Nomen Legacy 1.3
Warnings: Creepy townie creepiness.
Last time: The last two children, Elbow and Ocular, were born. Elbow looked a lot like Annette and Ocular was a bit malajusted.
FYI: This update runs short because the next one will be pretty long.
Elbow's a bit of a showoff.
Annette: WOOO Elbow!
Idea: *Is making sure Elbow doesn't out-awesome her*
Idea started a game of catch, and naturally flung the ball as hard as she could at Elbow's head.
Elbow: What did you throw that so hard for?? >:/
Idea: Whoops! ;D
Toaster brought this townie home from work. His last name is Creeper. I wonder why.
Ocular is totally the favorite. (And Creeper's arm glitched into a fittingly creepy position.)
Annette thinks it's OK to pass out on the couch while a weird stranger plays with her three year old.
And it's teenager time for Idea.
She grows up well, like everyone else has so far. She rolls popularity, and that's all I know right now.
Here she is post-makeover. She's turning out really well.
She's also in love with her reflection, and has to check herself out with every mirrior in the house.
Creeper: I'd hit on you, but then I'd go to jail.
Idea: Yeah, you totally would. Now GTFO.
He did.
My townies really cannot dress themselves.
Don't you dare make a habit of this, Toaster. I DON'T LIKE IT.
Apparently Idea has a soft spot for the ...interesting kids.
Idea: Mom, when are you going to give me The Talk? Mom! Mom, are you listening?
Annette: You don't hear anything. Just walk away. You don't hear anything...
So Idea took things into her own hands.
Great job there, Bad Joke Chick.
A birthday for Ocular, once again attended by everyone in the house.
He looks a little better, but that's not saying much.
And he still has issues.
But those seem to run in the family.
Elbow's just glad he has someone his age to show off to. (Seriously. He's such a ham that if I had taken a pic of every time he stood on his head, this update would be full-size.)
They're little gossip mongers, too.
Ocular: Did Mom really pee on herself?
Elbow: Yeah! It was right where you're standing, too!
The house wasn't hectic enough with four uncontrollables, a nanny, and a maid running around, so I had Toaster greet this guy.
He made a beeline for Idea. Apparently they ride the same bus?
They then played kickybag for a few hours, as if to spite me by refusing to be interesting.
And Ocular finally caught those butterflies. (But no pixellated insects were harmed in the making of this update, because I made Toaster let them go a while later.)
Speaking of Toaster, he hasn't shown up much because his life looks like this. Here's what's going on:
-Elbow is munching a charred muffin and jabbering on about bugs
-Idea and Bad Fashion Boy are ACR-ing it up (but they don't even get crushes on each other)
-Ocular is waiting for Elbow to finish so he can wash the dishes
-Toaster is overwhelmed
Ocular caught the easel disease.
What did the nanny ever do to you? (Besides saving you both from the neglectful clutches of Annette, anyway.)
I'm sure you can guess who was the adult at home while the boys beat each other with pillows in the middle of the street.
Another day, another A+!
It's also Elbow's birthday.
He, like Idea, has an odd taste in clothes.
After a makeover, he still looks a lot like Annette. He rolled pleasure.
It was getting about time for Idea to head off to college, so she did.
She broke the shower right before she left, though. THANKS, IDEA.
The tonberry doll wore out, so I bought a bunnybear. Ocular's nice to this one, oddly enough. Weird child.
Elbow's pretty boring. All he does is play video games...
...and read the paper. He even has a routine going, for heaven's sake. Elbow, if you don't get interesting by the time you leave for college, you won't be heir.
Ocular's birthday, blah blah blah. The only real reason for this is that I forgot what Annette's pajamas looked like because she's in underwear 24/7.
Teen Ocular. He rolled family. Not much to see here. Moving on.
Then Elbow leaves for college...
...followed by Ocular.
And the next morning, the invisible newspaper is stolen by a pale vacationie elf. Mmmkay.
Next time: Uni. All four years.