Chasing Rainbows: 4.3
Warnings: Language, death
Orange spouse Melon Drop is by brilliantcat, alien father part of a Multi-PT package made by lauriethemuppet
A/N: I’ve finally updated the Ixchel downloads - if you want to see what Mils gets up to in your own game, now you can!
Okay, so, toddlers are usually easier for uncontrollabes to look after, right?
Um... thanks Pyr, but that’s plainly not what she needs right now. Besides, I don’t want her fed just yet, thanks.
Not when your brother has much better food for her ;)
By the looks of things, we have yet another outgoing sim.
Jasper: Peek-a-boo!
Hello again Jasper ¬_¬
Okay, let’s get this out of the way, shall we?
Oh yes, not to mention the traditional fixing of the lift, broken by Mel yet again (and, yet again I missed it)
Speaking of whom:
Ooh, we have a different one this time! Okay, sensible option would be notice board, right?
Glad you agree, game :D
Hooray! Double bonus!
Mils: Yeah, great. No more dirty nappies.
Me: Don’t look so happy about it, Mils.
Mils: It’s alright for you; you’re not the one who needs to empty it! Ugh, that stinks!
On a less unpleasant note:
So far so good! :D
Mils defies his set aspirations and actually wants to teach a nursery rhyme! Who am I to deny him? ;)
Mel brings home Pine, who isn’t looking too impressed at being dragged from his career as a space pirate :P Methinks this hobby friend thing needs work.
Still, the body skill needed to get him there is coming in handy!
Some time later:
Methinks Fuchsia’s ready for a brother or sister by now.
Excuse me Jasper, he’s a little busy here. Do you mind?!
Right, let’s try that again with replenished motives...
Yay! We got there in the end!
Oh Pine, did you really think tickling a tot who doesn’t know you was going to end well?
Welcome back, Mils!
Mils: Ugh... didn’t we do this before somewhere?!
Me: We certainly did.
Mils: Oh shit, they did it again, didn’t they!?
Me: You look surprised? You know what to expect by now, surely?
Mils: Do I have to go through this every time I want a baby?!
Me: I gave you an alternative, but you wouldn’t bite. This was your idea. Yours. Sorry you asked yet?!
Mils: There has to be a better way than this. There just has to be...
He got quite a reception, too:
Mel’s concerned about the well-being of his son. Persy thinks the whole thing’s hilarious :D I love it!
Hey, Jasper, you mind leaving off the pregnant guy, please? Especially those who’ve just gone through a rather rough encounter...
Aaaaww. Mils makes such an awesome parent :)
Also, his wants made me chuckle:
There’s no family in him, honest. And get this; freaks out over meeting aliens, but wants it again? Is this guy conflicted or what?
Still, these family type wants come in very handy...
... especially since it makes more than him happy.
But get his wants now:
Hahaha! I can’t see that happening somehow, although I’d love to see it ;)
Meanwhile, Persy finally succumbs to tiredness and nearly suffocates in his pizza.
Persy: Bwa? No, I’m not ready yet, just a few more minutes...
*sigh* Get to bed, Persy. Just get to bed.
Oh, the look on TaTa’s face as he’s brought home. He knows, I’m sure of it...
:( Bye Mel, I’ll miss you. Thanks for being so awesome.
I’m not the only one who’ll miss him, either :( Poor guys.
Don’t let this fool you...
... she asked. And keeps asking. You’re getting attention, Fuchsia, how much more do you need?!
Aaaaaaaaaww... now this wasn’t her asking. *snuggles Persy*
Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work we go... hopefully to his last day if all goes well.
This was autonomous too. I love this guy :)
Oh, this again. Like I said before, why lie?
This time it pays off. Yay!
Um... not so yay :-\ WTF, EAxis?!
YEEEEEEEEEEEESS!! He did it!
Mils: Ah, top of the heap and permanent platinum aspiration at last! ... Okay, can I quit now?
Me: You certainly can, dear!
... Um... Okay, now you can quit.
Mils: Hey there, I need you to do me a favour... Yeah, I’m not gonna make such a great mastermind with a little baby growing inside me, plus it’s not really my thing...
Damn right it wasn’t. He’s just too much of a sweetheart to make a successful crook, I don’t care how much cackling he did at Uni :P
Oh Persy, thank you so much!
Mils: Oh good Lord... what are you doing in there with those two?!
Me: None of your business, now what’ve I said about that thing?! :P
Teaching a tot to talk can be thankless sometimes...
Not all the time, of course. But hey, at least it’s getting done, right?
I gotta hand it to you, Persy - you’re improving. You’re really improving :)
Yay! And look who he brought back, too. This’ll be interesting.
Although Pyr's had enough of sitting on his arse all day, and heads for something that offers a real challenge.
Later on, Persy eyes the changing light outside and heaves a heavy sigh, knowing full well what lies ahead...
Xanthe: Evenin' all!
Si: What's up with him? ... Oh, wait, I remember...
Now who does this remind you of? She really does take after Daddy ^_^
Hello again, Apricot ¬_¬
The two deceased ladies were having a field day tonight...
And they made sure that everyone got a turn...
Thanks, Xanthe ¬_¬ *adds to tally*
I don't know why I bother keeping track of those spookings. Think I'll have to trim it down a little, 'cause at times like this it just gets ridiculous!
On a lighter note:
Ba-doing!
Mils: Oh, hello there.
Me: Yeah, okay, wanna get back to what you were doing now?
Mils: Thought you'd never ask >:]
Me: ... Why?
Mils: Oh, no reason...
Me: ... I thought sex drive was meant to diminish as the due date approached?
Mils: There's an exception to every rule ;)
Um, Persy, don't you have anything better to do than play gooseberry in your undies?!
Success, finally! … In his mum’s bed. Nice…
Mils is a strange creature. Gets extra-horny while heavily pregnant, and swings between tiger...
... and pussycat ;) I love this guy ^_^
Meanwhile:
Oh man - this guy doesn’t have the benefit either. Well, I’d go for the one he’s best at - makes sense, right?
Oh, crap! Come on, it wasn’t his fault!
*sigh* There's no justice in this world - let alone the workplace.
Pyr: I don't believe it... my dreams shattered by nothing more than bandwidth...
Pyr: That was my only chance of climbing out of this hole, dammit! Why?! What am I meant to do now?
Um, Pyr, as much as I really feel for you right now, you mind taking out your distress on something other than the groceries please?
Later on:
Fuchsia gets old enough to look after herself! Yay!
Double yay! At least someone's doing well in life.
- Torch-Holders = 4
- Perma-Platinum sims = 4
- Shrink Visits = 3
- Social Bunny Visits = 0
- Social Worker Visits = 0
- Fires: 10
- Self-Wettings: 17
- Pass-Outs: 21
- Fights: 0
- Accidental Deaths = 1
- Number of Special Tombstones vs. Total Death Count = 4/5
- Reach top of a career = 3
- $100,000 = 5