The Simm Legacy - 1.2
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Previously: Bathory Simm was born and grew up into an adorable toddler, while Artichoke was visited by a Magician!Burglar and a Stripper!Cop.
Bathory: OM NOM NOM.
Bathory endears herself to me by doing a fantastic job at entertaining herself. She looks a LOT like Artichoke, but it's sort of hard to tell with toddlers, so we'll see.
She inherited Artichoke's ability to make the most adorable sad, frowny face too! Aww...
Bathory, meet Rotten Bottle. Rotten Bottle, Bathory. It's a good idea that you two get to know one another because you'll be spending a lot of time together.
Good to see you two are getting along! ^_^
Theresa's at a pretty high level in her job, so she doesn't have to work most days, meaning we don't have to pay the nanny to watch cooking shows and soaps all day while Bathory sits in her radioactive filth. :D
Bathory: Wee!
Theresa is really good with Bathory... for the most part. She only fails in the not-so-important jobs that result in a Social Worker visit. X(
YES. IMPREGNATION.
Theresa: Aw, my tummy hurts. :(
You could try NOT eating the rotten cereal, maybe?
Theresa: I couldn't tell it was rotten! It blends in with everything else!
Details.
Artichoke: Oh! My underwear changed colors... and I seem to be growing an organism inside of me!
Bathory takes her logic-skill-building VERY seriously.
Bathory: BATHORY SMASH BLOCKS!
O_O
Theresa prefers phone socialization to, you know, in-person socialization. And she must know a lot of people because the phone is CONSTANTLY ringing for her.
Bathory: Mommy's sleeping, so I'll just sit here and wait for her to wake up. :D
Bathory: Wait, what the hell am I talking about? SOMEONE BATHE ME!
Um, guys? What are you doing?
Oh. Yes. Well. That's very intelligent of you two. Lying in the snow. Artichoke is in her pajamas and heavily pregnant! And your heads are on the sidewalk!
Artichoke: So. Tired.
She's... still not a very manageable pregnant sim.
Really, Bathory? REALLY? You have another mother who's not only awake and NOT pregnant, but is right in the living room!
Theresa: Maybe I should join a bookclub, I do have a lot of time on my hands.
Or, you know, maybe you could help raise your child, hm???
Ah, children.
Bathory grows up well! Which is kind of sad, I was hoping for some fail from her. Artichoke is just pleased that her daughter retained all the appropriate limbs. ^_^
Here she is, post-makeover! She still looks a lot like Artichoke, but isn't an exact clone at all. :D
SYNCHRONIZED POTTY DANCE!
Like mother, like daughter.
Theresa: Goodnight, my sweet minion angel.
Theresa often terrifies me. O_O
*que Psycho soundtrack*
Here's a smiling Bathory! She has Artichoke's mouth, so she has the tendency to look sad and/or depressed with neutral facial expressions. Aw, I love her, though. :D
I know, creepy bus drivers is totally overdone, but seriously? DO NOT GET ON THE BUS WITH THIS MAN, BATHORY.
Artichoke: I'm NOT in the mood for this right now!
Sorry, babe, I don't think you can wait until later.
Oh shit.
Bathory: THIS IS NOT FUN!
Now, introducing the twins! This is Basil. He has Theresa's hair color, Artichoke's eyes and a geneticized skintone that's darker than both his mother's.
And Beatrice! Theresa's hair and skintone (I think) and Artichoke's eyes. Still no purple. :(
Oh, so did I mention I invited the headmaster over before Artichoke went into labor? Yes. I did.
Artichoke: I HATE MY LIFE!
Headmaster: So what's for dinner?
I had to make Artichoke jump through hoops while exhausted, but Bathory got in! Honestly, I wouldn't have even bothered, but Artichoke had the want. And she definitely wouldn't have gotten in if Artichoke wasn't a magically good at schmoozing.
Beatrice helps me test out the baby toys from the store that I FINALLY got around to grabbing. ^_^
Bathory, this is was we call 'redundant'.
Theresa is neglectful, parent-wise, but she's damn good at her job! Not sure how, exactly, but she is.
So, with twins, their old house was WAY TOO SMALL. And taking pictures was hellish. So they get a new house! I even built it myself. :D
The floorplan is VERY open for my own sanity and it seems to be working out very, very well.
Bathory breaks in her new bedroom by diving into an octopus.
And then baking a muffin. Muffins are what the children will basically be living on.
Theresa: Hang on, Basil, mommy has to do something important.
Theresa: Damn that burglar to hell! He's the reason we had to move!
No. He's not.
Bathory: I burnt my muffin. :(
You should probably learn to like it. :/
Beatrice and Basil have Theresa to thank for this. I don't think she even fed them, actually, just took them out of their cribs to put on the kitchen floor.
Ooo, Bathory is a bathtub pirate! This bathtub will proceed to become her best friend.
Bathory: Glug, glug, glug.
At least she cleans, which is more than Theresa does...
Her nautical-themed bedroom was apparently very fitting! The boat is her favorite thing from the toybox. ^_^
Theresa, while I appreciate you picking up Beatrice from the floor, Basil is the one with the diaper that desperately needs to be changed.
Theresa: Here you go, Basil! Your crib will be much more comfortable than the hard floor!
Basil: A clean diaper would be even better!
Random Walk-by: Ahhh, I love the smell of fresh garbage in the morning!
Also, please take note of the trashcan. It will become important later.
Before long, it's birthday time for the twins!
Beatrice is up first, with very uneventful fanfare.
Basil, on the otherhand, grew up to CHAOS.
Toddlerified Basil!
And Beatrice!
Next Time: Horrible, horrible chaos that somehow manages to avoid giving me any ISBI points.
Thanks for reading, everyone! I really appreciate it and I hope that you're enjoying my legacy as much as I am! ^_^