Today we'll open up with . . . a 'disturbance' going down in the bathroom . . . .
HONOUR - No Lefty! NO! I'm telling you, it wasn't me! It was the one-armed man!
LEFTY - LIES! You will pay for your crimes!
HONOUR - *GACK!*
HONOUR - Oh, Plumbobs save me! He's not bluffing!
HONOUR - He's *choke* really not *gack, cough* bluffing! *wheeze*
Honour, sweetie . . . why are you choking yourself?
HONOUR - Uuuum . . . eheheheh . . . jellybeans?
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Insane sims at their best.
HONOUR - As a side note, STARVING!
Well you know where the kitchen is at. Bonehilda is certainly peppering the counters and floor with plenty of quick-meals for you to choose from.
FELIX - Hello, ladies.
See what I mean? The hot-tub is a magnet for the Goth males it seems.
The one Goth male that I can control has been a busy bee at his alchemy station. Now that his generation is winding down to a close, I want to make sure he has plenty of handy potions made that will help with the generations to come.
He has to take breaks every now and then to keep his pesky family from giving me fails, however.
Since Caitlyn's social was low, I also let Beau take some time to chat her up. I thought it was cute that their topic of choice ended up being their kids.
This, of course, led to some other sorts of interactions . . . *ahem*
Henri took over the rocking-horse from Felix. It seems she also takes bandit chasing QUITE seriously.
Honour wandered off into the computer room, chatting with people she didn't know. STRANGER DANGER!
Caitlyn tripped the shower booby-trap that Felix set last chapter. She was less than pleased with her neon-yellow dye job.
Felix wasn't the only teen delinquent in the house, however. I caught Everett trapping one of the bathroom sinks at some point.
This fellow is one of the few spouse options wandering around town at the moment. I believe his name is Isaac Nix, who came home with one of the boys that afternoon. My original intention was to pair him off with Gwendolyn . . . .
But Honour surprised me by immediately cornering Isaac as soon as he set foot in the house and spamming him with social interactions, rounding out the night with a game of tag that bumped them into best-friend status. O_o Well, who am I to argue?
Henri settled with playing tag with her grandpa. Jarrod didn't mind, of course.
True to her blossoming image, Gwendolyn would rather do her homework than socialize. Way to be nerdy, Gwen. *thumbs*
BEAU - In bed, mister.
EVERETT - I hate art almost as much as I hate your face.
Yeah . . . that didn't go over well. O_o
Moving things right along, the next day it was time for Gwendolyn to hit her teenage years.
Sparkle twirl!
So cute! It's so hard for me to pick a solid favorite this generation, at least where looks are concerned. They all have something different and unique that I like about them visually. Since she only had a B in school, I think, her fourth trait was locked in; Green Thumb
I've got Beau chugging skill boosting elixirs for two reasons. One, I need level 8 fishing to catch the stoopid Fairy Damsel fish I need for the fairy elixir (I'm stocking up on any and everything I think I might need in gens to come). And two, LIFETIME WISH ACHIEVED!
+10
That night it was also time for the boys' prom. Here's Everett in his tux, so cute.
And Felix in his, not far behind.
For the first time in any of my games, BOTH boys managed to procure themselves romantic interests at prom all on their own, with girls they hadn't known previously. I was super excited about this until I found out the girls were both homeless babysitters. -_-*
My attempts to MC them into the household and then move them back out again into their own house failed miserably (with a game crash), but they're still technically in the boys' known persons panel. If either of them win heirship I'll rescue their respective loves from the void of homeless NPCs.
One of them won Prom King, but I can't remember which it was for sure . . . I think it was Felix . . .
Gwendolyn starts her teenage years on the right, Genius-traited foot; reading a book. Too bad she won't play chess. >_<
Here we have the twins sharing some table time . . . with rancid food cluttering the room as well. It annoys me to no end that Bonehilda ignores chores that need doing in lieu of laying out more and more food for hungry children. <-- *fume*
Just Jarrod . . . being random and awesome all at the same time. Turning on the stereo and then pulling some awesome 'jam' faces. And in the background, Bonehilda being her annoying, food-obsessed self.
Brief spares intermission! Deirdre and Tristan's vampire son Jeremiah has reached child stage! Very cute. Looks a lot like mama.
My massive indecisiveness strikes again at this point, inspiring me to tear out the mausoleum and just have a regular old graveyard on the lot instead. Our founders are in the center, with Gunther and Cornelia to the right and Cassandra to the left.
Caitlyn has reached level 4 in the Psychic career, and now has a 'Private Readings' metric to her job performance. I decided to use her free adult action to offer Beau a private reading, since it's currently in the angry red frowny face stage.
BEAU - Wat? Ew, no!
CAITLYN - *sad face*
Dood! -_- Beau, WTH was that?
I dedided to have them settle their differences with a good ol' fashioned game of rock-paper-scissors.
Caitlyn whooped his butt, earning herself back some justice for his unreasonable diss of a moment ago.
EVERETT - So Henri, have you met any friends at school yet?
HENRI - Sorry, Ev, I'm a little more concerned that grandpa is eating a bowl of BRAINS right now. I'll get back to you later, kay?
Ugh, Bonehilda.
Henri went on to check her parents' bed for monsters.
HENRI - AAAAAAH! GTFO, MoFos! Every man for himself!
I'll let you draw your own conclusions as to how that went.
Jarrod got him some computer chat time.
FELIX - I like ponies. :D
EVERETT - Ugh, seriously Felix? 'Ponies' are for little girls.
FELIX - B-but . . . but . . . ponies. :<
Awwweh, don't listen to him sweetie. You can like ponies if you want to.
The brothers quickly mended fences with some good ol' gossip, though. They're pretty good friends.
Autonomous cooking is rare now with Bonehilda and her never-ending quick-meals on the lot. I was surprised that Gwen managed to not burn these, since she doesn't have any cooking skill to speak of at this point.
Still . . . there were other, more important things she could've been doing . . . .
GWEN - Nuggets! I didn't get any of that on the hotdogs did I? Because I'm still starving.
O_o So unsanitary.
-5
HONOUR - Brushy brushy brushy brushy!
EVERETT - Ugh, why won't she get out so I can shower and then go to sleep?! Soooo . . . tired . . .
Well, there ARE 2 other showers/tubs in this house you know. You're the one who went into the only occupied one . . .
JARROD - Golly, I sure am exhausted. I guess I better get some sleep!
JARROD - Yep, this looks like a good spot. *collapses*
*fuuuuuuume*
-5
Felix is still trying to garner brownie points, though it might just be his Workaholic trait at work. What are the rest of his siblings up to, you ask?
. . . Having a walk-way convention?
GWEN - Phooooooone.
HENRI - *suffocation from stink-cloud*
HONOUR - Must . . . sleep . . . .
EVERETT - This wall paneling is utterly FASCINATING.
Meanwhile Caitlyn was not a fan of our mysteriously hovering, sparkly book. I have no idea which ghost this was, since it never actually rendered properly the whole night. Weird.
CAITLYN - Beau! WARN me before you throw those things! I almost peed my pants!
We doused her with Job Booster, hoping it'll help her advance in her career since we won't be able to meet the Private Readings requirement. Though it just now occured to me that I might be able to request readings from her with Beau and it would still count . . . *taps chin*
JARROD - Did someone say pee their pants? *does so*
-_- Dangit Jarrod.
-5
After his accident, Jarrod decided to be very chatty. He cornered Gwendolyn just inside the door to talk about art. Then moved on to Cait after she got back from work, asking about her day.
Also, the common denominator between all of these children right now? THEY ALL STINK to high heaven. Seriously, nobody wants to bathe this generation. >_<
Then Jarrod died.
CAITLYN - .... You have GOT to be shitting me.
I'm not. I seriously couldn't make this stuff up any better if I tried.
CAITLYN - Seriously, Jarrod? You're going to die in front of me, right after we JUST finished a conversation about my day? You've ruined conversations for me, now, I just want you to know. Thanks a lot.
JARROD - I'm dead. So your argument is invalid.
All the kids came running to mourn the loss of their grandpa, waking every one of them out of bed to do it. As you can see, all of them are low on energy, a couple of them dangerously so. I sense fails on the horizon.
Jarrod went down on his knees to plead for more time, but Grim wouldn't budge. His time was officially up.
Goodbye Jarrod Hart-Goth, you made an awesome spouse. He lived to be 101 days old, and was laid to rest next to his beloved Cassandra.
But let's not dwell on the sad death stuff. The next afternoon it was finally time for the youngest of the household to reach their teenage years. Henrietta and Honour both stepped up to their cakes.
Then some simultaneous grieving . . . the poor girls are the only ones with mourning moodlets, thanks to the moodlet manager.
HONOUR - . . . why do I get the feeling that nobody is actually celebrating MY birthday?
Uuum . . . don't worry, they will. It's just that your sister's is first in the que.
Henri launches off into her celebratory sparkle-fest.
HONOUR - Okay guys, it's my turn! Yay! . . . . guys? . . . . Guys?!
I kid you not, when it was time for poor Honour to have her birthday, some random stray decided to kick off on the front lawn and pulled everybody away to mourn it.
. . . .
I'm telling you, I couldn't MAKE THIS STUFF UP. It just happens. XD
At any rate, here we have Henrietta Goth, all teenager-fied! Since she had a C or B in school, her next trait is locked in, Vehicle Enthusiast. Boring, but not bad per se.
And finally, the crazy baby of the family, teenaged Honour Goth. Her trait was also locked in, Animal Lover.
I played through one more day, right up to Everett's YA birthday hoping the girls would do something interesting and noteworthy so they'd have SOME screen time in their teen years before the heir vote . . . but to no avail. Oh well.
Instead we'll end this chapter with our current TH, Beau. Tending some plants in his garden. Is he ready to step down, or is there still more of his story to be told?
That all depends on you! Stay tuned for the heir vote of Generation 4! Till then, happy simming!
:: SCORECARD ::
Self Wetting : (21) -105
Passing Out : (20) - 100
Failing School : (0)
Game-Forced visit from Police, Firefighters or Babysitters : (0)
Accidental Deaths : (0)
Social Worker Visit : (0)
Cheat Penalty : (1) -10
Every Birth : (6) +30
Twins : (2) +20
Triplets : (0)
Fulfilling LTWs : (5) +50
NTH Spouse Reaching Top of Career : (1) +5
Every Honor Roll : (1) +5
Randomizing every LTW and trait for an entire generation : (1) +10
Not Using Spares Lifetime Happiness points for an entire generation : (2) +20
Every 100,000 simoleons earned : (2) +40
Painting of Torch Holder : (0)
TOTAL = -45
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Oh pooooh, I voted for Henrietta but it didn't count it.
ReplyDeleteAwww. Well I see that she has one vote counted now, but I'll go ahead and count 2 just in case. I don't think she has much chance of winning . . . but at least she was shown some love. :) Thanks for voting!
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