The Hathaway Legacy 1.4
Last Time on the Hathaways: Quincy danced, a lot. Gregory became a teen. People slid down stairs. That was basically it.
Quincy: Everything's too loud! I hate the dishwasher, the volume on the T.V. is all the way up, and my phone's ringing!
Gregory:
Quincy: Of course it is. Who would want to talk to me?
And then he had a birthday, I guess.
Gregory: Eh, boring. I'm better looking.
Quincy gained clumsy. I'm not going to list all their traits with their birthday this update because there's an heir poll at the end, and I'm lazy.
Here's Quincy showcasing his new clumsy trait. bb ♥
Quincy: Gee, I hope this tiny sandwich is enough to fulfill my now comically large teenaged appetite!
Everybody likes to crowd Eleanor's room while she sleeps. It's all different types of creepy.
Eleanor: Damn it, now I'm in a bad mood. FML.
I didn't peg Eleanor as a prankster sim, but she's a prankster indeed.
Somebody broke the television, so now the family's main source of entertainment has vanished. Boo.
Quincy fell victim to an overflowing toilet via Eleanor.
Gregory: What happened here? Why's the floor so wet?
Quincy: You don't want to know.
Eleanor, please don't be sliding down the stairs into your brother.
Sisko: I miss sculpting.
I know bb, but the faster you max painting and inventing, the quicker you get to return to sculpting.
Seriously, she's on a rampage.
Eleanor: Cats!
Quincy: No! Stop! Nobody else likes cats, El. Nobody else.
Zhang: I just want to sit down but teenagers are blocking my way!
Quincy: Delightful show, Dad! Encore! Encore!
Gregory: You're so uptight. Maybe you need to get laid.
Eleanor: Good one, G.
Zhang: How dare your favorite color not be green! Look at this room--this is a green room! Like green! Now!
Quincy: ...What's wrong with you?
Video games, reading, Sisko skilling off-screen and Zhang making bitchy faces--yeah that's just about all that goes on in the Hathaway household.
Eleanor: We're so poor, Q. You should start making some money around here.
Quincy: And how would you like me to do that? I'm a teenager with no special skills and I can't hold a job because there are none!
Eleanor: Well then.
Father-son bro bonding over video games, yeah.
Sisko: So this one time, I made this really cool sculpture...
Quincy: Uh, Mom? Who are you talking to?
Sisko: At this point? Anybody who'll listen to me.
Eleanor: It's sad that you're so good at this.
Quincy: Damn it, shut up and let me play, nobody asked you to comment.
Eleanor: Yeah, the lighting is definitely worse up here.
Sometimes they sing to each other about baking ingredients, nbd.
Eleanor: Gregory, no. Sliding down stairs is so last update.
Gregory: Did the television break again?
Quincy: Yeah, I think so.
Gregory: Fix it.
So he fixed it.
And celebrated by playing video games. You go, Q.
Eleanor's pranks are still going strong.
Or at least they were until Zhang found out about them. As usual...he's angry.
Gregory: Again? Seriously?
Sisko: I am the queen, and you are all beneath me. Work, peasants. And move so I can get to my waffles, because I'm starving.
Eleanor: Uh, Gregory? Why are you sculpting with Mom's stuff? You're not artistic and you've never shown interest in this before...
Gregory: You can kindly shut up, get out, and leave a man to his work.
Gregory: Huh. Curious, curious indeed...
Quincy: Very curious.
I like this face.
Quincy: Aw, I have to get off the couch for her birthday? That's no fun.
Well hello Princess Ariel.
Much better! She gained Good Sense of Humor. As an adult she's less of a Sisko clone and much prettier, in my opinion.
Zhang: Not this again.
Sisko: Calm down, people. I've proven before that I can do this.
Zhang is less than amused by Eleanor's silly faces because Zhang is a grouchy old man.
Gregory: You don't do this often, sis. I can see why.
Eleanor: Shut up and let me play, G. I can see what Quincy meant now.
Quincy enjoyed Eleanor's faces...
...only to get yelled at by Zhang.
Zhang: I have my eye on you kids. I don't trust any of you. Glad we had this talk.
Quincy: Dad's the type of guy who's only happy when it rains, isn't he?
Gregory: Yeah, pretty much.
Hey, Q got stuck in the wall too.
But on the bright side, he finally got to collect his very own rock.
He had a want for it and everything.
Quincy: This rock...it's not very big or worth very much, is it?
No, it wasn't. Poor bb.
Eleanor: Dad, I'm going insane being cooped up all the time.
Zhang: We all are. You're nothing special.
Painting now, Quincy? I believe that you are physically trying to become Gregory, as you appear to keep copying him.
Eleanor: Whoa...hands are weird. If only I had two of them.
Why are you licking the plate? Your hunger bar is full!
Gregory: It's a self-portrait.
Sure it is.
Eleanor: Are you ready to have some fun?!?! Because that's what Young Adulthood is! Fun!
Anyway, Gregory grew up and gained Innapropiate.
Which, perfect.
I'll end this generation with this amusing outtake from the heir poll photoshoot session which really needs no commentary. Now, go vote!
Also, would anybody be interested in having the whole family (including Zhang) up for download?