Building A City Challenge - Week 1
Dean Ottomas. Founder. Family Sim. (As a woman, he was the founder of one of the most infamous bin families for glitchiness) His lifetime goal? Raise twenty kittens or puppies. Or possibly that many children as a decent substitute - he is a family sim, after all. His point spread ended up with him being a Scorpio in my game, and attracted to the unemployed with custom hair. No jewelry please.
And after a quick one-two checkout with the welcome wagon to set Dean as a potentially romantically motivated sim, he and I discover that he digs the dudes. Well, that's absolutely fine as long as he doesn't hit on-
-the married . . . ones. Dean, you doofus. Since he's all hot and raring to go on getting a playmate, I go ahead and send him on down to the General Store. Sure, I could send him to Produce Paradise, but I doubt Frank Creekside here wants to see him anytime soon.
While waiting for the MENZ to arrive, Dean proceeded to boogie down to the music playing on the store jukebox, flaunting his moves in an attempt to perform the elusive 'raining men' rain dance. Apparently he's been partially successful.
As soon as a good selection had arrived, Dean was all set to scope and find which he found most attractive.
No, no you don't get to take all three of them home with you.
Luckily, Samson Love stood out above the rest, and was quite happy with being tickled out of the blue by a random stranger.
A formal introduction later, and Dean is laying on the attention. Thickly, and Samson is shyly fine with everything. And agreed very quickly to a date - a quick check of Dean's panel proved the two have natural, un-altered double bolts.
But honestly? These two nearly act like they've got triple bolts.
. . . okay, they will follow their date into the bathroom if they're the same gender. Good to know.
. . . this is the first date. Photobooth whoohoo already? Um. . .
Yes, yes, say goodnight to your new playmate, Dean. We need to get you home before you fall over.
Due to the magic of community lots, this is the second evening of the same day, and Dean has been relentlessly rolling wants involving Samson. I finally gave in, and let him call the cute blonde up for a date, and this is how he greets him.
All right Dean, you win - if you can swing it, you can keep him.
It's uncertain if tomato soup is romantic, but they have some very nice conversation over it - mostly about family and business, but even such topics as politics go well.
Followed up with making out . .
. . . and a little backrub to soften Samson up before Dean swoops in for the 'kill'.
Dizzy with delight, a full stomach, and a great deal of physical affection, how could Samson say no? Especially with Dean looking up with such a hopeful grin.
And so we're off to the General Store, and the Goth Wedding Arch! . . I need to either add more lights, or a little more color to this room. It's nice and dramatic, but a little overwhelming.
But Dean doesn't care - he's got his ring on his man, and Samson Love is now Samson Ottomas. There's no friends or family to attend, but now they're each other's family. And maybe the can adopt a dog later.
Of course the obvious happens as soon as they get home . . y'know, I need to put some hair on those bodies. Dean deserves a good fuzzy pelt.
The next morning, the new couple discussed their options and settled on what sort of shop to open. Since there are so few stores, the place is still very starved for fresh goods - and what's fresher than fresh bread?
Together they buy and open the Hot Buns Bakery, with Dean manning the sales floor and the cash register . .
. . and Samson producing baked goods in the bakery kitchen. Things are going well at the start, despite some snaffus on building design. (I made the place seriously way too big. As soon as this family comes around again, I'm taking a sledgehammer to most of the building.)
A celebratory woohoo courtesy of ACR - I gave them their privacy after this point, instead following and keeping a close eye on a stray dog that was sniffing around their lot.
A seriously adorable morning snu- . . . Dean, what happened to your pajamas? You wear a bathrobe.
Aw crap. I had quite simply forgotten that I have the preg4all mod installed. And since I started with it, I'm going to stick with it - the more chaos, the better after all.
And Samson takes the news quite well over breakfast. In fact, he seems downright determined.
He took over the cleaning of the house while Dean was frantically trying to stay in the green on his hunger and sleep bars (Dean did NOT carry easily this first pregnancy) while waddling around the house. But since Dean's the one that's pregnant, it means no sales at the Bakery - Samson's not up for handling the place alone. So Samson was out digging for funeral artifacts in the lawn to exchange for funds with the Gravetender's family.
And then something happened that ended up with me taking no pictures at all while frantically directing sims around like a drill sergeant in order to keep either Ottomas from keeling over. Only having my camera yanked over meant I could capture this lovely picture of Dean in labor.
Surely he was done with just one? Nope, not at all - and here's why I was so busy. Both of them pregnant, within less than a day of each other. And here is Dean, handing over the baby . .
. . in order to pop out a second one. Everybody, meet Castor and Pollux - twin black-haired boys with I'm not sure what color eyes.
And so many mouths to feed means more money is needed - so it was off to the Bakery that very night, despite it being four am. Scraping together a few hundred before Dean had to head home.
Only for Samson to go into labor just a few hours after Dean came home.
WHY DID YOU TWO DO THIS TO ME?! Twins? AGAIN?! . . . twin girls this time, Adoette and Adsila. More dark hair, more eyes I can't remember what color they are.
. . . hooray, four infants at the same time. *facedesk*
I've discovered a very, very good use for this download now - with this many infants, having somewhere to plop them so they have fun rather than just lie there like a meatloaf is heavenly. The kids nap in them, play in them, and all Dean and Samson have to do is keep ahead of dirty diapers and bottle feedings.
And watching a parent interact with the kid this way is utterly adorable.
. . . get that baby out of your armpit.
Since they sincerely cannot afford any more children, I watched Dean and Samson like a hawk for any further breeding attempts. Thankfully, having four infants at once seemed to have put a damper on any making any more tries. They are being adorable though.
Pollux gets brought to the cake first, and . . . wow. I have no words for those features, other than I like what I see! These kids are definitely not going to be boring. Pol here is an Aries, and the only stat that isn't a seven or an eight is his playfulness - I'm seriously hoping this kid rolls either knowledge or popularity. He may not have much of a sense of humor, but he's going to be a good guy to know.
Second is Castor, after a brief diaper accident. And this little Cancer has the sort of personality that's going to make him a hoot to watch when he's older - mean, shy, very, very playful, outgoing, and neat.
Third is Adsila - and her aging up in that haircut amuses me greatly. She may be doomed to sport it for the rest of her life. She's a Capricorn with very, very high neatness and playfulness, and very, very low niceness and outgoing. Great, very mean, playful, shy, and a neat freak.
And last, but not least, little Adoette. She's a Taurus with a very even spread besides a high playful stat. And cheekbones sharp enough to cut cheese - I'm very much looking to seeing how these kids look as they get older. I'm very happy with how none of them look exactly the same.
But I'm going to close this chapter here, as since the kids were born, Dean and Samson have been stuck baby-wrangling and not been back to the bakery once. Their addition to the college fund was $347.