Farfalle Legacy: gen2.2: hippomonster

hippomonster

Farfalle Legacy: gen2.2

Oct 03, 2011 13:47

Just ignore that it says 2.1. Because it's not. It totally is 2.2. Totally. Involving elders and children and cats. Well, sort of on the latter. Definitely the first. Featuring sims by freudroid(FIFIIIII!), quellasims (Byron, spouse gen 1), slyndsey, lilith_sims, colemariesims, simchenelin, littlerunningbee and lavaya.

They got a new house. I'm not a good housbuilder. I yanked the blueprint from some real-life house site and mutilated it into something that could, possibly, vaguely, function as a legacy house. Plenty of bedrooms, bathrooms and a toddler cage.

Awww, the oldies are so happy to finally have a house worthy of the Legacy-name.

Byron: We can haz car-woohoo timez noa?

Fifi: Not with your old-man bones we can't.

Please don't be electrocuted and killed. That is, if McAllister gets killed before he produces an heir, we get King Henry as torch holder and I don't think a lot of people would mind that.

Byron is all "muahaha beeotch, I got here first. Now watch me poooop."

Good thing you don't have to do the driver, dear. She just has to take you to work.

Oldies. They're so sweeeeet. And all over each other. And they'd be nauseating if they were real.

And suddenly! McAllister goes out! He tries to reel in a potential mate with his wonderful singing voice. If by wonderful, you mean paint-peeling and singing you mean a cat's screeching. Owowow my ears.

He has the hots for Megan (lilith_sims), but she has black hair. And we've already had two generations of black hair. Mix up the genepool, damn it!

Adrienne (colemariesims) is just as impressed with McAllister's singing as I am. Aurelius (littlerunningbee) just pretends that is isn't there. Smart move, dude.

Oh! Wait! One of my newest townies! Penelope (slyndsey matches both my and McAllister's wishes. And she's adorable. MUST HAVE. I know that I wanted Solaris as his wife, but she was MEEN to him when he called her.

What's more, Penelope and McAllister actually hit it of. WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?! Anyone who comments with Sparta will be put in a locked room with a karaoke machine and McAllister after a few mixed drinks. We ignore the existence of that movie-thing.

McAllister's moves are sweet and Douglas's (lavaya) singing is much better.

McAllister: How about you and me-

McAllister:-have a duet?

ACK! BAD! NO SINGING! Don't scare her away, you oaf!

But...

It works?

Except Penelope leaves mid-song because she has ~needs~. So many needs.

McAllister: B... but baby, I thought we had something.

Luckily, back home, mama Fifi has prepared her comfort food for failed dates: lobster thermidor!

And Byron is trying to fix his old-man bones.

Byron: Must ... have ... carwoohoo.

Penelope is back! YES!

D'awwww, and she has his first kiss too.

McAllister: Come live with me and be my love. My love without pants.

I nabbed that line from a fanfic somewhere but fuck me if I remember where.

Penelope: Yes, those are my boobs and you're allowed to touch them.

And so they touched. A lot.

McAllister: Honey, there's someone I want you to meet.

Byron: As head of the ISBI-spouse committee, I'm here to give you your survival kit.
Penelope: Huh?

McAllister is traditional. And I'm impatient. AND THEY WILL WED NOW DAMN IT.

Told ya so. Even invited the uni-fambly over to witness the blessed event.

McAllister: Love of my life, stay with me and be my wife.
King Henry: Dad? Am I really related to him? Really? Because the corny, it hurts.

Rings are exchanged.

Smooches are made.

And everyone is glad that the wedding went off without a runaway bride.

There were legitimate fears, but it's just a bad memory.

A bad memory that is quickly romanced away.

And so it begins. DundundunDUN.

More does not appreciate his new sister-in-law. I suspect he thinks that she is a gold-digging wench.

More: I'm on to you.

Awww, brotherly love.

Byron: Look! Look! I can slam my fist into my hand without breaking it. Old-man bones be gone!

Penelope: Uhm... guys? This is my and my husband's bedroom. Do you have to be gooshy here? We're trying to make an heir.

Byron: Yeah, walking around in your underwear all day is part of the deal.

Byron: And you look fine in it.

Which was when I noticed that Byron heart-farts. Over his daughter-in-law. Oops.

Ladies and gentlemen, she can cook. A lot. Yay turkey!

Ffff, I love Penelope. She's such a loving, family oriented Romance sim.

And a cat burglar. I must admit. I lol-ed.

Fifi and Byron spend the rest of the evening blocking any and all access to the kitchen with their dancing and romancing.

This marriage is going well already.

Could that be... might she be up the duff already?

To (mis)quote George Carlin: "This is the kind of quality you expect from an office-temp with a bad attitude." It just smarts that this an game outfit. I'm not picky on free content, but if it came with the game? EA, you burden me with a dark shame that I shall have to drag out into the swamp and bury there with the marsh bodies.

BABBIES! Or baby. Whatevs.

I don't like Ned Hooper (simchenelin)'s evil grin.

Damn it, we need those newspapers for compost.

MCALLISTER DON'T DIE. THE DISHWASHER ISN'T WORTH IT.

Ah, he lived. Penelope is pleased.

Oh my goodness the fluff. They're so adorable.

Penelope: What do you mean this pjs make me look fat?

Finnick (slyndsey. Finnick, what are you doing?! Welp. There went another newspaper.

Penelope wonders what her life would have been like if insanity wasn't slowly crouching in on her. Like a smurf.

Uhm... honey? I don't think that the green fumes and flies mean extra nutrients.

I told ya so.

Penelope: That fly didn't settle well. AYEEEEEEE!

Fifi: I'll catch the baby! I'll catch them!

May I introduce Rumpleteazer, a little redhead girl with her grandfather's eyes.

Seeing his eyes in such a young face only serves to remind Byron that he's old.

Byron: so no car-woohoo?
Fifi: We'll see what we can do, sweetums.

Penelope observes the exchange and quickly hands Rumpleteazer over to Fifi.

Fifi: C'mere! Hug-time!

Byron: WTFNO! Not in front of my wife!

Ah, Byron's child-rearing skills are still strong as ever.

With no more baby pressing on her bladder, Penelope enjoys the sight of her hubby-dearest's manly working in the garden.

Byron: ... There's dirt in my puzzle *sadfaise*.

Working of those extra baby-pounds and looking good while doing it. Sort of.

BIRFDAY TIMEZ!

Penelop: Birthday? What birthday? Check out these here guns!

We introduce toddler!Rumpleteazer. And she's adorable. With weird ears.

And a slightly off profile, which she got from Penelope and so I have no doubt that she'll grow up adorable. ADORABLE DAMN IT.

Obligatory skilling picture. Whee.

McAllister's potty-training faces are made of Pure Win. If you can see them.

I should probably be worried about the time Byron and Penelope spend together in the bathroom.

But the bathroom is just Byron's favourite place for social interaction.

Awww, mommy and daughter bonding. How sweet.

I have concerns, McAllister. Concerns. About this uniform.

More bonding time. Yay! Penelope is less enthused about this part of bonding.

Penelope: Why is the bathroom taken?! I'm dirty and I need to throw up and-and-and-BATHROOM!

Because it's not like there are four other bathrooms in the house. Yes, I went overboard with the bathrooms.

Rumpleteazer: Feeeeeesh. Yummy.
Feeeeesh: *gulp*

Penelope and the nanny do not get along. At least they're not fighting. I once had a legacy where the spouse and the Nanny would pounce each other in epic warfare mode every time they saw eachother. Made for some traumatized kids.