A Gathering of Capps
Time to go and visit some Capps!
Where Regan shows off how smart she is by throwing the toddler outside, rather than through the ceiling.
After that, Cornwall takes over the training.
Regan: Been working hard?
Cornwall: And ready to work even harder!
Oh, and here’s disaster gay Kent, lusting over a married man.
Kent: Love knows no boundaries.
Unfortunately, his flu knows no boundaries either, go make soup.
Kent: And how am I supposed to do that with no fucking counters?
How do you feel now?
Peter: Souper.
Oh good grief. Are you sure you want him, Kent?
Kent: YES.
Martha conquers walking!
While these two...
Regan: Great, potty-training’s done, can I go back to bed yet?
When I’ve finished kicking your brother out of it.
Well done, Cornwall.
Kent: REJOICE. FOR I HAVE RETURNED.
Nanny: Great, you can let me in then.
Oops.
Makoto: I’m just gonna stand here and watch.
Regan: Same.
Kent: Please don’t.
Regan: All right, I’ll do this instead.
Cornwall: Wait, what was the safe word again?
Regan: Montys.
Cornwall: You’d think that would put us off, but nope!
Random picture of playful Martha.
Kent: THIEF! THIEF!
As if we don’t have enough to put up with, with Antonio’s daily bin shenanigans.
Kent: I can see you, you know.
Antonio: Good.
Kent: Seriously, what the fuck?
Skills, skills, all the skills.
And now it’s time for Martha’s birthday.
Kent: TOOT TOOT.
I think I really might have fixed that invisibility glitch, you guys!
Child Martha makeover. Don’t be fooled by the miserable eyebrows, she is a happy kid.
Martha: Dance party!
Martha: And that’s why birds are the best.
Ariel: Interesting theory.
Regan: I am NOT HAVING FUN.
Wow that’s too bad.
Martha’s having a great time!
She even finds a moment to heckle Hal.
Martha: Boo, you suck, go home.
And then Cornwall decided he hates his niece.
Cornwall: The fuck are those wings for? Are you a Capp or a Summerdream!?
Desdemona: Fuck OFF!
Cornwall: Take that!
Well done, you beat up a teenager. I hope you’re proud of yourself.
At least he gets on better with his nephew.
Hal: Grilled cheese! It’s so good!
Regan has started writing a book. I have already forgotten what it’s about.
Pauline: Are you OK?
Kent: No, I think my hand is broken.
Pauline: When I’m older, I wanna travel all around the world. And get away from my parents.
Kent: And that’s homework sorted forever.
Martha: I get more next week.
Kent: I meant for me.
Regan and Cornwall bring home more promotions.
Kent: Is that an aeroplane or a shooting star?
Who cares, make a wish!
It’s Free Pizza Saturday!
But I felt like sending the household out on an outing instead.
And apparently I didn’t take any pictures of it and they wound up at Gorilla Burger instead.
Perhaps my lack of screencaps is because of this annoying error that’s started popping up and preventing other Sims from showing up. It only happens on owned business lots, so I need to check and see if it happens in my genderswapped uberhood too before I go and yank all my CC.
Back home, Martha plays some chess.
And Kent maxes out Cleaning.
Not to be outdone, Martha maxes out logic.
Martha: Dear Diary. Today I established myself as a boss-ass bad bitch.
But not as bad as Desdemona, who broke in to beat up her uncle.
Bianca: Heh heh heh... that paper is gonna be mine.
Regan: Good luck doing that while I’m-
Bianca: YOINK!
Regan: FUCK YOU, MONTY BITCH!
Landlord: And that’s why ladybird houses are prohibited.
Oh for fuck's sake. Go home, Desdemona.
Desdemona: NOT UNTIL I KILL HIM!
Kent: Omg.
Martha: Daddy noooooo.
Cornwall: Wow, fighting my niece really got me in the mood.
Regan: Kinda creepy, but I’ll let it go.
Desdemona: Sleep with one eye open.
Cornwall: Gasp!
Anyway, in between all these shenanigans, Kent maxes out logic.
Kent: I deserve a reward.
Didn’t you hear? Ladybird houses are prohibited.
Kent: Apple tree then?
Kent. How do I put this? They’re prohibited because you live in an apartment. The garden is shared. You can’t put anything there.
Kent: You’ve ruined my life.
Kent: Maybe I’ll feel better if I max out another skill.
Don’t think there’s enough time, but-
Kent: Already done it. And now I want something new.
Fire away!
KENT. NO.
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