Chasing Rainbows: 3.4
Warnings: Death
Brown spouse Apricot Drop and orange spouse Melon Drop are both by brilliantcat
With Mel now hopefully a happy camper, we can get back to the basics:
He works weekends. Mel and Apricot work days. Ochre doesn’t work at all, and he’s been pretty good with the kids so far.
Therefore - I’m taking a gamble letting him head off to work, but with Mils being a tot, I’m confident he can at least ask the others when he needs seeing to.
Hi there Bruno! Nice to see you again! Or hear, in this case.
Bruno: Ouch. ... Body points. Need body points.
Me: Depending how well you behave when I get to my next challenge, that could well be arranged.
Mils: Mama! Help! I stinky!
Me: Mama’s at work, I’m afraid.
Mils: Gamma! I stinky!
There’s a good boy.
Aaaaw
Apricot may be a failure with the infants, but she’s awesome when they’re bigger.
Hmm... It’s been quiet. Too quiet...
Apricot: Aaaaaaaaargh!
Bruno: I’m not that scary to look at, am I? ... Oh, wait... Hi Mum/Dad, how’s it going?
Yeah, methinks orange is about to get a lot harder. No, I’m not foreshadowing anything, what makes you think that?!
Persy: Oh hell, not this again... Hey Grandma, do you mind? The pregnant man needs some sleep here!
On a better note...
...Bruno helps explain a nice benefit of townifying spares when you have AL
Free TV in this case. Thanks, even though we have nowhere to keep it.
Damn it Xanthe, lay off the pregnant guy, thank you!
Ugh... this is the sim who wished for peace of mind several hours ago, folks.
Still, the next day brings more than the sleeping of ghosts this time:
Mel:
I feeeel good! I knew that I would!
I feeeeeeel good - I knew that I would
So good! So good, I got you!
Guess whose wish for peace finally kicked in
Better late than never, huh?
Much better... aaaaaaaaaaawww! I’d missed this!
With another working week beginning, Persy gets a lot more quality time with the little guy.
And with him being part family, one of his wants was to teach Mils a nursery rhyme
Hi there Riz! Ah, he’s the creative type - thank heavens for that. My ears are spared.
Ugh, you can tell when it’s night-time lately. What’ve I said about spooking the pregnant guy?! Surely there are others in this house you can pick on?!
Like so
Apricot: Aaaaah! Damn, not you again!
Ochre: Oh, hi Mum, fancy seeing you here.
You never learn, do you Riz? Go work on your body skill before trying that again.
Aww, how nice. Ochre tucking in with his son-in-law. Just... lay off the spoonage, if you don’t mind.
What is it with her and Persy? Is the guy a ghost magnet or something?!
Persy: Oh, thanks Mum, you read my mind. Damn, getting spooked sure works up an appetite...
Some time later:
Persy: Eeeeww! Why couldn’t we get one of those self-emptying ones?
Me: They didn’t have any red ones. Besides, Mel actually helped to potty-train this time, and I’m sure its being a Maxis item has something to do with it.
So, yeah, about that potty training... It’s high time Mils learned to go by himself.
Meanwhile:
Oh for heaven’s sake, not this again! Okay, let’s try it again...
Interesting. Never mind the fact he’s already peaked enthusiasm. Does this mean he gets two?
Then, it happens:
Aww, bye-bye Apricot
I’ll miss you, sweetie.
But where’s Persy?
Persy: Nooo! Muuum!!
Aaaaawww
He got stuck in the lift, so he just stood in there crying his eyes out.
Ochre’s a tough cookie. The only time he’s ever cried over a death was with his father. This time he preferred to lavish attention on the now-traumatised Mils - yep, guess who took a big aspiration hit
Persy, on the other hand...
...was inconsolable
Man, has the apple fallen a long way from the tree.
Okay, um, not to sound heartless Persy, but please, keep busy, huh? Your son still needs looking after.
Finally. No more dirty nappies, I hope.
Um, as great as it is that you’re keeping him fed, you do realise you could’ve done that upstairs, right?
Still, here’s as good a place as any to start with the talking.
Oh great, here’s the other one. Leave him alone!
I said leave him alone!
No killing of the Melon, please!
Ah, finally. Still not making him happy though, for some reason.
Still, at least he can better look after himself now.
Persy: Aaaaaargh! I am never getting pregnant ever again!!
Me: I’m with you on that one. Especially if it’s twins.
It wasn’t though, just for a change. Just the one, another boy. This is Pyrrhus.
And... here’s a good place to end it, before the fun really starts. No, I don’t mean the babies, although that could be part of it...
- Torch-Holders = 3
- Perma-Platinum sims = 3
- Shrink Visits = 3
- Social Bunny Visits = 0
- Social Worker Visits = 0
- Fires: 10
- Self-Wettings: 5
- Pass-Outs: 20
- Fights: 0
- Accidental Deaths = 0
- Number of Special Tombstones vs. Total Death Count = 2/3
- Reach top of a career = 2
- $100,000 = 2