crescendo 1.3
PREVIOUSLY, Aria was pregnant again, and soon gave birth to TRIPLETS, Jude, Daisy, and Glory. This meant that she and Liam gave up practically all of their free time in order to skill up the toddlers. Aria aged up to an adult, and both Luca and Logan became teens. Daisy was a little brat, Jude was very pouty, and Glory was abnormally cheerful. Aria began throwing up, causing me to freak out with thoughts that she may somehow be pregnant again.
Coming back right where we left off, with too. Many. Toddlers.
P.S. That food isn't going anywhere, Glory. You can take some time with it, you know.
GLORY: OM NOM NOM.
The boys take advantage of the sparse time without toddlers' needs to skill/read school books. It's a sound idea, to be sure.
Why so glum, Logan? You get to enjoy the sun without the triplets taking over the balcony! Reason for celebration, yes?
LOGAN: But why do I have to do HOMEWORK in my free time?
Trust me, it'll be worth it in the end. That way you have a chance of getting a randomized trait, which could be good, as opposed to a game-determined growing-up-bad trait that definitely WON'T be good. Play the odds, Logan!
LOGAN: There's not much PLAYING right now . . .
Just do your homework.
The balcony doesn't remain unoccupied for long in this house. Yes, that IS all three toddlers on the balcony as Luca obliviously exercises on the deck below. We have some great parenting here.
If you can't tell by Logan's angry horn-blowing or Luca's ditzy clapping, it's birthday time!
Daisy rolled the excitable trait. I think the expression makes that pretty clear.
Sparkleplosion!
Computer whiz, which fits with the genius trait he already has.
And Glory becomes over-emotional. An over-emotional, easily-impressed virtuoso. Well, aren't you just a little trainwreck waiting to happen?
On a side note, they allllll aged up into the hair Glory is modeling for you there. ~beautiful They also all aged up to be very cute, especially when I took away that hair.
As a birthday present, we get a new kitchen! Also because we now have seven sims that can eat at a table, and four that can cook. I think it was time.
Aria is Leader of the Free World, if I didn't mention that before. It happened a while back. I'm choosing to ignore the nauseous moodlet. If I ignore it, then it can't happen right?
DAMN IT. Cheers, autonomous risky woohoo.
Take note of this picture. It is probably the only time Daisy ever has a positive, normal interaction with any of her siblings. Of course, it is Luca, and he tries to befriend everyone, so this is almost certainly entirely his influence, but still. Momentous occasion.
Aw, look at all the kids hanging out together. Conductors are a popular topic in this house, what with Glory being a virtuoso and all. Four out of five kids all spending time together, that's pretty good. You may have noticed Daisy is missing.
DAISY: I didn't want to eat with them anyway.
Okay. Are you stretching?
DAISY: I'm getting ready to kick their asses.
You would. Such a treasure, I wonder why the others failed to include her at the table-
DAISY: I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO EAT WITH THEM.
My thoughts exactly, guys. Logan, Jude, Glory, and Luca have it right - where's Luca, you ask? He's the one leaving.
LUCA: More babies? I'M OUT.
Good call. Can't fault you for that one. Especially because, ugh, let's just get to the kids. Yes, KIDS. PLURAL. Thanks again, autonomous risky woohoo. You're a pal.
Again, mutant babies for all except the first born, aged up automatically to toddlerhood, whatever, fuck my life.
We have our second blonde of the generation, Noro. Another classical music fan, she is a cultured toddler who enjoys ratatouille.
Red-haired girl, Tautou. Dim sun and indie music, a girl after my own heart.
And one more red-haired girl, Archer. She's going to be a dream, that one. Insane AND neurotic? Well, we can only go up with traits, I suppose. And to my absolute lack of surprise, she rolls the completely insane likes of grilled cheese and latin music. And the color lilac, clearly. It's ~soothing.
Archer quickly proves herself to be the hellion of this set of triplets, not like that's a surprise.
And last set's hellion, Daisy, continues to spend most of her time alone. THIS IS YOUR FUTURE, ARCHER. No, I'm kidding, you can't be as heinous as Daisy.
DAISY WHAT. This . . . has got to be some kind of misdirection.
DAISY: I'm recruiting minions! :D
LUCA, GET OVER HERE NOW.
LUCA: Sorry, busy skilling up over here.
Liar, you're watching football.
LUCA: Skilling!
Speaking of skilling, Aria and Liam got to work on the toddlers' skilling pretty quickly.
Talking! About normal things! I think we're becoming better at this teaching to talk thing.
Walking!
Potty training! Aria, ♥♥♥
No, we're definitely getting better at this triplets thing. Enough so that the teens don't actually need to do a whole lot of toddler rearing.
Which leaves them plenty of time for inappropriate conversations with their younger siblings!
LUCA: It's called the egg-beater. Now, be careful not to mix it up with the shocker, because either way, it'd be an unpleasant surprise.
GLORY: iwanttogotobednow iwanttogotobednow
Aria. Put a stop to this, I'm begging you.
ARIA: This may be an inappropriate conversation, Luca.
You think?!
Glory tried another conversation.
DAISY: Masks are essential, that way they won't be able to see what hit them, or who we are. But wait - that way they won't be able to give us credit! I have to think this over. What do you think, masks or no masks?
Somehow, I don't think Glory's on board.
Yeah, I saw that coming.
The Crescendos hired a maid, because I decided to be nice to them. They have eight children, I'd rather they focus on the children over the house. So we got Ethan Bunch. Between the peroxide hair, the fake tan, and that outfit, he clearly moonlights as a male stripper. Well, that's probably on par with the other influences in this household.
ETHAN: Dusting. Yes, dusting would be a maid-like duty.
Then do it. Thinking about cleaning and awkwardly positioning yourself right in Luca's face =/= cleaning.
The scene outside of the kids' glitchy school, where most of the people stay outside and pee themselves instead of going into the building. Oh, and there's our maid, standing in one of the puddles. It's a wonder he doesn't last very long at the house.
Well, there's a pleasant look that doesn't at all fill me with dread.
DAISY: You see nothing.
Peripheral vision, Luca, really.
. . . Kinda your own fault for not seeing her there. Though Daisy is, well, as much as I think it's wrong to call a child a bitch, Daisy kinda is.
She kind of comes from a family of assholes, though. Here's Logan sleeping, so Jude decides he MUST play computer games on the computer right by Logan's bed, and Aria and Glory decide this would be the best room to have a conversation in, naturally.
If it's any consolation, Logan, Glory doesn't know how to open a door.
LOGAN: Um, thanks?
Guys? When did we decide that Logan's bed was THE place to hang out on and around?
LIAM: This is the only view of this very interesting television program.
You have another TV. And Luca's not even watching, what's his excuse?
LUCA: Well, I'd like to have the option to watch, so I need to stay in a place with a view of the TV.
Of course you do.
Tautou remains unperturbed by the rampant asshattery surrounding her.
And Logan does at least have an adoring fan in Noro. So it's not all bad, right?
Logan, seriously, you are the best big brother.
LOGAN: When you avoid everyone in your family who can talk, it leaves you with a lot of time to spend with toddlers.
Fair enough.
DAISY: I'm bored. What to do, what to do . . .
DAISY: That was entertaining.
YOU. ARE. HEINOUS.
Not surprisingly, Glory has taken to avoiding Daisy like the plague she is.
Daisy's downstairs exercising and looking like she's really enjoying herself?
Glory's killing herself with laughter while watching TV upstairs.
Daisy's in bed upstairs? Glory is watching old romance movies downstairs.
Perhaps not the best movies for children.
GLORY: . . . I want to go upstairs now.
And here begins Glory's great friendship with Luca. Seriously, these two will flock together at every chance. (Also, Logan, DON'T GO IN THERE. She's obviously been plotting in there, so I repeat, DON'T GO IN THERE.)
I'm not really sure what Luca brings to the conversational table, to be honest.
GLORY: He's talking about fishing.
I know.
GLORY: To a young girl.
Yeah.
GLORY: Not cool.
Maybe it's his terrifying friendly smile that draws her in?
Oblivious to the dysfunction of their other children, Aria and Liam focus pretty much all of their attention on the bringing up of their other three children. I hate to break it to you guys, but no amount of toddler skilling is going to reduce the future dysfunction of these three. The others all had good toddlerhoods (well, except Jude, who is actually quite functional now - correlation?), and that did shit all.
I took pity on Glory and Jude, and sent them to the park for some nice, normal activities.
GLORY: I feel so FREE! No avoiding Daisy, no pretending to like hanging out with Luca, just free!
While they were out and about, I left Daisy at the house as a punishment for being a little brat. In hindsight, this is probably more of a punishment for those I leave her with.
Well, Luca's apparently declared his allegiance to Glory. Probably the safer bet. And on that note, Daisy gets to go out of the house!
Don't get mauled by a bear now, dear.
Sadly, nothing at all happened, and she returned home unharmed. Well, it was worth a try.
Aria is, as usual, oblivious to her children's actions, as she is on -
RANDOM COWORKER: Red pumps are just the best!
ARIA: They're great, really, but they wouldn't really go with this dre-
RANDOM COWORKER: RED PUMPS.
Well, I think he's made it quite clear that it's not and never going to be a date. Unless Aria brings her hot husband, that is.
Logan takes advantage of his mother's absence to do some illegal haxxoring.
LOGAN: There's all sorts of black market adoption sites, I just have to crack the encryption, and we'll be golden!
Hmm. An interesting idea. Let me know how the hacking works out for you, and then we'll talk.
This one's staying though. Nice, quiet, out of Daisy's everyone's way, what's not to like?
DAISY DON'T YOU DARE.
Oh good, let's bring hormones into the mix of bitchery between the girls with Daisy. Failproof plan, that.
DAISY: I hate her face.
NEXT TIME, birthdays all around! And proof that I have clearly lost my mind. Let's not get into it just yet.