Welcome back to my TS2 BACC, a challenge where we make everything as complicated as possible, including my posts recording it. This post will focus on the Baguet families during their twelfth rotation. Hopefully I’ll be able to cram all of them in here, considering they’ve taken over the town and all.

Last Time took three posts to get through, but several Sims moved out, several Sims popped out, and the love triangles turned into what is best described as a “love clusterfuck”. Let’s continue on in the madness of Hillsdale, shall we?

We’re starting off with the London-Baguets, where much fun is being had by all.

Sure, her bowl has fused with her face, but at least it’s not rotten soup!

You’d think someone who had just nearly drowned in soup would be a bit less spry, but nope, not Jessica. Up she bounds, floating up the stairs!

Possibly to puke, judging by her face. Most people don’t float like faeries when they need to puke but meh, this is my Sim game we’re talking about.

The London-Baguet house is a neverending construction zone — honestly so is my house, that I closed on August last year and thus will be the latest excuse I disappeared for like a year. Always got to have a reason ready!

At any rate, apparently shattering her jaw on a soup bowl makes her platinum. Different folks I guess.

She shatters Randy’s ears in return. OR is she just showing him belly dancing?

“Check out what I can do!”
“Augh, my eyes!”

Erm, apparently I didn’t bother with a birth photo. Well the baby is Paul, and apparently, already neglected in favour of Jessica’s narcissism.

“You can say Mommy’s name, can’t you, precious?”

But hey, we did manage to toilet train her!

Which, good enough, one helpless mouth to feed is enough for Sims.

“Whao, I have hands!”
“Yeah, but can you dislocate your hand from your wrist like I can?”

Way to ruin the moment, Jessica.

Miranda has a lot of Randy in her, which somehow manages to improve the profile of this family.

This was her reaction to the cute haircut.

Thanks, kid, way to be grateful.

Parents, please pick up the child before a social worker does, thank you.

But instead, Jessica accosts her sister.

“Mary Annnnie! Did you think you could just walk by?”
“I mean, I hoped.”

Ah, Randy. I thought this was a pic of their second son at first and was all confused as to how the photos were so out of order until I added it. Way to be a kid.

“Can’t hear you, under water!”

“Good dog, Jackson, you didn’t eat the baby!”

Instead, judging by the bottles, she fed him. Smart dog!

Okay, look, I’m glad you two still get along so well, but your child is STILL on the floor in the kitchen.

“Teehee, WooHoo tickles!”

Brilliant, Jessica. That’ll help.

At least the kid is happy.

“Weee, it’s snowing diamonds!”

Ah, so we kept him on the floor his whole infancy! Great.

Paul is a 7/4/4/7/8. Man these kids are coming out bizarrely sane.

So we fed him to the wolves.

“Um, help, the bathtub is in the way of my bath!”

I know how Jessica feels.

Ah, a match made in heaven!

“Look at my weird dislocated hula!”
“Ahoy, matey!”

Unsurprisingly, we invite all of the weirdos here. Also unsurprisingly, most of them are family.

“Shouldn’t we be concerned about Paul staring into the distance, Randy?”
“Meh, even the wolves didn’t want him so…”

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Miranda ignores her one active point a lot. It’s hard to be playful when you’re sitting still, I guess.

That and standing still while a dog does all the work is pretty lazy play.

Apparently the only skill worth photographing in this family is potty training. Jessica, don’t look too thrilled.

Oh good, the strays are participating in their regular brawl!

“MREEEOWR! THAT WAS MY EAR!”

“No wonder they’re fighting. What happened to this bowl?”

You know, after buying a house, that bowl doesn’t even look that gross. You don’t want to know the shit I’ve seen.

I’m getting a bit of deja vu, here.

This is a new one, though.

“Mom, I’ll give you some operatic encouragement! PUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!”“
“Oh shut up, Miranda!”

Meet Jared. He’s still a baby in the game (yes, we’re caught up!)

Also who the fuck decorates with a propeller. Where did they even find that?

“Oh. I feel a disturbance in the force.”

“Hrrr, that’s right, Paul, grow up like a man!“
“Daddy, I can see that you have like, no pecs.”

Paul is actually a pretty cute kid! He’s mostly a Randy clone, but I see a bit of mom in there.

And of course, the dragon outfit. He’s got 7 playful after all.

And now onto the original Baguets, where Marylene (whose name I had to look up, god it’s been too long since I played this game) is leaving us some nifty date rewards — a hot tub and a gravestone! Nifty!

Dammit, Marylena, you forgot to take the grumpy ghost with you!

“I’m flabby with ectoplasm and I don’t like it!”

Work out more next time then, Terry.

The living Sims are no more thrilled. Girl, you could just clean the table.

But no, why do that, when you can go outside and look for the rarest bird of them all — the cardinal.

Ahh, business at the pottery is always so lively.

“Waaaaaaaaa he slapped me!”
“And I’ll do it again, Kaylene! She has wronged me!”

Damn, I didn’t know that townie was a freakin’ weather goddess!

“Shaka bra, Kaylene! Oh, hey, honey, looks like you’re getting zapped there.”

It was all too much for Kaylene, and she developed a horrible dependency on off-brand instant meals.

“HRRROGGGLBBDUBBBLLE IT’S ALL TOO MUCH”

Well then you probably don’t want to see what’s happening at home.

“Oh hi, Allyn! Smited my brother again, did you?”
“Yes, and I will gladly smite you as well if you don’t go away.”

“Hey there, Allyn, here you’re a lightning goddess. You’re sure lighting up my life right now!”

“Hahaha, Ricky, you grow up utterly goofy! Good luck ever getting in a family!”

“Augh, why did you make fun of a townie, Kaylene?! The gangs know magic now!”

And they aged up into equally hideous hair and clothing options! Well done!

“Man, I can’t believe this. I was a punk rocker, now I’m some bingo regular!”

“I can’t look, otherwise the statue might punish me for my vanity.”

And there we go, back to looking like a sensible senior. 

“No fair! Where’s my makeover?!”

You came out less scathed than him, and less scathed than the salmon that you’re about to send onto the floor.

“Um, excuse me, you’re in the way of me eating that delicious salmon!”
“Did we even invite you?”
“Not important!”

“Um, hello, your boring airplane story is keeping me from the delicious salmon!”

And why are you in your bathing suit, Allyn?

Typical. I give you a makeover, and you don’t appreciate it.

“Look at my eyeshadow! I look like a tramp!”

Eh, whatever.

Where is Kathren during all of this? Stuck at the pottery wheel, of course!

“This is child abuse!”

Carry on!

You don’t want to be upstairs right now anyway.

Er, and then things got weird? What’s going on here?

“We’re doing the YMCA!”

Well your Y needs work, Andrew.

“Well, at least my grades are still good. Maybe someday I can escape this place.”

Not if you’re the heir.

Not that I blame her for wanting to escape, what with her mother joining a pack of dogs.

“Forget this place, human, let’s flee to the woods!”

Oh, hey, you’re still alive.

“And I’m fat!”

Well that’s not my fault.

“Whoa, I grew up into a model!”

With quite the caboose, yes. And your outfit would match if it weren’t for your hat, which is honestly impressive.

“Andrew! My god!”
“What? I just want to add you to my co– um, say hello!”

“Pssst, so did you really deep fry that guy?”
“Well yeah, I’m in the Garden Club. We’re basically gods.”

The hell-ass is with this family and their interpretive dance.

“Prissy pose, Kathren, prissy pose!”

Freakin’ Pleasure Sims and their freakin’ piddly wants.

And there Iris is with her new hair and fixed eyes! Alien eyes look a lot better on the weird faces, and at least she isn’t begrudging her hat-free makeover.

Well, not begrudging it to me, anyway.

“Look, sis, there’s no way you can be as fabulous as me!”

Iris is a Popularity Sim, so I wouldn’t be so sure on that.

“Um, you look kind of like me.”

“Well yeah, I’m your Uncle. Need some acne cream?”

What’s even going on here?

“Cleo, no, no, let go of Greg’s leg!”
“GRRRRR YOU DON’T SCARE ME.”

So we added another dog to the mix. Meet Lulu.

Okay, Cleo, look, Lulu just got here, let’s calm down on the terrifying her.

Poor Greg’s leg will never be the same again.

Ah, and Iris is planning her first heist. How cute!

“Plllllease, I really need to pee!”
“Ugh, why did Mom have to birth me into this family.”

“Screw it, I’m going out with Noah.”

I thought your sister was planning the heist?

So naturally, off we go to the family restaurant, where we employ a collection of idiots.

“Gosh, no matter how much we mop, more water keeps showing up!”

“Oh Noah, forget the restaurant, let’s just dance right next to the car!”

Freakin’ Sims. This is a restaurant, jackass, they don’t have bags of Cheetos! Or customers, apparently.

“Oh Kathren, my cousin god-knows-how-many-times-removed, I think I might love you!”

Er, you’re looking good. Glasses really suit the charcoal on your face.

“Shut up.”

Oh good, they have a chaperone.

“It’s so nice to see young people out having fun. Back in my day we only had trees to climb…”

“So um, should we be concerned that his water smells like sewage?”
“I don’t know, it’s your family’s restaurant.”

Well at least one of the sinks somewhere is working.

“AUGH KATHREN RIGHT THROUGH LINDSAY!”
“Youf thin youf haf proflefs, m stuf in fer fest!”
“Um, guys, personal space, and maybe no fatal internal injuries.”

Well never mind Lindsay’s organ trauma, the kissing cousins are going steady! Aw.

“Awww, how lovely! Andrew’s love note from Allyn!”

Or I assume it’s Allyn, who knows.

“AUGH THE HORNETS, AUGH!”

Okay yeah, it was probably Allyn.

“Hmm, is that mom screaming out there? Oh well, veggie juice awaits!”

Look, don’t turn into a Plant Sim, okay? Just maintain the garden…

So as I recall Sims can get alien pregnant from this thing, though if I recall correctly it requires them to be abducted prior. Let’s find out, Andrew!

Er, or not.

“Ugh, dry heaves! Maybe I am pregnant!”

“Look, bed, look, I got an A!”

“Now I’ll study!”

Sure you aren’t a Knowledge Sim?

Ah, the interpretative dances continue.

“Actually I’m looking for crumbs.”

While Noah and Kathren are– what’s that coy term? “Becoming a man/woman”?

Good, good, no Plant Sim. Just a nice Elder eating cake.

And showing a bit too much interest in the pet WooHoo. Even her husband is running to it.

“Oh my god, the dogs are getting it on! Should we do the same?”

Too weird, Endo, too weird.

Dammit Kaylene!

“Look, you know that happens with too much pesticide!”

Doesn’t mean I have to like it!

Oh dear, the pack is losing a member.

“Thank god. Get me out of here before Cleo goes for my leg next.”

“Huh, hello? Yes? No, I don’t need a reverse mortgage, I’m the Reaper for fuck’s sake… Yeah, you can’t scam the undead, dickweed. I have a pack of dogs with me, and I will sick them on you when it’s your time!”

Way to notice your dog dying, Kaylene.

“Wait, the dog died?”

Well yeah, big question is why you aren’t noticing until hours later.

Ah, because we got groceries, which apparently came with a free Goopi!

“AUGH WHAT DID SHE BECOME!”

Good question. A fur jacket, skirt, and short hair? Huh? At least Goopi likes it.

Much better. Kathren isn’t Kathren without her fiery red hair.

And yep — she does get to move out!

“Thank god. Freedom, here I come!”

Look, I don’t want another Plant Sim. Get back to normal, and maybe don’t pose like Superman for it.

“Um, mom, why are you floating in the air?”

“AH MY BUTT EXPLODED!”
“Gross, mom, the bathroom is right there.”

There, all better. Love how Iris literally did not stop to see what was going on. Kid’s used to our shit.

You don’t have to be rude, Danielle, whose name I just had to look up by going through my old posts. That I find funnier than what I’m writing now. Typical.

FOR THE LOVE OF–

Kathren, I need you to kill your mother for me.

“Kind of busy getting piddly wants done!”

“More Plant Sim B Gone, eh? Heh heh, it’ll cost you…”

“Augh, what is with this family?! What is that dog?!”

Oh, it’s just Greg, he’s innocent in all of this.

Poor Cleo, literally stuck in the middle.

Um, okay, guys, I really don’t see what’s so fascinating here.

“Lulu, what do you smell?”
“Something no dog was ever made to smell.”

“Grr, how I hate his sister!”

Well don’t electrocute her, okay, she still has a teen.

Danielle is in a bit of a mood it seems.

“AUGH GRANDMA WHAT DID I DO?!”

But forget that — we glittered the dog!

Okay the photos are god-awful, but meet Heidi. She only had one pup.

“Grumble mumble, stupid niece, existing somewhere.”

Um, okay, Benjamin.

We end this family with Jill and some other dog playing by the moonlight. Cute except for the blatantly obvious, floating teeth.

And now onto yet another Baguet household, where we know no boundaries. You have your own bed, Jonathan!

“Gosh, the dog looks comfy. Wish I had a bed like that.”

Ben, your senility is getting concerning.

So how about a nice video game to get your mind sharp!

“Honey, no, don’t go that way!”

“Heh heh, psyche, you lost a life!”
“Grrr!”

Now now, what’s this? A hair stylist’s chair, and our Fortune Sim getting aspiration points?

“So, Mom, we really could use a salon in this town, and you could use a new look. Be my guinea pig?”

“How many times are we all going to have to wear this hat?”

It can’t be any worse than your previous ‘do.

“Oh, I guess you’re right.”

“Um, Mom, if you could slouch your way elsewhere, I want to torture Dad next.”

We weren’t kidding.

I see that smile, Mary Ann.

“Hehehe, I mean, gee Dad I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t smile at me when you’ve turned me into a clown!”

“Can you believe it, Michelle? Putting lipstick on me!”

“Really, again?!”

To be fair, she applied it properly this timte.

“Yay, you finally got it right! Or I assume, I refuse to open my eyes and look.”

Then he lost aspiration points because the dog dared interact with him.

“I was trying to finish my mediocre painting, jerk!”

Apparently, a bit of hair styling was all Mary Ann needed to secure another promotion.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was with Sophie stalking hapeless townies like a pack of wolves.

“HahaHA!”
“HaHA!”
“Cripes, I’m going back to the woods.”

“Oh, evil lady. *yawn* Now what.”

“I mean, why wouldn’t you want to come over here? Senile dad, creepy coworker…”

“Wasn’t I just stalking townies?”

I guess it was your pre-shift ritual.

“You know what, screw it! Who needs college! I’m working construction and cutting hair and I didn’t need no stinkin’ degree!”

“Yeah, well, I have five best friends. How about that?”

“How about I cut that stupid hat right off of your head?”
“Bring it.”

“Whoa, and you magically added facial hair too!”

“Does this look like my style, really? And my arm is going through your stupid chair!”

“Whoa, braids and wicked eyeliner! Thanks, Mary Ann!”

We literally have food, or you can go back to the woods, creepy coworker. And never come back.

“Oh boy, my wolfy friend is back!”
“Uh, mister, you sure you want to pet hi–“
“Just deliver your paper, nosy nelly.”

“Teehee, Mark! That tickles!”

Since when were you that close?

Everyone who enters must pay the toll of a hair cut. Even if you look exactly the same after.

Hmmm, I wonder what our plucky Fortune Sim could be building on the edge of the universe.

Yes, it’s time for Hilldales’ first hair salon! Which does not serve food, Andrea.

We start by bringing this townie back to the 70s.

Then we agree that Andrea really sucks. Which makes evil lady gain stars, of course.

Now evil lady gets to look beautifully evil!

“Imagine, random Sim who wears her veil everywhere, you could have a realhairstyle!”

Or not. Well at least we got points from it.

Aaaand then immediately lost them.

Thankfully Sims are pretty easy to convince and there, no more veil!

“I don’t know. I preferred my previous hairstyle.”

Too bad, CC for everyone!

Oh fine, I guess we can go home.

“Man, can’t even bring my daughter as free labour anymore.”

Yes, you have an award, now restock already.

Oh good, Ivy is in a mood.

“And I can’t believe you are allowing random ashes to be on the lot!”
“Ma’am, I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Ah, Bigtits Alien is here! I got some really pretty CC, this one from MTS, and used it to plop some fresh Townie blood into my game. This one doesn’t have kids, but I guess she’s shopping just in case.

Oh great, Bigtits (not her real name, can’t remember it) is a voyeuer.

Okay, you can stop hanging out, Bigtits.

“Kennedy, why I’ve heard so much about you!”

Back at home, Jonathan has stuck to humbler shops.

Er, why is the CEO carpooling in your shit car?

“She refuses to share the helicopter, the jerk!”

And of course creepy coworker is there. Creepy coworker is always there. Forever and ever.

Jonathan rocks as a Popularity Sim. I suck at them usually, but he’s a natural at talking to Sims.

Come on, we gotta get those toys and things made. You guys want me to be able to build more lots, don’t you?

“Heee, Ivy, did you hear about my sister?”

She totally deepfried her ass once, he!”

I wasn’t kidding. No one is spared if they come on the lot.

So anyway, here’s the salon. The hair supplies came from RetailSims I believe, but I think their site is gone now.

Man, all of my custom townies are coming out. This one came from this custom pollination technician set on MTS combined with this set of recolours. Guess she needs special shampoo for that hair.

If only Mary Ann was as good with people as Jonathan was. As you can see, Melissa and our one employee are not enjoying their time here.

So off to sleep in her little princess bed.

Might need to get her a better bed.

“Yay I finished a toy! Fistbump, toy machine!”

Sigh, Fortune Sims.

Um, can someone please clean up the front yard before the flies kill someone.

Er, or you can drink from it, Ben, that’s an option too.

“Whatever, I feel just fine! Especially after getting rid of that tacky hair!”

Figures Ben could eat pure garbage and be absolutely fine.

Oh hey, Bigtits is back at the toy store, and she seems none too happy with that poor teen.

And with us.

“Mwahahaha, it’s my turn to lose stars at businesses today! Fuck you!”

We get no reprieve from the salon either. Grrr, custom townies, I made you, and I can take you out.

My Sims have problems.

“Hi Michelle! Isn’t your son usually manning this?”
“Yeah, but I rolled the piddly want today.”

This family takes their video games a bit too seriously.

Oh hey, the third custom Townie showed up to the salon! He’s the custom pollination tech set as well.

Well at least Jan is friendly. As usual.

“Hey!”

“I’m so glad our children are so successful. It makes me feel all sunny.”

“Oh great. I’m with another crazy household.”

Meet Grimalkin. We’re getting through all of the premades.

FFS, woman, I gave you a bowling lane, now you want an arcade?!

Well, uh, that’s one way to derail that Want.

“What’s going on, Giny, I can’t see a thing!”

“Um, well, the human just lost his torso while dying.”

Seriously, why do they get bifurcated? How do they get bifurcated?

Fare thee well, Benjamin. You started a strong business empire, and were a complete goof.

“Pssst, evil lady whose name we have clearly forgot, have you heard about Randy?”

“He lost a best friend!”

Oh yes, that’s definitely the gossip that a demon would want to hear.

Mahjong or magic trick?
“And from my chest I’ll produce… Your father’s soul!”

“WAAAAH HOW COULD YOU!”
“Well his soul is probably liked fried eggs by now…”

And we end with this tense stalemate in mahjong. Jonathan is the guessed winner, but will they turn the tables?!

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And that’s the primary Baguets! There are some other Baguets, like Euro and Lily, but I’ll cover them in a separate post since these guys take up so many photos. I hope you all had a great New Year, and let’s hope 2023 is less insane than 2022, and 2021, and 2020….

Tschuess and dobranoc!