The Greens v2.0 - Generation 8.1
Previously: Gus and Vera moved out, Rosie moved back in, Helen and Harper joined the family, Rosie got started on her LTW and baby Foster was born, officially ringing in Gen 8. The simgod then got distracted by life again and only recently managed to find both the time and the motivation to actually play. Which leads to a warning that some, if not all, updates this gen may seem shorter and more compressed than usual, as I'm trying to find a less stressful balance between playing and documenting the game. That said, welcome to the next generation.
We begin this update with Rosie out on the town.
She will be at this for hours, as the simgod permits.
Unfortunately, there weren't any new chicks around quite yet, so...
Off to...be stalked...around other clubs? Um. Hi, Mills.
Countess: ZOMG I know your great-grandfather!
Rosie: That is not creepy at all!
Rosie: What is creepy, however, is that one of my many one-time deals is still stalking me.
Usually, my sims who want to sing karaoke are crap. Rosie, thankfully, had a decent voice!
And also picked up a chick, who had to be taken back to Crypt O' for a bit of photoboothing.
After which she proceeded to seduce the elderly founder of my other legacy.
Back home, we meet Clive, the next puppy daddy.
Since marrying Helen, Stele has been much happier and more useful.
Birthday for Foster! Who gets to stay bald for a bit because I think it's cute on him.
Foster: Everything's cute on me, bitches! :D
Foster: Except poo. Poo is not cute. So potty training time, it is!
Underwear dancing is obviously more important than toddler.
As is making out, which is pretty much all any of the adults around her do anymore.
Well, all of the adults aside from Sutherland.
Sutherland: I DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' MAKEOUTS, I GOTS ME MAH ALKEEHOL.
...alkeehol which evidentally makes him even more suicidal than usual.
Sutherland: lolololol You will never believe what our neighbors are doing RIGHT NOW.
Sutherland: *drinks moar*
Unlike pat generations, Foster's problem is that he is cared for too much.
Mike: Now, Foster, can you say "Grandmother is going to murder the family's new canine for urinating on her leg"?
Foster: But he's pointing it at the couch.
Clive: I love these people. :]
I don't show the animals enough but, suffice it to say, they are greatly loved.
When not pissing on people.
Rosie: Oogaboogaboo! :D
Foster: I'm not sure if it's hilarious or terrifying how you've contorted your suddenly pregnant self to talk to me!
Rosie: These PJs will make me look less pregnant for my next conquest.
Oh hey! Secret society chick is a lesbian!
I'm not sure Roach and Roy would be too happy to know how their bed was being used tonight but...
Mouse: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING A GOOD WITCH.
...I was just as surprised by this as Harper appears to be.
I love how they'll clean in the same room and just stand around and be cute at each other after.
SUTHERLAND. THAT IS NOT THE PROPER USE OF TS3.
Sutherland: HOHSHIT, I'VE BEEN CAUGHT. CLOSE CLOSE CLOSE CLOSE.
After that, I suddenly noticed that Craven had disappeared from the sidebar.
NOOOOO. NOT MY MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP! D:
This made me so sad.
Hi, Stele. Thanks for being awesome. It makes me feel a little better. :[
Harper: So, Stele. Could you maybe go play on a different computer so my wife and I can attempt some tremendously pregnant sex?
Stele: ... *saves legacy and runs for his life*
It's kind of amazing to me that it's the night before his birthday and this is the first time Foster's ever not slept in his crib.
Foster: Holy shit! I got bigger!
And, in the simgod's humble opinion, even more adorable.
Meanwhile...
Rosie: Um. Hello?
HELLO! Meet Ridley. Little girl, black hair, Dave's skin, Harper's eyes.
Sutherland: Ah, taking care of my great-great-grandchildren. Both a joy and a good bid for attention.
Sutherland: Oh, Harper! Just wanted to say! You make lovely children! It isn't even spewing green fumes!
Harper: ...why do we trust the vampire with our children, exactly?
I feel so bad. Stele and Helen keep autonomously trying for babies but can't have any. :/
However, they're very good about spoiling Rosie's kids instead.
And now for adventures in old, married, man dating.
Am I the only one who thinks this could be dangerous?
And then the rest of the date was spent like this.
Because much like the younger couples, these two can't go an hour together without jumping each other's bones.
Clive: Hey, kid! I wanna play!
Foster: Holy shit! Did the dog just talk to me? I think maybe I been blowin' too many bubbles.
And because I love drummers...
Rosie just had to make me love her even more.
I ♥ your face, girl. I ♥ your face.
BUT AT THAT VERY MOMENT!
Stele: ... *wonders why he's been left alone with the woman in labor*
And so I will leave you with the third addition to the family: Fisher.
Harpers skin.
Harper's eyes.
And Harper's RED HAIR. :D
Next time: So many things happen. So many things.
P.S. For those who may be interested but don't actually watch the journal, a spares update with Brubaker (eldest of Gen 7) and his lovely wife, Tallulah, has been posted here.