Let’s Play The Name Game! - 1.4
And so the writing finally catches up to the game! Oooh, I’m excited.
I now have an heir poll going, so any and all votes would be greatly appreciated! Find it here or on my LJ in an upcoming post! (And yes, you can vote separately in both!)
LETTERS COVERED: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Ah yes, we return to Twinkle being forced to dispel her anger. How’s it goin’ for ya?
Twinkle: “Ugh.”
I think that’s all that needs to be said.
As is the custom in the Name household, we open on a birthday! A single one, at that, because Hux insists on being special.
Huxley: “I’m special!”
See, even he knows it!
Oh, hey, Maeve let you off of the treadmill, Miss Inappropriate trait?
Twinkle: “We shall not talk about that event. It was a dark time in my life.”
Hmm, I wonder what that reminds me of…
S!T: “I know where to put waffles now! Shush! Huxley birthday! Caking is so easy, I could do it with my eyes closed.”
*80s sitcom groans*
Continuing the tradition, Hux?
Huxley: “I really do have a nice brow ridge.”
Of course.
Look at lil Hux! With his tiny sweater vest and cuffed jeans, aw.
Huxley: “They’re a statement.”
Your mum dressed you.
Huxley: “A statement.”
Oh, yes, Huxley gained the Artistic trait here! Making him a Brave, Artistic Mooch.
And to celebrate his own birthday, he had to sit on the toilet away from his family who took up the entirety of the couch, i.e. Sim!Thai, Maeve and Twinkle.
Alexandra: “It’s okay, champ. I got kicked off too.”
Huxley: “You smell like burnt person.”
Alexandra: “Twinkle.”
Huxley: “She smells of burnt person, too.”
Alexandra: “Huh?”
Huxley: “Well, she will. She stole my candy.”
Alexandra: “You still remember that?”
Huxley: “I remember every time people take things from me. Like my seat. I’m the mooch.”
Alexandra: “Okay then!”
The next day, Maeve started getting stir crazy, so I sent her out to go visit Liam because I wanted to see where he ended up, and, well.
Awkward.
Maeve, how come you have this brilliant record of doing pregnancy related things outside?
Maeve: “Well, I do jus- OOF -love the outdoors!”
Well, no denying she has the trait. More importantly, here comes the A baby! Woo!
Everyone, meet baby Aslan! Aslan is a Clumsy Genius and she looks just thrilled to be here.
Twinkle, you can’t steal candy from babies.
Twinkle: “Actually, I just rolled up a wish to snuggle her.”
…What?
Twinkle: “My little minion~”
Twinkle no
Twinkle: “Twinkle yes!”
Twinkle no.
Twinkle: *face of determination*
Oh dear.
Why did you bring Aslan behind your house to meet a strange boy.
Twinkle: “She must become acclimatised to the darkness, for my future evil lair. Also, he’s not strange!”
Oh, yes, your crush who shared similar potted plant bias. Aww, that’s almost sweet.
Dylan: “…What’s with the baby?”
Twinkle: “My future minion. To help me conquer the potted plants running the government from behind the scenes, of course.”
Dylan: “Ah, of course!”
They’re made for each other.
Well. I thought they were.
Dylan: “What did you say about my house?”
Twinkle: “Are you implying it’s not bugged?!”
Dylan: “Hi Twinkle!”
Twinkle: ‘Ah, Dylan’
Twinkle: “Your eyes look like vats of distilled copper sulphate.”
Dylan: “You know just what to say, Twinkle.”
Twinkle: “Though they do look a little plain…”
Dylan: “…huh?”
Twinkle: “Maybe you could use a little twinkle in your eye.”
Moving very swiftly on.
Ah, yes. No terrible flirting here.
Huxley: “Mummy, I have a plan!”
Maeve: “What would your plan be?”
Huxley: “To make Twinkle and Alex like each other!”
Maeve: “Oh, really?”
Huxley: “If we get them into the same room, and supervise, maybe they could start talking!” ‘And then we can conveniently leave Hans there, and maybe Alex will burn Twinkle for taking my candy!’
Maeve: “That sounds like a wonderful idea! My little Brave boy.” *head pats*
Huxley: “Heheheh.”
Maeve: “Your plan is going brilliantly, Hux! Congratulations!”
Huxley: “Mummy, don’t you think we should g-“
S!T: “Aw, another baby! …When’d that happen?”
Maeve: *rolls up queue of autonomous flirting*
Huxley: “…Mummy?”
Maeve: “Not right now, dear, Mummy’s got some embracing to do.”
Huxley: “Mummy please.”
Twinkle: “And I absolutely hate when clowns put on hats.”
Alexandra: “Oh my gosh, Twinkle, I know exactly what you mean! And when they walk… gosh!”
Huxley: *deep resonant sigh*
Hans: *TERRIFIED BLOWTORCH NOISES*
Huxley: “Isn’t Hans still in Mummy’s inven- oh god.”
Hans: *goes to his happy place*
(What’s that, a lullaby? Noooo.)
In the meantime, double birthday! Poor Hans…
Alexandra: “I’m out, birches!”
Twinkle: “…Birches?”
Alexandra: “Swearing is bad.”
Twinkle: “Birches.”
Alexandra, you have this horrible habit of terrible transition clothes.
Alexandra: “Well, at least this isn’t an apocalypse.”
You are so meta.
Alexandra: “~Magic~”
Aw, you’re very pretty. Now scoot. Go find another house. Get married, have babies I dont know you’re a young adult you can make your own decisions.
Alexandra: “I feel like I’m not wanted.”
That’s exactly what your brother said! Off ya pop!
Alexandra: “Later, birches!”
Twinkle: “Birches.”
Twinkle, why did you take Aslan behind the house to grow up?
Twinkle: “It’s what mum did with me, I turned out fine!”
Yes. Definitely.
Aslan: “Nose!”
Her favourite colour is pink, can you tell?
Aslan: “And I am adowable.”
These two have like, 6 children including Liam and Alexandra and they still flirt like bloody teenagers. I blame Sim!Thai.
S!T: “Hey!”
Flirty hopeless romantic.
S!T: “Fair point.”
What do you mean my simself’s traits reflect what I view my own to be? Noo, not at all.
S!T: “Okay, Aslan! Say ‘flies’.”
Aslan: “Musca domestica.”
S!T: “No, no, flies.”
Aslan: “Musca domesticae?”
Maeve: “Okay, Aslan! When you grow up, why don’t you be… a test subject! Can you say test subject?”
Aslan: “…Nuc-ear sci-tist!”
Maeve: “No, test subject.”
Aslan: “…Nuc-ear sci-tist!”
Maeve: “…Air hostess?”
Aslan: “Aeronautic eng-in-ear!”
Maeve: “Air hostess.”
Aslan: “Aeronautic eng-in-ear!”
Maeve: “…Weather girl…?”
Aslan: “Meteorowogist!”
Maeve: “You know what, good on you Aslan. Go crush traditional gender roles and go be a meteorologist. I believe in you.”
Aslan: “…Meteorowogiiiist!”
Hey, Twinkle. You’re not meant to have your hands on Hans.
Twinkle: “Excuse you, my dragon privileges were re-instated.”
Who in their right mind would give you back your dragon priveleges?!
Twinkle: “Dad.”
Dammit, me. Stop being a sap.
Maeve finally grows into an adult, having been in Young Adult limbo since about Huxley’s birth. How to beat aging: pregnancy, apparently.
She doesn’t look much different after aging, so there’s no after birthday picture. Also, prizes to Maeve for effectively staying the same age as her now adult children for so long.
Maeve: “I’m like a good wine.”
S!T: “You taste better after being thrown in a cellar for years?”
Maeve: “…”
Maeve: “That’s the last time I let you watch Hannibal.”
S!T: “Uh-“
Maeve: “Hannibal.”
Twinkle you are not training Aslan to be your minion.
Twinkle: “I am and will.”
Aslan: “Walk, sawnter, swayyy, swagger…”
It’s almost romantic. It’s even candle lit. :’)
That night, Maeve pops into her first trimester! (And hopefully her last first trimester, at that.)
The I baby is on the way!
Maeve: “Thai Jr! I’m pregnant!”
Thai Jr: ‘Why’d she tell me before her husband?’
Ever wonder what Twinkle does when she’s off camera? Fish in her formal wear. I love insane sims.
Twinkle: “Gonna catch an anchovie and sell it for anmoney~”
Not even funny.
Twinkle: “Last I checked, you were the one writing the dialogue.”
Because who needs a fourth wall when you can just have smart ass sims?
Twinkle: “Not you!”
Hmph.
With Huxley being the resident artistic sim, he gets the duplicitous honour of being the resident portrait painter, so even if he doesn’t win heirship, we get to see him sticking around for a while anyway!
Huxley: “Is duplicitous even a word?”
Probably.
Seriously, Twinkle, why the interest?
Twinkle: “I’m telling ya, training my minions!”
I feel like she’s covering something up, here.
Maeve: “Dance with me, Aslan!”
Aslan: “Twiiiinkle!!”
Oh dear.
Hans looks so happy with you, Maeve!
Maeve: “I am Maeverys Targaryen .”
Come on I haven’t even watched Game of Thrones.
Maeve: “…what’s that?”
Enough said.
Buying that stereo was the best thing I’ve ever done.
Thai: “Dragon Valley sparkle party!”
Twinkle: “Sparkle party!”
Look at this beautiful father daughter bonding.
Huxley: “Maybe if I do something adorable with you, Aslan, I’ll get more face time!”
Aslan: “Hux face!”
Huxley: *covers face*
Aslan: “…Hux face?”
Huxley: “Boo!”
Aslan: “Hux face!”
Your plan worked, Huxley. This time.
Huxley: “Muahaha.”
Do not take tips from Twinkle.
Later on, the wonders of childbirth.
Maeve: “I’ve had 5 children, why does this still hurt!?”
S!T, Bald Walk-in: “WHAT DO WE DO!?”
Aslan, Twinkle: “…Huh…”
After driving herself to the hospital, Maeve leaves with a basket full of babi- a basket full of babies?!
Maeve: “Triplets!”
But you didn’t even have any morning sickness! And I only have one I name!
Maeve: “It’s a good thing I have two more, then!”
Why, game, why.
The three triplets get a nursery upstairs whilst the downstairs nursery remains for Aslan. The baby you see here is little Ivy, who has two triplet siblings…
Including Inge! There was also a boy called Imperio, but I may or may not have gotten a baby picture of him. We’re caking the babies immediately. I am not going to put up with triplet babies. At least we can abandon toddlers in high chairs and in front of toys for an indefinite amount of time.
From left to right, is Imperio, Inge and Ivy. Imperio is Neurotic and Perceptive, Inge is an Eccentric Genius and Ivy is a light-sleeping genius.
Aslan has herself some competition!
After that, Maeve got the want to go to the spa. S!T was at work, so… the triplets were left in the care of Twinkle. Twinkle, how do you feel about this?
Twinkle: “I’m a very competent babysitter. Especially with three new minions.”
Siblings.
Twinkle: “Minions!”
Sigh.
Really, though?
Twinkle: “Hey, hey, voice.”
Overlord.
Twinkle: “I rolled a life time want!”
What would that be? (*cough, Empress of Evil, cough*)
Twinkle: “Empress of Evil.”
Called iiiit.
Twinkle: “And all it took was to steal toddler candy multiple times!”
I just can’t.
Convenient timeskip at hand, Huxley’s becoming a teenager! Woo!
Huxley: “I wish to be attractive enough to deserve facetime.”
Hah, good luck with that.
Hah! Good luck with that is right!
Huxley: “Make me over, I dare you.”
Well I was going to, anyway. That hair, man.
…huh.
Huxley: *smoulder*
Alright, get back on that easel.
Huxley: “Dammit.”
Huxley gained the Party Animal trait, making him an Artistic, Brave Mooch who likes to Party.
Huxley: “PARTYYY!”
Plumbob help us all.
Guess who else is growing up today? Aslan, you go girl.
S!T: “Woo, Aslan! My lil lion!”
Maeve: “I wonder if lions would eat llamas…?”
Aslan: “Eat!”
S!T: “…cake! Good idea!”
Congratulations on passing your Name family acceptance test, Aslan.
Aslan: “Nose bridge… why is it a bridge?”
Twinkle: “I was going to sit there, Asla.”
Aslan: “But now you can’t!”
Twinkle: “My little minion.” *tears of joy*
Aslan, of course, grew up adorable
Aslan: “As if there was any doubt I wouldn’t!”
Aslan gained the Computer Whiz trait. So of course we bought a computer.
And so the toddler training begins!
Huxley: “Hahah! I’m in the shot!”
But we’re talking about your little siblings, so hah.
What’s this? Another timeskip? Of course!
Also known as raising three toddlers was so hectic I forgot to take pictures until they grew up… without cake. I’m so bad at sims.
This is lil Ivy.
This is Imperio. He’s one of the only ones not to immediately stare at his nosebridge, despite his being the most prominent.
Imperio: “I need not stare, I am all too aware.”
Do not start talking in rhyming couplets to me I will cry.
Imperio: “If you cry, willn’st we die?”
Won’t. Won’t.
Imperio: “Won’t we die, then!”
Hey, no rhyme!
Imperio: “Dammit.”
And this sweetie is Inge! And it’s official, every child has elf ears! Thank you Maeve.
Post-makeover triplets. Guess their favourite colours, I dare you.
Imperio: “My favourite colour is orange, much like th- wait a second.”
Ivy: “Nothing rhymes with orange.”
Imperio: “…”
Inge: “Purple… circle?”
Ivy: “Nope, nothing rhymes with purple either.”
Inge: “…”
Imperio: “…”
Ivy: “However, black…”
Imperio, Inge: “Smack!” *simultaneously smack Ivy’s shoulders*
Ivy: “Mum! Impy and Inge were mean! This is why I hate people!”
Imperio, Inge: “Heheheh.”
Imperio gained the Friendly (Ivy: Friendly?!) trait, Ivy gained the Loner trait and Inge gained the Unlucky trait.
So, Aslan, whatcha doooin’?
Aslan: “Talking with people online.”
Talking with who?
Aslan: “Internet friends, voice. You wouldn’t understand.”
Actuall- why does no-one call me Overlord!?
Aslan: “Bit narcissistic, isn’t it?”
…No…?
Aslan: “I’m also writing a book.”
Oh, really?
Aslan: “Is This A Simulation? Fact or Fiction? An epic exposé on the reality of the world around us.”
…Well then.
Aslan: “What do you think?”
Go crazy, Aslan. I believe in you.
Inge: “Ivy, are you going to make your move?”
Ivy: “I need to find the best route forward. Do I castle? Do I do the Simovich manouevre?”
Inge: “Ivy we’re three movies in.”
Ivy: “And I’m thinking 50 moves ahead!”
Inge: “I’ve already planned for your planning, you realise.”
Ivy: “And I’m trying to account for that!”
So how’s our lil Impy doing?
Imperio: “I’m feelin’ sleepy, you’re weirdly creepy.”
No-one else in your family has a problem
Imperio: “You are definitely out to get me, will I ever be what one could call free?”
Well hello there, Neurotic trait! How are you today?
Imperio: “If you’ll excuse me, I’m to check taps and ovens and keep teeth clean.”
Imperio: “…but first.”
Imperio: “Aslaaa, I want to check Simbook.”
Aslan: “Not a chance, Impy. Also, overlord is here,might want to go back to rhyming.”
Imperio: “What unfortunate timing…”
Look, Hux, I’m acknowledging you! Your siblings don’t like me.
Huxley: “I wonder why? Hm…”
Hmph.
Huxley: “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
Huxley: “Hey, Dad, I know you’re training Twinkle as punishment and all, but I have a question…”
S!T: “Sure thing, Hux! What’s up?”
Huxley: “So, I just finished Mum’s portrait and all, and I was wondering? Could I have some stuff? Just a bit to be able to buy some things, you know?”
S!T: “Sure thing, Hux! I have some right here, actually, give me a second.”
Huxley: “Really?”
S!T: “Sure thing!”
Huxley: “He gave me a bowl of macaroni cheese. Good for my bones, not my wallet. Hmph.”
*restrained laughter*
Huxley: “Don’t say a thing.”
BAHAHA.
Twinkle: “I never got macaroni cheese!”
Twinkle: “Hmph.”
Hey, shouldn’t you kids be heading to school?
Inge: *drops truck* “Whoops!”
Imperio: “I’m still in my underwear! Soon I’ll be in the hat a dunder wears!”
Inge: “Hey, overvoice?”
…I’ll take it.
Inge: “You know what I just realised?”
What’s up?
Inge: “My hat’s purple! That’s so interesting! I might need to launch an extensive study of it!”
Do not study your purple hat.
Inge: “But I wanted to test how much energy it carries!”
Do not study your purple hat. That custom content took ages to find.
Inge: “You looked for custom content, just for me?”
…For everyone, actually.
Inge: “But you saw this hat, and thought “Inge would like that”, right?”
You’ve had the hat since you transitioned, though.
Inge: “Interesting…”
Ivy: “Do not make eye-contact, do not make eye-contact. Do not.”
Mail Lady: “G’morning, Ivy!”
Ivy: “Goddamnit! Morning Bertha! How’s the wife?”
Bertha: “Doing well, thanks for asking!”
Ivy: “No problem!”
Bertha: “How’s school goi- oh, she’s gone.”
Aslan: “I remember when I played with that dollhouse… admittedly, then I discovered the internet…”
I know that feeling.
Huxley: “Hellooo, ladies!”
Oh gosh.
Twinkle: “Don’t forget about me! I’ve had less face time this chapter than I’m used to!”
Well, you’ve had no sisters to burn.
Twinkle: “No sisters to burn yet.”
One day.
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Okay, that’s the last chapter of generation 1! Woo!
Why’s it the last generation? Because now we’ve completed the name, and can hold an heir poll! Woo! Expect a post with the poll built in to be coming soon! (As well as some handy information and fun pictures!)
Links to the heir polls!
Boolprop
LJ
You can vote on both if you like! So if you really want one to be heir/ess, or if you can’t decide between two, here’s your chance!
Okay, thank you guys massively for reading! The heir polls will close on 26th June 2014, by about midnight, to give the full 24 hours! Hopefully we can get some good votes in! :D (I may extend if we have a draw.)
Happy simming!
- Thai
SCORECARD:
+15 points for starting with simself
+1 for T baby
+4 for H baby
+1 for A baby
+3 for 3 I babies
+4 points (Everyone but Ivy got taught all three skills, Ivy grew up before she could finish potty training)
+1 point for 3 days on honour roll (Twinkle)
+1 point for topping teen-career (Twinkle)
Total: 30 points