The Middleton Legacies 1.4
The Middleton Legacies
1.4
Previously
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Previously
Helene gives birth to Alder and ages into an Adult. Colter reaches the top of the business career ladder, Daniel starts young and begins scoping for potentially hawt chix under the pretense of a slumber party, and Alder has his toddler birthday!
Today I would like to introduce you to the brothers. For no other reason than Colter suddenly missing his sibling and deciding to pay him a little visit.
That charming gentleman in the tux is Francis Middleton, Colter's younger brother. What's awfully strange (and slightly disturbing), is that they have the romantic option if you click for interactions. Sims, you need to sort your shit out.
Anyway, they are so alike, they even share the same thoughts and make the same gestures every now and then.
... while back home, Helene's being the good mother she is.
d'awwww
Colter: You've been working so hard, all you do is clean all day. It really touches my heart.
Helene: Gee, Colt. I'm only doing what any other non-slob sim out there would do.
Colt: I mean it. You know what you need?
Helene: A non party-animal husband who might help around a bit?
Colter: A vacation. To France. With me.
*plus plus
So off they go, leaving the kids with this fellow (again).
Gosh, there needs to be more townies.
Anyhoo, off to France they fly. On a sidenote, no skills were raised during their vacation, and they only stayed for the shortest amount of time possible. I just wanted to see what this World-Adventures fuss was all about, since I've had it installed for yonks but never actually went on a foreign trip.
Helene uses the opportunity to learn a few songs.
French lady: Premettez-moi to demonstrate. Do not forget hand gestures. These are important.
Helene: Ah, like this?
French lady: Non, non. You need to put more soul into it!
Not able to impress the Singing Lady, Helene decides to go on a little adventure to the pseudo-Stonehenge ruins.
Forgive the shoddy trees. And the bad park job.
But once the limo backs up off the flowerbed, she finds something interesting ...
A hidden tomb! How fascinating!
Never mind all the bad horror-movie scenarios that could possibly come up down there, you're going in!
So she does what Sim God tells her to do ...
... and was immediately met by obstacles.
Helene: I'm so glad I'm not pregnant right now.
Where is your husband, Helene?!
I should have known.
Helene: When I find him, I swear I'll take this pick-axe and ram it up his---
Colter: I'm comin' babe!
Helene: Oh! I knew you wouldn't leave me here alone in this horror-fest!
Colter: Hush now, I'm here my love.
Helene: I was ever so frightened ...
Colter: Hush.
Sim God: .........
So the lovebirds progress onto the next rooms, passing obstacle after obstacle as a team ...
Colter: I got this, babe.
Helene: Hmmm ... these walls are giving me some serious redecorating ideas ...
Colter: I'll get the probably-booby-trapped treasure, love.
You just go on stand over there and look pretty.
And once they make it out alive and back to their basecamp, Helene shows him her gratitude by demonstrating her recently-acquired singing abilities.
Colter: Oh. That ... I felt that. Right here.
I think you nailed it, Helene.
Uh, guys ..... ?
....maybe you nailed it a little too well.
Sexy times are over, and it's back home to the kids we go. Speaking of which, I certainly hope Daniel hasn't decided to off his little brother yet.
Oh. They seem to be getting along just fine.
n'aaawwwwww
So much for your depression, Daniel. You seem to love your brother very much.
Daniel: Where is the babysitter? This is his job!
Well, the parents are back, and Helene goes off to chillax on the sofa while Colter catches up with little Alder.
Helene: I'm not feeling so good ...
Sorry, Helene, but the Random Roller of Fate has spoken you shall have three children. Mwahahahaha.
But this time, I'll be damned if you have another boy. Sim God demands you have a girl. And since Sim God has heard rumours that eating watermelons bump up the chances of rolling a girl, guess what I make Helene do?
You guessed it.
Eat all the watermelons!
A few sim-days later, it was Alder's birthday, and the Middletons decided to celebrate by taking the family out to Mick's Karaoke Bar.
Helene is not impressed with her husband's fangirls.
Fangirl: Alder should totally become heir.
He is like whooooaaa. He's gonna be one lady killa when he grows up.
Colter: Yes, but Daniel is a bright kid.
He got on the honour roll.
And he does a mean karaoke. Look at him go, he's right there.
Helene: Bet you can't bend your head at a perfect 90-degree angle like I can.
Eager to stop the birthday singing, it was only a few sim-minutes before Alder started to sparkle. Daddy, of course, is missing out on this important occasion.
Looking cool by the pool.
And after a haircut, here he is:
The lady killa.
The Random Roller picked out Grumpy for him.
Helene celebrates by--
-- eating another watermelon.
Damn, girl, you really do want a baby girl, hey?
Alder: Where's Dad? I can't believe he missed it....
Uh-oh ....
That's not really a good look for you, Helene.
Daniel: Oh man, my title as heir is seriously on the rocks here.
So I had Colter take Helene to the hospital, leaving their children to run along home by themselves.
Erm .... I'm all pro gender-equality and everything, but isn't it much safer if you took the wheel, Colt?
Colter: But I'm starving!
Helene: Oh. You've got problems?!
Will the watermelons work its magic???
After a few sim-hours of sim-labour-pain, Helene comes out and......
Meet Catrain Middleton.
Watermelons were a success!
Sim God got to choose two traits for her (yet again), but left it in the hands of the magnificent Random Roller. She is a genius and a virtuoso.
I only just realized that some people might read that name as Cat Rain. Mon dieu, no! It's supposed to rhyme with Elaine.
WAIT UP!
What's this?!
Meet Alaise Middleton; she is good and easily impressed.
Awww hell no. This is gonna cause some serious lagging.
Sim God did not bargain for twins.
Damn you, watermelons!!!
Colter: This is your fault, Sim God. Your fault.
No, it's YOUR fault for having some smexy-shower-woo-hoo times in France. Don't you know the fertility roll is higher in France?!
Shit just got real.
Next time: The children grow up. Sim God doesn't know which heir to choose. Space is running out in the Middleton household (and damn the flashing glitch!) so someone needs to be kicked out. Stat. The question is, who?