The Magpie Prettacy - Generation 4.1!
Aug. 11th, 2014 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigeranne
This update is a bit shorter than the previous ones. You still have time for a cup of tea, though.
So what happened last time? Well, for one thing, Bartholomew fell in love with his Dad's colleague, the lovely Vena. They went on a date that kept getting interrupted, but he got his first kiss at the end of the night. Everyone had the flu. Abbie got her Aspiration reset to Family, since she's going to have at least three kids. Michelle Tse was revealed as a huge liar. Kate the dog died. Alfie reached the top of the Political track on the same day he turned elder. Gus got a few promotions, and is now some sort of singer. Sharkey became an adult. Peggy and Editha started hating on each other's faces. Francine wrote another couple of pretentious books, before having a life-altering revelation in the dance-sphere. She denounced her Hipster past, and went looking for her True Path. Weedy became the Hand of Poseidon, vindicating her father's lost dream. Edna got engaged to Tim. Burton FINALLY became Captain Hero, and got his Perma-Plat! Molly's fiancé, Harry, picked a fight with Weedy, causing her to plot a terrible revenge. Editha grew up, and Isabel became old.
Now that Editha is a very old 20-something, it's hard to keep the wee in.
Oh, that's the same one Fronie lost ALL her money on. But the Mags can afford the bill, so... practice.
Meh.
Abbie wanted to have her first kiss, more than anything. So... in an attempt at getting her Aspiration up before she became and adult, I thought I'd try letting her have a teenaged fling that could be forgotten about later.
She got this guy, who wasn't half bad as townies go. I may grow him up and have someone marry him.
They went to Tikki Tacky, and hung out in the snow outside. Abbie just wasn't into the boy, and he wasn't really into her either, despite what the Match Maker said. The wants never really got beyond wanting to talk and play.
She's getting too old soon, anyway.
In other news, they don't need to cook so much anymore. x) There are always at least three or four people not hungry, so this is more than enough.
And I won't let Helena lose her relationship with Jen.
The Penguin keeps waddling in though the front door, through the house, and out into the garden. Maybe it's the pond out back that gets his attention.
If he wasn't one of the prime candidates for who Lora's baby-maker will be, I'd concider letting him replace Harry. Then again, Weedy will eventually kick Harry's butt into the next century, and that will be fun.
I reckoned it was time to put the hobby/crafting room to use, and assign each member of Generation 4 a craft to learn. Sharkey inherited his grandfather's pottery wheel.
Abbie gets to be the robotics inventor. Every self-respecting legacy should have a Servo by at least the half-way point. (Which I just realized is further off than I thought. I got confused and thought the birth of Generation 10 marked the end of the legacy, but it's their coming of age. So the birth of Generation 5 is not quite half way.)
Okay, so Poseidon is this actual real guy who she works with? Sounds like the stakes are really high, and Weedy would like to go out with a bang, so streaking it is!
Ha ha ha, the money Ettie lost! You know, I'm not surprised to hear that Weedy's always wanted to run around nakey.
Good job, Isabel. Credit where it's due.
Burton is ready to take on the villains. :D
Molly: Someone needs a shower, but it can't be me! I look fiiiine!
I'm sure Louise can't wait to shift the responsibility over on her daughter.
Ettie: You guys, I'm a little worried about Barth...
More proof that TS2 can still surprise me. I didn't know that a faulty tub could cause water to leak through the ceiling!
I think Barth needs to get out more.
Barth: Oh no, someone's totally going to mention this on Facebook, and Vena will know!
These are all the ladies Barth has the hots for. He reminds me a bit of Phil.
Doesn't the corner of the landing look all Christmasy? I had to put some objects along the fence, since people were able to walk through it and get stuck.
Francine is taking after her mother. Playing fiddle does suit her, now that she's gone all folksy.
Aaand here's her long-awaited fifth novel! Something rather different, wouldn't you say?
I think that's the best she's ever been paid for a book, too.
Editha: If Francie can write novels, then bloody well so can I!
This is Editha's novel, Deceit in Houston.
An old guy playing an electrical piano, it kind of reminds me of my Dad. :)
Peggy: I'll be so happy when we don't have to do homework every day! And we actually get PAID for what we do!
Peggy's rolled the want to be a toy-maker.
Francie's first painting: Rowland and Helena on their wedding day.
Jonathan: Oh you know... Getting chewed out by the chef at work. Chewing out Curtis at home. Just the regular stuff.
This is Caitlin without frostbite. :P
Oy, she's still your boss, has the power to send you to live with a much less stable family of her choosing!
Francine: Did you know she's Peggy's mother?
Um, it's pretty obvious that Francie really didn't pay much attention to her family for a couple of decades?
Oh noes, we have a nose-flicker in the neighbourhood! And the Magpie-noses must be very tempting to flick.
I thought it was only fair if Francie also go a shot at romance.
And she can afford to spend some cash on it.
Apparently her soul-mate is Bruce Raucher. He reminds me of someone. Hang on, he's going to get a little make-over... heee heee.
Francine: Snape is my favourite character. He's so complex and unpredictable, you never know where you have him.
Bruce: You've got good taste in men!
Francine: This is how they do remote healing in Ireland, where my roots are from.
(I'm pretty sure it's not.)
You weren't exactly the most entertaining yourself, Severuce.
Duffy became a little terror, who ran around growling at people. Looks like she'll have to be penned.
Bartholomew: This is a song I wrote to you, from my heart: Oh Veeeeena, don't me a meeeeean-a...
Vena: That was super-sweet. Not like eloquent, well-composed, melodic or anything, but there was something heartrendingly sincere about your performance.
Bartholomew: So does that mean you like me?
Vena: Yes.
Now they're officially a couple. :)
Looks like she's a fickle one. I think maybe her Aspiration is Romance.
Not sure what's going on here. I probably took it for a reason, but I can't think of any.
Definitely not let them off!
YESSSS! Have fun in space, darling!
Her Dad is probably having a very large celebratory punch at the Afterlife Luau. His kids have done well. One's an astronaut, another one is the city's Mayor, yet another is a high-ranking attorney, and one... is there with him, but without access to the VIP lounge. Three out of four, eh?
BTW, this is Barth's date still going on.
Also, this is... someone. I need to post my updates sooner, before I forget stuff.
And then it was time for the twins' big day.
Here's Peggy, barely changed at all.
If she wasn't so materialistic, she might have been a bit happier.
And Abbie, also just the same. I think she's definitely the cutest Sim this family has produced this far. I don't count Francie, because she's all Isabel.
Ooops. She was in seriously low Aspiration before I changed it, and the only high-point want she had was that elusive kiss.
Allan: Ethan is very sorry he couldn't attend your occasion, but I have made festive food.
Slices with jam. Thank you, Allan. It's very nice of you.
Editha has a tendency to being a bit late to the party.
I'll spare you another five-foot screenshot, but they all had the flu again.
And this isn't good!
It looks like he has lots more. This was kind of how Neale's meter looked as well.
Compare to Louise, who had 15 days left.
OH NOEZ IT WAS THE PHIL, AND HE WAS GOING TO KILLED EVERY1 AND... Wait. wrong story.
Anyways, it was time to see if Chester could be summoned. At this point he just lived in the family bin.
Okay, he's got red hair. And he's probably logical. But that's not Chester. New date, please!
Whatever.
He's not even got the right hair-colour! Bye bye!
You don't have to.
Match-Maker, are you kidding? That's the same one we just sent back!
Okay, that's a vast improvement, but it's not the guy we're asking for. How hard IS IT?
Well, yeah. If you'd have been send back before the next one arrived, it would have been you again, wouldn't it?
Abbie didn't even talk to him. She went to bed so that Exterminator Dude couldn't slap her silly.
At least these two have already found each other.
Go away, Monrad. Louise's trying to save her husband's life here. Also, look at her kissy face. x)
Harry: It's not like I don't know what you're going to do in there.
Gus: Go away, Harry!
Harry: Whoo yeah, baby! They say he does put on a great show!
Harry: And I didn't even have to pay for a ticket! This is going to be something to tell the guys at the House!
Monrad: It sure looks like they are enjoying a quiet evening by the ocean as lovers do and probably are very mad that they are being observed possibly in the act of creating new life to walk this very planet. We should show discretion and send them a pair of booties for the baby shower because I believe Petunia knows how to knit and purl and probably also crochet.
Harry: Petunia wouldn't knit socks for free. Unless we told her it was for charity, which it kind of would be, since their kids live outdoors.
Okay, that was random.
Standard beach-grub: Vegetable wraps.
Louise: I'm not saying your act as a whole isn't funny, just that the song about the Sumo-wrestler may be a little culturally insensitive.
Jennifer: Cousin Louise! You've got a sun tan!
I played this during what may have been the hottest week of the hottest summer for 44 years, so this was me wishing there was a beach nearby.
Louise: Gus, you don't have to put sun-block on your swim-suit.
Gus: I don't want to get tan-lines.
Sun-bathing in pouring rain. How summery. (It was only early spring in the game. They got really cold.)
Here's Geneva. She's the original version of Lenna. I liked her so much that I decided my game needed her in another version. Geneva's not seen around much.
Right, he was her brother. :-/ I think they were even teenagers together for a while.
Andrei: Welp, it's better than the stuff I get at home.
(Because Anya very often only has time to whip out the sausages and potato salad before someone bites the dust.)
Louise: Oh, hi there, Mary Elizabeth's boyfriend. Shouldn't you be old by now? Maybe you're his son?
Beach combing. :)
Back home it was still Arctic temperatures. Ettie thought Barth was really hot, and Gus could drink some youth potion.
The roses are from Vena and Louise. The bag of poo is for Abbie, with love from Exterminator-Dude.
They are perfect opposites from each other. Being twins makes it even funnier.
Helena's ready for her first space ride. :)
Since the Match Maker was pretty stupid about bringing Chester around, I thought Abbie would have a better shot at running into him at a community lot. The beach is good for long stake-outs, since it has all the things necessary to stay there for a few days.
I'm planning on extending the beach-line with another lot, which will have more of a promenade feel to it.
Jarvis: The weeks were so much better in 1990!
Abbie: This is pretty much how I imagine Hogwarts.
(Oh, and I have to do a cross-over with Harry Potter for the Starblooms. That could get really fun!)
Tiffany: Why is Andrei crying?
Jarvis: Something about a lost childhood dream. But I fell through the time gate before those books were even written.
It was kind of boring just waiting for Chester to pop up, so I had Abbie learn break-dancing.
Well, she does have the booty of a dancer.
Abbie: I... think I sprained something in my spine.
Instructor: Yeah, that's a common newbie problem.
Abbie: Crap, the rain makes the coals give off too much smoke!
Yeah, that IS something to feel a bit ambivalent towards.
She hung out at Sims gone Wired for a while, because I figured it was the kind of place that would attract a nerd like Chester. Then I figured out that I hadn't even put him in the hood yet.
Awww don't worry, Brice. You won't have to see Curtis ever again.
This was obviously before his wife was even born. He really made it just in the nick of time.
Mrs. C is knitting a huge stocking for her great-nieces to receive coal in.
And then Exterminator Dude stalked by.
Abbie was getting hungry, so I let her go for a meal before heading back home. Spoiler, Chester wasn't there.
Isabel was late for work, so she took the helicopter. That's the first time it's ever been useful.
Which one of them should have to go live with Jen? Her house is pretty spaceous at the moment.
Oooooh are you going to
Editha: What's that? A burning paper bag on an old barrel?
Abbie: Oh, that's my shrine to Exterminator Dude.
So Chester got put in a house, and I made sure he had a phone and a computer. (And, for some weird reason, a bed.) Abbie headed back to the beach for a new stalking session.
She met Ethan. He hangs out there a lot, like many of the Asylum guys.
Seriously? He's hot to her? I'm pretty sure his hair's actually brown, and that he has NO logic points. Anyway, he's not eligible for marriage, no matter how many little babbies he wants.
And he's much too shy for the Magpie family.
Abbie: You remind me of my grandfather. :D
Dan: How... flattering. Bye.
Abbie: I have a weird feeling about the blue tent.
Jennifer also hangs out on the beach a lot. I think maybe she tries to get less "pail".
Abbie: I kind of like being a hippie.
Oh, hang on. That guy there, Bruce, is the clone I made of Lonzo. I knew I had changed him quite a bit.
This is Amelia, who I have all sorts of intentions about marrying into either legacy, when they produce a good male heir. Yeah, it was pretty cold at the beach.
Abbie had lunch with Samantha Ottomas and Flat Face. He could definitely be the baby daddy of Generation 6, if there is another female heir. I actually hope for a really epic boy this time, so I can try getting Mallory in their gene pool. The Generation 6 heir has to marry someone good looking, so there are only two more generations worth of true ugliness left.
This is Amelia's twin, Phillippa. I couldn't decide which version of her face I like better. :P
I usually forget having them dig for souvenirs. Abbie found some sea glass.
Abbie: Hi, Nikkie. Fun to see you here.
Nikkie: Yeah, I just had to get out. Can't stand seeing Simon's face all day!
At least that's not a problem anymore.
Abbie: I'm here looking for someone. Apparently there is this one guy who's meant to be my soul-mate, but I have no idea who he is or what he looks like. But they tell me that when I see him, I will just know.
Nikkie: Awww, that sounds like a fairy tale. Or like a really good fantasy novel, not that vampire nonsense. I wish I could meet someone to rescue me from home, but Mom says I can't ever. :(
Monrad: You can come and live with us since we now have an available bed because one of our housemates passed on after repeatedly failing to sustain himself in part due to the selfishness of other individuals and in part his own mental state and something about you resembles him and you might be the one to fill the void.
Nikkie: Oh, eh.... Thank you, I guess.
Look at these two gothic twins!
Speaking of that guy who died at the Asylum, this is his "sister". Her name is Tressie, another strange name from the generator, that I've never heard before.
Abbie: Marshmallows for supper, at 4am! I'm going to miss this place.
This is the good witch, and I took a picture because..?
Yeah, shut up Malcolm! You're face is not a basket of peaches either.
Looks like Curtis got tired of being alternatingly smacked in the face by Jonathan and Brice.
Weedy would lose so much respect for him if he didn't eat it, the chance of a little food poisoning is worth it.
That was a boring chance card.
Abbie's filling in the hole one of the dogs dug, so people will have a clearer view of her art installation.
Then she helped her Mom out in the greenhouse. At least they haven't killed this bunch of plants.
That's the firs time anyone's played with the train.
Gus: Yes, Mr. Headmaster, I know the chopter is loud. But you really need to let me in, so I can get to my performance.
Isabel's home. Going to work in such style must have made her day.
And it's warm enough again to resume their nightly supper parties. :)
That's as far as I've played. I'm now all caught up on my backlog, and can start playing again. Yay! I've seen Chester around many times while playing the Starblooms, so finding him shouldn't be too hard now.
Oh, right! I've got another Starbloom update coming. THEN I'll have caught up!
