I just really wanted the alliteration.

Welcome back to my TS2 BACC. So far, we’ve looked in on many Baguets, Centowskis, and a few random others. It’s time to check in on the Cables, and whoever else we can squeeze in based on the house rotation.

I could pretend to be surprised at Lindsey being kinky, but I wouldn’t believe me.

“Sooooo, steal the handcuffs yet?”

Ah, of course, money gets him in the mood.

“Baby I can afford a million handcuffs with this inheritance!”

So then he went outside to stomp bugs. How the hell is THAT your post-coital routine?

“Shut up!”

The kids, thankfully, are staying innocent through an exciting game of chess.

“Wish I could go party downtown.”

Exciting!

“So Reddsim, my kid’s bunny toy is sinking into the abyss, is that a concern?”

I mean, maybe, but at least Emily’s got all As! Won’t get her far with this family but hey.

Good ol’ Jack, excited that his bed is around. Too bad I couldn’t be satisfied with that and had to miss a freakin’ toilet.

Well, okay, I wasn’t expecting him to celebrate by spooking the kdis.

“Can’t I just go to bed already?!”

I mean, I don’t recall stopping you?

Plasmosis, please don’t laugh at your child passed out on the floor.

“HA! Like he’s a human dog! HAHAHA!”

Freakin’ jump rope. What is with SIms constantly rolling the want to do this? Maybe it’s because I’m 6’1″ and hopelessly uncoordinated, but I haven’t wanted to jump rope since elementary school.

Also it just hit me that jump rope literally is describing what you do, jumping over a rope. It’s good to know my education has been a hopeless waste.

Speaking of wastes, Lindsey would rather dislocate her wrists than interact with her kids.

Unsurprisingly, Plasmosis also prefers plants to kids. But at least the plants give us produce to sell!

I wasn’t kidding.

“UGH, interacting with my child? -250!”

“Ugh, my shoulders are so stiff, if I could just pop them– oh, potty training, um, just go in the hole, Cole, not hard.”

At least the ghosts are having fun.

Because the real dog isn’t.

… Is that a bald spot on Cole’s head? I mean I know some men bald super early but damn.

“UGH, come ON, kid, this really isn’t hard!”

Oh great, again? Plasmosis, was this your doing?

Um, so are they ignoring the fire to watch Emily’s cartwheels? Or is she cartwheeling the fire away? Either way, it was worth running out of the bathroom for Quentin.

“Hehe, me like daddy!”

Um, Daddy, kid, sure.

Well for once Plasmosis doesn’t seem to mind.

“He’s one step closer to going away forever!”

Damn, now there’s a topic to make friends.

“So we have our own pet semetary and they keep trying to kill me…”

Well, they didn’t succeed, kid. So let’s get you grown up. Also man it’s a shame the photos are so small because Bon Voyage chick looks like she’s grown into the wall decor or something.

Oh. SHe legit might’ve.

“Oh hey, hot alien guy!”

Don’t trust him, hon.

Subtle, lady, move closer to him, like Sandi doesn’t see you.

“Psst, get even closer! Invade his personal space!”

“Wow, you turned around! Well done, kid!”

“AAAAA– I mean, you look great, really!”

So you have to squint, but in the background Plasmosis was 100% ignoring his daughter aging to age up Cole.

Um, shouldn’t the candles be removed before eating the cake?

Erm, apparently not in this family.

“What? Just a bit of flambe.”

Endo, what in god’s name are you doing.

“Thinking of my beloved Kaylene…”

Well that’s not her.

“Boooo, Cole sucks! BOOOO!”

Or I think that’s Cole’s picture?

Well anyway, here’s Emily after a makeover. She’s a Fortune Sim.

Oh hey, look who crashed the party!

“AH! SOMEONE CREEPIER THAN ME!”

Tremble, Amin. Tremble.

Er, okay, Plasmosis aiming for the creepiest here.

“AUGH GET OUTTA MY SHOULDER MAN! OWWW–“

Er, did his head just straight pop off?

Plasmosis, did you just kill Santa?!

“Man, fuck you, dude, never had a guy try to KILL me before. Have my coffee ground poop.”
“Ewww, Santa poop ruins the environment!”

So instead of cleaning the house, Plasmosis goes to his business. Too bad no one likes him there either.

“That Bon Voyage chick SUCKS!”

Shut up, Memoria, you hate everyone.

Arguing makes them closer, though. They’re those kind of mean Sims.

“Yeah she sucks, but I need someone to torture.”
“Ah, of course!”

“Ma’am, may I interest you in a nice, long, big eggplant?”

Yeah you enjoy that caption.

Back at home, Cole the Cinderella gets to weed.

While Emily admires herself in our very green bathroom. Even the homework pile is green! Now get to it kid.

But no, she has to ACR it up with Noah.

I guess it’s better than him dating his cousin.

Good ol’ Sims and their musical instruments. Love how I set it up so their back is on the lake.

But there are better ways to get aspiration points than piddly instrument Wants.

Headmasters!

“I just want to ski away from this family. I was neglected as a ZYGOTE.”

“Wait, so they didn’t give you a single pearl necklace?”

“Then it’s time to boat on out of here, son!”

Plasmosis looks like he likes the idea.

Um, what did Emily ever do to you?

-250, having to sit next to your sibling

“AUGH I’M JUST TRYING TO COMPOST.”

“What, no fair, leave me alone!”

Girl, don’t go outside at night. Now you know.

Poor girl. They didn’t want to let her out alive.

“AUGH HOW MANY DOGS DO WE HAVE BURIED OUT HERE?!”

So when she got free, they went after Plasmosis.

“AUGH I THOUGHT I EXORCISED YOU!”

Oh great.

“Hey kid, want to see my wand?!”

“Hey girl, want to see my–“

Quentin, DON’T.

Well, okay, maybe it worked out. Though she doesn’t look thrilled.

“What have I gotten myself into…”

Ah, of course. Dance and ignore the smelly dog time.

Ah, stare like a perv time!

“Oh, ew, nevermind.”

Note how she isn’t Platinum. Because my Sims hate me.

“Ewww, the dog stinks!”
“Not as much as you do, dude.”

The teens have their own ways of keeping clean. Sort of.

“Grrr, get out of the hot tub so I can haunt you!”

“Fine, we’ll just haunt the mage.”
“EEEEEEE!”
“So anyway, I really think the industrial revolution paved the way for class war…”

“Hey kid, that’s for me, right? They don’t feed me.”
“Back off, they don’t feed me either!”

It’s tough being the youngest in a Sim family.

I’m sure there’s a funny caption to be made here, but I’m blanking. Maybe I shouldn’t write these in the morning.

Well hey, at least the dog feels comfortable giving birth near you! That’s… Something!

Meet Willy and Miriam.

She’s a dog, Cole, what do you expect? They like to roll in mud and eat cat shit.

So of course, he goes and jumps rope. This family…

Scientists have discovered that having a complete jackass for a father does NOT, in fact, make it easier to make friends.

“LALALA whatEVER, Tasha!”

And so we crashland at the Centowskis, where Rosemary is showing off her muscles by breaking her wrists. We’re very proud of you, love, now please go to the hospital.

I said the hospital, not Creeps Anonymous.

Why yes, it’s the family business, where the help is getting a bit handsy.

And, as usual, the sink is broken. You know, you could try repairing the sink rather than turning this into a “bucket in a sinking boat” situation.

“Huzzah! Gaining points! Ignoring the glitched Goopy!”

“Ma’am, I broke through the kitchen door to give you this free magazine.”

Well at least we pay the help well? Ish?

“Lady it took how many generations for me to get this?!”

Oh shut up.

“And that Bon Voyage townie totally sucks! Don’t make me bitch slap you!”

“Um, HELLOOOOOO, I wanna whine some more but the door is locked!”

Yes, because that’s employee only, Marisa. Get the hell out.

Oh good, we’re starving hte pets at home. And maybe the Sims too judging by the groceries all over the place.

Josephine continues to be a diligent little Sim, making solid paintings and gaining skills. Rock on!

Er, okay, I didn’t mean that kind of rocking on, but if Elton Johning gets you Creativity points, Noah, go for it.

Even though we starve him and overall kind of suck, Rio keeps watch over Andy.

You know, you guys could all fit at the table if you’d put the groceries away. I can only assume the fridge was full.

“Ewww, I don’t like that dog!”

She just stood guard over you, you jerk!

Poor Josephine. Being the cooperative one means she does the tasks no one else wants to do.

Her parents are too busy talking about hats, after all.

“Oh boy, a new puppy!”

Actually that puppy’s been around a while but you do you, Christy.

As you can see, some Sims have been spending a bit too much time getting Creativity points. TIme to catch up, jerks!

Er, weren’t you doing homework?

“Now I’m scowling over the pawns. Stupid useless pieces!”

Hey, they’re great fodder.

“Oh great, what am I doing here?”

Rio looks to be asking the same question.

“So um, that puppy isn’t mine, right?”
“How am I supposed to answer that question? I’m your dad!“

I can only hope the puppy is growing up as otherwise I can only assume they were all locked in here.

Er, or this family is just completely random.

You can’t go to college, Amanda, deal with it.

“Oh boy, fish!”

You could have put your clothes on before going out to stare at them, Andy.

“Could I PLEASE stop painting? I’m tired!”

But look how platinum your plumbob is!

Er, can we help you?

“Why yes, I hear a foxy dog lives here and I’ve brought him flowers.”

Sacrifice the youngest to the werewolf!

He wouldn’t want these two anyway.

“Oh yeah, twitch dance!”

I think the ghosts are hoping you’ll give them a bite, Rosemary.

“And lo Wright declared that clowds would cover the Earth, and the Overlord would shout–“

“Awww, what a nice doggy!”

“I better wash you, Rio, that gross mailman touched you.”

Everyone gesticulates dramatically in this family.

“Call for help, your ancestors are trying to abduct my hand! MY HAND!”

“So you owe me a million simoleans for falling for that.”

Well I guess she got something out of it anyway.

Ah, the tradition of Baguets being really creepy.

“Um, my eyes are up here, Josephine.”

“Wha, what’s happening to me, what did you–“

“DOOOOOO– oh hey, I still have arms!”
“Way to go, Josie!”

“Um, did I get kicked out?”

Nah.

I have plans, my dear. Plans that involve major work because look at that slope.

So we better go back home to Noah ratting out someone.

“Josie tried to escape!”
“I did not!”

Freakin’ Rosemary.

“It’s a new recipe.”

When they tell you to char meat, they don’t mean to the bone.

Ah, Sims and their piddly, piddly wants. Though that couch looks kind of dangerous to jump on. Feels like your foot could go straight through and be caught.

Christy you have GOT to stop torturing the puppy.

“You’re the only one that understands me!”

So I brought Andy to the super secret chef place, only to find this.

Abraham, you have no right to judge.

“Actually I’m weirded out by how much that guy looks like ME.”

Yeah I HOPE you’re friends after that.

“Hey semi-clone, way to score with my niece!”

Gross, Abraham.

Back to what we’re HERE for, ahem– impressing the Tasha Go lookalike with a baked Alaska.

Oh great, we’re up against lobster.

“And I never even got to go to college!”

Oh my god, none of you did!

Hmmm, maybe we can get Amanda to seduce the competition.

“I never went to college either, wall!”

“But it’s fine, I wanted to be a sumo wrestler anyway.”

Great, more lobster from Amanda, and whatever the judge said, they’re all distressed.

“I’m sorry but you used… Too much salt.”
“No!”
“That can’t be!”
“It’s my grandma’s recipe!”

Wait, since when can Abraham make baked Alaska?!

I’d like to say they’re being overly dramatic, but I watch GBBO and some of this is pretty right on the money.

“Hmmm, possibly stole food from chef.”

“Wait, I won?”

“YES, I won! Plus 1000!”

Abraham looks ready to start a fight.

Do either of you even know about this lot?

“So, want to take one of the pets?”

Well at least there seem to be no hard feelings between the two.

Ah, that would be why.

“+30K, people like me no matter what the writer says!”

“Heeeeey, silver fox! Hire me for some fun later!”

Yeah it’s time to go.

Don’t be too thrilled to be at this lot.

“Um, hello, I desperately need to talk to someone, anyone!”

Fine, fine, go talk about makeup with some random-ass friend. Sheesh, all I ask is you get a million promotions and unlock Architect!

Um, I hope this isn’t what it looks like. 

“It isn’t, we’re stuck! Puppy, get help!”

Phew, Christy saved the day. And the dogs even got to keep their legs.

Andy, inspired by the cooking competition, decides to treat his family.

By putting the lobster on the floor.

Er, the puppy finally grew up.

She’s like some weird boxer-pit-chow chow thing. I love her.

So I was trying to find a lot I could use to serve as the museum for opening up Adventurer, and I found this gorgeous art museum on MTS. I didn’t have roofs on so you don’t see the beautiful domes, but it’s amazing and CC Free! Took a bit of effort to turn into a museum instead of an art gallery though.

Look, everyone thinks Euro is hot, get in line.

“So, um, I find you hot too apparently.”
“Miss, I really need to make coffee.”

“Um, okay, so maybe when your shift is up, we can get our own coffee?”

Their shift is never up, Rosemary, prepare to be disappointed. Romancing these guys is a pain in the ass.

Meanwhile, upstairs…

“Ugh, these curtains are the WORST!”

Okay then Meadow.

Why yes, we’re just wandering the museum hoping to get a girl.

“Back off, lady.”

But in the end, it’s the barista she wants, so fine, the barista she will somehow get.

She’s not as easy a target as she looks, trust me.

Damn, everyone’s out and about the town today.

He’s not interested in you, lady.

And we aren’t interested in your weird magic tricks.

“It’s not that, my hand is stuck!”

Um, do I want to know.

“Well Benny has me trapped, don’t ask me about Abraham.”

Sure.

“Um, hello, I also need to pee!”
“Uncle Abe, get out of here! Gross!”

“Oh boy, my only friend in the world is back!”
“Kid, may I advise you against befriending the wolf?”

Okay, I get it, you all want a college! Sheesh!

Alas, no werewolf. Life is full of disappointments.

I like the detail on that tile, though, damn. Even Sims 4 doesn’t give you that.

“Hmm, I wonder if Abe is still in the hot tub– I MEAN, safe from the ghost, yeah!”

I wouldn’t worry. They’re busy with their own arguments.

“Fuck you, Wendy!”
“Oh hell no, fuck you! This is my haunting ground!”

“So are you sure cooking is your thing? Wouldn’t you rather go into medicine?”

“Just think, no ovens, just stethoscopes and the occasional surgery…”

Um, is Abraham ever going to fucking leave?

“I just asked him to make me a drink!”

Great.

Timeclocks are a big piece of conversation for these two.

But slowly, painfully, we are in crush territory!

And then we’re on barista territory, ’cause we could always use money. But Debbie Carlson feels the need to stick around.

Meanwhile, outsideo f the house, a gathering of Bon Voyage townies around a grave.

Wait what.

“Um, why are they creeping around?”

Your guess is as good as mine.

“Oh hi new human! Pay attention to meeeee!”

Debbie is a 4/7/2/5/7 Popularity Sim. So befriending the dog should be right up her alley.

“Boy, it sure was nice staring overnight to woo– I mean help out around the house!”

Dude, please go.

Um, Andy?

“Yo, Andy!”
“Um, y-yes?”

“Can you deliver this suitcase to Morocco?”
“Um, sure?”

“Whoa, check out the coconuts on those babes!”

Way to ruin it, Andy.

“Stand back, everyone, don’t want to get ectoplasm in your eyes!”

Oh.

“WAAAAA, my brother! My wonderful, wonderful BROTHER!”

“Waaaaaah! But also sweet, money!”

Aaaaand right back to flirting.

“Darling, you invited me into this household for a reason, didn’t you?”

Let the hearts commence.

Er, and other things, apparently!

Damn, +5000 for a massage?

Uh-oh.

“OH GOD, MOM! MOM! SOMEONE, GET A MALLET!”

But alas, the ladies are too busy with fresh, tender love.

That sounds creepy when you say it like that.

And it’s not a Sim until they hurl on the Gravitron.

Um, Noah?

“I’I’m paralyzed– I, Emily, get– help!”

“Yeah well now the water just took over my torso!”

And after they were surgically removed, she starts weeding. Thanks kid!

We have a dining table inside, Rosemary. You could eat in peace.

But nah, let’s go to the restaurant now that Andy’s gone.

I 100% do not trust this girl near a stove, but maybe Debbie is trustworthy.

Busy, busy, busy! Lots of people want cakes, Amin wants to creep everyone out, the usual.

I wasn’t joking.

“HEEEEY, lookin’ fine, girl!”
“Ugh, whippersnappers these days!”

I guess I trusted her with the stove after all. Great.

Thankfully it appears to be working out. Well, maybe.

“Say, wanna show me where you keep my raise?”

Life goes on as usual here. Noah plays a sad ballad to his father.

So sad that he masters Creativity.

So sad.

And then it’s out to dare to touch a werewolf’s belly!

No time for that, though. Time to check in on our favourite demon.

She lives a terrifying life, watching TV with her cats.

Very spooky, going to the local club and finding nearly EVERY WOMAN HOT. Notice how it’s largely the seniors, too. Gold digging? Maybe.

But also just being creepy.

“Ooooh, sexy!”
“Do you have to do that right over my shoulder?!”

Then we torture Marylena.

“You think you can take me? Go ahead on. It’s your move.”

But then, after breaking Marylena’s cheekbones, this wonder comes onto the lot.

“Soooo, weird-haired stranger I don’t know?”

At home, Lily is uncertain whether to trust the food. Typical cat.

And Hamster finally pops into adulthood. I chose him.

Memoria got mad about that, apparently.

“AUGH THE BAMBOO IS ON FIRE!”

Well thank goodness for the rain then, because we have other things to do. Like Lauren Reeves.

So after we got out of the rain and into the gross dining room…

“Oh Lauren, you know you find my smelliness sexy!”

“Um, actually I don’t.”
“Yeah well you smell too!”
“Do not!”

“Oh hell no!”
“But I bathed!”
“Yeah right!”

This is going well.

“Okay, okay, NOW will you interact with me?”

The answer? Yes.

Lauren is a 6/5/4/5/5 Family sim. Girl you picked the wrong demon.

Also she looks a bit like Laura Croft.

“She promised me swanky shoes at a swanky wedding!”

Yeah, well, she’s busy trying to become a werewolf so.

“Ugh, no, I will not look into a telescope so you can slap me!”

“Oh god, what’s that smell? AUGH WHO JUMPED ME?!”

“Buster, you are so dead!”

“Booooo! Break his ribs!”

“Hey, loser, learn how to really throw a punch!”

“You call that a chokehold? I see him breathing!”

“Dammit, I was robbed! They promised at least one broken neck!”

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And that’s all from Redeem! The rotation gets a bit screwy at this point. We have a repeat of a family for some reason, then they go through a few more families we haven’t seen, then a repeat, etc. It’s bizarre. So there might be one or two more posts from this month before we go to the next, and then hopefully it’ll be more logical. Maybe.

Stay safe. Tschuess.