The Magpie Prettacy - Generation 4.4!
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tigeranne
Feel free to just skip all the chance cards at the beginning. There's a lot of them.
It's been 39854398 years since the last update from the Magpies, so we need a little refresher of what has happened to them.
Last time, there was an awful glitch that caused the game to freeze up, and I had to move everyone out and in again. Jennifer and Jerome failed at attracting Mrs. C.'s wrath, because she was too busy knitting. Abbie had baby number three, a blonde girl named Flora. Gregory and Bertram got their toddler training, and grew up as "twins". Bertie took after his mother, Weedy, in everything. Jojo, the newest dog, refused to eat at all. Another feud arose, this time between Molly and Sharkey. Elys died of oldness, aged 359 or thereabouts. Isabel suddenly remembered that she hated Rowland. Editha wrote crappy romance paper-backs, and it made her feel acomplished. Francine wrapped up her novelist career to focus on her painting. Peggy failed at life, and was in danger of growing old. Leicester grew up to teenhood, rolled Knowledge, and declared that he wants to be a space pirate. And all of this was before Half-time!
Flora grew up to a giant nose on legs, which put her in the lead for heir. Abbie got pregnant again, and had the only red-headed child of this generation, Philomena - known as Ferrett. (Thank you, name generator! :D) All of her children had strong sibling similarities, while still managing to be individuals. Headmaster Wince allowed all the boys into his school. Flora grew up surprisingly badly, despite having learned skills. The Starbloom kids hung out. Louise reached Perma-Plat. :D The "twins" became teens. Bertram rolled Popularity, and wants to be the family's new Hall-of-Famer. Gregory rolled Fortune, wants to become a Business Tycoon, and lost heirship for picking an annoying Aspiration. Isabel died, leaving money to her parents' butler, but nothing for her son, Barth. The update ended with Gus and Sharkey having a hateful dad/son fight sans dustcloud. It was terrible.
Flora: Is it morning already? :(
Flora: Ooooh, but it's snowing! Yayy!
There's only one rule: Don't let the boss win!
He got a job as an English teacher, since he was so good at spelling.
Peggy also got a chance card. Knowing how arguementative she is, I don't think she's be able to keep her opinion to herself for very long.
Yay, enthusiasm...
They just keep coming. :( Maybe if I didn't have so many employed Sims in the house, I wouldn't get so many chance cards. I say go for Bixby Rabbit. Reading comprehension is one of the most important skills to learn, while you can get pretty far in life without ever having to see algebra. (This Legacy is not suitable for readers under 18 years of age, as it contains opinions that may be harmful to minors.)
The Simerican government seems to agree.
Weedy really had the hots for Allan
She did it! Ettie is in Perma-Plat! Now she can grow old happy and fulfilled. :)
Chester came home with a promotion, too.
So did Peggy. :) And she brought home Ernest the Reformer. I didn't see him as an athlete, but then again, you shouldn't assume.
Trilby: Ahem! I would like to take this opportunity to inform everyone that I - Trilby Starbloom - is not really a juvenile delinquent, and I did not kill Remington Wren and the Headmaster. I'm simply an unfortunate looking child actor, whose family is starring in the worst soap opera ever. Wish I could live with my Dad.
I'm sorry for this stampede of chance cards. At least this was a good one. Gus' creepy dummy lost its head! :D Ditch it good!
I feel bad for the poor people it landed on.
Ernest: You're almost as pretty as your aunt was! Do you want to hear my manifesto? ;)
Ettie: That every act you perform somehow leads to less love and more suffering in the world?
Ernest: Exactly!
Poor Ferrett. She celebrated her birthday in the bathroom. Life is rough for spares. :(
But she grew up well, and that's the important part.
By the way, this is her personality. She's an Aquarius, which I think is fairly uncommon in this family, but I could be wrong. I haven't bothered to look at Chester's stats, she may take after him.
Gargarney: I'm here to pick up my brother. We have to work on the script for the next episode. Yeah, we write the scripts, isn't that obvious?
This isn't actually as creepy as it looks. It's just Rowland leaping from the karaoke machine, and thrusting his hand through the ceiling.
The game began lagging again, and I used the Bat Box to indiscriminately nuke stuff. Suddenly this message popped up, and popped up... and popped up. Allan couldn't find his way out of the door, apparently. I deleted him and... the game was fine. You guys... it was the butler. The butler did it! At first I thought it was maybe CyJon's butler hacks conflicting with some other mod I had, but later, when I played the MacAvoys and Starblooms, I noticed that the problem always started after Allan turned up. I probably shouldn't have messed with his appearance. They'll have to do without butlers in this neighbourhood.
Ooops, I think I acidentally the defaults! The Coffee Skins are very pretty, but I only meant to put in the custom version.
There! Back to normal.
Suddenly I noticed that those wallpapers have a horizontal seam, and then I couldn't unsee it. They had to go.
Finally! No more hinge-mouth dummy!
It was time to get the girls into private school, and make Chester happy.
This picture is only here to be cute. I felt like I should probably take more pictures of their everyday life.
Garg: SCHNARRRRRF!
Editha: Um... They don't feed you at home?
Garg: Yeah, they do... occasionally. Just ask my Grandmother.
Francine: Do we know her?
Garg: Durrrh? She's sitting right oposite me!
Editha: Now that you mention it, I can see the family similarity.
Liranda: OMMM NOMMMM NOMMMM!
Speaking of their relatives...
Edgar: I dig you hair, man! If I had follicles at the top of my head, I'd totally worn it like that!
Simon was on the beach as well. I guess Burton is his uncle now. The relations confuse even ME!
Hat Lady: Go away! I hate all you green-haired people littering the beach!
Burton: Hey, that's prejudiced!
Melody: Don't listen to her! She's just scared because she knows we have Elf powers! We can turn her into a barnacle!
Fred: And I think my family is strange at times...
Speaking of Elves (and whatever else she is), here's Laurelin.
There was chemistry. :) I want to keep Burton his current age, and he sucks at getting points, so a little flirting was in order.
No, I don't think so. Aileen is Human!Weedy. Let's keep the amount of explosives to a minimum, and I'm not really talking about dynamite.
Who needs a butler, when there are so many high-skill Sims in the house.
Since it was impossible to call Allan, I had Weedy try her luck with the Match Maker. She didn't need a good looking guy, by any means. An ugly townie, that I could give a funny make-over, would be perfect.
Match Maker: Is this ugly enough?
Instead of someone hilariously ugly, she got this guy who wasn't that bad.
Not bad by half, actually. His name's Gordon, I'm pretty sure. I should really write these things down while I play. But let's just say that his name is Gordon, and it it's not, then I'll change it to be. He looks like a "Gordon".
Gordon: Is that the Repo-van pulling up to your house?
Weedy: Yeah, looks like it. Don't worry, we've got plenty of money. It's just our memories for paying bills that are a bit suck.
Speaking of suck... They got along smokingly, but for some reason the date got off on a bad start. Whatever, it got better.
Gordon: I'm glad I'm not dating a lady from a criminal family, because I'm a cop and that would be a conflict of interests.
Weedy: Oooooh, I love men in uniform!
Jennifer interrupted the date with that infamous chance card. Remember I said that at one point I chose the nuclear plant? That was now.
Oooops, Jennifer is fired. :D How tragic, now she has to become a famous chef like her LTW dictates!
Yep, he likes her.
And in the Magpie family, nothing says "bonding" like a cheesy karaoke duet. I turned the sound on for this one. Weedy sounded great, Gordon... kind of like that very drunk guy you had to listen to at the pub that one time.
*MMMMMPF!*
Then the Headmaster showed up, and the date had to continue unsupervised.
Abbie: Oh, it's you, Mr. Jitmakusol!* Come in, please!
*No relation to Phil.
Gordon ran off, but he was more than willing to repeat the experience. They're three-bolters, enough said.
Then I got the notice that Flora was about to grow up. She was doing really great at this point, so I wasn't worried.
Korey: Haven't I seen you before?
Helena: Um, no? Don't think so.
Korey: But you look just like a girl who went to our school, say... three years ago.
Helena: No, that wasn't me. I'm 32. (And has been so for about a century.)
I got curious to exactly how long this legacy has been, in terms of Sim-years, so I went looking through the pictures. I've got a mod that sets seasons to 14 days each, so a year is 58 days. Douglas moved in to his shack on the last day of summer Year 1, and the three eldest kids grew up during the first winter. The family had just experienced their third winter, and was about half way through spring Year 3 before the move.
The timeline got scrunched up there, as they were fast-forwarded to end of summer. At this point, they were in their fourth winter. If they hadn't moved, they would probably have just about passed the 4-year mark of Douglas' arrival in the hood.
The MacAvoys follow closely behind, having also moved houses at almost the same point in their time-line.
Rowland: Does your school teach sex-ed?
Abbie: Grandpa, you mustn't ask stuff like that at dinner! x)
Korey: Rest assured, Mr. Magpie. Our students learn about the birds and the bees!
(I didn't get a screencap of it, but Korey did reply with a woohoo-speech-bubble.)
Korey: We also have a great music program, where we teach our students what good music is! Country is strictly prohibited!
Chester: That's great! Growing up in this redneck house, my kids have been exposed to that filth for too long! I'm so happy to hear that your school will teach them a broader perspective! Mainstream rock and hit-list pop is banned too, I hope.
Korey: Mainstream rock is reason for expulsion!
Chester: And you know what else I'm really against? Video games! My kids have one they call "The Jims 3" or something. It's horrifying. I used to be really into gaming and stuff, myself. But now that I'm working in investigative journalism, I've seen proof of how harmful mainstream anything is!
Korey: There appears to be a large elephant in this room. May I suggest you enroll your children in our "Family communication" class? It would give them the necessary emotional tools to handle discrepancies between the realities they face at school and at home.
I thought this was really good, until I saw
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alittlestrange's score. Still the most successful Headmaster visit I've had in this install of the game, though. (And probably ever.)
Abbie and Chester celebrated that their daughters were out of the anti-intellectual quagmire that is Simerican public school. Sorry, Molly.
And because Chester is now a society-reprimanding journalist, bent on sticking it to The Man, he had to look like one.
It also warmed his heart to see his daughter practicing holding appeals. (Even if it was against tyrannical Patriarchs trying to ban you from listening to One Direction. At least she's passionate.)
And no, 15 is not too old to sleep in your Mom's bed when you've had a nightmare.
Bertie: Zzzz... step-father.... ZZZ... he's big and scary and rides a Harley... Zzzz
No, not really. Weedy popped the question to Gordon. They won't be getting married in a while, but I like having things a bit official.
Weedy: Is it true that she was arrested for putting a classmate in a coma?
Gordon: Pfffffffff no! LOL!
Weedy: I don't know any other adults I can talk like this to. You're like my soul-mate. *strokes*
Gordon: Awwww, you're mine too, baby! <3
[Insert "I am Cupid, bringer of Love!" joke here]
Then Weedy proceeded to roll the most horrifyingly hilarious fear ever. If it's any consolation, he appears to have been cremated.
Weedy: This is the exact spot where my late husband and myself made our son.
Gordon: Interesting fact to know. *MINUS*
Weedy: Yeah, I've got a teenager, just thought you should know. He wasn't made in this car, though.
Gordon: Goodbye, virginity! I can walk into the station a little taller tomorrow! :D
Oh, and Chester got promoted. Back to the romantic action!
Just look at that expression of utter adoration on Weedy's face! It's almost a little scary.
Weedy: I've taken the key away from Bertie, harr harr harr.
Gordon: You know, baby, I've got a great feeling about us two!
Weedy: Wanna join my "Save the Sea Kittens" group? :D
Isn't he just precious? x)
I can't remember downloading a recolour of Grandma's Comfort Soup. O.o My Sims make both the lighter version and that one. Both of them cure colds. Maybe that's the burned state, but it doesn't really look burned. Besides, GCS shows up twice on the menu.
I actually told Jen to stay home, but she snuck off to go to work anyway. Oh well, she won't be staying in that career, even if it wouldn't take her long to get back to the top.
Oh, this one... Molly went for the cocoa volcano and got demoted, so I thought Barth should try Sally and her projector.
You just can't win when the judges are that unprofessional! D:<
Barth: Boooo hooooo, and they said I looked unprofessional!
Yeah, I think he definitely needed to look a little bit less like the students' punked-out older friend, and more like someone with a bit of authority. It's only until he gets promoted up to college level, and then he'll have the seniority to go wild with his appearance again. Besides, Vena likes him with crazy hair.
"Knights of the Square Table"? Nah.
I'd like to know what sort of weapon the duel was fought with, because I can't remember Gus ever winning a single brawl at home.
The scanner is genius for learning cleaning. :)
Lora's birthday. :) She grew up so fast! *sniff*
Looks like she inherited her Mom's halter-neck. It was too cold to wear it, though.
She rolled Knowledge! Douglas must be besides himself with pride in the Afterlife.
And with that, I think I'll have mercy on you. HALF TIME!
Okay? You're clean, fed and rested now? On we go!
Gus got another promotion.
Flora scored a few more Heir-points by teaching Ferrett how to do her homework. Well, she was already heir, since she's Knowledge and the only real competition rolled Fortune.
Gordon asked Weedy to go Downtown, and I sent her out despite her being pretty tired. She had no choice but to go by taxi.
Weedy: Hmm, looks like it's not a huge group outing. This may not suck that bad.
Weedy: Lily Fox* is such a snob. She discovered that she had the same hair-do as me, and that hurt her uniqueness. So now she's wearing a really greasy plastic wig instead!
Gordon: Ha ha ha! Dumbass!
*Her name is really Lily Fuchs, but that looks like it sounds nasty in English, and it actually means fox, so that's what I'm going to call her.
Contessa was out and about, dressed warmly for the occasion. Look, no blue-face! I discovered where the duplicate eye-defaults were hiding. :D
Um yeah. I was actually only going to have them take photos, but... accidentally clicked the wrong choice. Not that Weedy minded at all...
This is Contessa. She has a thing against walking up stairs when she can fly, I think.
Weedy was getting sleepy, so they went home.
Hello, Riana. :)
Flora declared her LTW, and I approve! I can definitely handle two Space Pirates.
I love the default replacement uniforms!
Flora is definitely not what you'd call "pretty" in the ordinary sense, but I love her face! She's mostly Chester, but I think maybe she's got Abbie's lips as well as the big honker.
Burton: One day I'm going to come barging into the classroom, dressed in my Captain Hero suit, and start rocking out. Korey's going to lose the rest of his hair in shock!
Laurelin: That would be SO cool! Can I come?
Burton: Sure you can. You're a goddess of Rock, aren't you?
Laurelin: Nah, that's only on the lame show my twin sister makes. I can't actually play two notes. But hey, I'm not the one who had actual plastic surgery to become ugly, just because it said so in the script.
Burton: So, you're the smart twin?
Laurelin: Yep.
Louise and Edna still have a while left before they become old, but I need to train new gardeners to take over. It would make most sense to have a couple of the immortals do it, probably.
Burton needed a new romantic interest to score points with, because I have yet to discover any other method as efficient for that purpose as having a date. And he liked Laurelin, so she gets the honor. I'm not planning on hooking her up with anyone as part of the plot of the Travecy. They're so gloriously weird together.
Chester can be a good dad, occasionally. :) He's never been exacly faily, but never too involved, either.
Alright, so his name is Dorian. I'm still going to call him Gordon.
It's kind of fun seeing the bunch come home from work, dressed in their various uniforms and outfits.
Oh, and they got promoted.
Awww, Nikkie came by. :)
Jennifer was happy to see her, but I can't help but feeling that she looks a little sad. It was the last time they ever met. :'(
Helena: (She's my grand-daughter. It's unreal! :-/)
Helena probably hadn't seen Nikkie since she was a child. She moved out between MacAvoy updates 3.2 and 3.3, narrowly escaping the Great Failocalypse.
Gordon is the generous type. I'll give him that.
But they already had a DJ station, and there was no room for another one. It builds creativity crazy fast. Flora went from having no skill, to maxing it out, in less than a week. She loves the darn thing.
She loves it so much that she stayed up all night playing with it. Then she changed into her uniform, and trotted off to school.
Sweet carpool! (I can't remember whose it is, ha ha. It looks too stylish to be Sharkey's.)
Not this one again? Okay, let's try Harry.
Boo hoo, not quite 500 Simoleons. They only had like 500 thousand of them at this point.
There is barely anything I like less about writing updates than commenting the chance cards, not even the cropping. Honest review, of course.
At least it's a skill point.
Then it was time for Leicester to start preparing for adulthood and responsibility.
Five-kid homework party. :) Most of them were in their PJs because their day-rythms were screwed, and they went to bed right after school. By the time homework woke them up, they were mostly rested again, and ready for a new night of not sleeping.
I wasn't very strict with Generation 5.
To be honest, I don't really care too much about Sharkey's career. I want him to get Perma-Plat, and it's a good thing that he can get it from topping a career, but it's the Slacker track, so I'm not really proud of him. He's like the black sheep.
Whatever it was he chose, he more than got away with it.
The party-room is a success. Someone is always hanging out in there, dancing, DJ-ing or singing karaoke.
Laurelin: Burton, it's not nice to laugh at people who can't dance.
Burton: It is when they are your relatives!
Ferrett was slightly more neglected that Flora, mostly because it was so darn hard to take care of Peggy.
Pastel colours. Cloud wall-papers. Disco lights. Spiked bleached hair. A green mohawk. A heart with an arrow through it. I think I managed to sum up the spirit of 1980s' pop-culture in one picture.
It did the trick, anyway. She accepted!
More dining-room spam coming. I love getting many Sims in one picture.
Family members of higher ranks get better breakfast, apparently. (Not really. The current Head of House only got the scrambled eggs and bacon.)
Hooray! I know who will be the first to ask for Perma-Plat!
Edna: Soooo, Mister Purple...
Genie: That's not my name.
Edna: I mean... Honoured Mr. Genie, Sir. Would you be so kind as to grant a poor servant girl a glimmer of happiness?
TADAA! Now she won't mope around anymore. :D And I won't have to feel bad for letting her age up.
Honestly, I don't see Peggy as the sort who puts in any unnecessary effort. She'd be glad to let her co-worker handle the deco.
If you say so, game.
Then it was Leicester's birthday.
Flora seemed more exited about it than he was.
HALF-WAY POINT, ladies and gentlemen! Not of the update, of the Legacy itself!
I hope so! :D
Something else. I don't really care about Gus' career either. x)
Charisma is some of the worst to skill for, so I'm always happy if they can gain a point or two.
Parsley: You look just like that guy my Mom has a picture of, who she says should have been our Dad!
Wesley: Nah, that can't be me! I'm 13 years old!
Parsley: Yeah, I'm 12. Maybe it was your Dad?
Fred did date one of the Starbloom girls before he met Lora. But it was Adana, not Tallulah.
Leicester spent his birthday getting in shape, for going on dangerous expeditions.
The effect happened after a slice of cake.
Leicester: Woooow, that's a little too slim!
Jennifer really wanted that job. :D
Helena joined as well. It was fun to have an astronaut in the family, but it was time for her to follow a new dream.
Chester got promoted again, to the precarious level of Fact-Checker. At least he's been moving up this track a lot faster than anyone else I've ever tried playing through it.
Gus reached level 8. :)
Even Sharkey moved up, to level 3. In Simerica, only wealthy people fill gas, apparently. Poor people have to settle for groceries.
I'm still really bad at remembering the green-house plants.
Thank you, Laurelin. They really don't need it, though.
No. No no no no. NO! NoooOOOoooOOO!
No really. You don't have to.
Peggy was a couple of days from getting old, because she fails at life, and I fail at looking after her. In a desperate attempt to get her some points, I had her go to the Gothic Hangout (AKA the House of Silent Despair), to see if she could find true, morose love there.
Riana was there, looking for the secret of Time Travel, no doubt. Or just escaping from her mother's crappy show for a few hours.
She met Corby...
Corby: Are you a witch? I like witches! In fact, I'll only date them. But you have a really long nose, so you must be one!
Corby: And I like girls who work really hard, and put in lots of extra hours in the office, so I can stay home and be the Man of the House. That's feminist, right?
Peggy: I live with 22 other people, and I'm not actually a witch.
Corby: Um, maybe you're not really what I'm looking for. Bye.
That wasn't profit at all. Instead she tried scoring some measly point by getting a bronze sewing badge.
Guess the plot of Editha's latest novel.
I gave Bertie a make-over, to make him look even more like his mother. :D
She got away with slamming his taste once before, so she would definitely not keep silent this time.
Next time, however, she will keep her big mouth shut.
As if there wasn't enough animosity in the house, Francie and Gus decided they also hated each other's guts.
Francie: Will you stop picking on my husband, now?
Gus is getting old.
This is starting to resemble the end of Jen's rule as Torch Holder. (If you don't read the MacAvoy ISBI, which has been unofficial for the last generation and half, that was a very dark time in their lives.)
Peggy: Yes, I'm desperate. I'll take anyone, even Edgar Bogweed.
It was Ben Long. He would have to do.
Ben: I'm sorry, but you're coming on a bit too strongly.
Don't sugar-coat it, Ben. It sucked.
Both Helena and Jen had really high cooking skill, so the first few levels were a breeze.
I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but Peggy somehow ended up asking Ernest out on a date. Yes, the guy who Mary Elizabeth crushed on, about 50 years ago.
She doesn't even like him, that's how desperate she was to gain a few points.
But before they could go off to get romantic - hopefully, Ferrett celebrated another entirely neglected birthday. I promise I don't hate her or anything! She rolled Popularity, and her favourite kind of guy is that type with all the cheap bling and bad hygiene. I can't remember what the stereotype is called, but you probably know what I'm talking about. They wear clothes that would have been fashionable between 1987-92, own dogs that look like wolves, and listen to glam-rock.
I may make a guy like that, specifically for poor Ferrett. :) She deserves to be happy.
She grew up okay, though.
Ernest: No! No hugging! It leads to less happiness and love in the world!
Peggy: Are you serious?
Ernest: Yes! When you hug someone, they start to wonder if you think they are fit enough. And the answer to that will usually be "no", because they've seen underwear ads on TV. So then they will start working out, and buy work-out clothes, and deodorant, and shampoo and make-up and... it adds to consumerism, okay? And that leads to poor people getting exploited, which leads to less happiness for them. And it leads to nasty people making money, which leads to them creating more of those ads with sexy men and women. And then people see them, and think they can't be loved. And they either accept that, and there is less love in the world, or they start working out, continuing the evil circle of needing shorts and deodorant.
Peggy: ...whatever.
Ernest: I'm strongly in favour of French kissing, on the other hand. It causes people to mix their saliva and swap bacterias. That is very good for the immune system, and leads to less need for cold medicine and nose spray, and less consumerism, and more love and happiness in the world. So, wanna make out?
Peggy: Guess it can't hurt.
Ernest: I like you. You're special. You listen. And it looks like you're not trying to be pretty, so you're not perpetuating the evil circle.
Peggy: Oh, eh... thank you. I think.
Ernest: I think I'll try hugging you. Just once.
Ernest: I know you won't believe this, because you're a girl so you have bad self-esteem, but you're actually very fit.
Peggy: I'm a professional athlete. Every day I do 500 sit-ups, 500 push-ups and lift 120lbs 50 times. So how does my couch potato sister still beat me up?
Ernest: Because you let her, sweetheart. Because you don't believe in yourself!
Peggy: Whatever. Are we going to make out, or something?
Ernest: Yeah, I think so.
~*~*~*~Romantic Music~*~*~*~
...SCREEEEECH!!!
Ernest: No, I don't think so.
Peggy: WHAT? What is up with you?? YOU WANT ME TO GET OLD, DON'T YOU?!?!?!?
Ernest: I just remembered that kissing leads to awareness of dental health.
Peggy: You've got to be shitting!
Ernest: Yes, every day. That's a normal, human body function. But as I said, it leads to people wondering if their teeth are white enough, and if their breath is fresh enough, because everyone has seen comercials for toothpaste. And I don't really need to tell you why that is bad, do I?
Peggy: I'll... be going home now.
I somehow doubt there will be a "next time", Ernest.
Here's teenaged Ferrett. She looks more like Abbie than Flora does, and is a better genetic mix in that respect.
If I had any thoughts about maybe making her Heir, they disappeared when I saw her LTW. :( How is that going to be possible? She'd have to spend all her time befriending the strays.
Helena: I mean, who walks in heels on the beach?
Sandy will never live it down.
It's a bit hard to remember that Brianna is a MacAvoy, but that's the classic family expression she's got going, there.
Ben came sneaking back, and at first I thought he was going to steal the newspaper.
But instead he left a flower, and rang the doorbell.
Ben: I'm sorry our date ended so badly. Do you want to try again, some time?
Peggy: Yeah, I think so.
It says half, but it's level 6. It's not that long since Ettie was there, and I thought she was never going to top her career, so Peggy's actually doing great in her job. If she was just a little better at staying happy...
I didn't read the actual text, so I thought "No-Cal" meant "Northern Californian". That sounded pretty boring compared to Eastern food.
Look at that, it was the right decision!
Gregory: Look, Bertie! I grew muscles, suddenly!
Bertram: Greg, I'm trying to take a dump here. You're ruining my focus.
Flora really, really loves that DJ station.
Yes, your great niece is ugly. Glad you think so, Bertie.
But she sure is smart! :)
It was almost too easy, for a while. xD Not that I minded, though. This periode will be known as the "Keeping Peggy alive, while not taking pictures of that since it's boring, and trying to snap pictures of the rest of the stuff"-era.
The pills worked for Ettie and Fronie.
:D
This time I knew not to assume Reely was okay with being accused of being even more of a prodigy, so I had him check the fact.
Yay, Obituary Writer. That's as far as Elys ever got in that career, and the Starbloom girls aren't even there yet. I don't like the Media career much, if you can't tell.
Francie wanted to write novels again, so she started on what may become a new series. She aims for a slightly younger (on average, at least) audience this time.
She must be such a trademark name now, that everything she writes is sold to 25 countries before it's even published.
Hi again, Laurelin.
Not sure if it's noticable at all, but I did tweak her features. Her nose is bigger than Aylatani's was, her eyes are smaller, and her jaw wider.
Ferrett: Hi. You must be Uncle Burton's girlfriend. He's not at home right now, but you can come in and wait.
Look, she's not a Mary Sue. There's something she's not good at!
Yeah, good luck getting him to notice you when the piano is in the same room.
Burton: Myrtle! <3
Promotion again. This time it was only for Jennifer, since Helena needed a few more skill points.
Superstar! That's level 7! :D
Barth got the poker party card, and decided not to go. Promotion! :) I think I forgot to get a screenshot of what he was promoted to, but I think it must have been High School Teacher, at level 5.
I'm not sure why they would gossip about poor Tallie.
Someone's had a bit too much?
Helena: Rowland? Why is your face imprinted on the windscreen?
Rowland: To scare peepers off, muahahaaaa!
Garrett: Bleh!
Ferrett: I miss Ethan. Can we hire him again, please?
Sharkey: If you don't like my cooking, you're free to go to bed with no supper.
Leicester wants that job! Whee!
What do you know? Birthdays!
Peggy: Nobody likes meeeeee! Except Ernest, and he's weird!
Burton wanted to influence someone, so I had him influence Editha to appologise to Peggy.
That was their first positive interaction since they were children.
And it lasted for about a nanosecond.
SCORE! +8000 points! Helena and Jennifer were studying cooking, in case you wondered.
Jennifer maxed out her cooking skill. :D
Look! Gus is in Perma-Plat! That means all of Generation 4 is good to go, as far as elderhood is concerned. We can move on!
Level 4. We're really proud of you, Sharkey.
We are a little proud of Chester, however. That's the furthest any of my Sims have ever gotten in the Media track.
This is Ettie cleaning the food dish. I don't know either.
And just like last time, we end with the boys growing up.
Gregory first. Um, Barth? Abbie? It would be nice of you to let him keep some of his hearing, okay?
He grew an appropriately square sweater, if nothing else. Awww, look at Garg being all angry in the back.
Gargarney: I hate birthdays and parties! )x
Yeah, of course he's not over the moon. Fortune Sims are hardly ever happy.
Last look at Bertie as a teen.
He managed to grow up in the most hideous shirt in the game. I didn't take make-over pics, but I did change their clothes and hair back to how it was. You'll see them make cameos in the other legacies. :)
I'll try to get him started in the Athletic track as soon as possible. Fortunately, he's only a Popularity Sim, and it's not going to be that hard finding friends when he lives in a bee-hive.
That's all for now. Next on the list is a visit to the MacAvoys, and see if they're still competent.
