The Atherton (not really) ISBI - Part 11.

[tigeranne]

Oh well, misery loves company.




That's just sad.


First thing Williana did after turning on the weather machine... This was the beginning of their tenth winter. None the older, none the wiser.

Oh, and the little house in the back? That's the Quarantine Cabin(TM).


The Quarantine Cabin(TM) is for when someone needs to be kept away from the rest of the family for a while, due to rage-issues or pestilence.


Also great for lessons in Sim Survival Skills (3S).


Since Alexandra had taken to not doing her homework again, someone else had to. It cracks me up how difficult a near-adult seems to think Second Grade homework is!

Is that Babar on the cover?


And then her own assignments. Comfy spot she's got there, no?


I love taking winter night pictures!


Oliver: Come on, Georgie! Let's go look at Wilandra in a cage, so you'll learn how not to behave!


That's one persistent sunburn.


Doesn't she look really cute and harmless, lying there with her blanket pulled up over her nose? :P


Great. Now she's taken to smoking stuff.


Buddy: Breech of Protocol! Breech of Protocol! Corporal Punishment Program #21 Activating. Charging Blasters. Locating Perpetrators.


Alexandra: Wasn't me. *whistle-whistle*


She *hearts* him. I'd been holding back on letting her flirt him up, despite their obvious chemistry, because A; She's still dating Liam. And B; She's the one who made Oliver, and having them hook up seemed a bit narcissistic and almost incestuous. Not to mention the fact that Wilandra is crazily jealous. But then they fell in love. *SIGH!*


And then she suddenly started an argument with him, about ghosts not existing. I hope she won't be taking after her sister.


Morris' friend apparently doesn't do seasons.


BTW, this is the favourite kid. You can tell, because she's wearing something other than PJs while eating breakfast in the snow in a soiled diaper.


His Brilliance Henry stood there, reading his newspaper, all day. Not all of the Athertons are intelligent enough to find the back door, so this situation lasted for several Sim-hours.

Lee: I knew a guy like that once. One day he died on the sofa, and the family didn't realize until midnight, when his ghost came to tell them. They were so used to him not moving.

Vanessa: That's horrible!

Alexandra: I'm going upstairs to have nightmares now.


A long, long string of snow days extended Wilandra's confinement from a weekend to almost a week. Williana had to go over to repair all the broken appliances, and also pick up Evie, who someone had left in the care of her mentally unstable cousin.


Williana: I hope Wilandra doesn't feel left out of our almost-Christmas family stuff.

Morris: Nooo, why would she? I mean, she cooked the chops, so she got to participate!




I love winter pictures! :D


Henry: Oh, look! There's that weirdo who thought we were spying on him. Let's see what he's up to!


Liam wanted to go Downtown with Williana, and I sent Oliver along to let him out of the house for a bit. Luckily, Oliver didn't show any signs of jealousy whenever Williana and Liam made out.


Uh yeah, this picture needs some explaning. I'm not fond of any of the Downtown lots, but I haven't gotten around to downloading or building better ones. This was at a shop where "people have been known to disappear", and I thought there might be some sort of Easter egg there. But all I found was this weird sunken floor in the changing rooms. Funky enough, Williana was able to walk through the wall and up the other set of stairs.


The only Downtown lot I somewhat like is Crypt O' Night. It sucks at being Gothic, but it's relatively functional. So, that's where they went.


She was good at it. Makes me wish there was snowboarding in TS2.


Then were all directed over to the tables for dinner. Never had that happen automatically before.


Awww, look at Brandi and Joe, having a romantic dinner and bonding over hating the Athertons! I ship it!


Hello, Ethan! If you'd shown up earlier, you could have been part of the group.


As you can see, quarantining them didn't kill the hatred.


Cooper: Corporal Punishment Program #21 Completed. Target Hit. Mission Accomplished.

With school starting up again, and Wilandra moving back home from her "student flat", Olivers life got rough again.


Christmas deco! :D


And turkey!


At least their Christmas celebration was slightly more successful than Thanksgiving. The only one to not show up was Alexandra, who was already asleep. For an ISBI, that's probably the best you can hope for.


At least the kid's got a healthy outdoor lifestyle?


What's up with all the strange new neighbours hating on the Athertons, eh?


Then *someone* had a great idea... again. See, I figured that Oliver, who was originally made for Wilandra, preferred Williana since she was the one who activated him.


And I reckoned that if Wilandra activated this one, and gave him her own personality, he'd prefer her.


Meet Owen! You can't really tell with that hair, but he's an elf.


Owen: Ooogie-noogie!!!

Wilandra: Owwww!

Yep, made for each other! (Oliver did the exact same thing to Williana.)


Time for another visit from the Wicked Witch of the Townie Bin. It's not because I like watching my Sims fight that I have Williana invite her in. Not at all. Okay, it is. It's just more fun when they make enemies outside the house!


Oh, big shocker...


Oliver: See, lil-bro? I'm a real fighter, and I can protect you from mean girls!

Owen: Wow, I want to be as strong and brave and cool as you when I grow up!


The kids in this house have discovered "therapy though role play". I wonder what sort of scenarios they'd act out of they had a doll house.


Williana: Soooo, I think Owen likes you. He's really cute, you ought to check him out!

Wilandra: *CRASH* He likes me?!?!?!? Awwww, I'll go tell him I like him too!


Wilandra: So, yeah... Owen, you're kind of cute, and I'm pretty sure you've got some nice steely pecs under that scratty cardigan of yours...

Owen: Oliver? Is she in attack mode now?


Owen: Hmm, you're made from rather breakable material. I don't see how you can be so scary.

Wilandra: A bit lower and to the right, please! *Mrrrr!*


Wilandra: Let that be a warning! In this house, I'm Queen! Your job is to LOVE and OBEY me!

Oh, Wilandra... *sigh*


Then out of the blue, these two decided to be best friends, after having a zero relationship for ten years.


Ricky: I wore the replacement shirt first! Stop accusing me of plagiarism!


You just know it's an ISBI when your controllable gets struck by lightning inside the house!


Yeah, it wasn't really her day.


Owen soon got acquainted with the realities of life as an uncontrollable.


He also maxed out gaming enthusiasm insanely fast, so at least he's got something to comfort him.


I ship them!


Okay, there's no way this isn't jolly cheating. Because, you know... I've followed the rules so dilligently this far! Technically, Wilandra used her teenage command when she activated Owen. But I was tired of her aspiration failure. Let's just say she got Morris' command, he never really does anything interesting when he's home.


At work, however, he's pretty darm awesome! Making it to celebrity chef, solely through your skillz at playing Scrabble? WIN!

That means there are now 5 Perma-Plats in the house: Morris, Williana, Wilandra and both the toddlers! I let Henry quit his job, so he could stay home with his beloved telescope all day.


Not that everything became rainbows and marshmallows right away...

Wilandra: LOL! I can beat your ass in a dress and high heels! Say "Wilandra is Queen"!

Owen: Wilandra is a warthog!


Oliver: But HOT DARN if she isn't a very sexy warthog!

Oh, and their painting doesn't show a fire at a French bistro. It's the trees outside that are ablaze again.


Not sure why I took a picture of Marsha being childish, but as you can see, the house got extended again.


Owen: You just want Wilandra to yourself, DON'T YOU???

Oliver: Wow, she's had a bad influence on you already!


This is why they can't have nice flowers.

Oliver: I hate biological life-forms! ...except Williana.


He really likes her. This was all free will.


I was just wondering what would happen if the servo teens took a dip. They don't seem to have any of the limitations of adult servos, such as berserking or needing to recharge.


They're not waterproof, though. But apart from a little fizzling and sparking, and a complete tanking of their mood, nothing bad happened. Sort of.


Williana: Looks like something has upset the dogs again.

Milena: 'Ana, they're... never mind.

They didn't zap her, BTW. It was Oliver who was the target again.


Owen came back for more.


It was time she met up with Liam again, because I'm sort of Team Human in her case. I changed him from Downtownie to regular Townie, so he'll come home with her from school more often.


There is a slight difference in how Williana's two beaus treat her beloved flowers.


Williana, Liam, Wilandra and Owen went to the beach. (Oliver was left at home deliberately, poor boy.) While the other three did what they pleased, I thought it would be funny to have 'Ana learn the Break Dance. There was a new instructor, as the first one presumably still needs her neck-brace.


Yeah, no. I don't think it will be her party trick.


Someone built Hogwarts in sand.


Then they had to go home, because Wilandra was starving to death again. I like how she looks with longer hair.


Wilandra: Owen, I... just want you to know that... I like you a shitload!

Owen: Awww, I like you too, Derpyface!


Oliver: YOU LEAVE OWEN ALONE! He's my little brother, and he's on MY side, not YOURS!

Wilandra: Hey! Calm down, dude!


Oliver: You two make me feel barfy!


Wilandra: I'm kinda hungry. Eggs and bacon would be nice, fried on my burning hatred of Oliver! Yum!

Williana: Neither of them are as hot as Liam.


Oliver: You can punch me all you like, hippie girl! My skeleton is stainless steel.


Henry: I'm so glad we've got such a loving, stable relationship, honey! I know I grumble a lot, but my life is SOOO good compared to Oliver's!


Lovely. Jolly nice.


Oliver: This is not just sibling rivalry anymore, this is an important ideological battle. That gives me strenght to fight you, witch!

Wilandra: Dad's gonna fleece you when he sees that you broke another wall!


When were they NOT enemies? Maybe they've just taken it to a new level, like WEF (Worst Enemies Forever)?


Wilandra: *Head-butts Oliver into next week*

Owen: *Watches his romantic interest beat up his brother in strange apathy*

Vanessa: Why can't our kids just get along?

Alexandra (Behind Vanessa): Whooo! You rock, Wil! I want to be as tough and fierce and cool as you when I grow up!

Trees: *Are still on fire*

Georgie: *Is traumatized by seeing her cousins hurt each other*


Awww. Poor Monrad! Does the evil, stupid wall prevent you from telling Milena about your human rights?


Vanessa: I am... soooo pretty?

Williana: Mooom! I... can't believe you watch that show.

Liam: Your Mom's cool, 'Ana! She's getting with the times!


Owen: Wil... you know that I love you and all, but maybe you shouldn't abuse my brother in front of our smallest cousins?

Wilandra: Nah, they need to learn the realities of life!

Evie: You hit them like *this* and *that*!

Wilandra: Right! Now please get out, so I can shower!


Liam: I wish I could live here. They've got brain-skilling tools, and their mother is cool.


Spring in The Sims 2 is always such a peaceful time.


Poor Chef Girl is always a season late.


There is so much hostility hanging in the air that even outsiders are affected.

Owen: I kind of like cute, psycho girls. They're fascinating.


Buddy: Corporal Punishment Program #21 Engaging. Target Hit.

Normally, the Sentries don't care when someone stomps the flowers, so I was happy Owen got what he deserved. But actually, Buddy was only berserking.


Williana: OWWW! BAD DOGGIE BAAAAD DOGGIE!


Williana: Work, stupid remote-control! WORK!!!

Cooper: EX-TER-MI-NATE!


However, Buddy re-animated while Williana was off at school.


Buddy: We don't want your bills! EX-TER-MI-NATE!

I think he also zapped Kaylinn, who ran out of the house and left.


In a sudden onset of intelligence, the Atherton's remembered there is a back door.

Henry: Using my daughter as a human shield, are you?

Wilandra: Pfff! As if you wouldn't have carried her if you'd picked her up first. It's not as if he's going to hurt her, anyway.


With Buddy receiving some emergency repairs, peace and quiet returned to the Athertons' harmonic home.


Well, for some, anyway.


Oliver: DIE, FLOWERS! DIIIE! Williana loves you more than she loves me!


Henry: Oh, Professor, you've come to save me!


Henry: I've finished my PhD. Twice. You can pick the one you like best.


Henry: I made the Dean's list? Sweet! My life is finally looking up!

And with Henry in a rare state of bliss, we leave the Athertons for now. It's time to find out who lives in the big, old house across the street..!