Outtakes, Part II.
Sigh. I lost a little bit of time to a glitch. I've been trying to put some serious time into playing, and I almost got the kittens grown up. ALMOST. Turns out there's a day left. For some reason, kittens take forever to do anything. I'd like to get them grown up and then give them away or sell them to playables. (Must remember to register each of them as a breed, too. It's been a while since I did that!) Kittens also glitch and need to be deleted and then rescued from the mailbox, alas.
So have some outtakes! Most of these are Cecil/Cecilia/Max pictures, because there is nothing like shooting a funeral to make sims act really silly.
Elaine didn't just grow emotionally stronger in the last chapter. She got physically stronger, because she rolled the want to Get Fit.
Happy Cass is happy. It's really fun seeing what Cass (formerly Vetinari) Marius-Jacquet gets up to, now that he's all settled in with Gilbert Jacquet.
And running J'Adore, let's not forget. It's a point of pride (laziness?) with me to use the Maxis-made community lots. If you've tried to play them, you know this actually is a challenge. They're not well set up. Customers stand in front of the cash registers, blocking them for other customers.
J'Adore just got a bit of a facelift. In addition to some rearrangement, it got painted a bit for a romantic pseudo-Parisian look, and a lot of nummy looking pastries from SimDesignAvenue. I am crazy about making pastry, BTW, and am a total pie crust Nazi. I still haven't used my stand mixer. Oh, woe. Anyway, here's J'Adore.
You'll also notice the pictures of Gilbert's role model on the wall.
It was clear when Zane took Lenore to the park that she had engagement on her mind.
He got Aspiration points just from apologizing and explaining things to her.
Or maybe discussing how his Papa's culinary expertise made him a master in the art of l'amour, oui, and he has taken his sage advice. That works, too.
Someone thought he could take advantage of the lovers' distraction to make inroads on their wallets. He thought wrong.
Unsavory Charlatan: How do you feel about an offer you cannot refuse?
Lenore: How do you feel about a broken nose?
Zane: Hi hi, Mr. Unsavory Charlatan! Isn't she cute?
I liked filming the proposal scene, but there were a few glitches there, too.
Lenore: OOOOooooo.
*Large metal dish crashes into Zane*
Zane: I think my arm's broken.
*opera claps*
Lenore: It's beautiful! . . Zane, why are you holding your arm like that?
Zane: Oh, no reason. Can we stop at the emergency room on our way home?
WriterTina seems to be trying to convey something.
Palomides: First word. . . second syllable. . . sounds like . . .elves. . . Is it Simselves?
Yes, that's it, and they were out in force.
Dicreasy popped when Palomides was advising Ian to shut up and kiss Elaine.
Ian: Do you know this lady? Because I sure don't.
Dicreasy: Oh, don't mind me, gentlemen. I want to be the first to know.
You'll notice this brought the conversation to a total standstill. Eventually I had to clear Dicreasy off using the Sim Blender, so anxious she was to be in the scene.
Before I used Midnight Flows for the end of the chapter, I had to make some changes, and then test them out. I added a stereo, in case someone wanted to dance, and I added some more disco lighting. Naturally, there were simselves there too . .
Palomides: Oh, I didn't really want to talk to you, Stacielee. I just wanted to get you off the karaoke machine so my brother and I can use it.
Stacielee: Aw.
Gawaine: Kind of brutal, don't you think?
Nino Caliente was in there, bragging about how he had two lovers at the same time.
Flavius: No, really, the Professor's very understanding about that kind of thing.
Palomides wasn't kidding when he said that Gawaine was always rolling the want to sing Karaoke and he was always rolling the fear. Here's proof.
On to some funeral scenes and some genuine Behind the Scenes footage.
Max: Nothing in my teeth. . . yes, I think I'll do.
Only really Neat AND Outgoing Sims do this autonomously. Plus, he knows it's a big scene.
How he managed to Max a skill while primping, though: that's a Maximilian trade secret.
Max: No, I do not care to discuss the particulars with you.
I think that was Achilles calling to talk about one of his lady friends, but I'm not sure.
Spider Jerusalem: Max, we're here to shoot a scene. An honest-to-gosh canonical serious dramatic legacy SCENE, with no funny stuff about it.
Max: No. I refuse. I entirely disapprove of drama.
Spider Jerusalem: Well, that's pretty ironic then, considering you're the biggest drama queen in the freakin' universe.
Max: I simply meant . . .
SJ: LALALA NOT LISTENING.
Max: Yes, Grandpapa, I assure you, his presence is required for the following scene.
Spider Jerusalem kills time in the green room.
Spider: I don't think it's been the same since they changed the name to ScyFy.
Cecilia: Oh, my God, Max, can you get the cat box out of your room?
Max: I wish people would remove themselves from my bedroom while I am dressing.
The cat box had to be moved several times, as it didn't provide appropriate ambiance for scenes. They don't like it in the bathroom, as sometimes people use the bathroom, so into a room it went, and poor Max drew the short straw. This was before his room was redecorated, by the way. Light blue wallpaper and a single bed.
Max: I don't know, Grandpapa, it has all become rather difficult to explain.
Cecil: I am, in any case, ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille.
Only Cecil would do this--look solemnly at a tomb and thing "neon flamingo."
Cecilia, as per chapter and various text based stories, does indeed like SJ. She, SJ, and Max share a common interest . . .
Cecilia: Ghooooosts.
OK, maybe Cecil ISN'T the only one capable of doing this---
Max: Large picture of fruit.
SJ: Ooo, that Rhys Fitzhugh, hate him SO MUCH.
I'm sorry to say that SJ is one of the imported Sims I have who get into cranky interactions, and finally fights, rapidly. Back when I had Cypress in the neighborhood, he was even worse. He had a hate on for SJ, I think Rhys, and a few other Sims, with little red hatey faces in his relationships panel. Curiously, he was all pallsy with Cecil, who was the closest thing he had to a friend in the neighborhood.
This is why I was so surprised when actually, and no fooling, SJ and Max hit it off. They are both very quick to dislike and to follow up dislike with pokes in the snoot.
GAH, Max, there will be no stalking!
Oh, Red Hands. Well, Red Hands is ok. I suppose I don't need to cancel Red Hands.
SJ: Ah hah hah, Cecil's gonna have a stroke!
Max: Congratulations, Spider Jerusalem!
Spider Jerusalem: On what?
Max: Oh . . . never mind.
These next two aren't technically outtakes. They're more recent than that.
This is Cecilia's new look. She's no longer wearing a widow's veil. Also, notice she's wearing her hair piled on top of her head, like a grown up lady, and no longer flowing down like a girl. I really, really like that hairstyle, by the way: it's by simgaroop , and I think it's called Constitution Day.
Also notice that she really does look frighteningly like Cecil. In case you weren't privy to the genetics discussions, she comes by her black hair honestly. She inherited it from grandmother Ruby via great-grandfather Spencer Fitzhugh.
Aw, frankly, he's still my favorite. He may be thoroughly unpleasant, but he's mine.
So have some outtakes! Most of these are Cecil/Cecilia/Max pictures, because there is nothing like shooting a funeral to make sims act really silly.
Elaine didn't just grow emotionally stronger in the last chapter. She got physically stronger, because she rolled the want to Get Fit.
Happy Cass is happy. It's really fun seeing what Cass (formerly Vetinari) Marius-Jacquet gets up to, now that he's all settled in with Gilbert Jacquet.
And running J'Adore, let's not forget. It's a point of pride (laziness?) with me to use the Maxis-made community lots. If you've tried to play them, you know this actually is a challenge. They're not well set up. Customers stand in front of the cash registers, blocking them for other customers.
J'Adore just got a bit of a facelift. In addition to some rearrangement, it got painted a bit for a romantic pseudo-Parisian look, and a lot of nummy looking pastries from SimDesignAvenue. I am crazy about making pastry, BTW, and am a total pie crust Nazi. I still haven't used my stand mixer. Oh, woe. Anyway, here's J'Adore.
You'll also notice the pictures of Gilbert's role model on the wall.
It was clear when Zane took Lenore to the park that she had engagement on her mind.
He got Aspiration points just from apologizing and explaining things to her.
Or maybe discussing how his Papa's culinary expertise made him a master in the art of l'amour, oui, and he has taken his sage advice. That works, too.
Someone thought he could take advantage of the lovers' distraction to make inroads on their wallets. He thought wrong.
Unsavory Charlatan: How do you feel about an offer you cannot refuse?
Lenore: How do you feel about a broken nose?
Zane: Hi hi, Mr. Unsavory Charlatan! Isn't she cute?
I liked filming the proposal scene, but there were a few glitches there, too.
Lenore: OOOOooooo.
*Large metal dish crashes into Zane*
Zane: I think my arm's broken.
*opera claps*
Lenore: It's beautiful! . . Zane, why are you holding your arm like that?
Zane: Oh, no reason. Can we stop at the emergency room on our way home?
WriterTina seems to be trying to convey something.
Palomides: First word. . . second syllable. . . sounds like . . .elves. . . Is it Simselves?
Yes, that's it, and they were out in force.
Dicreasy popped when Palomides was advising Ian to shut up and kiss Elaine.
Ian: Do you know this lady? Because I sure don't.
Dicreasy: Oh, don't mind me, gentlemen. I want to be the first to know.
You'll notice this brought the conversation to a total standstill. Eventually I had to clear Dicreasy off using the Sim Blender, so anxious she was to be in the scene.
Before I used Midnight Flows for the end of the chapter, I had to make some changes, and then test them out. I added a stereo, in case someone wanted to dance, and I added some more disco lighting. Naturally, there were simselves there too . .
Palomides: Oh, I didn't really want to talk to you, Stacielee. I just wanted to get you off the karaoke machine so my brother and I can use it.
Stacielee: Aw.
Gawaine: Kind of brutal, don't you think?
Nino Caliente was in there, bragging about how he had two lovers at the same time.
Flavius: No, really, the Professor's very understanding about that kind of thing.
Palomides wasn't kidding when he said that Gawaine was always rolling the want to sing Karaoke and he was always rolling the fear. Here's proof.
On to some funeral scenes and some genuine Behind the Scenes footage.
Max: Nothing in my teeth. . . yes, I think I'll do.
Only really Neat AND Outgoing Sims do this autonomously. Plus, he knows it's a big scene.
How he managed to Max a skill while primping, though: that's a Maximilian trade secret.
Max: No, I do not care to discuss the particulars with you.
I think that was Achilles calling to talk about one of his lady friends, but I'm not sure.
Spider Jerusalem: Max, we're here to shoot a scene. An honest-to-gosh canonical serious dramatic legacy SCENE, with no funny stuff about it.
Max: No. I refuse. I entirely disapprove of drama.
Spider Jerusalem: Well, that's pretty ironic then, considering you're the biggest drama queen in the freakin' universe.
Max: I simply meant . . .
SJ: LALALA NOT LISTENING.
Max: Yes, Grandpapa, I assure you, his presence is required for the following scene.
Spider Jerusalem kills time in the green room.
Spider: I don't think it's been the same since they changed the name to ScyFy.
Cecilia: Oh, my God, Max, can you get the cat box out of your room?
Max: I wish people would remove themselves from my bedroom while I am dressing.
The cat box had to be moved several times, as it didn't provide appropriate ambiance for scenes. They don't like it in the bathroom, as sometimes people use the bathroom, so into a room it went, and poor Max drew the short straw. This was before his room was redecorated, by the way. Light blue wallpaper and a single bed.
Max: I don't know, Grandpapa, it has all become rather difficult to explain.
Cecil: I am, in any case, ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille.
Only Cecil would do this--look solemnly at a tomb and thing "neon flamingo."
Cecilia, as per chapter and various text based stories, does indeed like SJ. She, SJ, and Max share a common interest . . .
Cecilia: Ghooooosts.
OK, maybe Cecil ISN'T the only one capable of doing this---
Max: Large picture of fruit.
SJ: Ooo, that Rhys Fitzhugh, hate him SO MUCH.
I'm sorry to say that SJ is one of the imported Sims I have who get into cranky interactions, and finally fights, rapidly. Back when I had Cypress in the neighborhood, he was even worse. He had a hate on for SJ, I think Rhys, and a few other Sims, with little red hatey faces in his relationships panel. Curiously, he was all pallsy with Cecil, who was the closest thing he had to a friend in the neighborhood.
This is why I was so surprised when actually, and no fooling, SJ and Max hit it off. They are both very quick to dislike and to follow up dislike with pokes in the snoot.
GAH, Max, there will be no stalking!
Oh, Red Hands. Well, Red Hands is ok. I suppose I don't need to cancel Red Hands.
SJ: Ah hah hah, Cecil's gonna have a stroke!
Max: Congratulations, Spider Jerusalem!
Spider Jerusalem: On what?
Max: Oh . . . never mind.
These next two aren't technically outtakes. They're more recent than that.
This is Cecilia's new look. She's no longer wearing a widow's veil. Also, notice she's wearing her hair piled on top of her head, like a grown up lady, and no longer flowing down like a girl. I really, really like that hairstyle, by the way: it's by simgaroop , and I think it's called Constitution Day.
Also notice that she really does look frighteningly like Cecil. In case you weren't privy to the genetics discussions, she comes by her black hair honestly. She inherited it from grandmother Ruby via great-grandfather Spencer Fitzhugh.
Aw, frankly, he's still my favorite. He may be thoroughly unpleasant, but he's mine.