Hello and welcome back to my TS2 BACC. We are now onto rotation/month 13 for this city, and we have made a lot of progress! We hit 500 Sims, opening services, and we’re roughly 1/3 of the way to unlocking a university! But while the initial residents were Woodland Gang Members, uh, creative artists, their descendants have put the desire in drama. You can find the previous month here, here, here, and here.

And there is One Family to Rule Them All: The Baguets.

We start off with a tiny photo of a Tombstone of L&D and Mod the Sims’ ATM. My Sims can pay their taxes, and I can age up jailbait. Life is good.

So good that Iris headed back inside to do the weirdest hula of all time.

“Just ignore her, Lulu. I do.”

You realize there is an easy solution to this problem, yes?

Kaylene and Mark are busy, after all.

“Oh you’re still my Athena, all right.”

The answer was not drinking, Andrew.

“Pleasure Sim, remember?”

“Iris, sweetie, think you can pet the dog somewhere else?”

You know, not sure I want to know what happens to a ghost that hits this thing at full velocity.

“No fair, you tricked me into skilling!”

Your mother is no where near you. You’re stuck because of the dog.

“Never!”

Mark, maybe don’t read romance novels in the living room if they’re THAT steamy.

“Oh come on, Chloe! What’s a little nagging between friends!”

“We’re not friends, you alien sweetheart.”
“Er, sweetheart?”
“Look at our animations, Iris, we’re clearly confused.”

Bringing home the town tramp again?

“Hush.”

“Honey, a lover like a sumo wrestler is a good thing. It’s an entire sport over there and those men are fit.”

“They may look big, but they are built to handle judgment.”

“Can’t we just talk about pets?! You people are freaks!”

“Oh the Ode to Gnome
How I Long for Thee
But This Foolish Little Player
Always Forgets Extra Treats”

Oh shut up, Kaylene, you have a fancy-ass house. You even got Christmas!

Oh man, the conversation just keeps getting worse.

“So you have the payment ready this time? I need a good sacrifice to the weather gods to keep my powers.”

“What about my needs?!”

There’re like three people and fifty thousand dogs in the graveyard with you! Talk to them!

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m one of the chosen ones. The one true Garden Gnome God recognized our potential and–“
“Wait, he’s a gnome? What’s with you guys hating gnomes and stuff?”
“It’s a false idol! Just like those damn flamingoes!”

“WHAAAAA WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEEEEEEEA!”

“Oh that’s right: so I can be sexy!“

Ah, the dog pack is still going strong.

“Where to now, human master?”
“The moon.”

“I got the aspiration points! Can I leave the basement now?”

Considering I swore we moved you out last post, I guess.

Can’t imagine why she’d want to leave this, though. Pools of toilet water all over the carpet and all.

And random Woodland Gang members.

“Hey, I hear this house takes us in!”

Eh, sometimes.

“Vince!”
“Endo!”

And then he goes after poor Kathren in her hideous jacket.

“Sir, I will call the cops.”

“Ghost cops, that is. Got you worried, didn’t I?”

“So, um, you happen to be male, which is pretty much my only criteria…”
“Oh, so romantic!”

“Soooo, date?”

“You know, I expected we’d go someplace. Do some dancing?”
“This is all the dance I need! WOOOOOOO!”

Freakin’ Pleasure Sims.

“AAAAAH WILMA I JUST WANNA SLEEP!”

So why aren’t you in bed then?

“I just saw a ghost! I have to brag to my friends!”

“Um, why are you getting relationship points for rejecting my flirt?”
“It’s just that much fun.”

Thanks, dude. Thanks a lot.

“And I won the Woodland Gang Mixed Messages Award five times…”

“Yeah, uh, sorry about that. Friends?”
“If you let me go sleep.”

But in fact she did not get to go sleep, because Andrew decided to get his ass abducted. Yay!

Kaylene got to sleep, though. Straight through major family events. You’d think abductions would be kind of loud.

Quentin, go home

“But… Love of my life?”

You’re related to them. GO HOME.

“Bzzzlorp, no! Not into the house, nooooooo!”

“Hrrrk, why’d you let him drive?! You know how he drinks!”
“Shut-hic-up! I’m in control!”

“In fact, watch this!”
“Bzzzlorp, no, not the specimen!”

“AAAAAAAAAH–“

“Welp, nothing to see here, fellow pups, let’s go.”

How loving.

“Oh… That can’t be good.”

“Not good?! This is fantastic! Go Andrew!”

Go Andrew to unclog the toilet, apparently.

“WAAAAAH THE UNSPEAKABLE THINGS THEY DID! THE HORRIBLE BOOZE THEY DRANK!”

“I think we should get you a crown to commemorate this occasion. King of the Aliens, so delightful!”

I mean, Endo probably is a slightly bad contender for King.

“See, Greg, this movement is too jerky. The Hula should be as fluid as possible!”
“Rrrr?”

Make that a very bad contender.

“Llamas are the size of a brachiosaurus, right?”

“Uh-uh, Iris, can’t touch this! I’ve heard about you weirdos!”

I guess I really didn’t have her move out yet, did I? Kathren continues her pottery skills while Endo shows promise in figuring out how to do GOOD paintings.

“Look, I’m telling you, I’m being held hostage by my own family to run a family business and– Would you just help me?!”

“Seriously? I can’t even splash you?”
“I TOLD you, no touching!”
“I didn’t touch you! My arms aren’t that long!”
“You touched the water!”
“I swear I am going to aim for your eyes this time.”

Andrew didn’t get abducted until super late in his life, so some elixir to keep him from going Elder like two days after birth.

“So, um, fancy you could call an alien ship for me?”
“Absolutely not.”

Er, hello. Most people knock.

“GRRRR THAT STATUE IS OFFENSIVE.”

J/K, we’re at the business, selling fountains and pottery and offensive statues!

“Me? Get a statue? Don’t mind if I do!”

“RAWR YOU DIDN’T CARE ABOUT ME!”

Oh FFS Lilac it’s been like two minutes. Freakin’ werewolves.

I guess it would have helped if we weren’t training up Kathren.

“Sigh, come on, girl, hurry up!”
“Uh, where’s the open button?”

Oh yeah, lots of pissiness.

“It’s not that. Jessica is staring down my shirt!”

She’s your wife, mate.

“Look, Lilac, maybe in the future you should just come during the day.”
“But what fun would that be?”

“I can’t believe you people got an award! Your shop is a disgrace!”

“We’re a disgrace? You’re the one who can’t handle a small line!”
“It took 3 hours!”
“Well yeah, we’re Sims!”

“Screw this, I’m shoplifting! But first, to gouge my own eyes out!”

“Grumble grumble, was supposed to move out and yet here I am, grumble…”

“It felt like I was skiing down a slope in hell.”

“And the spatulas… Great plumbob, the spatulas!”

“Oh come on, that’s nothing a steaming bowl of chili couldn’t fix!”

Oh hey, Heidi grew up. She looks like someone grafted a Basset Hound to a Basenji.

“No… No, it can’t be.”

Oh but it is!

“AUGH, LULU, not the thigh! Endo, HELP!”
“Wow, this music is great.”

“Neil? That’s not your name? Look you can’t expect our creator to look it up.”

Hey! I finally did! …. After spending 10 minutes online before finally loading up the program.

Oh great, he brought along Abraham. We didn’t want an Uncle Incest date!

“Oh yeah, those are lookin’ mighty good.”

VERY good, in fact.

Apparently it has a smell if we ask alien lady back there.

“It’s time to back to the future this shit to prevent my uncle getting abducted.”
“Wow, is that possible?!”
“Maybe.”

“So, Heidi, what do you think of the trade agreement?”
“Woof, it’ll never last. Don’t trust anyone, woof woof!”

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Especially not the guy telling teens they’d look better in makeup. Gross, dude.

How many dates are happening this evening?!

“Mmmm, fresh alien victim!”

“You bother my sister again and you WILL be the next ghost.”

Er, not sure who this is. My guess is Kathren but can’t see what aspiration I changed her to. Who knows.

Or maybe it’s not Kathren? Though this looks like she’s about to dunk him in the water and turn him into that ghost.

How cute. Too bad that isn’t their bed.

“Weee, I maxed my Fitness! Living the life!”

“Oh no…. Nooooooo!”

Er, Greg, the food is behind you. Not sure how you’re managing to eat it through diffusion or whatever.

“Cleo, you leave that nice not-so-young man alone.”

Just another day of the dogs trying to trap someone.

“Hiiii! I’m home! And I totally suck!”

“Oooooh, hot old man!”
“By golly, water is falling from the sky!”

Everyone who enters this house does the worst dance you’ve ever seen. It’s like they tried to combine the hula with the macarena. Even Heidi is judging.

Every household always comes home with plenty of fruits and veggies from the Cable Market in addition to whatever they might grow for the Nature enthusiasts. And so Kathren gets to have a green smoothie, I guess.

I honestly can’t remember what this one was. Is there a veggie cocktail drink? (I just looked it up and yes, there is. Good job, me)

As we all know, drinking a pile of veggies improves your ability to talk about promotions instead of make pottery.

Or to think about promotions while making out with the Woodland Gang. Aren’t you married?!

“Like that matters in this town!”

We take the small town stereotype a bit far here.

“I saw that, Dad.”
“Saw what, honey? It was a greeting kiss.”
“Sure.”

“Stop trying to wreck this family, Townie Tramp!”
“HOLY SHIT A GHOST AWESOME!”

Well there’s a way to find out an aspiration!

“Oh baby, my youthful side piece — where’d my heart go?”

“MY INFIDELITY SENSES ARE TINGLING.”

“I’M ALMOST THERE HANG ON.”

And so she turned them into dogs.

Nah, they’re upstairs.

“Are those rings, honey?”
“Crap.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?!”
“Notice what?”
“The swooning? The WooHoo icons?!”

“Oh. Oh no.”

“So, um, date me and let me forget my horrible male pregnancy?”

“You still love me?! +5000!”

“Oh, that two-timing bastard, he’s so sexy!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It’s the Pleasure Sim in me. I wasn’t thinking.”

“So let’s start completely anew! Hi, I’m Endo!”
“Hi! I’m Kaylene!”

“Hi, I’m Iris, the forgotten one!”

“Don’t mind me being an overachiever or anything!”

Hey, at least I don’t leave you to pass out asleep on the floor.

“AUGH Andrew?!”
“It’s coming! It’ll be singing show tunes any second!”

“Andrew? Andrew come back, I want to see the baby!”

“Um, thanks Uncle, but I had a long day and was fast asleep–“

AUUUUUGH

I really want a better caption for this but I’m afraid I don’t have one. Just enjoy the horror photo.

Here we go, the photo I was TRYING and failing to take!

“Oh Andrew, I could just kiss you!”
“Dude, you’re in enough trouble.”

Meet Abbie and Ellie. Of course we had natural twin aliens. That’s apparently how this neighbourhood rolls.

“Soooooo, ice cream would make up for everything.”

You wouldn’t happen to be helping out to get in Kaylene’s good graces, would you?

“Does it matter? No aspiration hit.”

Good point.

Ah. I made her family.

“Hellooooooooo! Nonexistent childreeeeeeeeen!”

Er, and then unmade her family? Who even is that? I’ve lost the plot in this house.

“Oh Bricksie, that Iris should’ve been careful to avoid that teen pregnancy!”
“What?! This kid is YOURS!”

So at first I thought there were green fumes and I was like how did he leave the door open… THEN I realized.

You didn’t die of starvation, Meadow.

“Maybe I want to help feed the baby!”

I’d believe that if you had ever shown such an interest in your life.

Well enough of those weirdos. Here at the toymaker Baguet household, we’re playing mahjong. Again. Because that’s allll they do.

“No I will not wear stilettos!”

Well, okay, we also dance with skunks.

It’s like Dances with Wolves, but fewer stereotypes and way stinkier.

Has Uranium taught you how to worship the One True Potty God?

“Shut up!”

“What, I don’t get a party.”

Have to strike while the platinum iron is hot, Jonathan.

Er, what do you have there, Wilma?

“I’m GINY! Not every female dog is Wilma!”

With my naming abilities, they very well could be.

“Oh what a cute little mound of snow!”

+5000 brought home groceries!

No aspiration points for sleeping in your mother’s bed, though.

Because creepy, dude.

So I had no idea until reading other legacies that you could have your Sims drink a boot, so I figure why not have Michelle give it a go?

She cheered, then did the “I can’t find the object in front of my face, PLEASE HELP” animation.

Alas, Jonathan was too busy to help her find her sanity.

“Pirates off the port bow!”

Great, now creepy coworker is stealing our puppy. Her name is Rita.

And he attempted to kill her and bury her in the backyard. Luckily she can levitate like a Pokemon!

Mary Ann, could you stop painting creepy clowns and go rescue the pup from the ditch.

Invited someone over, Jonathan?

“Sooooo, wanna WooHoo?”

“Sir you know I’d make barn animal noises for you!”

Believe it or not, my first caption for this was even MORE wrong/twisted.

Poor Jonathan. Tyson Dawn is a busy employee down at Castle of FUN!, convincing nature gods to buy expensive tickets.

But Jonathan was determined. He’d put the moves on Tyson, no matter whose personal space they violated.

“Um, sir, you’re sticking your pecs in my arm.”
“Wow, sexual harassment is on the menu today!”

Unfortunately, it turns out most women don’t like men being pushed into him.

“That man over there made him swoon right into my elbow! How dare you! You should hire only eunuchs!”

She shouldn’t have worried. Tyson is an equal opportunity personal space bubble popper.

“Music! Dance! Ticket machines!”
“Back off, dude!”

No, seriously.

“Um, no thanks, I hear my husband’s floozy frequents here and I’m not feeling an arrest charge today.”

“Look, Tyson, you’re doing great but um, maybe just… Just go with Jonathan, yeah.”

Jonathan showed his appreciation by taking a sponge bath in the bathroom.

And then he went home to prepare.

I think you’re supposed to eat with your date, Jonathan.

“Er, what’s this tomb?”

Okay, so it really irritates me that Bon Voyage Sims can be hired, follow Sims home from school, but you try to invite them over and they can only come as home guests? And if I recall they don’t show up for growing up? I think there’s a mod that fixes them coming home or being hired, but I don’t want that! I’m fine with them breaking the laws of psychics! I Just want consistency.

So anyway I tombstoned him into the family.

Jonathan, of course, was heartbroken.

Yes, both of them were so alarmed by this sudden change.

They didn’t know how they would go on.

And then they realized: the luau mafia.

Look, he looks best in a hat, okay?!

All mafia members have purple rooms with dragons!

And then he demonstrated why I gave him a hat.

Would you stop inviting him to the house?! He’s an object FFS!

“I bet there’s a patch somewhere, so just fix it and stop whining!”

Stupid Sims, talking back. So we headed as a family to Ben’s toy store, which is narrow, groovy, and full of of odds and ends.

Also full of terrors of the deep.

Thanks, game, not like I prefer objects to display properly or anything.

See, Ben? Your legacy will not be forgotten!

Er. I guess I built a bubble room with the inheritance?

The beautiful striped wallpaper is from MTS by Cheryl14, and that light is part of PineappleForest’s gorgeous glass lamp set.

Rita grew up into, uh, something. Throwback to great-grandmother Jill, it seems.

“Mr. Chambers, wouldn’t you love to try a classy new look?”

“Isn’t being Marisa Bendett so much better?”

“And with a pink smoke bomb we produce….”

“The town tramp you were meant to be!”

“Oh my gosh, I look amazing!”

And now she throws me off every time she enters a lot because my brain goes “Wait, that isn’t Marisa, is it?” Good job, me!

+5000 walking home to avoid creepy coworker

Instead we picked up a Traveler and a chef?

Ah, Creepy Coworker snuck in.

“See, I told you, even skiing can’t get you away from him.”

“So anyway they demoted me after my fiftieth indictment for stalking…”

“Here, Grimalkin, beat him to death with this stick.”

“Oh Tyson, now that I forced you to join the household, marry me!”

“Oh Jonathan, you saved me from Towniedome and Plasmosis!”

Fairly certain this is Otis, as we continue to go through the pre-mades.

“Oh goodie, I was adopted by a Popularity Sim!”

Yes, and said Popularity Sim wants you to stop destroying the furniture.

Utterly packed (hur pun) household? Nonsense!

Danielle is practicing her toilet squats outside for fun!

…. Yeah I don’t know either.

So let’s go to the Jitmakusol’s. Not that they’re any saner, but at least they’re the typical Knowledge freaks.

“Ooooh, nebula!”

“Baby, that nebula was far out, just like you!”

Look, I’m tired.

“Oh, oh my god! The things she’s doing– Scandalous!”

Isn’t that just a carpool driver?

“Scandalous!”

I mean, we could’ve guessed, guys.

And now they won’t keep their hands off of each other. Weirdly, Maxima doesn’t seem to mind despite being a Knowledge Robot, not Romance.

Too bad the wolves weren’t impressed.

“Like you care! I have needs!”

“Lady, I just wanted to sniff your knees.”
“Um, nice wolfie?”

“What a good wolfie! But you can’t turn me into the pack, can you?”
“Woof?”

Uh-oh.

“Er, who’s your friend?”

“Moody, you’re overdue to pay your pet food bill.”
“What?! But I set up autopay!”
“Yeah well, we decided to ignore it and now you have to come with me.”

And that’s the story of how my water bill ended up overdue. Minus death coming for me. Or at least I hope that’s minus. -shifty eyes-

Er, thanks for caring, but you don’t even live here or know our dog?

“Good point, see ya!”

So I went to look up the name of the cat for this photo, and it feels like the last time we saw this household was in Month IX? Am I losing it? Don’t answer that.

Anyway, the cat who hired Grim to take out Moody is Bonkers. And I couldn’t come up with a better pun if I tried.

These two, clearly, are heartbroken.

So we adopted Citrus. Apparently we forced him to walk from the shelter.

After all, these two continue to be very busy.

“Awesome, you kept my bed!”
“Margaret, did you have to wake me up for that?!”

“Nah, I woke you up for this! BOOGA BOOGA!”
“AHH SWEET THANKS.”

Thanks for no aspiration points, Rosemarie.

“Oh. This will be awkward to explain.”

“Sure, Josephine, I live to date, you live to date, it’s perfect!”

And so to the restaurant. Again. Though it looks like we’re trying to kidnap her.

“GET IN THE TRUNK!”
“Teehee, never!”

“Um, you’re the one who will get me a table?”
“Yeah, what about it?”

“Sir, I promise you that Vamsi is completely sane and there was no need to call social services.”

“Hmmmm, should I buy the last cake?”

Way to waste the date meter, Josephine.

Quick, Mark, distract her with a face meld!

Also why did everyone vanish? Did the Sim Rapture happen?

Er, Rosemarie?

“I am carrying the devil’s son. He has commanded me to burn it all.”

That’s Rosemary, hon, not Rosemarie.

“Oh. I guess setting fire to the lawn was a bit silly then.”

“Beep boop, fear not, Citrus, you are safe with me.”

Well, when he’s not busy being admired by floozies.

“Really, Brittany? Your connection is a freakin’ coach?!”

“I think I cracked my ribs on your floor. Can I sue you for that?”
“No!”

“Oh come on! It’s like someone hit me with a cast iron pan!”
“Beep boooooooooop, boring conversation detected.”

“Boop, but I guess you are attractive.”

“Oh yeah, hi five! Got some robot loooooove!”

Well I guess this is why Maxima didn’t care about Rosemarie and Mark. Just one giant open relationship.

Yeah yeah, you thought “one giant open mouth” too.

“Oh man, how big is this kid?! You better be alone in there, buddy!”

“Ugh, what does that man do?“

Sunbathe nude? Seems to be what Vidcund always does.

“Look, what I do in my private time is my own business, pervert-waiter!”
“WAAAAAAA–“

“Um, hello, the angry man is in the way of me getting shoved!”
“You’re in the way of my shoving!”
“Shoo flee!”
“Shoo fleeeeee!”

“I say, how’s this for a dance move!”
“Ow!”

“Well it was nice to meet someone new!”
“Eat shit and die.”

Damn, this is the longest day ever. And Rosemarie, don’t distort the cat.

“So anyway, she made me buy the cake for her and man, those Baguets charge a fortune!”

“Auuugh, he gets to sleep it off and I get labour!”

“OWWWW–“
“Honey, can you keep it down?”
“NO I CANNOT KEEP IT DOWN!”

Meet Victoria!

She sees into your dreams.

Why do you two look like you just watched that Ring video?

So uh. Citrus turned into this.

Our bright orange kitten turned into a brown and white cat.

Sims 2 is wild, man.

Unfortunately, so are Citrus and Bonkers. Kittens aren’t happening any time soon.

“His face is so cold but his beeping is so friendly…”

“So anyway, that’s why the coach lost her job. Ce la vie!”

And that’s the primary Baguet households, or at least the three that were in a row this rotation. Next time, join my crazy neighbourhood as we go to the werewolves. Stay well.