The Valkinova legacy: kind of a legacy but eh... not really. 1.1
Okay, we left off with Nari about to tell her weirdo husband Morpheus something important. It has been 3 months (about a day in sim time). Nari has been avoiding talking to Morpheus about anything, and to cover up for the silence between them they have taken to woohoo multiple times a day.
Morpheus is still looking for work, and seems to be more irritable then usual, which is saying something as he is a hothead by nature.
Hey, Nari. What have you been up to these last last few months?
Nari: *looks up* eh? Oh. It's you. Nothing really. Working on telling Morphy about... this thing that I have.
Thing? You mean... baby?
N: Shh!! I don't want him to hear. The thing is I don't know how he'll take it. I'm not even sure if he likes kids.
And you do?
N: *rolls eyes* I've never really thought about it. I guess I've always wanted a big family. Maybe 3 girls, and 3 boys and- Hey! Why am I talking to you anyway? I don't like you.
I proceeded to leave her to her own devices while she got ready for the day. Coincidentally she is a family oriented sim and her lifetime wish is to be surrounded by family.
I find her about 5 minutes later yelling at Sir whatsisface about liking the color blue.
N: What are you saying you vexatious wart! The color blue is a supreme color representing such things as peace, and the calm of the sea! What color do you find diverting? HM?! Fucking yellow? Grating Crimson? WHAT?!
Oh dear.
Sir Whatsis: I merely wished to point out that the sky would look nicer if it were another color... and technically the sea is an entity of an almost split personality. Calm and raging, a bit like you I might add...
Oh no sir. You shouldn't have gone there.
N:Are you calling me hotheaded? Telling me that I have problems?! Why you delectably awful twat, you morsel of abominable idiocy!! I'll show you to mess with me!
I really love her colorful insults.
She attacked him. I didn't get a picture of the actual fight. but yeah. Nari lost, and then she pouted the entire walk home.
Sir Whatsis: Madame, I did not wish to teach you such a lesson, but you left me no choice.
N: *mumbling* I would have beat him... I would have... hit me right in the chest... could have taken him... I wasn't paying attention...
Don't worry Nari. I understand. You were thinking of your being knocked up. :) No worries. We can go home and tell Morpheus right now.
N: Fuck you voice in the sky.
Touchy...
Somewhere between Sir Whatsis and home Nari changed clothing. I guess she was right about the pregnancy. The second she got in the door Morpheus grabbed her in a hug. Ah sweet, and blah dee blah.
N: Wha? Um. Morpheus, you- uh.
Morph: You mean more then the stars to me. You are beautiful.
o_O Oh no. Don't get me wrong. No surprise here. Slight irritation, but no shock. He does this often.
N: I need to tell you something...
N: I'm preg-
Morph: You are carrying our baby.
N: How did you-
Yeah Morph. How did you know?
Morph: I could not sense any menstrual flow from you last week, and you usually smell of raspberries, but now smell of something else.
o_O*? Morpheus you are a weirdo.
N: Oh. Wait. What? You think I smell like raspberries? I guess you smell like clean air after it rains...
Morph: Yes, but now you smell like- like something is brewing within you. You smell of life, new life, old life. You smell of birth. I could only assume you had conceived.
N: You're not angry are you? I mean. I'm happy. Are you okay with this though?
He couldn't be better, as they proceeded to get straight into bed and woohoo. Again.
I can't really tell his reaction though. His thoughts seem guarded.
Nari begins to write a sci-fi novel. I don't know. She seems to really like writing, and she learns it fast. I find it funny though how she autonomously goes to use the computer to write, and yet still gets a mood decrease because she's technophobic. Strange.
N: *typing* Bizen, the wretched hero of our tale, woke up that morning to a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked around, first to his left, and then to his right, taking in the white washed walls and the Morphedometer standing where he'd left it in the corner of the room. It's eyes were red, glowing like the crimson moons he was accustomed to seeing on his home planet, Vazilie. "Strange," he thought.
Morpheus on the other hand finally got a job as a ghost buster. He wears this hideous yellow jumpsuit almost everywhere now. He's always thinking about collecting more souls which I find both endearing and disturbing.
I would write dialogue for him, but he never says anything. Especially while he's working. The workaholic bastard...
Morph: I heard that. I do not appreciate being called names. I may have to turn this curious contraption around and do something rather unpleasant.
Oh. Sorry. I'll just be leaving now. You seem to do this job autonomously anyway.
Nari goes to the beach, eats hotdogs at the park, argues with whoever she encounters, and practices her writing skills for when she goes back to work. She's really loving her pregnancy.
Morph: What's happening? Is IT happening? Now?! OMG
He really did freak out, too long to take Nari to the hospital to have her baby. I was very surprised when this happened. He's so emotionally dead the rest of the time. *shrug*
Nari brought home a baby girl. Oh. Wait. That's right. She brought home two. This one is Aleksandrina. She was born a brave loner, so I named her something that means man's defender except the russian variation.
This is her sister Ayame meaning iris, which I thought suited her disciplined trait. She's also a light sleeper.
To take a break from my sims's lives, this is a picture of their house that I could build thanks to Nari's friend Thornton Wolff sending them a wedding present worth $15,000.
I built a second story where the girls' room will be when they get older. I'll take you on a tour later when I remember to take pictures of the whole thing.
Nari, still wearing her formal dress begins to write a comedy. Bizen, her last book didn't sell very well, so I suggested it might be better for her to write something she knows, something she's good at like humor. Nari has a good sense of humor, always laughing.
N: *typing* Jane woke up running. She had fallen asleep on her treadmill. She must have been running in her sleep, running in a dream. That's the only way she could explain how she had managed to keep the machine running while dozing off. "Strange," She thought before stepping off the treadmill, flipping the light switch on, and moseying over to the open refrigerator to grab a carton of milk. She sipped, gulped, inhaled the cool liquid, stretching out her eyelids, and cracking her toes. Today was the day of her final. Today was the day she killed her professor.
Wait. Eh? How is that comedic Nari?
N: Argh! Go away. This is my process voice in the sky.
I bought them a chemistry set, and Morpheus set off right away to discover a potion. I think he looks goofy in that white lab coat.
Morph: One measure of this Petracolicide and a pinch of this Hydrogenerpotassifate...
Whatcha making?
Morph: Please. Do not distract me. I am concocting a potion.
I can see that.
A year passes-3 days in sim time, and it is Aleksandrina and Ayame's birthday. It is time for them to embark on the slightly less boring journey of toddlerdom.
Observe. Morpheus. Stern look in his eyes, completely serious. The baby is Aleksandrina.
Now Observe, Morpheus completely serious. The baby is Ayame. Different pictures but so completely the same.
Aleksandrina Valkinova. Has her mother's eyes, both her parents' black hair, though it doesn't look blue black like her Nari's. Her mouth sits in a down turned frown, and I can tell she's her father's daughter. Why so sad Aleksa, why so down? :(
Ayame Valkinova. Her eyes the same color as her mother's but her mouth is definitely Morpheus's. She seems relatively happier then her twin. There's a twinkle in her eyes, and I think she might be my favorite so far.
Ayame goes straight for her (creepy) doll/imaginary friend, Matthew. She sings a little baby song to him, giggling, and then punches him in the stomach and crawls over to wail at her father.
Aya: Hee hee. Doo la dee ma foo fa nee go... La! teeheehee. *squeal*
He's such a sucker.
Aleksandrina looking sad and melancholy, pets her doll, Puzzle, and whispers to him in that secret language you speak to any imaginary friend, that everything will be all right.
Aleksa: [translated] Puzzle, dear Puzzle. I know things seem crazy, and sad. Bad very bad. But someday we will go together and everything will be good. I know it.
Oh god. I know what that face means.
Nari: *Come hither eyes*
Morph: *startled*
But you know he's not really startled. *head to desk*
Morpheus is an autonomous father. He's best friends with both Ayame and Aleksandrina. (Such a long name. Will you get confused if I simply call her Aleksa?) He does seem to favor Ayame more though. Constant hugging, snuggling, attacks of the claw, and playing. Poor Sad Aleksa.
This was his thought bubble when I told him to go change Aleksa's diaper. It could be that Dreamy isn't too fond of the idea of getting peed on, or it could be a lack of desire to give attention to his oldest twin. Who knows?
Morph: *dead stare* thinking: you must be fucking kidding me...
Both parents favor Aya.
Morph: Darling Nari, may I take our child from you. I think she may need sustenance.
Nari: One second. I'm going to take her for a walk, and- It's her again.
Morph: Who?
N: That voice in the sky. I can feel it watching.
Yes. That is true. Here I am.
N: *simmering glare*
Morph: *confused*
It's time for individual interviews just to check in with how our founders are feeling.
Hello Morpheus. How have you been doing with the new kids and all.
Morph: Again, please refrain from calling me that, and the kids are... what I expected.
You seem to really get along with them, a natural parent. Do you have the nurturing trait hidden somewhere in that stone cold facade?
Morph: *rubs arm* I suppose... I am as nurturing as anyone. Do you not have somewhere else to be, what is it my wife calls you, Voice in the sky?
Fine. I'll go find said wife, and see what she thinks.
Nari, just the person I was looking for.
Nari: Hi.
So how are liking the children, the new house, the new life?
N: It's new.
That's it. "It's. New?" That's the only thing you can muster up?
N: What do you want from me? I signed up to do this legacy thing of yours. Hey, look, I'm doing it. You don't care what I think of this. You're only asking for the story, only asking so you can type my words into interweb oblivion, and feel somewhat accomplished. Me and you both know that Morpheus and I won't get out of this alive, and you! You're just biding your time. Why not go ask the babies hm? Why Not Go Ask Them?
O_O oohkay... You're angry with me.
N: No. Not angry you idiotic voice in the sky. I just want you to leave me alone. I don't care about you.
I left. I suppose I'm sad now. No matter. It's not as if what she said isn't true. Poor Nari.
Aleksa finally got some attention from her mother. I mean I'm sure she loves both of them very much, but she never smiles with Aleksa. Perhaps she feels it quaint for them to be sad clowns together.
Aleksa: Mommy! What do you count to ten?
N: *laughing* What?
Aleksa: What do you count to ten? ones threes twos... um... ones... *sniffle* What mommy?
N: Aleksandrina Valkinova, my girl, you'll learn to count to 10 when you're older, but for now we can count to blue, and green, and yellow, and gold. We can sing to imaginary letters, and chocolate frogs. Just keep dreaming little girl. Just keep dreaming.
Do you remember *silent frown*? I have no idea why he's so pissed off.
Oh right. Nari's pregnant again. She vomited and then twirled around into new clothing. Great. More spare children. Nari doesn't seem happy about it. It's strange that she's a family oriented sim, but whenever she thinks about pregnancy and more babies she groans, and makes a face.
She absolutely despises her daughters' crying.
Big baby bump which means the day is getting closer that she'll pop out another one.
Aleksa: *wailing like a banshee*
N: ...
Sometimes I wonder about her. She's such a great mother one moment and then the next. Who knows?
I never get a good labor picture, but as you can see Nari had another baby. Two again to be precise. This one is Akira who is a genius with a good sense of humor. Finally traits passed on from the founders. Akira means bright which I thought suited her personality.
This one is Anzhelina which is a variation of the name Angelina meaning messenger. She is Friendly and Clumsy.
Allright. I leave you with a sims mini story, and a promise to be back at some point during this week. I hope you liked it or that it didn't annoy you too terribly. I'm not very good at getting the right pictures for the right moments, but ah well. See you!
Mini Story #1:
Avory Wilks is a 20 something young man who visits the town cemetery everyday. To read, to think, to daydream of better days. He contemplates his life, and his world and where he fits into it. I watch him sometimes when I get the chance, and it's true. He consistently shows up to the graveyard to sit on his bench and stare at the stars, or at times into the distance.
What a curious soul.
I do not know Avory well, but I think sometimes that he would be really nice to get to know.
I think I love him.
Sometimes I think that he would get me, we would somehow know each other, hear each other, truly honest to god see each other. Sometimes I think that wouldn't happen at all. I suppose in truth we'll probably despise each other from afar, him not even knowing it. I wonder what he reads so diligently. I wonder what color his eyes are.
And there you go. I just really wanted to use those pictures. I like finding interesting sims around town. I like giving them stories.
Bye!
Meii