Maxis_taste Dare 010: Formal event
Have I mentioned how much I enjoy makeovers? *laughs at the collective eyeroll*
Yeah, I digs me some makeovers. For maxis_taste dare 010 we go back to my Alterna-Strangetown (that's the one with only maxis sims--so all the binners are moved in).
Of course, a bitty little story began to emerge while I was doing this. . .
"Mmm, that really hit the spot." Matthew stretched and shook out his arms, enjoying the lingering feel of his wife's shoulder massage.
"Good. Now that your relaxed, go get dressed."
Matthew let out an exaggerated sigh and, head hung, shuffled off to the bathroom. Jessica laughed as she followed him.
Despite his dramatic sighs, Matthew was excited. Excited and nervous. He'd finally been invited to an officer's ball (despite not technically being an officer). He'd caught the eye of some very important folks and this was his chance to impress them even further.
"Are you sure this looks. . ."
Jessica was even more nervous than he was. She hadn't been this dressed up since their wedding day.
"You. . .," Matthew took her hand and kissed it loudly, ". . .look. . .MAH-velous!"
She giggled and squirmed.
"Someone forgot to shave."
"SHIT! I'll have to take this all off so I don't get. . ."
"Pishaw," Jessica waved her hand. "You go check on Sara and I'll get a towel."
Matthew gave her a quizzical look.
"To use as a bib," she sighed. "Now move soldier."
Matthew saluted then did as he was told.
"You be a good girl for the sitter," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her ear.
If things went well, Matthew might get a promotion. With the bump in pay they could finally afford a new house. Sara wasn't getting any younger. Soon she'd need her own room. And Jessica had been talking about wanting another child. Matthew would never say it aloud for fear it would sound bad, but he hoped for a son.
"Hustle your bustle," Jessica chided, slapping him on the rear. "You can't keep these people waiting."
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". . .oh, sing me a sad song to make me cry. . ."
"Pleeb. . ."
"Enough." General Buzz Grunt only needed to say one word for his sons to come to attention.
"Standard procedure, gentlemen. Homework and dinner BEFORE television. Ripp, you're on KP. . ."
"AGAIN! I did it last night and. . ."
"And you're still working off that little visit you had with the principal last week."
Ripp sighed as Buzz continued his speech.
"Buck, I want to see two FULL paragraphs when I get home."
It was Buck's turn to sigh. He'd made the fatal mistake of mentioning the upcoming essay contest, "What Strangetown Means to Me". Buzz wasn't about to let one of his sons miss an opportunity to better themselves.
"Tank will help you," Buzz turned to his eldest son, who nodded in agreement. As the eldest, Tank had learned long ago it was easiest to just agree with the old man. It was a lesson his younger siblings were slow at learning. They just loved to sigh. And argue.
"I left some cash on the kitchen counter. It's enough for either pizza OR chinese food. NOT both." All three boys perked up at the mention of fast food. It was one of the perks of their father being out for the evening.
"Tank," Buzz turned to his eldest again. "You're in charge. The contact information is next to the cash."
"Got it, pop." Tank couldn't help smiling. He knew it irked Ripp that he, the eldest, had their father figured out while Ripp, the goofball, would always struggle.
The General pulled his collar up against the cool night and smiled. It was a good night for a party.
Inside, his sons waited until they heard the car pull away.
"SO, do either of you have any allowance left?" Tank smirked at Ripp, knowing that the goofball's latest getup had set him back more than one week's wages.
"I do," Buck offered.
"You go in with me and we'll get BOTH pizza and chinese."
"YES!" Buck lept onto the sofa and started to bounce, another perk of his father not being home.
"Hey," Ripp whined, "what about me?"
"What about you?" Tank mimed.
Tank got up and grabbed Buck, depositing him on the floor.
"Go get your money."
"Well?," Ripp repeated.
"Well what?"
"You going to let your bro starve?"
Tank laughed.
"What? You can't eat that goofy ass outfit?"
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While doing these makeovers, I noticed I had a new family in the bin. The Traveller's from Bon Voyage. So to counter act the dull formality of the officer's ball. . .
"Whaddya think?"
From the look on Trent's face, Trisha had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. She just hoped he would censor himself a little, for Tina's sake.
Trent gave her another once over, adding a low growl.
"Cleopatra has nothing on you."
"You got that right," Trisha laughed. "You're looking sharp yourself."
"Is it time to leave yet?" Tina was used to her parent's banter. She wasn't used to having to wait, though. She loved parties and had been looking forward to this one for quite some time. It would be one more fabulous story she could use to wow her new classmates. She loved being the new student, getting to give her introductory speech. She hoped the kids were as easily to impress as those at her last school.
(This pic is just for my amusement. I really HATED the outfits the Traveller clan had. I think they got the worst outfits of any binners.)
Ok, Tina's outfit wasn't bad (I didn't change it). But her parents had to get out of those backpacks (and the sunglasses--geeze, I know they were new with Bon Voyage but you don't have to ram them down our throats by putting them on EVERY family member).
I also realized there are a few families I haven't made over yet and I'm not sure what to do with them.
Like Cyde Roseland here. He's just resisting change for some reason. (yeah, I just wanted to show off his dog family--the puppies are--left to right--Coco, Randy, and Blanca)
Yeah, I digs me some makeovers. For maxis_taste dare 010 we go back to my Alterna-Strangetown (that's the one with only maxis sims--so all the binners are moved in).
Of course, a bitty little story began to emerge while I was doing this. . .
"Mmm, that really hit the spot." Matthew stretched and shook out his arms, enjoying the lingering feel of his wife's shoulder massage.
"Good. Now that your relaxed, go get dressed."
Matthew let out an exaggerated sigh and, head hung, shuffled off to the bathroom. Jessica laughed as she followed him.
Despite his dramatic sighs, Matthew was excited. Excited and nervous. He'd finally been invited to an officer's ball (despite not technically being an officer). He'd caught the eye of some very important folks and this was his chance to impress them even further.
"Are you sure this looks. . ."
Jessica was even more nervous than he was. She hadn't been this dressed up since their wedding day.
"You. . .," Matthew took her hand and kissed it loudly, ". . .look. . .MAH-velous!"
She giggled and squirmed.
"Someone forgot to shave."
"SHIT! I'll have to take this all off so I don't get. . ."
"Pishaw," Jessica waved her hand. "You go check on Sara and I'll get a towel."
Matthew gave her a quizzical look.
"To use as a bib," she sighed. "Now move soldier."
Matthew saluted then did as he was told.
"You be a good girl for the sitter," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her ear.
If things went well, Matthew might get a promotion. With the bump in pay they could finally afford a new house. Sara wasn't getting any younger. Soon she'd need her own room. And Jessica had been talking about wanting another child. Matthew would never say it aloud for fear it would sound bad, but he hoped for a son.
"Hustle your bustle," Jessica chided, slapping him on the rear. "You can't keep these people waiting."
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". . .oh, sing me a sad song to make me cry. . ."
"Pleeb. . ."
"Enough." General Buzz Grunt only needed to say one word for his sons to come to attention.
"Standard procedure, gentlemen. Homework and dinner BEFORE television. Ripp, you're on KP. . ."
"AGAIN! I did it last night and. . ."
"And you're still working off that little visit you had with the principal last week."
Ripp sighed as Buzz continued his speech.
"Buck, I want to see two FULL paragraphs when I get home."
It was Buck's turn to sigh. He'd made the fatal mistake of mentioning the upcoming essay contest, "What Strangetown Means to Me". Buzz wasn't about to let one of his sons miss an opportunity to better themselves.
"Tank will help you," Buzz turned to his eldest son, who nodded in agreement. As the eldest, Tank had learned long ago it was easiest to just agree with the old man. It was a lesson his younger siblings were slow at learning. They just loved to sigh. And argue.
"I left some cash on the kitchen counter. It's enough for either pizza OR chinese food. NOT both." All three boys perked up at the mention of fast food. It was one of the perks of their father being out for the evening.
"Tank," Buzz turned to his eldest again. "You're in charge. The contact information is next to the cash."
"Got it, pop." Tank couldn't help smiling. He knew it irked Ripp that he, the eldest, had their father figured out while Ripp, the goofball, would always struggle.
The General pulled his collar up against the cool night and smiled. It was a good night for a party.
Inside, his sons waited until they heard the car pull away.
"SO, do either of you have any allowance left?" Tank smirked at Ripp, knowing that the goofball's latest getup had set him back more than one week's wages.
"I do," Buck offered.
"You go in with me and we'll get BOTH pizza and chinese."
"YES!" Buck lept onto the sofa and started to bounce, another perk of his father not being home.
"Hey," Ripp whined, "what about me?"
"What about you?" Tank mimed.
Tank got up and grabbed Buck, depositing him on the floor.
"Go get your money."
"Well?," Ripp repeated.
"Well what?"
"You going to let your bro starve?"
Tank laughed.
"What? You can't eat that goofy ass outfit?"
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While doing these makeovers, I noticed I had a new family in the bin. The Traveller's from Bon Voyage. So to counter act the dull formality of the officer's ball. . .
"Whaddya think?"
From the look on Trent's face, Trisha had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. She just hoped he would censor himself a little, for Tina's sake.
Trent gave her another once over, adding a low growl.
"Cleopatra has nothing on you."
"You got that right," Trisha laughed. "You're looking sharp yourself."
"Is it time to leave yet?" Tina was used to her parent's banter. She wasn't used to having to wait, though. She loved parties and had been looking forward to this one for quite some time. It would be one more fabulous story she could use to wow her new classmates. She loved being the new student, getting to give her introductory speech. She hoped the kids were as easily to impress as those at her last school.
(This pic is just for my amusement. I really HATED the outfits the Traveller clan had. I think they got the worst outfits of any binners.)
Ok, Tina's outfit wasn't bad (I didn't change it). But her parents had to get out of those backpacks (and the sunglasses--geeze, I know they were new with Bon Voyage but you don't have to ram them down our throats by putting them on EVERY family member).
I also realized there are a few families I haven't made over yet and I'm not sure what to do with them.
Like Cyde Roseland here. He's just resisting change for some reason. (yeah, I just wanted to show off his dog family--the puppies are--left to right--Coco, Randy, and Blanca)