supposed to be a candle in it? I think this cake is broken.

Just give it a minute. XD

See? It's like MAGIC. And careful you don't suffocate your daughter in your pit, sir.

Bella - YAY BIRTHDAY!

Gunther made it right at the last minute, as usual. Curly maid joined in the festivities as well.

And POOF! Cassandra has reached her toddler-hood, in all her rainbow-sparkled, cross-eyed glory.

A better shot of her, sans cross-eyes. She inherited her parents' black hair, but her eyes are more of a bluish green than Bella's light green. Not sure where she inherited them from, but they're cute.

DAMMIT Gunther!

Curly Maid - That's so nasty . . . .

-5 !!

We're starting to rack up the fails like any good, self-respecting ISBI. Mortimer and Bella continue to follow the canon of their storyline. Will the trend continue? Will Gunther and Bella continue to nosedive my points? Tune in next time and find out!

:: SCORECARD ::

Self Wetting : -10
Passing Out : -10
Failing School :
Game-Forced visit from Police, Firefighters or Babysitters :
Accidental Deaths :
Social Worker Visit :

Every Birth : +5
Twins :
Triplets :
Fulfilling LTWs :
Every Honor Roll :
Randomizing every LTW and trait for an entire generation :
Not Using Spares Lifetime Happiness points for an entire generation :
Every 100,000 simoleons earned :
Painting of Torch Holder :

TOTAL = -15

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