Longhollow, Week 4
So here we are at the start of a new week. And from this point, it's going to be a you-get-a-whole-week-of-goings-on-per-household (Since Rupert will move out next week) for each update sort of thing. So, they'll be fairly large and perhaps fairly far apart. That will last until I've got a lot of households, at which point I roll over to a 2-2-3 day rotation system, so that I visit each household on a semi-regular, short-rotation basis, so that I don't get bored/frustrated with any one household. Anyway, here we go with Week 4 at La Casa Ben Long:
For nekkid butts, female nipples, and swearing. You know, the usuals.
Joy got potty-trained, Jill's back to making pet bricks so that maybe she can get a bronze badge before she up and croaks, Ben's weed is thriving, and...
...Oh, for the love of me, here we go again:
Rupert, meanwhile, brought home an A+, and he's very excited about it:
"Bow before my amazingly awesome awesomeness, suckas!" he crowed.
Yeah, whatever, little man.
"*sticks out tongue*"
Cheeky little bastard. Meanwhile, the alien taxi service drops off Ben:
and...
...Fabulous. He's been vampirated. As if he wasn't pale enough already. AND WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING TO PUT A COFFIN?!
"I dunno," Ben whinged as he cringed, "but you better figure it out quick. Frying over here!"
Yeah, yeah, keep yer underwear on, beloved.
Welp, I was planning to add a little outbuilding for Jill's toymaking bench when Joy grew up, anyway. Guess that's gonna get moved up in priority so that Joy can move outta Ben and Jill's room now rather than later. So....
Yep, that oughta do it. So get your ass in your coffin, Benny-boy.
"You don't gotta tell me twice," Ben answered as he sprinted off.
He emerges later, when it's safe, to find that Jill thinks his brand-spanking-new Undeadness is some super-hot shit, and she just has to make out with it like RIGHT NOW. And Rupert...
What is with that sly little grin, you pervy little man?
And Rupert, as not only a cheeky little bastard but a cheeky little bastard in the throes of imminent pubescent hormonal overload, just kept right on grinning.
Fabulous. I'm surrounded by horny pixels.
"Jelly!" Rupert taunted, sing-song.
Quiet, little man.
Anyway, Joy aged up to a child that evening. And at least she's not a horny perv...yet. She is kinda pretty in a squinty-eyed sort of way, though:
And then there was Ben's first victim, Amin Sims:
Isn't that cute? Well, at least he didn't kill him. But he did turn him into a vampire, so...
Yeah, can't control yourself there, can you, Ben?
"Aw, lay off," Ben protested. "I'm still figuring this whole thing out. It's not like you get an instruction manual or anything."
Which is true enough, I suppose. But y'know maybe he's already tired of being a vampire because he went off to visit the aliens. Again. And when he came back...I HEAR BABY CHIMES, YAY FOR PREGGO MEN! Here's hoping he'll have better luck than Jill had.
Next morning, Joy cheerfully heads off for her first day of school in her spiffy Little Black Dress:
It's apropos for the daughter of a newly-minted vampire, I suppose, and it doesn't make my eyeballs bleed.
...And we interrupt this broadcast to bring you a pic of an interesting-looking townie the game made for me and that just wandered by:
Wow, just look at that shit, will ya?
...
...didn't even know I had non-alien green skins...
...
...and his eyes match his skin...
...
...and his hair matches his outfit...
...
...Whut? OK, enough of that.
Not much happened the rest of that day, except for Joy bringing home and making friends with Chloe Gonzaga, but bright and early at 6AM the next day...
Pop goes the (nekkid) Benny!
And then he did this AFTER he popped:
Which I thought was kinda weird. But then, Ben's a weird kinda guy. Time out for a bit of role-reversal...
...and then Ben was off to his coffin. And once the kids were off to school, Jill was off to make pet bricks, until her comfort tanked and she was hungry so she was off to make a grilled cheese. And once the kids were home, Rupert finally figured out that whole studying dealy-bob:
And then when 6PM rolled around, it was time for him to say a fond farewell to childhood. Marsha Bruenig aged up with him, since they're BFFs. He rolled Knowledge/Family as his aspirations, with an LTW to be Hand of Poseidon (which means he's eligible for college, so I get to add one when he's ready to leave home) and he rolled as straight with an ideal family size of a measly one kid.
HAH! Like that's all you're gonna have, little man. I need population here!
"Maybe YOU do," Rupert retorted. "But me? Naaah."
But what about that Family secondary?
"Way I figure it, you did that, chica. It has nothing to do with me."
Hmpf. Well, we'll just see what you get, won't we?
"See? What, you don't already know? Aren't you, like, omniscient and shit?"
Shut up, little man.
Anyway, after his teen makeover, Snark Boy looked like this:
Yep, not the most attractive guy in the universe, but...he'll do. He, however, thinks he's pretty damn hot in his fetching winter jacket:
"Yeah, just wait 'til the chicks get a load of this shit," I hear him cooing at his own reflection.
Delusions, darling. You has them.
"Says you," Rupert retorts with a snort. "Shows how much you know. How's that omniscience working out for you, again?"
Cheeky little bastard, aren't you? Better watch out.
"Or what? You'll sic the aliens on me? HAH! Bring 'em on, chica."
Great. An irreverent and rebellious one. Meanwhile, Joy learned to study, too:
And preggo Ben harvested his second crop of the year, to the tune of $1841. He'll get to add five more plants for his next crop, in the spring. And a naked Rupert had an...interesting...conversation with his werewolfed mom:
Mmm-hmmm...
Anyway, as is my wont, I left the werewolves to free will for the rest of the night. Nothing exciting happened, alas. Well, unless you think that howling, dancing, flirting, kissing, hugging, chatting, and serenading werewolves are exciting, that is:
(Pay no attention to Ben's face; the replacement vampire overlay I use doesn't play well with the default werewolf skin I use.)
And newly-minted teen werewolf Rupert got some howling practice in:
Muzzle it, little man.
"Fuck off," Rupert snarled back. "And I ain't little, by the way, heh heh."
Great, a grouchy, vain, irreverent, rebellious one.
A little later, once everyone wasn't so hairy anymore, it was time for another pop before Ben had to make a run for his coffin:
Later still, Joy brought Orlando Bertino home from school and successfully befriended him:
The next morning...
It's ALIEN BABY TIME! And it's a...
Kirby is his name, and I don't know what he is but he's....Well, he's green. And since Ben had to dive back into his coffin right after popping him out, Jill gave the little guy his first feeding:
A bit later, Rupert was bored...so he decided it was high time that he lost his virginity. No, really. I'm serious. He booty called up BFF Marsha Bruenig and:
Yup. I guess there's not much else to do on a snowy Saturday afternoon when there's literally nowhere to go. Still...Horny little devil! And he's winking at me! I knew that talking to his mom about sex woohoo was an indication of nothing but trouble. Kids these days!
"Oh, yeah," Rupert gloated after Marsha had left with a big ol' grin on her face. "I'm awesome. Told ya chicks dig me."
Fabulous.
Later that day, Jill rolled up a want to have a party. So, she threw one and invited all three of her friends. (That whole 20 Best Friends LTW thing? Not bloody likely.) So, Sandy Bruty, Alvin Futa, and Ivy Copur came over to party like it was 1999. Hey, if nothing else, it was a convenient way to provide a meal for Ben, who woke up hungry:
(Because I've got a mod that makes it so that biting people fills a vampire's hunger but doesn't automatically turn the hapless meal into a vampire. So, I don't allow vamps to eat food. They bite necks for food, with a percentage chance of either killing or vampirating their meal.)
The party went pretty well after that, with pranking and smustling and entertaining and chatting and more smustling until...
...Until the cops showed up? Seriously? I mean, who the hell could they possibly be bothering? Even the cop himself looks a little perplexed. Oh well, still a success:
And Ben's idea of a good time on a snowy Saturday night?
Nekkid painting.
Yup.
That'd be Ben's exotic and glamorous vampiric nightlife.
The next day, Rupert got in some Family Sim practice:
After all, he might need it sooner than expected, given his...um, proclivities. And then he was bored out of his charming little skull for the rest of the day. But, instead of making booty calls, this time he practiced his voyeurism:
...and entertained his little sister:
...while Jill thought about:
*siiiiiigh*
Aside from being entertained by Rupert, Joy also spent part of the day maintaining the fine family tradition of building snowmen and freezing her ass off:
Snow angels are apparently very exciting things. And then Rupert maintained another fine family tradition:
And when he came back...He was cured of his lycanthropy.
Wow. Exciting.
"Maybe not to you, but the chicks might not dig all the hair and the howling, you know," Rupert pointed out as he sauntered away from his landing site. "So I'm cool with it."
I'm just SO happy for you, darling! *sigh* Well, on the plus side, I suppose it does mean another scholarship...
"Yeah, cool," Rupert agreed. "More money to spend on chicks. And video games. But mostly chicks."
*sigh*
And that's all for this week! Well, except for RANDOM SNOW PIC:
And I'm sorry, but this just never gets old:
Next time: Rupert moves out. Joy grows up. Kirby grows up...twice. And Jill goes all wrinkly, but not before she and Ben deal me a bit of a surprise. o_O