The Picklesworth Legacy 6.3
Ain't it even better when it's spew from a baby who's not yours?
I feel like every update for this generation will begin with Catalina calling up a good male friend of hers for a casual cup of coffee before she has to go to work. They will discuss the weather and their family affairs, exchanging ideas for their intellectual bettermentlookCesarisrightbehindherokay.
Sure, he's busy trying to beat his insanely logicful father-in-law at chess, but his ears could be pricking at the slightest mention of "date" coming from Catalina's phone call is all I'm saying.
Off they go to the new Japanese restaurant I built in the hood. I've rarely used the BV goodies in buy mode, and I figured I'd let that particular bug bite me for once. Behold, the fruits of my labour! I named it Tojo's, after the top Japanese restaurant in Vancouver. MY SIM FOOD STANDARDS ARE SKY HIGH.
David: Woohoohoo! I'll be seeing you at the next family reunion, baby!
Catalina + non-blood uncles is a recurring theme, I see. Game, why u torment me so?
Smacking lips with the maitre d' again? COLOR ME THE EYE-BLEEDINGEST SHADE OF not surprised at all (coming soon to a crayola box near you). At least Harold is chill about the free show? BTW, he's the deliveryman who brought the photo album to the house. I made sure Catalina got to speak with him before he left and they've been phone buddies ever since!
Scott: Mmmm, edible iiiink...
Whoops. I forgot who else works in the Simchelles restaurant business. But maybe he'll be too busy absorbing his pen-shaped foodstuffs to notice?
... I had impossible hopes.
Scott: WHAT IS THIS TALK OF PIZZA FRENCH FRY? THIS IS A JAPANESE RESTAURANT. D:< Oh yeah and also how dare you cheat on meeee
In a grand display of tact(?), Catalina turns away and devotes all of her attentions to turning Harold into a big pile of goo.
Scott: Ohohoho, I see how it is. :D
And then I moved the date somewhere else because I sensed nothing good could come of this.
The changing rooms are the new dorm photobooth! Except now they can scar Sims of all ages!
See? The teenage cashiers might be on the fence about the free peep show, but the charlatan is eating this up like bad popcorn at the theatre! Rosie Claddife on the other hand, cannot even. But then again, she is a nice Family Sim. XD (14/20!)
Catalina: Phew! Well that was fun eh, old buddy old pal?
Harold: Yes, my sweet love dove! ♥
Charlatan: Oh my, you are just too beautiful for words, you thief you! Mwehehehe *Twirls moustache in the mirror*
Catalina: If either of you saw that little show back there, I just want you to know I'm totally up for a second round.
Mullet Man actually perks up with interest because OF COURSE.
Thankfully, Cesar is more than content to take care of his not-children while his wife is busy having coffee rendez-vous with her very platonic male friends.
While his actual children are busy being berated by their great-aunt and sitting questionably close to the TV.
Genevieve: I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN AND WATCH YOU CRASH SUCKAH
Cesar: Hello? Who is this? ...No, my wife is at work at the moment! Who are you gentlemen and why do you keep calling her every day?
Dillon and Tiffany are totally not laughing at him in the background.
I like to think that Helene is imparting some Knowledge Sim wisdom on her grandkids. She's got that glint in her eye and they're absorbing all that information like sponges!
I know it's not apparent now, but I swear they must have because all they talk about after this is academics.
John-Bob: LOOKING FOR A SALAD? TOO BAD BWAHAHAHAHA
Catalina: MEEP
Catalina: Don't look at meeeeee D:
That's a skirt you can't wear on a date again! Not before a couple of wash cycles, anyway.
Unfortunately, that was not the end of John-Bob's night out.
Everyone else was so exhausted by having the literal urine scared out of them that come morning, James and Cesar were the only ones fresh enough to be up and air jammin' in their jammies.
After a little while longer, I still hauled their asses out of bed to celebrate: the terrible twosome of the tiny twins!
If I didn't know better, I'd say Catalina spawned Nigel by herself. Where are you, Scott? Are you merely a glint in his blue eyes?
Ivy on the other hand has gotten her dad's eye colour and nose shape. But yes, they are both squishably cute. And both proudly display 3 and 1 nice point respectively, because someone has to brandish the mean mantle this generation. Obviously. >_>
James: Ewwww! Babies are stinky!
Really? Because your brother basks in the fumes of his bodily expulsions, just sayin'.
Cesar: Alright little man, time to get those feet a-pacing!
Eeeeeh, look at how excited his little face is! And is Cesar best stepfather or bestest stepfather? Wait, no. The answer is obviously bestestest stepfather! Give him a medal! And cookies! And earplugs so he doesn't hear Catalina's never-ending phone calls!
Remember Delbert, one of the two old vacationies Catalina had a date with? This was the one who actually liked her, and because I'm getting desperate for interested men, I decided to call him up for a 3-day stay so she could show him the local changing rooms. And yes, that is Delbert the mailman of the same name wandering off.
Unfortunately, he kept wandering the hilly terrain, making it impossible for someone to greet him and by the time I managed to drag a Sim out there to say hi, he was already leaving. YOU HOPPED ON A PLANE AND STOOD AROUND FOR 15 SIM MINUTES THINK OF THE LOGIC DELBERT.
Catalina: I WAS GOING TO ROCK YOUR WORLD SO HARD YOU'D HAVE TO USE A WHEELCHAIR AFTERWARDS. YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE.
Of course, it's not like she doesn't have a couple of backup plans on her phone. You know, in case of emergencies such as this one.
Nigel: Man, Mom sure is busy!
*Pinches his chipmunk cheeks* The toddlers get oodles of affection from everyone else in the house but this LTW is not an ideal one to have if you want your Sim to bond with their kids. :T
Who would've guessed that she'd have a thing for Mulleto? WHO? THAT'S SO SURPRISI-
Aaron: Daaaayyyuuuum, who is that lovely vision with a lovely pair o' legs?
Ohohoho, you'll get your turn.
Turns out there's a townie named Jeanette who's got her sights set on Mulleto (no, I don't remember his name and I didn't jot it down) and is intent on buttering him up somethin' buttery.
Catalina: EXCUSE YOU I HAVEN'T FINISHED WITH HIM YET.
So let's take care of that right aways! Sorry Jeanette. It's nothing personal, it's LTW!
Jeanette: WATCH HOW MUCH I DO NOT CARE. I WILL STAND IN FRONT OF THEIR SEXBOOTH AND CARE NO LONGER.
I'm glad you're exhaling the exhale of the fantastically sated Mulleto, because that's the last time it's happening with my legacy Sim. 15/20!
Aaron: WHOAH WHOAH. I said you were hot, I never said I wanted anything to do with you!
Catalina: But but but there's the changing room right there D:
And all my hopes of having another male contact are shot. Guess we'll have to prowl another community lot!
Jeanette meanwhile, was not put out by watching her crush's public deflowering and was quick to scoop Mulleto up once again. He's all yours, girl! Heck, there were even crush jingles and pink hearts between them afterwards and I'll admit, I thought it was cute. Unprompted townie romances, yaaay!
Andreas is the first to bring a friend home! This cutie is named Dianna and I know just how they can bond.
The traditional game of catch, this time with 7 nice points. Fluff! Rainbows! Friendship! Hugs! Garbage!... Wait.
I have a sneaking suspicion that the person knocking the trash can over is a certain red-haired, ink guzzling waiter but I have yet to catch him in the act. Thankfully, the roaches were taken care of before anyone had the ridiculous sense to stomp on them.
I'm just baffled by how tender Helene's gotten in her old age. Or maybe this is just a thing where mean Sims are just more affectionate towards their grandkids than they are towards their kids? Pfffff who cares GRATUITOUS CUTE PICTURE.
Tiffany: BOOGELYBOO
James: Siiiigh...
Muffin: *Sizzles*
James: Siiiigh...
Catalina: OMG One of my children! Let me tell you all about my last sexcapade at the store where I buy your clothes!
James: Siiiigh...
Little guy's got it rough.
Ivy: GRANDFATHER, MY LIFE IS A PURPLE PRISON! *SOBS*
Amos: *SOBS*
I see where she gets it from. Hurr hurr. But really, he's just crying over the roaches still.
Let us have happy children in contrast! Andreas has nabbed himself his first astounding report card and filled the house with his ecstatic cries of jubilation.
Here's to hoping he can impart his smarts to his younger siblings. Absorption through communication or something like that. It also gives me an excuse to take cute pictures like this one!
See? More talk of future scholarships and valedictorian dreams! If these two end up rolling Knowledge, I wouldn't colour myself surprised. I probably wouldn't look good in that shade anyway.
And then maybe they'd get some fantastic aspiration boosts from their frequent run-ins with the ancestors instead of just needing another shower before bedtime.
Andreas: My young heart can't take this!
Pish tosh, as long as the social worker doesn't come a-knocking this is perfectly fine. *cough*
Nigel and Ivy have found the treasure trove of magical thingies in their big brothers' room! Time to get those little imaginations revving up!
Ivy: You can only fit in a toybox once!
I was not joking about the constant schooltalk. These kids are aiming to be teachers' right-hand Sims.
They're going to get to experience the real thing very soon because I am DONE with toddlermania this generation, baby!
Ivy is probably the Maxis Matchiest Sim I've ever had in my game, and she is beeyooteefuuullll. Why yes, you can smell my bias from across the street.
Nigel looks like a male version of Catalina, so of course he's adorable. That being said, it might also hurt his chances when the heir poll comes around. In the meantime, enjoy his attempts at looking like a grown-up by cleverly positioning the shadow on his chin to look like a goatee!
IVY BB NO NOT THE ROACHES. NOT THE AGGRESSIVE WOLF OOOOH THE HORROR...
Oh, good.
Ivy: You mean physical contact with vermin leads to consequences!? *GASP*
No sooner do I order her back into the house than Nigel tag teams her for another round of roach wrasslin'. CHILDREN THIS IS NOT PRODUCTIVE.
Of course.
OK, now you sit here next to Grandma so that everyone can admire the constancy of cuteness in every generation.
Ivy: BOOOOOHOOOHOOOO ICKY BUUUGGGSSSS
Well that was brief. Moving on!
Andreas: God, I thought this neighbourhood was supposed to be high end!
Catalina: WELL MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T STAND ON THEM I COULD KILL THEM PROPERLY, KID.
Bugspray-stained shoes are totally gonna be the new fad at school.
Makes me think of my first high school during monsoon season. The classrooms all reeked of chemical repellent and the floors, chairs and desks were littered with dead or dying mosquitoes. You would be sitting there and you'd see one or two weakly attempting to fly and then just plummet on your table. Good times.
I SMELL THE ROACHES' OVERLORD APPROACHING.
Scott: Someone picked up that cheating harpy's trash can? Well, I don't pass by every day for nothing! Nyeheheheh.
I thought bribing him 50 bucks might not be sufficient, so thankfully Mr. Mickles can lend a bit of his mojo to the cause!
Newly bedazzled Scott: Oh, my sweet poodlecupcake! Why was I ever angry with you? *Smooch*
BTW your legions of crawlies have infected the children you didn't know you had. Just a small footnote.
And this update ends with Amos finally reaching logical nirvana. About time too, I'm hoping to get him his peak promotion before Grim springs another surprise visit on the house.