ISBI Challenge: The Ives 1.1

Oct 04, 2008 13:01

I wanted to play something different, and the ISBI challenge looked like it would either cure of my control freak-ishness or kill me. Shall we hope it is the first choice? ;)

I probably won't be advertising this anywhere, because I can't think of WHERE. XD








This is Anne Ives. Fortune/Family - become Chief of Staff.

What's up with her name? There was a bottle of St. Ives lotion on my desk and a book by a lady named Anne. So. Yeah. Lack of creativity FTW! She's very generic, I know, but I figured if I'm going to have to deal with all the disasters, I might as well use my favorite face template. The elf one. :D



According to the rules, you can use any size lot. Anne's is 2x2, leaving her plenty to make the house livable.



I decided to stick Anne in Belladona Cove (the hood that comes with AL), meaning that it is full of maxis sims. I haven't played in hoods with maxis sims for so long...XD



Like my little computer corner?



La de da, sandwiches. I can always tell if I was hungry while playing when I look at the pictures.



Um. Ok. I know the girl is the Cordial sister who knows the good witch. No idea who the guy is. But the welcome wagon showed up, they hugged, and BLAM, TWU LUV. I haven't played Belladona Cove except with one of my own sims to test out the apartments. So I guess it is part of a maxis story?



Making out in the bathroom of some girl you just met is totally the new thing. *nods*



What are we? Eight? His name is Christopher, btw.






Hehehe boot pillow fight. XD



Anne: That was no pillow! :O






Shy sims flirting = definition of adorable. <3



The first maxis walk by, Callista? She hung around all evening, catching JAR AFTER JAR of fireflies. Anne had to let EIGHT JARS go once she sent everyone home.



Anne, babe? Who is going to eat all those bowls of cereal? No, I am not trying to come up with excuses for taking pictures of food because I was hungry.



Random big dog is a bully! Beating up poor little random small dog. Also. Anne got her job in the medical career. :D



Anne: *sucks face* mmm I missed you honey.



Nice bitch face there, for someone with 8 nice points. XD



Hai, thur, ACR!



GRRRR. It is a good thing that I happen to like that Meadow Thayer-ish face that Chris has.



Anne: I've never met anyone I like as much, Chris...



Anne: And I think I'm pregnant, so, marry me?






So, welcome to the family, Chris! I know he's family, but I dunno his LTW or other stats, since I'm not allowed to look. XP



Nice. *hands tissue*



Sometimes townies have skills. So this doesn't HAVE to be a disaster...






But it is. *sighs*



Anne: I have to eat this?
Your loving husband is trying his hardest...
Anne: Bububut it's BURNT!



Anne: Oh, that's nasty. *gag*



Better pic of Chris.



Sproing!



Sproing number two! 0_o Where are my in the middle pictures??



MMMM....



Yes, my pregnant sims always garden. Dunno why.



0_o WHERE HAVE MY PICTURES GONE??? Baby boy, James. Mommy's skin and eyes, daddy's hair.



Anne: Did I really want to do this? Bring a child into the madhouse that my life is?
FYI, dear, your life ISN'T a madhouse. Your husband is amazingly able to take care of himself.



Besides. How cute is he??



Tired?



Feed the not-hungry baby!



Still tired? Exercise!



Maybe there is hope for something interesting to happen after all. *evil cackle*



Or, you know. Not.



EEEEWWWW. There...there is green stink. And FLIES. D: D: D:



Birthday!



Um. I seem to remember that this face always looks weird on toddlers/kids, but is fine by teens. I hope. :(



Lets get him as self sufficient as possible before Anne has to go back to work, shall we?



James: I AM TIRED!



Good boy. *pats*



More babies, plz!



LULZ, nothing like a little woohoo before work, eh?






I can't say I approve of the baby being outside when it is freezing cold, but still. ADORABLE.






I know she's just "pretty like every other founder out there" (although she isn't REALLY a founder, since the ISBI doesn't have to go for ten generations), but I love her. *snuggles*



I find it amazing that James seems to roll wants to learn the skills that Anne wants to teach. Or so I guess, since I can't look. But he goes platinum after each skill. :D



Baby???



BABY!!!



And my first point taken off is by my TH. :P



Thanks for feeding the baby, Chris...but how is he going to get OUT of the high chair?



*twitch* so *twitch* dirty *twitch*



Teehee.



Nanny. Babies do NOT go in the snow.



*squee* My first autonomous peek-a-boo!



I wish sims were smart enough to look for leftovers. There was spaghetti, comfort soup, pancakes, cereal...






WOW. I never looked at his wants and he grew up platinum. Why must my sims be so...able to take care of themselves?



They have roaches. :(



I got the new CEP and now I have stove recolors!!!



Yes, that is what happens when you play red hands with your dad for FOUR HOURS and let the muffin burn.



James: Bububut it's burnt...



Burnt muffin pwns sparkly spaghetti? 0_o



Green fumes...those have GOT to be toxic.



Hehehe. I didn't know parents could interact with kids with the playground equipment!



Butterflies in the snow?



The trick of luring a kid into a game of red hands and then making them do their homework? Works so well. :D






Baby tiem! Two pics, to make up for no pics of James' birth. XD



A girl, Katherine! Black hair, Anne's eyes (which was a given, since I never bothered to geneticize those eyes), and I THINK a skin between Anne's and Chris'.



Anne: Who the heck is this guy that just watched me give birth? And why is he wearing a fireman hat?

That's it for now. Thanks for reading!

ETA: I just noticed that I misspelled the name of the challenge in my teaser pic. *has massive amounts of fail* If I can make an excuse for my fail, it is spring, and some field right next to our house is in bloom, which is making me SO SICK. Everyone is wandering around going "YAY SPRING!!! :D :D :D" and opening all the windows and doors. GRRR POLLEN.

ives family

Previous post Next post
Up