Hello everyone! It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? For once, my absence wasn’t entirely my flakiness; I needed to have surgery mid June to remove a 4.5cm teratoma from my right ovary (though we thought it was just a particularly-grumpy cyst when they put me under!). Bodies shouldn’t be allowed to get bored. It seems that since I refuse to get pregnant, my body decided to make its own freaky baby.
About a month after the surgery, I am pain-free and have four scars on my abdomen. And I’m currently visiting family in Connecticut, which means I don’t have my family trees with me. What better time to write a post?
And speaking of those freaky babies…
(Silence Serenity: TS2 BACC MONTH III.X <- Last time we were here!)
So we return to the Centowski household, where Jeffrey is demonstrating his playfulness in the bathtub.
“Arrrr, matey, I think I see demons off starboard.”
I think I forgot my ship talk from years of obsession with the Titanic. (No seriously. I was buying books about it when I was maybe nine.)
“Look, Orlando, I love you, but chili does not belong in an omelet.”
But don’t worry; Orlando’s cooking gaffe did nothing to stop ACR from spawning more brats for this household.
Outside, Lilly helps us to care for these brats with some extra cash.
And yes, her name is Lilly. I have TS2 minimized so I can check graves, names, etc. These photos are over a year old!
“Oh Sing-O-Diary, today in the bathroom sea, I saw a sight to make my face green…”
While Andy watches the piano lady pass out — is it just me who sees that in this photo? — Jeffrey is stuck cleaning up the bed.
Just kidding. He has 9 neat points. He loves doing this stuff.
(Personalities, since these two are still alive in the neighborhood today!
Andy: 8/3/2/10/9
Jeffrey: 9/3/9/10/1)
But enough fun and games. Teach your brother the ways of homework, Andy!
After all, your mother is too busy confirming that the dog is, in fact, the dog. Which took her all day.
“Look Dad, I got an A! A for Andy!”
“Yay, Jeffrey, you know the alphabet!”
You have to wonder how bad Sim sex education is that they are always surprised by this.
So I then send her to fix the broken stereo, because that’s the type of Sim player I am.
Dammit, freak, get out of our house!
“Kid, we’d love to invite you to… Dear god… When did you last bathe?”
“Silly man. Baths are for pirates. Besides, I’m that dedicated to top scores.”
“Seriously, why is this woman still here?”
We really should have read the fine print for getting a free old woman with Lilly.
Oh. Well that explains it.
“Look woman, the time has long passed to snag Orlando. He’s my husband now.”
“Sure, sure, but the doctor says I’m as healthy as a horse. I can wait.”
“Listen, if you touch him, I’ll make even the first row of a vision test impossible for you to read, got it?”
Meanwhile, Lilly continues to support the family.
“Someone has to.”
“You there! How dare you, my husband, barge into the bathroom when I’m naked!”
Yeah, they still do this. Seriously, you’re pregnant with your third child, Julia. Surely you can be less of a prude.
But then Orlando appears to be learning how to start fires, so maybe she’s just letting out rage over that.
But enough of this family…
It’s time for Margaret Baguet’s family, where Jason went outside to put a bouquet beside the mailbox. You probably could have just given it to Margaret, Jason. You live together.
Crossword puzzles take freakin’ forever to build a Sim’s logic.
But as always in this family, it’s skilling time. Or in Jason’s case, “please the Fortune Sim” time.
Then the roles change — Jason has skilling time, while Margaret has aspiration-fulfillment time. Thrilling!
Margaret’s shop is easily the best one of the neighborhood; robots sell for a nice price, and being a Knowledge Sim means she will happily build robots while gaining aspiration boosts.
Wow that’s a bad photo. But anyway, the shop is still pretty cramped inside, but that just means Jack can fulfill his stalking.
In fact, the shop might be doing a bit TOO well.
“Hmmm, no burglar alarm…”
“Yes, yes, please, I’ll take a robot! Any robot! Even a broken one!”
“A-Are you okay, Jack?”
“Waaaaah my life is hell! Everyone can tell! I’m fat and ugly and haven’t seen a skill point in weeks!”
“So will this be cash or check?”
Poor Jack needs some therapy, and not just retail therapy.
“So what do you think lives in the lake? Loch Ness?”
“Hmmm, it’s possible. But I’m betting it’s a plesiosaur.”
To spite Jack’s nervous breakdown and Amin Sims stalking everyone, Margaret is making good money on her robots. And she’s a very good little Sim, working away with that yellow plumbob.
Not that she doesn’t have her moments.
“Please! You’ve had me here day and night!”
She’s not lying though — while Jason pursues a masterpiece, I have Margaret working and working and working…
… Because Servos take FOREVER.
Okay, I’ve been playing TS2 practically since it came out, and yet I’ve never had a Servo! So this is legit exciting for me.
Oh man oh man. Initialize!
And here’s Maxima! Who is male, because I just don’t like the look of female Servos. But because his name ends in -a, I keep thinking he’s a she, because my Spanish language “skills” kick in and go “Ending in -a? Hark, a feminine word!”
And then Maxima rejected an Admire. But oh god, the noises the Servos make are so cute!
“Stupid freakin’ wolf, ruining our yard!”
Being a Knowledge Servo, I set Maxima to boosting his skills for aspiration points.
In the mean time, ACR forces these two to actually pay attention to each other.
But it’s me who makes them marry. They clearly don’t plan to roll the Want, even on dates, so screw it. They get a private wedding.
Don’t be fooled; they’re both happy about it. Family just isn’t their thing.
Though you’d think the Servo would pay attention.
“TV is way more interesting.”
“Did I hear the word ‘wedding’?”
Uh-oh. Annoyed mother alert!
“Oh, hello, Margaret! Fancy seeing you!”
“This is my house, mother.”
“Oh my, is that a wedding band on your finger? Fancy that!”
“Oh gee, look at the time, I need to get to the business.”
So I have Maxima come along to learn the business, since Servos are forever.
Unfortunately, Maxima prefers to compliment the customers over selling them things.
Not wanting to be outdone, Margaret swoons over Maxima. You just got married, Margaret!
“Somewhere out there, maybe I can see Bigfoot…”
“Margaret, how does this pen work?”
Oh fine, you get one flirt, since you’re rolling it. Need to get your aspirations up somehow.
Meanwhile, back at home…
“So did you escape from a nursing home? I need some handcuffs.”
Once home, Maxima cannot escape the senile mother, who proceeds to confuse him by beating her chest.
What was Jason during all of this? Finishing a masterpiece and getting much-needed aspiration points, of course!
“I cannot believe he called that a masterpiece. Hmm, no, no that won’t make a good speech…”
Good art or not, that platinum mood scored Jason a promotion! Hooray!
We finally have enough money for a fabulous zebra expansion. And with these additions, we can join the Gamer career, though I’m not sure if I had Margaret do that.
Have I mentioned the creepy stalkers who call Margaret or barge into her house? Get out of here, Neil.
“But… She tamed another gang member!”
OUT.
Margaret has better things to do, anyway.
Not to fear, though — Maxima can deal with stalkers.
Don’t you want to come in, Meadow?
“Nope, just want to walk one of our five hundred dogs.”
I suppose Maxima is kind of busy anyway.
“Oh Maxima, I just love you!”
“Beep, please do not touch. You will smudge the metal.”
“Oh my gosh, is that for me?!”
Meanwhile, outside…
“I JUST WANTED LOGIC POINTS FOR A PROMOTION!”
“Oh my gosh, stalker, my husband was abducted! How exciting!”
Speaking of aliens and abductions… Look how lovely the Cable household is coming along!
Finally, we have room for the alien twins.
Downstairs, a beautiful kitchen, complete with dog pee.
And upstairs, me being stupid! Sorry, Jack.
“Dear god, what did I move into?! Pee on the floor, smelly food dishes, a cat sleeping on the counter…”
Yep. Sorry, Nedry.
We upgraded the bathroom too — still the same crappy tub, but at least the toilet and sink match the nicer tiles.
“Hell. You moved me straight into hell.”
“Why, Jack?! Why did you do this to me?!”
“It was that or die.”
“If I can’t have food, I’ll eat you!”
“Please… Spare me…”
“Hello, social worker? Can I volunteer children for adoption? No?!”
Finally. FINALLY.
FINALLY.
The days of terror are over. Plasmosis and Endometriosis have grown up, and by some insanity, grown up well.
Poor Endo gets introduced to childhood by none other than Thalia. Or is that Boots or whoever the second cat was? I have no clue.
“So do you think we could get a genie to watch the kids?”
“I don’t think so, Nedry. I think you need a wizard for that.”
“Oh come on, Jack, you just need a crystal ball from the matchmaker. It could work!”
“I can’t believe he didn’t fall for that.”
And this is where we will leave off, because it’s 1AM and I’m turning into sludge. Find out next time: will Nedry find a way out of this madness? Will Jack ever have happiness again? What the heck is happening at the original Baguet house? Stay tuned!
Into the Sims 