The Tricou Teens
And now it’s time for the final family.
OK, so technically they not a playable household. Took some cheating to make them playable and move them into The House Of Fallen Trees, but I’ve never tried resurrecting the other Tricous and I wanted to get to know Jon Smith’s secret children before I sent them to university. First impressions weren’t great, every single one of them had ‘50 1st Dates/Dream Dates’ as a LTW, so that all got rerolled because NO.
Anyway, my headcanon for this is, all their mothers died and they found out they all have the same father, so they all agreed to run away and hide out in the house to try and find out more about that side of their family.
The only problem is, I’ve just this very second discovered that while they’re all related to each other just fine, they don’t seem to be related to Jon any more. Oops. That something for me to fix in SimPE later then.
Swan: This seems like a perfectly normal house for a perfectly normal family and our father definitely didn’t have any weird secrets.
Other than you guys?
Swan: We’re not weird.
I’ll be the judge of that.
I guess pillow fights aren’t the weirdest thing this game has to offer.
Swan wanted to get into private school, and they had about a dozen fish now from showing up on community lots and summer camp, so I let her invite him over.
Headmaster: Hello! I’ve always wanted to visit Scooby-Doo’s house!
Swan: Hahahaha very funny joke. It was funny when I heard it on Doctor Who too but it’s soooooo much funnier coming from you please accept us into your wonderful school.
Wow, this house really does get creepier at night.
I’d say Loren was being sensible doing his homework outside, but that’s where all the graves are.
This is much much worse though!
Patrick: Just ignore them. That’s what we’re doing.
Swan very sensibly decided not to show the coffins to the headmaster, and the gang got into private school.
And then she got into a coffin.
Swan: It’s not like it’s been used.
Orion: As far as we know.
There are only two comfy coffins to sleep in though, so Orion heads to the piano rather than use one of the crappy old mattresses upstairs.
And Loren dicks around on the Humble computer while I admire the crappy wallpaper. Ngl, I love the shabby, run down makeover I gave this place.
Fricorith: I have some objections. Six of them, to be exact.
There’s no time to listen to Fricorith’s whining though, because it’s off to summer camp again! The summer camp for teens. So why are you two here?
Oberon: Magic.
I’d had a few problems with this lot in the past, sims only being able to use tents autonomously, not being able to save unless I put a hotel door on one of the cabins, that sort of thing. I finally realised the problem was that I hadn’t put a phone booth on the lot. And once I did...
All the tourists showed up.
I couldn’t get rid of them. The Visitor Controller let me ban locals with no problems, but there was no way to ban tourists. I banned all ages besides teen. I banned them individually and then used move objects to delete them. They just kept coming back. In the end, I had to fence off the entire lot to keep them out and so they just stood there on the pavement, complaining that they couldn’t get in.
Swan: *IGNORE IGNORE IGNORE*
I didn’t take many pictures, the Goth’s three vacations kinda burned me out, but I did get a shot of most of the teens playing kicky bag before it was time to go home.
Hi Fricorith.
Fricorith: Meh.
Backrubs in your underwear from your new bro? Not weird at all!
Fucking Loren here had stupid “buy phone” “buy mp3 player” “ask a sim on a date” wants allllllll through their vacation and wound up in the red because of it. Now they’re home? He rolls this.
Loren: Pretty please?
No. Go take a stupid picture instead.
Patrick: Ow! What the hell!? That hurt!
I made them play chess instead. Much safer.
Orion had also been rolling stupid wants, so when his persistent desire for a date began to annoy me, I hired the matchmaker because they’re too poor for the crystal ball.
Orion: I’d like to buy ~true love~
ETA: I CAN’T BELIEVE I DIDN’T USE THIS REACTION IMAGE FOR THIS!
For $3, you’ll be lucky if she doesn’t throw up in your face.
Matchmaker: I hate the poor ones.
Please, like you’re any better with the rich ones.
Nellie: One day I too would like to be promoted to playable and spend actual money on things.
You cost $3.
Nellie: Make me playable. You’ll see how much I’m really worth.
Loren: I would like a $3 date too, thank you.
Loren: ALIENS.
Hi
Gvaudoin!
Gvaudoin: Babies.
You’re a Fortune sim.
Gvaudoin: BABIES.
Saturday rolled around, so I decided to split the gang into pairs and send them out for a little sibling bonding. First up, Kestrel and Patrick, who went to Bumblebee Square to eat ice cream.
Next up, Swan and Loren. They both have sports as a OTH, so they just hung out in the park all afternoon and played football.
Brandi provided some background music but Patrizio was the only one who appreciated it.
Orion and Tiave were supposed to be the final pair, but Tiave was asleep, so Orion played with a passing cat instead.
Orion: SIMBAAAAA.
Eventually Tiave did crawl out of bed, so I sent them out to play poker.
Double ghost sighting tonight!
In retrospect, sending Patrick out to stargaze might not have been my smartest move, but there’s literally no other way for him to increase science enthusiasm in this house.
Gvaudoin: BOO.
Patrick: AHHH science++
Fricorith: BOO.
Patrick: OK I think I’ve had enough science now.
Patrick: ...Shit.
Luckily for him, Loren was still awake.
Loren: PLEEEEEEEASE don’t take my brother away, I’m begging you, we’ve only just found each other! We never knew our father! WE NEVER KNEW OUR FAAAAATHER!
Grim: Jeez OK kid, calm down.
Grim: All you have to do is save your brother’s immortal soul. No biggie.
Loren: Uhhhhhhhh.
Loren: YES! In your face, Grim! IN YOUR FACE!
Grim: Ugh, fine, you can have him back, but I’m not cleaning him up.
Patrick: You just saved my life! Gimmee a hug!
Loren: Ew, NO. You smell like death!
Gvaudoin: Next time, we’ll get ‘em in there... permanently.
After that eventful night, they ran out of food, so I sent these three out shopping and pampering.
Kestrel: Remember when we went on vacation? Good times.
I finally fixed the family tree, but they’re all very sad about it.
Patrick: He was a deadbeat, but he was our deadbeat.
And we round off the week with Kestrel giving me evils.
Kestrel: Kill Orion.
Ahaha! No.
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