The Moody Legacy - 1.2
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WARNING: Strong language, sexual themes, pug puppies with the pull of gravity
Last Time: Veronica and Sinbad had relationship problems, followed by engagement, followed by marriage. Followed by marital problems. Somehow that works for them. The Goodes, Clara and Goodwin, continue to terrify the Moodys with their unprovoked obstructionist behavior. Mac aged into a very crazy Child. Flor aged into an adorable Toddler and was spoiled with Generations interactions. Veronica gave birth to twin boys, Naka and Umi. And then she and Sinbad ran off to Shang Simla, Sinbad stole a lot of stuff, and then they came back and I turned the legacy shack into a house.
Ready. Set. Go.
Sinbad makes use of the new kitchen. They eat a lot of salad because Veronica is a gardener and her skill is not advanced enough to grow meat. Sounds like a vegetable conspiracy to me.
Sinbad: There's nothing like a salad made from home-grown fresh veggies, right babe?
Veronica: Wait, these are my veggies?! I'm eating Mr. and Mrs. Tomato-face?!
Flor has an Imaginary Friend, but I'm not letting her keep it. :P
Flor: ♫ You are my sunshine / My only sunshine ♫
Veronica: What is this? What is this thing on my neck? What are you, neck thing?
Veronica: Stop sucking out my cerebral spinal fluid! My brain is not a toy!
Veronica: Goddamn intangible salamanders! How would you like it if I ate you?!
Naka and Umi are bunking with Mac. The young man isn't too happy about it.
Mac: They're so noisy and annoying! And badly dressed!
Veronica: They're just babies, son. They need to wear these to hide the fact that they don't have legs.
Sinbad and Veronica break in their new bed. Heh. "Break in." *snicker*
Veronica: What happened to your hair?
Sinbad: Apparently I can't style it when I'm in my work uniform. Tim thinks the smell of my hair products with blow my cover when I'm stealing shit.
Veronica: Hm. It's pretty sexy.
What would you guys do together if I didn't have the WooHooer installed? Seriously.
Mac's new favorite thing: fart jokes.
Mac's new least favorite thing: his baby sister.
Mac: Only because my mother ignores me.
Young man, your father is out day and night acquiring things to support his family and Veronica is stuck teaching toddler skills. You are just going to have to deal with it like every oldest child on the planet earth.
Mac: Mom? Helloooo, Mom?
Veronica: Okay, Flor, now we learn to walk without training toes.
'Spraining' toes?
Veronica: I know what I said.
Mac: Why won't she talk to me?! What am I, invisible?! Am I wearing an invisibility cloak?!
What did I just tell you?
Veronica: This will teach those incorporeal beasts! I'll eat their brains!
That isn't the brain of an incorporeal beast, Veronica, that's a garlic head. Why are you eating that, you just had dinner.
Veronica: This is as satisfying as I thought it would be.
That's what you get.
Mac: Oh my gosh. This is glorious.
What are you looking at?
Oh, I see. Your Harry Potter clipboard. I can respect that.
Veronica is throwing a party. We ordered pizza. We got invisible pizza.
Pizza Boy: Maybe they won't notice.
Clara: What is this shit? I'm so glad my family isn't this screwed up.
Speaking of Clara's family...
Meet Mauricio Goode, eldest child of Clara and Goodwin Goode.
I adore him.
Mauricio: Are you wearing a robin egg blue tuxedo at your Dad's birthday party? LOL, what a loser!
Mac: Huh?
Mac: Y-you don't like my suit? But it's handmade! And how do you know what robin egg blue is? Oh, I know, because your eyes are-
Mauricio: Let's not talk about the color of my eyes.
Awkward. Almost as awkward as the fact that Veronica is eyeballing Sinbad while she bumbs&grinds with his boss.
Veronica: I don't see how this will get him that promotion he wants.
Clara: Hey, little guy. You aren't going to turn out like your brother are you? No, I'm going to look out for you children since your parents can't.
Oh, Clara.
Tim: What about that woman? Is she single?
Sinbad: No, Tim, She's married. Just how you like 'em.
It's Sinbad's birthday!
Veronica: *blare!*
And now he's having a mid-life crisis. :P
Veronica: At last! Tangible pizza! I'm getting pretty tired of all this invisible nuance crap, let me tell ya.
Pizza Boy: Just pay me, lady.
Clara: Oh. My. Gosh. Stop this incessant whining.
Mac: But I didn't-
Clara: Stop it I say!
Tim: I'm glad we took this conversation in here, Sinbad.
Sinbad: Yeah, whatever. What were you saying about my job now?
Tim: Oh, it isn't that. I was just lamenting about how no one in The Compnay seemed relentlessly Evil.
Sinbad: What?! I'm the most Evil guy in the whole town!
Mauricio: LOOKOUT! ORWELLIANS!
Sinbad: GAH!
Mauricio: "Most Evil" until about about ten days ago, just sayin'.
Oh oh. I wonder what Clara and Goodwin think about this. Or if they're in total denial.
Sinbad: We've been coworkers for quite awhile now, Sofia. I was wondering...do you like looking at stars? Want to go stargaze with me for a little while?
Sofia: Why don't we just skip to the end and go make use of the backseat of your truck?
Sinbad: Huh? I just wanted to look at stars. Besides, my truck doesn't have a backseat.
Erm. Sinbad, how could you?
Veronica: I don't like where this is going.
I know, baby, I know. Luckily he only seems interested in romantic interactions if he's the instigator. Actually, I'm not sure what's lucky about that. Whelp.
Mauricio: Now that I'm staying the night-
Mac: You're staying the night?
Mauricio: -I think we should bond. Maybe I can see what's making your brain tick counter-clockwise.
Mac: Dude. I have an inherent psychosis, not a clock in my head.
Sofia: I certainly will NOT read you a bedtime story! I hate you stinky brats! When I steal your father and break your home, I'm going to emancipate you!
Mac: Whoa! Whoa! I was just going to ask you if your outfit got stuck in the eighties! Oh my gods, woman!
Mac: But speaking of bedtime stories, how about it, Mom?
Veronica: What are mothers for?
Clara: Yes, what are mothers for? I'm more than happy to read you a story, Mac.
Mac: Um...I mean my own mother...
Clara: A lovely story about mummy safety read by yours truly.
Mac: Well, at least it'll put me to sleep.
I'm not sure how exactly asking Veronica to read him to sleep translated into Clara reading him to sleep, but maybe Veronica didn't want to fight a pregnant woman. Let us go with that.
Since his mother is otherwise occupied with Mac, Mauricio decided to torture Mac's mother instead.
Mauricio: I can smell heartbreak from a mile away. Isn't that just so Schadenfreude?
Veronica: Are you mocking my pain, you little purple-haired cretin?! I can take the passive-aggressive nonsense from your mother, but not from punks like you!
Mauricio: Whoa, sorry! I didn't know the lonely heart was you! Gods, my parents would have a field day with that one.
I love the feathers from the sleeping bags. XD
Sweet dreams, boys.
...I guess. So Mauricio is the type of kid that wakes up crying after waking up in a strange house, who knew.
Mauricio: Thanks for letting me stay the night, it's good to get away from my family.
Mac: *snerk* I don't know why my dysfunctional family would be any easier to deal with.
Shut up! Why is it one of you is always crying? :P
Flor: *creeps*
Naka: ...so cold...
Veronica gives the neighbors some fan service while she gardens. So far we have a perfect apple tree and a perfect tomato vine, with perfect grape and lettuce bushes on the way. That two-going-on-four out of ten for the LTW.
Mac: ♫ ...but we're loved by our mommies and dads ♫
Mac: ♫ Drink up me hearties, yo ho! ♫
Notice anything different about The Moodys now? Huh? Anything? There's Veronica, working away in her garden, as usual...
There's Flor playing with her castle, now with flattering bangs, seeing as all my toddler/child Peggy hairs have disappeared from CAS. >.>
Flor: I'm playing Medieval.
And there's the stray dog. What a ruffian that stray dog is. ♥
Stray Dog: I can haz grass? And by that, I can chew on it?
Veronica: Hey, boy! Aren't you a charming fellow.
Stray Dog: You smell like delicious decomposing vegetable mush.
Veronica: Hee. Silly boy, you're a carnivore.
Clara: Now she's carrying on conversations with mongrels.
Goodwin: They're so far downhill, they're below sea level.
And here's Mac. Also suffering from the absence of Peggy hair showing up in CAS, but what can ya do.
Clara: Aren't you worried about your family getting fleas from all the vermin you let in your yard?
Clara: It can be an absolute pandemic...
Veronica: Like a supercontinent!
Sinbad: That's pangaea, Ronnie, but A+ for effort.
Sinbad: Thanks so much for caring, Goodwin's wife. I'm walking away now.
Flor: There are so many people here...I must navigate through the leg forest with confidence.
Mauricio: I'm here for this guy's party, everyone... Oh, look, this is happening. Well.
Mauricio: I'd probably be more disconcerted if my mother wasn't completely devoid of a personality.
It's Flor's birthday!
/sparkle time
Flor rolled Daredevil for her third trait. At this age, she looks like Veronica with Sinbad's coloring, but I'm hoping she'll prove to be a better genetic mix as she grows up. She's adorable though, ridiculously so. ♥
The twins are aging up tonight too...
Little Naka, with the big brown eyes and perfectly pinchable cheeks.
And Umi, the twin that kept crashing my game until I switched his hair to this one. All right, then. It's a good thing you're so cute, Umi.
Both boys got an IF (fml) but they won't get to keep them either. I downloaded a mod that was supposed to reduce the occurrence of IFs to 1:5, rather than 1:2, but all of my kids are getting them, so my game must hate me. I'm think of downloading the "no IFs ever" version since IFs turn into full blown characters. And I'm just not in the mood. :P
Flor begins childhood in such a state.
Flor: I haven't been this tall long, maybe no one knows it's me.
Veronica potty training.
Veronica: Sim fu chop!
Naka: I'm doing my best. D:
Sinbad: Why are all these people still on my lawn? It's the middle of the night.
Speaking of loiterers:
Stray Cat: Feed me?
I'm way into Pets. ♥ Twinbrook is such a pretty town for it too.
Flor still adores the fairy princess castle.
Flor: Don't worry, Fred. Prince Dauntless will realize you're the one soon enough. Besides, if all princesses were scared off of princes by their over-bearing mothers, where would fairy tales be?
Flor basically lives a fairy tale, being the Cinderella of the Moodys, the only sim that lives here who cleans anything.
Mac: All hail Mac, king of clan Moody!
Mac: Lord of the computer chair! Exalted leader of the singing, dancing, rainbow road!
Flor: Leader if the free world today, Mac?
Mac: The whole, free-floating world! We shall arrive in a galaxy far, far away, and I shall rule with the queen of Alderon by my side!
Flor: I've got some sad news for you, bro...
Mac: Silence! My plans shall not be swayed.
Flor: Well, whatever. May the Force be with you.
Mac: Righty-o. Now let's prepare for take-off. As long as the house doesn't pick up and land on anyone with pointy silver shoes, I'm good.
Flor: Gods, my brother is so crazy.
He just has a big imagination, Flor.
OH MY GODS, WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Naka: We're hungry, damnit!
I don't see Umi screaming his head off like a banshee, and he's starving too. (I see who the 'dominant' twin is going to be. Heeey.)
Naka: This is so. good!
Umi: Yeah, it's-
Naka: So delicious, omnomnom!
See?
A random elder celebrity rang the doorbell and Flor let him in. He decided to crash here. Just when I was relishing how the paparazzi weren't stalking the Moodys yet.
Mac: I still want a clown.
Flor: Mac, clowns don't exist! They're like super agents that way. You can't have a clown at your birthday party.
Mac: Clowns do so exist! I saw one once.
Flor: That wasn't a clown. That was a particularly head-shaped cloud.
Mac: A gloriously head-shaped clown.
Old Guy: Don't be so hard on him! If he wants to believe clowns exist, let him believe!
Flor: Oh, yeah? So are you going to dress up as a mythological clown for his birthday, now?
Old Guy: Well, I wouldn't go that far.
Mac: One can dream...
Clown or no, it's Mac's birthday, and we're having it at the park. The scary looking Racket children showed up.
Mac: I wish to get my hair back.
Mac Moody rolled Charismatic for his fourth trait, which makes me happy. I like charming crazy people. I also adore Mac because he's so good-looking. ♥ So far I enjoy how he looks like both Veronica and Sinbad - I feel like that is less and less prevalent in the Sims 3, that sim children are a mix of genes. :P
Mac begins the next stage of his life by trying out the chess table.
Mauricio: Oh, chess? That looks fun! May I join you?
Mac: Well-
Mac: What do you think you're doing?
Mauricio: Setting up the chess board so we can play a game, what's it look like?
Mac: But I didn't actually say you could play.
Mauricio: But we're friends, so I assumed it was fine. What were you going to do, say no?
Mac: You know what? I don't like how you always assume what's going on in our so-called friendship. I don't even know why we're friends when our families hate each other.
Mauricio: I didn't know that mattered to you.
I think I'm going to avoid all the weird ~drama and find some cute things. Like Sinbad and Naka. And the glorious "CLAAAWW!" interaction. ♥
Mac: KIDS. IN. SPACE! You're an astronaut, Umi! Not to be confused with a juggernaut, just so you know-
Umi: Whee!
There's something about all the old men in Twinbrook hanging out with my kids that's starting to make me...uncomfortable. >.>
This guy is also dressed like a kid, srsly.
Flor: Look how high I can swing! Oh my gosh, what if I fall?!
Old Guy: I'm going to laugh if you do. To be fair.
Veronica headed home early because she was expecting a little surprise for the kids since they all had birthdays...
Worker: Mrs. Moody?
Worker: Here we are, on schedule!
Veronica: Hurray! Where's the new baby?
The Twinbrook Animel Shelter put this little pug puppy up for adoption. How could I say no?!
Meet Han Moody. He has the Independent trait.
Veronica: Aren't you just tiny, furry, and scrunchy?
Han: Dude, are you really leaving me alone with this strange lady?! Really?!
Flor: Dad, it's getting dark and I want to get home before you need to show up at work. That one night you were running late and you made us all wait in the warehouse is not an experience I would like to repeat.
Sinbad: Okay, sweetie, let me just collect your brother here.
Sinbad: Was that fun, Naka?! Did you enjoy the horsey?!
Naka: Um...
Sinbad: Are you having fun, son?!
You're freaking him out, Sinbad.
Poor Han can't climb the stairs to get into the house.
Han: Woe!
I tried to get him to bond with Veronica so that she could pick him up and carry him in before he starved, but his Independent trait made bonding slow-going.
Han: The only reason why I'm playing with this is because you're waving it in my face. I'm still not sure about you.
Han: I'm hungry and I can't get in!
Let Veronica help you, crazy pooch! Jeez!
Mac continues his favorite activity into teenagedom. Never change, Mac.
I finally cheated Han in.
Han: Tiny human?
Naka: *oblivius to puppy* I love my dolly!
Old Guy Who is Still Here: Madame, your son has put a rubber container under this couch cushion in order to simulate the sound of flatulence as I sat down. I don't like it.
Mac: Why do you have to be like that?
Veronica: What's the meaning of this, Mac?! I don't like it when you upset the figments of my imagination!
Mac: You're imagining that guy?!
Veronica: You better make it up to me by helping around the house while I talk to Pretend Mister Smarty-Pants!
Mac: Okay, Mom, okay! I will!
Mac helped out by teaching Naka to walk. It's nice having teens to help with the kids, just saying.
Mac: How high can you go?!
Naka: OMGS!
Han, thankfully, found his food bowl and did not starve.
Han: Omnomnomnom...
Oddly, his eyes do not close when he sleeps. I hear this is a graphics card issue, but I don't have the problem with Han's eyes every time, so maybe it's just another Random Game Issue I Can't Explain.
Han: And they threw all the wigs away...
Veronica: ...and that's why we don't have clowns anymore.
Umi: Fascinating.
Sinbad: Oh gods, is that a wrinkle?! Is it?! Crap, I need some sort of cream or something...
Yeah, work that circulation! That's one way to take care of wrinkles, believe me!
This is how Han wakes up! :D
Han: Good Morning!
Far too cute. Far. Too. Cute.
Look, Han, I got a bone out for you! *wibbles*
Han: Bone?
Han: I need to stretch first.
Okay, I'll let you, but only because you're cute. But hurry up, I'm dying to play games with you!
Han: BANZAI!
Han: *gnaw gnaw* *gnaw gnaw*
I adore my pug puppy. ♥
And then it was love at first sight.
Flor: OMG, so cute.
Han: Pats?
Flor is an obliging giver of pats.
Flor: Who's a fierce boy? Is it you? Yes it is!
Han is in girl-love heaven. The kind of love you see between a girl and her dog.
A formal dance?! Boo! (I mean) yay! Who you going with, champ?
Mac: Eh.
Veronica: What's going on?! I heard crying!
Veronica: What do you mean wild animals came in and brutalized Mrs. Tomato-Face IV?!
Sorry little woodland creatures. But Veronica has a lifetime wish to achieve, and eating the LTW ingredients isn't helping.
Mac: And then I said "That's whack, yo, check yourself at the door!"
Flor: So you're lining up a string of broken hearts already?
Mac: Those rumors are alleged.
Flor: Whatever makes you happy, Mac.
Flor already has her one true love. ♥
Flor: Who's my precious pug-face?
Han: *nuzzles*
Han: Hugs?
What is she going to do, say no?
Nope.
Flor: You are too precious! I just want thirty of you!
Ugh. Han.
Sinbad: Veronica! This little rat I let you bring into my house is scratching up the easel I worked really hard to steal!
Han has a sad.
Han: But I was having so much fun!
Sinbad: Seriously. This stuff doesn't steal itself.
Veronica: I'm a kitty.
Sure you are, doll. Sure you are.
And I'm leaving you there. ♥
Thanks for reading! ♥