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The Magpie Prettacy - Generation 3.2!
For some reason, a lot of the pictures in this update are so dark that they're hard to make out in daylight. They look okay at night, when they're lit up by the computer screen. :-/
So, what has happened recently? Well, for one, Ettie and Molly now have boyfriends to help keep them out of aspiration failure. Popularity Sims are murder. Headmaster Ryan popped by to see if the family was still good enough for his school, and despite Cousin Jen and Peter Ottomas behaving like cavemen, Francine was accepted. Isabel gave birth to a son named Bartholomew, who looked just like Burton, so now they have a clone each. Oh, and they got another bleepin' puppy, just so Isabel could get platinum and avoid old age. Louise and Reuben reached adulthood, which resulted in aspiration failure for Reuben, and romantic bliss for our heiress Louise. The update ended with her getting married to fellow Troll Gus and having a baby on the way.
This is just a picture I forgot to include last time. It was too good to be omitted. :)
Mary Elizabeth: Congratulations on having been born. If Louise had come along sooner, there's no way your mother would have had six children. She'd have focused on her career instead.
Reuben: Siiiiigh...
There is always a birthday.
Isabel: Congratulations on having multiplied so much!
Louise: I hope I have six kids as well.
I hope you don't.
Ewwww Louise, your uncle!
The family is getting waaaay too big for the kitchen, so they're back to eating outside. I like their little parties every time someone serves food. :)
Yeah, he got a new job soon after this. :P
Oh no, he's got the same LTW as Louise. :-(
Lucky Weedy gets to spend her days cruising around on the research ship, looking for whales.
Louise: And making the babies is actually half the fun! Last night we...
Reuben: Ewwww. Brother sitting right here!
Isabel: Yes, and I'm not sure I want you telling that sort of things to my impressionable 14-year-old daughter.
Francine: Oh, no! I want to hear alllll about how you make babies. So I can avoid having them now, I mean!
Reuben: I'm so out of here.
Francine: So you're going to have lots of babies, right? I'm sure you can tell me about it some other time, when I'm closer to being an adult myself.
Isabel: Francie, you're not heir. You will not have any Hipster-babies, and that's the end of it!
Alfie, who is actually really old now, rolled the wants to bathe all the dogs. I'm trying to keep him young for a while longer, but he is a Gen 2, and will have to get old some time. Weedy's staying young as long as her daughters are, though.
For a Poodle, Lola is a pig.
That would be a good career for him. He could team up with Neale to make The Gus & Neale Show, where they could poke gently at the cultural differences between Humans and Trolls.
Good thing they've got Ethan around, to deal with bottles and diapers.
Oh, and they have got a pool. You could see it in the background of some of the pictures in the previous update. Their lot is really big, and there's no point in leaving it empty when they've got the funds to develop it.
Louise: Yes, Remington. You have got to come back. Ethan is getting overworked.
Jonathan... Give up, mate.
Michelle: I think you should train at least one of your children in the family tradition of Oceanography.
Louise: No, you see... Gus and I have decided that we're going back to our roots as Trolls. Our children will be 100% Troll, and we're going to teach them the Ancient Way, living off the land. They won't have to work for The Man, even in the name of science.
Yep, the next two generations, 4 and 5, won't be holding down regular jobs. :) Instead they'll find something they're good at, and contribute to the family that way.
Elys: No, Pao. Francine doesn't want to talk to you. She's 14 years old, and is not allowed to talk to weird old men who dye their ponytails and try to look 20!
Yeah, he's an elder.
I got chills.
They're multiplyin'.
And I'm losin' control.
'Cause the power
you're supplyin',
it's electrifyin'!
You better shape up,
'cause I need a man
and my heart is set on you.
You better shape up;
you better understand
to my heart I must be true.
Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to doooooooo.
You're the one that I want.
(You are the one i want), oooh ooh ooooh honey.
The one that I want.
(You are the one i want want), oooh oooh oooh honey.
The one that I want
(You are the one i want want), ooh ooh oooooooh
The one I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.
Oh, yes indeeeeeeeeeed.
Meanwhile...
Bartholomew: Yay, I'm big!
And then he was off to get a new haircut, so he wouldn't look so much like Obama. There's something creepy about children who resemble politicians. Unless they're babies and look like Churchill, because he admitted himself that they couldn't help that.
BTW, this is his personality. I think he's mostly a MacAvoy at heart.
Burton's been rolling wants to learn the FreeTime skills, and anything that helps his lifetime aspiration score is good.
Ettie: You could stand to work up some pecs, actually.
Elmer: Yes, I'm sure I could...
Ettie: The most important thing is that you've fixed your hair, however. I can be seen in public with you now! It was creepy when people thought I was dating someone who was like 50.
She's a fine one to talk, though. If she hadn't been gulping down green-stuff, she'd been almost retirement age.
Tickling equals luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurv.
Louise: Two rings? Twins?
Nah, it's one. The Sim Blender has not told a lie since the third grade, so it can be trusted.
They need more outdoor lights.
In the alternative reality I want to start for them, I need to let them have babies. I have a feeling their faces would clash so well. :) But then again, Ettie may be marrying a certain serial killer from
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alittlestrange's Duckling Prettacy. So many possibilities!
Mary Elizabeth is giving an ear-splitting performance of Money Money Money, Francie's ears are splitting, and Elys thinks it's hilarious. That's pretty much this family's everyday life summed up.
Ettie: Yayyyy! I'm, 20 again!
Now she needs to work out a lot, so she can actually get some promotions.
Louise: The baby's using my bladder as a bouncy castle. :C
Oh, if that's how you want it, fine.
Weedy: I think I'm pregnant, too!
Reuben: I DON'T WANNA LIVE ON THIS PLANET!
Bartholomew: Wow, people in Reality 3.0 are ugly.
Hi Maureen, AKA Not-Weedy. :)
Ethan: How can I perform my duties satisfactorally when they insist on doing it themselves?!
Weedy: Please let me handle the broken sprinklers, Ethan. There's plenty of other stuff you can do!
Now who could he be calling?
Yeah, it's Helena. She's a Romance Sim like he is, and had more bolts with him the night they met than she had with her husband. And despite appearance, they are the same age. Now that they're both widowed, it's time to see if they can cheer each other up. I want Helena to be happy, so she can stay around the ISBI house for a while.
Don't worry, Rowland. You don't have to marry Mallory.
There is chemistry, and a lot of it! :)
Isabel's not going to like this, though. x)
Rowland: Fair Lady, let me kiss thy shapely paw!
Helena: Humans have hands, Rowland. But the sentiment was sweet.
Rowland: Awww yisss, my swagger's back!
ARGH YES I need more light in that lot!
Anyway, you can probably make out their dark shapes making out in the light of the vending machine.
Hi there, Milena.
Yay!
I can't imagine why Rowland would object to that.
Not sure what's up with her, but she's had a rough time so we must forgive her.
And Barth has his career cut out for him! :p
He's a comedian, so making jokes about situations is what he does. Besides, I don't like the angry type of comedians, who pick fights with the audience.
Well done, Gus!
Then a terrible heatwave started making their lives miserable. And no update would be complete without...
DA FLOOOOOO!
I'm sure he is!
Rowland: I'm soooo popular!
He met up with Helena again at Lucky's in Downtown.
Count Knut arrived to bleh on people.
Tina Zarubin was there as well. I think I need to extract the messed-up version of her for use in other hoods. Or maybe an aged up version could be a spouse.
All must fear Count Knut, for he is evil and blue. Notice how his hands aren't, BTW? The default replacement skin is having the face-issue that the witches used to have.
Rowland: SWAGSWAGSWAG!
Rowland:
Thou art my fairy of magic rhyme
Like a starry night in springy time
When unicorns grazeth in ye fields of gold
And a special snowflake in a wynter so cold.
Thou art the hangman of my bleeding heart
Rusty nails in nights so dark
Grindeth my soul to smithereens
And I'm feeleth old
Helena: Awwww, Rowlie! That's sooo beautiful!
*This poem is from a Crackfic I wrote for Twilight.
Rowland: Helena, my darling... I know now that you're the one for me. And we're both a lot older and wiser now than on our first times around the bend. Could you imagine maybe...
Rowland: ...becoming my Fiancée and make it official?
Helena: Oh, Rowland... this isn't stolen!
Helena: I mean YEEESSSS!
As much as I'd like to move Helena into their house, there simply is no room. I had to extend the house later, as you'll see, so Louise's kids could have somewhere to put their beds. Or maybe I could... exchange her for Thad and Reuben? Yeah, that could happen.
Awww, look! It's a good one. :D
Milena does not like Count Knut! It was tempting to make Rowland influence him to bite Helena and Milena, but I couldn't do it. Helena's an uncontrollable, who would just get herself killed by walking outside, and Milena, although controllable now, is too erratic.
It's obvious she's from an ISBI.
Even if she's not going to live with him, at least not for a while, he has the pictures to remember the night by.
Awww, the card he got from Rose, back in the day. :) It was in his inventory.
All the extra skills he's learning, are probably making Burton better equipped for negociating with unstable suspects.
And this message arrived from Helena.
1: Hipsters are not supposed to work out. It hurts their uniqueness if they're fit like models. 2: Get off the bike before you have a heat-stroke!
Louise: OWWWW MY TUMMY HUUUUUUUUURTS!
Louise: GUUUUUUUUUUUS!!! GET IN HERE!
It's a boy, with... surprise, red hair. He's got Gus' green eyes and what seems to be Gus' skintone. Now, what shall we name him?
.......! I think we have ourselves a nick-name as well!
No, it's not cute what so ever.
Oh noes. The uncle-swooning is contageous. With the cousins perving on each other's dads, Rowland seems to follow Reuben's line of thinking about emigration to another planet.
I'm not sure whales can just "speed off", since they don't have propellers installed. But follow it! Albino whales are super rare.
Yessss!
Weedy: Awww yisss! Plunder the oceans! NOMM FISSSSH!
Well, it's kind of an unfair system to begin with. Children are dependent on their variously competent parents, they can't take themselves to school. Where I'm from, you can't make a child fail a year simply for being late, as long as they have learned everything they should. Then again, I'm from a part of the world that is (in some ways, at least) somewhat more chaotic and unpredictable than the US. Maybe we just need to be a bit more lenient around here, in order to get by at all. But I think a Troll might feel the same way.
Whooo! Go you!
Since Louise isn't going to find outside employment, as part of the whole Back to the Farm scheme, she's going to have to learn gardening.
Someone will also have to learn to build Servos, because they're going to have at least one. :) This family will never be small again, will it?
More chance cards. O.o The always so compentent and well-judging Mary Elizabeth has to make a decision again. Telemarketing.
Why does she even bother? x(
Elys: Listen to me Pao, I'm going to explain this to you one more time. Francie does not want to talk to you. She does not want to video-chat with you. She does not want to have sex with you. She does not want to send you pictures of herself in or out of a bikini. She does not want to receive pictures of, or text messages from you. If you call our house again, asking for her, we will notify the police. Now, goodbye to you, Sir.
Good job!
We believe you, Molly.
Thaddeus: Yay, he looks like me. I must be his Daddy!
Let it just be said that Thad skipped school a lot. There are many things he doesn't know.
Burton definitely doesn't want his kids to end up on that track.
Concidering how relatively miserable his childhood was, Burton is one of the most well-adjusted members of the clan. Hopefully his children will turn out like him, and not like their unstable mother. (Foreshadowing...)
Oh no...
Thad: BOOO! Wash the floor with her, Unca Rowlie!
Don't mess with a lumberjack.
She's either telling him about what a cool Dad they've got, or about some dirty novel she's read.
Molly: I knew it was a bad idea to install a cat-door in the bathroom, when we don't even have a cat. Now the stupid dog is stuck again. She'll just have to wait until I'm done serving supper.
Weedy: It's very nice of you to give us an enormous DJ-station, Helena. Not sure where we'll put it, though. We'll have to build a new room for it.
Helena: Psssh, you're welcome. Lonzo brought it home years ago, around the time that club in Downtown was plundered, and it just sat in the attic ever since because people would ask too many questions.
Ethan: Sweeeeet! Ooooh, Mambo #5 is included! I haven't heard that one in ages!
Poor old Ethan. He deserves to have some fun!
Wheeee! It didn't even take her very long!
Louise: Weeeell, we can't start a farming community with only one kid, can we?
Yay! :)
Poor Molly. Being a teacher is murder.
Why wait? Let's buy a cake and see how much damage is done. :) Oh hang on. Something's happening in the other room.
Alright! Mary Elizabeth is officially old! Maybe now she'll get the respect she feels she deserves.
I think we should send Mary Elizabeth a birthday greeting, don't you?
That ought to cheer her up. Now, back to the birthday!
Moment of truth: Is Sharkey heir-material or another clone?
Louise: Please try to look a bit like both Daddy and me.
Okay, casualty report: He's got Gus' eyes. Everything else is classic Magpie.
He's still pretty eligible. If the first kid in the previous generation had looked like that, we'd had an instant heir. I still want to see if they can have a kid with at least two of Gus' features, though.
His personality stats. :) This one's a sweetheart.
Sharkey: Mooooom! This lady is scary! I don't like her teeth!
One thing must be said for the family at this point. They do love to fuss over the babies.
The Simerican school system is apparently really corrupt, and that's what Molly is here to do something about! This is NOT the time for candy!
Molly: Suck on that, Ms Moorington!
Yes, drink it allll up! If you're going to have a shot at heirdom, you need to be house-broken.
I made Louise start teaching her kid to walk, before some dumbass came running with a bottle.
It's also important to let the little ones have fun, so that learning don't become a chore that darkens their existence. :P
I guess Thaddeus is pretty tired of people not paying attention to him anyway, and would feel tempted to try earning some money under the table.
Oh boo hoo, so much money.
This ought to make her happy for the rest of the day, or something?
Isabel's doing good, too.
Reuben may be hovering on the brink of aspiration failure most of the time, but he really seems to be cut out for the rat race.
Hi there, new townie I haven't seen before.
Second trimester. :)
Alfie: I wonder if Weedy's up for another baby?
No, she's not. In fact, she rolled the fear of it.
Rowland: Oh no, there is nobody who cares about Sharkey anymore, now that he's got a little sibling on the way. He's lying there, outside his own warm and comfy home, unconscious and in the process of starving to death.
You know... If you swarming pests didn't take him out of his bed to bathe him or play with him all the time, he wouldn't have been in that situation.
Send Harry. There's just something really cool about a cocoa volcano!
Haaang on! "Poor showing"? It was excellent! It's not Harry or Molly's fault that the science fair judges are so unprofessional that they dismiss a project because they personally don't like the taste of it, without looking at the technical details used for making it! And yeah, boo hoo she had to pay sooooo much, etc.
The merry-go-round is still the best way of making a young Sim happy.
Maybe she can look into the practices of the school distric science fair.
Third trimester. Two dust-rings this time as well.
I really wanted the dogs to have generations the way the family do, so Ettie, who has a high relationship with Avery, convinced him to have some fun in the doghouse with Kate.
Spoiler, it failed. Kate didn't get pregnant.
Blerch!
The kids aren't disciplined too much, so they don't always go to bed at 9pm.
Edna: I wonder what my kid with the Hot Guy from the Sidewalk would look like!
I think I was worried about not taking enough pictures of Sharkey.
Weedy... just no.
Yeps, she's Isabel's daughter.
His Dad will be pleased to hear that. :)
Korey the Headmaster has come to pass judgement. Urrr, why's he coming home from work with whoever it is who's carpooled in a Smoog Minima?
Oh no. Lonzo is reborn. (He's not. Don't worry.)
Isabel is greeted lovingly by her son, while Elys lovingly greets the wall.
Oh, birthdays. What a surprise.
Louise: Hey guise, my water just broke!
Elys: Well, get a mop. Having two babies does not make you special.
She's not bitter about her sixfold motherhood. Not at all.
Louise: Oh my goodness, why did I ever want to be heir?
You can see which members of the family are compassionate and decent, and who are not.
Rowland: I hope it grows up fast, so we can teach it The Way!
Michelle, Thad & Ettie: THE MIRACLE OF BIRTH!
Indeed! It's a girl! I was hoping it was going to be a girl, because I'm unashamedly girl-biased. :D I always worry that I'll get a hate-secret for being misogynist if I say "Yay a boy", but it's actually the other way round. She's got the same genetics as Sharkey.
I don't have a picture of the name generator, but it named her Editha. I absolutely love it, but then again I'm probably mispronouncing it, saying Ee-deeta instead of Edith-uh.
Suddenly they forgot to be enemies.
Molly: I've done it, professor! I'm IN and making waves, and they won't know what hit them!
Awww, he still remembers her after like 7 years!
Mandatory cute dog + kid picture.
OH HECK YES! THANK YOU FORTUNE TELLER LADY!
Francine: My little brother is not going to be taught how to be a filthy capitalist! Hipster!SMASH
Oh no, Molly..!
Maybe changing to non-heat-retaining swimwear would be an idea?
It runs in the family. Yes Burton, it's really aggrevating that she chose to pass out and be in mortal danger in that exact spot, so you can't play Guild Wars on that exact computer. To be fair though, it's probably the only one he's got access to. The others are in bedrooms.
Louise: Oh no! Sharkey has passed out on the hard, cold floor again, about to starve to death, because they can't leave him alone in his crib! And I can't wake him up, and he's going to blame his sister for taking my attention away, and we're all going to end up on TV as a dysfunctional home, and...
Goes around comes around.
Then started a bizarre trend where Elys kept bringing home this little girl named Elise Harris. I think her mother doesn't want to pay for a babysitter.
Francine: So I hear that a lot of ghosts used to live here, when I was a little kid, and that they used to come visit at night. And then some freak accident over at some weirdos' house, where a totally sweet and normal dog barked a bit, made it so that keeping graves at home became illegal. That's like... soooo reactionary.
Isabel: Honey, do you even know who those weirdos were?
Francine: Well, it was nobody in our family, right? We're all tolerant and accepting around here, so we wouldn't have upset our ghosts like that. Why can't people just get educated, and see that ghosts are just misunderstood?
Weedy: *faint*
Ooops. I was too busy making sure all the unconscious people stayed alive to remember it was Sharkey's birthday.
This is how he celebrated it. I think we may have a new Thaddeus.
SIGH!
Then the stairs glitched, and people couldn't go up them. I thought it was stupid Reuben glitching, so I put a bed outside for him.
Working 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin'
Barely getting by
It's all takin' and no givin'
Well, you won't have to deal with that, pumpkin. You're going to be a free farmer!
Louise: *GASP!* Sidewalk Guy???! You're real?! ...yes, she's here. Hang on! Eeeeednaaaaaa..?
Louise: Oh no, he's going to hate me soooo much. He'll probably write a book about what a terrible mother I was, and it will get all 5-star reviews on Amazon!
At least he managed to scarf down a bowl of nutritious soup before he passed out again, in a bed this time.
His room is directly outside Rowland's, and one wall faces the green-house.
I couldn't replace that bit with normal walls, so he'll grow up in close contact with nature.
There weren't many ways to stop Mary Elizabeth's long suffering.
Mary Elizabeth: Dear mister Purple, I'm soooooo poooor! Grant me peace of mind, so I'll finally fit in and be happy in this Hippie Commune I call home!
Someone died. I'm not sure who, to be honest. Sinjin was the oldest in the family at this time, and he's standing right there being creepy.
Oh, maybe this was when Weedy died. No, don't panic! I had just loaded the house up, and I didn't know what had happened, so I exited without saving. If it had happened again, I would have let it go, but it didn't.
No real point in this picture, other than Lou being a good Mom.
The fragile peace could not last.
Rowland BOOO HOOO ISABEL IS SO MEEEEEAN!
Isabel: My father-in-law is soooo hot when he cries like a baby!
....NooooooooooooooooooooOOooOOoooooOOOOOOoooo!
Close enough, Neale. Close enough.
The boys had a day to be kids together. First they had fun on the merry-go-round.
Then they headed to the pool to avoid spontaneous self-combustion.
Edna: I'll just pretend that you're my baby with Sidewalk Guy, okay?
Barth's birthday rolled around.
Bartholomew: Wow, I'm BIG!
He rolled Family. Let's hope he doesn't take it as badly as Reuben. He loves blonde beach babes, so the incestuous tendencies should be limited since most of the family has read hair now.
Nah, I don't think he's in any danger.
Then it was Editha's turn.
Francine got the honour of holding her during the ceremony, since they'll be sharing a room when Editha gets older, and Francine in a way will help raise her.
Francine: So... what do I do next?
Rowland: You need to toss her up in the air, so she can start spinning.
Francine: Um, okay. Like this?
Editha: Wheeeeee!
*PUFF!*
Okay, she's ALL Louise. One generation ago she'd be an automatic heiress, but she's actually the fourth generation to look like that. She's not heir.
None the less, she'll be loved and well taken care of.
This is her personality. She's an odd mix.
Potty-training started right away.
She somehow hasn't scared Elmer away yet.
These two will be awesome roomies.
Not sure why I couldn't give her Smart-Milk, but Louise got some walk-training in with her before bed.
Doesn't the pool look tempting?
This time it was Sinjin who died.
Goodbye, Sinjin. His grave has to go off to the cemetary, but we'll remember him by his children and all the lovely pottery he made.
Poor Isabel, she really liked him.
His daughters had a... mixed reaction.
No, really. Louise does have her own room. She just sneaks off to sleep in her old bed all the time.
Not again.
*Sigh!* At least it's almost autumn.
Weedy: I feel like I have a new purpose in life! <3
Rowland continues being a good "grandfather"
And let's round off with Dagmar coming to deliver bills in her swanky new uniform. :D
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