Beckett Legacy 1.0
Hi! I'm completely new to sims legacies, having only just started reading a few despite being a player from way back in the days of Sims 1, and decided to give it a try! Tips etc are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!
Ingrid Beckett was always an antisocial little oddball who never went in direct sunlight and had a thing about dripping faucets. As time went on her hobbies gradually moved from brushing her teeth three times before making the bed, to include such wholesome activities as rummaging through piles of junk and dreaming of the day she would have her own army of monsters to crush all the trees in the whole world.
Why she would choose to move to Twinbrook - the town all its residents are desperate to get out of - is a mystery. But she was more than willing to put down a large wad of cash for this out-of-the-way shack-chic homestead featuring no furnishings, waves upon waves of blinding mist, and a lovely view of le sewage a la drainpipe.
Ingrid quickly decided that she would hunt down ghosts and sell them until she could afford an inventing table and get started on those monsters.
Ingrid: Once I have my monsters no one will ever laugh at me again! Oh, how tenth-grade-prom-rejection-Chris will rue the day he stood me up for Sandy ‘horseface’ Baker!
Ingrid: *eyetwitch*
It is entirely possible that somewhere along the way Ingrid’s ‘hopeless romantic’ trait became corrupted and mutated into ‘insane’.
After spending some time weeping outside the Science Facility it was time to get down to the fun stuff!
Spouse hunting!
No.
Tempting.
We’ll call you.
Ingrid took it upon herself to attempt contact with another human.
Ingrid: … but if you had, say, three monsters, well, who knows the potential you could unlock! The mysteries of the human flesh laid bare and wielded into something strong and smooth and steel with the power to crush the life out of any living thing and leave man trembling to his very soul! Err, hypothetically speaking of course.
Goodwin: Amazing!
Ingrid: Patent pending.
Somewhere in the middle of a lengthy one-sided discussion on the schematics of a rocket ship powered by a fusion of spider and cheetah legs…
Goodwin: Has anyone ever told you how beautifully the sun glints off your teeth when you say the word ‘radioactive’?
Really, Goodwin?
Goodwin: Imagine your hair and my eyes. Our children? Beautiful.
Ingrid: Oh, yeah. I love kids. They’re small enough to fit on my inventing table without having to dangle their legs over the side, and if they’re new enough their parents are usually the number one suspects in their disappearance which makes my job that much easier.
Ingrid: Do you get what I’m saying?
She then proceeded to make this face at him until he went away.
Goodwin: *dreamy sigh* Is this what love feels like?
No sooner had he left that Ingrid realised… she wanted to fall in love with him. This is so sweet my teeth hurt.
Ingrid: I feel that falling in love with you could be enough to melt the cold cockles of my tenth-grade broken heart. I would rip the skin from your face and melt it onto a robot just so I could gaze into your eyes forever.
Goodwin: *bats eyelashes*
Goodwin: I would take you to the moon and back
The meeting quickly turned into a date that quickly turned into a my-place-or-yours kind of thing.
Ingrid stole her first kiss in the middle of her barely furnished living room seeping with mist. Romance is made of this stuff.
And he cleans plates. Ingrid gazed lovingly at him during the whole process as she can’t function on a molecular level if there is a dirty dish within earshot of her person.
Some serious brownie points were cashed in.
It is a little known fact that the rate at which a man can wash a dish is directly proportional to the rate at which his girlfriend will fall pregnant. Goodwin? He owns at dish washing.
Ingrid: Yeah, I know it’s a blowtorch. I even know that I’m pregnant. But I don’t need goggles. I’ll just turn my head slightly away. I am a professional.
Realising that she probably ought to inform her baby-daddy, Ingrid invited Goodwin out to the theatre. She decided that the shortest pair of short-shorts she could squeeze her pregnant thighs into were a good way to remind him that if he ever wanted sex again he would man up and act happy about this incoming baby.
Ingrid: Reason number one he should accept the baby: statistically speaking it will probably be born with both a head and a torso. Reason number two: babies are small and I might loose it so an extra pair of eyes always helps…
Ingrid: I so got this! :D
The conversation got off to a good start.
Ingrid: You know how much I love children. They are the soft fuzzy lining in my veins that make my blood feel all warm and maternal.
Ingrid: But how to put this…
Ingrid: You know how you told me your dream has always been to don a fire-fighter helmet and climb aboard a big old truck and rescue screaming citizens from blazing infernos? Well, there’s no time for any of that now because your baby is going to be born soon.
Goodwin: *girlish scream*
Goodwin: *jumps up and down*
Goodwin, before you get too carried away - this is the face of the mother of your child.
Goodwin: *deflated*
The theatre date became a game of how-many-times-do-we-have-to-do-it-backstage-before-someone-notices.
Upon exiting, Ingrid was shocked. Was she embarrassed about the entire tour group doubling back to look for its two stowaways and being caught pants-down in a very pregnant sort of way?
Oh, never mind. She was just witnessing some horrible acts of child abuse.
Goodwin strutted past the child abuse without batting an eyelash.
Goodwin: And daddy will make lots of money as a fireman so he can buy you all sorts of useful things. Like love!
Speaking of love…
Ingrid: Sweetheart, I am heavily pregnant and kneeling on the cold, hard ground in order to put myself on the line enough to tell you that I love you. I really feel that since the fruit of your loins is soon to be forcibly ripped from mine the least you could do is make an honest woman out of me.
Was there any doubt?
Their wedding was small and quick and performed in semi-darkness outside the theatre. Milly and/or Dilly was there to creepily take mental notes and store them away for later contemplation.
Ingrid really is a hopeless romantic.
Life as a married couple passed rather painlessly. Goodwin, despite Ingrid’s protests that firemen die on the job and that she refused to have a dead husband, quit his job at the police station to chase after his lifelong dream. Ingrid occupied herself by cleaning every inch of the house. Twice.
And inventing. Monsters don’t make themselves.
We get it, Goodwin.
Ingrid: My husband is wonderful. He is the best husband a wife could ever have!
She hasn’t stopped swooning since he fixed the sink.
Also Goodwin got a makeover. Seeing those lips makes me realise how worried Ingrid should be about just what she is about to give birth to.
Goodwin: My baby senses are tingling.
Goodwin: You’re giving birth! All over the floor!
Ingrid: What? No, I’m -
...
Ingrid: For the love of god, help me!
Goodwin: Don’t worry, honey, I’ve got my game face on. Try to turn this way and I’ll push it back in!
Ingrid: Hospital!
Figuring she’d be busy for a while, Goodwin settled in to watch the sun rise with a plate of Goopy Carbonara, ignoring his wife’s pleas to take her to the hospital.
Ingrid: *still giving birth*
Goodwin: Don’t mind me, just come to collect the pile of laundry you’re birthing on.
What is his hand doing? D8
Topher Beckett was assigned the traits Artistic and Loves the Outdoors because Ingrid never gave two hoots that she was pregnant and rolled zero wishes to do anything pregnancy related.
Ingrid: Careful. Careful.
Topher: Please don’t go.
After checking the sink seven times she returned.
Ingrid: Hi, son!
Ingrid: I’m your mother *intense stare*
Topher: *scarred for life*
He was eventually rescued from the floor once Goodwin was satisfied that the laundry had been properly taken care of.
Goodwin: Don’t mind your mother. She means well.
Ingrid: Still. Not. Straight.
Welcome to being born, Topher!
Goodwin: *suffocates with love*
Ingrid: *indifferent*
Next time! Can Ingrid actually achieve her LTW? Will Goodwin perish in a blaze of heroic glory? Can Topher even count on being fed? And, more importantly, BABIES!