The Magpie UGLACY - Generation 5.2!

[tigeranne]

Hi, Uglacy fans! :) It's time for more Magpie Madness, so let's have a short summary of what happened last.

The household finally got too much. All the immortals moved back to their ancestral home at Magpie Manor. Peggy, Barth, Francine and Sharkey have all been granted immortal status. The rest of the family sold off their large, unwieldy mansion, and bought a much smaller suburban home they've named Magpie Nest. Leicester flirted up Maude, who he met while he was out camping. An attempt at killing Elmer McClellan was unsuccessful. Sharkey came over to beat up his father. Ferrett and Wesley had their first child, a girl they named Hester after her grandfather. She looked a lot like Ferrett. There were lots of promotions, mostly for Flora and Leicester. Gus became and elder, and the Fortune Teller came by to drop off a magic lamp.




Like I said, this update will heavily feature Greg trying to have teh funz, because he's about as good at those as Wesley. And really, he wasn't all that much happier, at this point.


Elmer was at the Space Bar, in his horrid new sweater and grey hair. He really is back to adult, though. Rowland got the exact same hair when he rejuvenated.


Laurelin was visiting the present, for a weekend (Was it? I can't remember.) of fun. She was definitely overdressed for the venue.


Henry: If you had my family, you'd run away too. But my wife always finds me.

That's Jerome, BTW. He's Jennifer's fiancé. I suppose she can marry him now.


Zarinda: I'm not think as you drunk as I am! *hick*


Henry: I'm ain't drunk not either.


The crowd at Tikki Tacky and Space Bar wasn't really Greg's idea of fun. He went to everyone's favorite gothic hiding-hole, to hang out and socialize in his own tempo.


Ethel, one of Narrator's time travellers, was fascinated by the cultural impact of television.


Greg: Finally someone with braincells! She's attractive, too. Shame she's married.

But... Lenna isn't.


Here's Rowland. :D He's thinking of loooove, as usual. For a Romance Sim, he's really devoted to one single woman, though. It was the same when Rose was alive, she was all he cared about.


Sullivan: But I really don't like the idea that she might create more of him! This one is mostly harmless, but what would happen if a creature formed out of her excessive selfishness?

Lenna: Wouldn't that be someone just like herself, though? Maybe she spawned from someone else's self-centeredness?

Brandon: You mean they're multiplying already? D:


Greg: Hello, Uncle Rowland! I've made blue cheese gnocci, if you're hungry. :)

Rowland: I think I'll be heading upstairs for a stiff drink. The conversation going on here is very unsettling.


Brandi is everyone's darling. Well, she actually WAS Elliott's, for a while.


Lenna: I can't believe a guy cooked that meal! It was delicious. I need to get the recipe!

Greg: Nice! She's impressed.


Greg: Sure you can have the recipe. I found it online, so it's not as if I have copyright, he he. If you want, I can even show you how it's made, and teach you a few more of my favourites.

Lenna: That's really nice of you, tee hee. I'm very shy, so I'm not sure.

(She's a general in the army. Being shy sure hasn't stopped her... conquering before.)

Brandi: Don't listen to him, Lenna. He's just out looking for a slave! I know the type.


Lenna: Why is it so hard to find a man who can handle a strong woman?!

Greg: I'm not looking for a slave, I do my own cooking!

Brandi: All women are slaves! >:(

Greg: Welp, this went well...


Brandi: I'm upset by this aggressive display of masculinity. Tumblr will hear of this!


Greg: Why are everyone so beside themselves today? The first place I went, people were drinking themselves to oblivion, and here there are definite aggro vibrations in the air.

Rowland: I have no idea, son. Maybe that Bella-girl is too shallow to contain all her petty anger.


Hipster Bloke Clayton: You look like a capitalist. Come to our info-meeting tomorrow night, and we'll help you unlearn your hoarding instinct.

Greg: You do know you've got little spiders in your white-guy dreads? I mean for real. You can see them from here.


Clayton: I'm spider-kin. They're my family. <3 I'm giving them a safe place to live. They're a threatened species, you see.

Greg: Um, very... nice of you.


Ethel: I don't think I like this time very much! Everyone is angry, and there are self-replicating monsters here. If this is the future, maybe I should do something to prevent it!


Your guess is as good as mine, but I would guess it wasn't a candy cigarette.


Greg: Why are you spawning all these roaches? Don't tell me you're roach-kin?

Meadow Hart: Don't be silly, boy. People who think they're insects in human bodies are insane. I'm quite clearly a CAT.

Greg: ...of course you are.


Like I said: Good at having fun.


Greg: I'm not really the outdoorsy sort, but I have to admit this is a nice break from the office.


Milena: I always know where my husband is.


As in here. Flirting with Ethel.


Greg: I haven't had ice-cream for breakfast since I was a kid. :)


Starling: Thanks a lot. >:( I really needed your opinion.


Oh, here's another of Narrator's time-travellers. This is Oscar Trevannion, Ethel's husband.


Ethel: Why are you being so rude? Were you raised in a barn?

Charlie: My family background is none of your ¤&=%+¤#"% business! I hate time-travellers! You come here and think you're morally superior

Ethel: But we are!? Your society has descended into madness and perversion! I saw what was on that TV in there.


Bartender: I love that couple's cosplays. Wish I had my phone here, so I could snap a pic.


Oscar: Lady Laurelin, may I suggest you halt your intake of alcholic beverages for a little while?


Is it just me, or does Ethel kind of resemble Lora? She was made from scratch.


Ethel: I heard your suggestion to the young lady! You should be ashamed of yourself, for even uttering such vile and debased words. Modern scientific studies have shown that prophanity is a leading cause of necrosis of the tongue!*

Charlie: Lady, you're in the future. Literally everything they believe where you come from, has been proven to be a huge pile of smelly bullshit! I bet you even make your children eat corn-flakes!

*No, I don't think they actually believed that. It just sounds like the sort of thing people assume Victorians could believe.


Ethel: I WILL SEE TO IT THAT THIS WORLD NEVER COMES TO PASS! When I get back home, I will inform the people in authority about everything I've observed here, and they will enact laws to prevent it all!

Phil, what have you done, you idiot???!!

I'm getting a little worried here too, Narrator.


Oscar: May I kindly inform the gentleman that it's my wife he's been insulting all evening? D:<

Laurelin: Oscar, this isn't going to be like at the Great Exhibition, is it?


Charlie: I'm an enlightened citizen of this age, and you're a relic of the past! Your opinions have no value here!

Oscar: BAH! HUMBUG!


Oscar: Here's my opinion!

Drink: Splosh!

Charlie: Thought-police violence!


Charlie: Look what you did to my jacket! It was vintage naugahide! DIE, POSH-SCUM!!!

Oscar: I thought you didn't like things from the past?


Oscar: A fiery altercation like this makes me feel young again. I'm in the mood for a passionate fling with my own lawfully wedded wife. :)

Laurelin: Oh boy. Ethel has that expression again.


Ethel: My friend had an idea one night. She called it feminism, and said that women need to stand up for themselves!

Charlie: ***Meninism 101 Activate***


Charlie: Well, if you want to be treated equally to a man, I'll do what I would have done to a man!

Oscar: ...and then the butcher said "No, but this ain't a horse, either!" NNAAA HAAA HAAA HAAAA!

Laurelin: Oscar, I don't think it's my drinking that's the main problem here...


Laurelin: Ethel, we're leaving. This time and place is weird on the best of days, and something is really off kilter tonight.

Ethel: Yes, I vehemently agree. We will return to our own time, and give women the vote, so the future will be less stupid! Oscar? Home, now.

(Let's just assume she doesn't realise how stupid it could have been.)


Oh, here's Hermione. She would kick herself forever, if she knew what a historical moment she just missed out on.


Hermione: The [something's wrong-detector] in my pocket is buzzing like crazy.


Hey, it's Bertie. He's also living in the past, currently. (That made no logical sense.)


The cross-over will be back in a later generation of the Travecy, so we haven't seen the last of the HP crew. :)


Cindie: Let me ask you straight: Are you an alternate form of Edgar, or one of his countless offspring?

Greg: Alright. There are many strange people here tonight, including re-enactors and a girl from Harry Potter, but you take the cake by not knowing that the show you're in is only a show!

Cindie: What are you talking about, weirdo? I'm not in any show! You must be one of Edgar's descendants. The ugly probably dilutes a bit in a couple of generations.


Bertie: Hello! You're Starling, aren't you? I'm married to your niece, Nerniya.

Starling: You mean Ryan's daughter? I haven't seen my brother in over 20 years. Our family's been feuding, and they told me he's lost his mind. :( I'm sure your wife is a lovely girl...


Greg: I've always had a bit of a thing for that blonde lady. She's a bit too sexy for that idiot she's married to. The guy who plays him isn't any brighter, from what I saw of him when he came home with Dad.

Cindie: Oh, so you are my other son-in-law. You're a lot uglier than the one T'ana married! I need to ask you: Are you an alternate form of Edgar, or one of his countless offspring?


Sandy Siew: That was the best episode of Once Upon a Time ever! :D


Burton: Oh, hi there. For a second I thought you were my old man!

Lumber-Dan: Really? Your mother must be... quite a beauty.

Burton: Compared to my Dad? Yes, she was.


Geneva: I judge all your bad dancing.


Geneva: It's like you lack some sort of filter, that tell you that you're making a spectacle out of yourself?

(And then she joined in, and looked none the more dignified. I thought I had a picture.)


Here's Brice, with his real face. :)


Falcon: OH NO, WE'VE MADE THE SHOW BECOME REAL! I KNEW ALL THAT TIME-TRAVELLING WOULD WARP REALITY!


Falcon: WHAT HAVE WE DONE? ALL THE %¤#@??€$=! THAT'S HAPPENED SINCE THE FIRST EPISODE IS NOW REAL IN REALITY! D:

Oh dear... This means Ryan really has exploded.

And Edgar is trying to take over the world!

That too. :(


We find ourselves back in the Magpie home, and this is clearly Elmer.


I decided it was time to end it between him and Ettie fivever, so I teleported the both of them over. Then Elmer got another age-transition, this time to teenager, so his relationship with Ettie would hopefully *poof*.


Elmer: You have no idea what I've been through! I've been locked in a tiny room, with just enough space to pass out on the floor, starved for days, forced to pee myself repeatedly, tossed in a pool and almost drowned... My hair, Ettie. It's gone grey from the trauma! I will never be the man I once was.


Ettie: LOL, good story bro! You do kind of look like you've shrunk, though.

Elmer: I thought you loved me! :( I thought I loved you!


Elmer: BTW, who are you?

Ettie: Who am I? Who are you, kid? What are you doing at my relatives' house? Are you a school friend of the kids?

Hooray, now they don't even remember each other! :D Sim Blender took care of it.


Well, Ettie... I think you dodged a bullet here, to be honest.


Edna: I see we're having cheesecake for breakfast. Is there something you haven't told us, yet.

Ferrett: Well, I don't want Hester to grow up as an only child. We've always been a big family.


Edna: Well, I never had any kids, and I have no regrets!


Abbie: No, kids aren't for everyone.

Molly, what have you smoked?


Wesley: But I won't ever get to work with Jeff Buckley. :(


The lever seems like a trap, for sure. If it's marked, like being behind a statue with a different colour, you're most likely meant to find it. The pressure-plate things probably weren't as well known back in the day.


She will gain that back the next time she hops on her beloved killy-bike.


Here's the family's Dread Pirate. :D


And we have another one. :) Flora's badassery must have impressed her superiors after all.


Hester grew up in one of the few Maxis outfits for toddlers that I like. She got to keep it.


I just wanted to have a picture of Flora in her "relic liberator" suit. Her promotions came like pearls on a string. :)


And here's Wesley, all ruff and tuff.


Chester is perving on his sister-in-law, while thinking that side-buns wouldn't be a good hair style for Les.


See?


Are we gonna have two generations of musicians?


Hooray, Maxis PJs. Despite the fact that I had Ferrett chose a set of CC ones for her!!!


Flora: Sure I'll get married, Aunt Molly. I just need to find a guy I actually like. It may not be in some 50 years time, though.


Paint, Editha! Channel all your raeg into your art!


Edna: We should get a violin again, for the kids to play.

Louise: You mean you don't think the xylophone is bad enough?


Molly: Ah, poo.


Molly: Eh he he... This isn't burned. It's a foreign specialty called Charcoal Chicken.


Ferrett: I'm sorry, baby. But I don't want to hurt Aunt Molly's feelings, now that she's an old lady, and I know you're hungry. We'll sneak a can of soda later.


Hester: LET'S WOCK!


Ferrett: Hey, obliviously sleeping husband?

Wesley: Zzzzzzzzzat?


Ferrett: I'm going to take up a bit more space in bed, tonight.

*POP*


Then I let Molly retire, because she's PermaPlat and should just be allowed to spend the rest of her days doing what she wants.


I decided to cheat back the career reward bookshelf she got, and just pretend they took it with them from the mansion. At the same time, I went through everyone else's rewards, to see what was unlocked. This is Fred's star.


I wonder who Flora would have found to have kids with, if she was still the Heir.


Wesley's career reward was this mean guitar. Leicester was the first to try it out.


With the nice, good, beautiful and fantastic book-case back in the house, skilling up went a lot faster.


Yessh! This is actually higher than I've gotten anyone in this career, as far as I know. I hate Journalism almost as much as I hate Slacker. Why do I hate Slacker? I just do. The work-hours are stupid, the chance-cards are idiotic, and probably something else I've forgotten.


Chester: I find charisma to be such a fascinating topic, don't you?

Leicester: Maybe not really.


Now he can execute anything and anyone. :) This must be pretty high up the ladder. I'm going to put in a mod that tells what level each job is, but I think this is 7, or so.


Flora: I hope one day I'll have an alternative existance in Reality 3, and get to explore Al Simhara and the Twinbrook swamps! :)


Louise: Hey, family? I've made Japanese squidballs for supper.


No "With such a high Aspiration... no worries...?"


Edna must have gotten so logical from playing chess, that she realised she wouldn't age up to elder as long as she just stayed seated.


Molly: Oh, hello Aylatani. How exactly are you managing to call us from the 1850s? ...on a wooden phone. I see.


Ferrett: Gotta love these Starbucks-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane...


Ferrett: No, I don't feel like I'm a baby-factory.


Greg: Stop crying, rugrat! Uncle is in Aspiration Failure!

Don't let the grumpy Fortune Sim babysit.


Hester: It wasn't very nice to just leave me in the bathroom. :(


Gus: Great-Grampa to the rescue. I wonder if I can fit Greg's tantrums into one of my skits...


If it's not Mahjong, it's Don't Wake the Llama. Especially since I didn't give them a Mahjong table. :D


Greg needs to go flirting again soon - outside of the family.


Abbie: Nommmm! Takoyaki is best when you leave it to ferment a few days!

No no no. There's fresh food inside. You're not having spoiled squid!


Editha: Oh yummy!

You know what? Editha is welcome to eat it.


POP!


Edna spent all night playing chess, and avoiding the inevitable. But come morning, she couldn't resist the lure of breakfast. Take a good look at her, because this is the last picture she'll ever be young in. (Unless I remake her for the Edgarcy hood.)


Right after breakfast, she exploded into an elder. Her auto-makeover was so much better than her sister's, I let her keep it.


Again, some of my least fave townies got aged up with her. I'm hoping some fun new ones will spawn in their place.


Hester: LET! ME! OUT!


Hester: Mooommyyy! I got my head stuuuuck! =UwU= I have my life!


Hester: Tee hee, I'm little enough to squeeze between the bars. :D


Her dad found his way to the super-guitar.


I kind of wish it wasn't black, because it doesn't really contrast too well with the amps.


Yess! The default PJs finally showed up, on her second-last day of toddlerhood.


Leicester: It seems like almost no one remembers that Diaper Man and all that nonsense used to just be a low-budget TV show, that Aunt Molly's colleague from work produced in her spare time.

Flora: I definitely remember that! We were even extras, in a couple of episodes. The casting director promised me a speaking part!

Leicester: I don't know if I want to be a part of it now...


Ohai! Here's Greenlee Dimwit. :) She's from alittlestrange's ISBI.


Molly: Welcome to the neighbourhood, young lady. You've not come to recruit followers to a secret cult, have you?

Greenlee: They've been here, too? Some pale, scary woman came knocking last night, but my husband's relatives scared her off.


It's really encouraging when a week full of promotions is "meh!"


Yay! :D


Flora: I can't imagine what it must be like to be Eternally Happy.

Greenlee: Me neither. :(

Louise: It's highly recommended!


Molly: You weren't born back when we used to have backyard parties every night, at our original home. Those were the days.

Ferrett: I think I want my kids to grow up outdoors as much as possible. We're forest creatures, and it's time we reclaimed our lifestyle.

Editha: Call me weird, but being a Troll isn't something I've ever been very proud of. I would much rather have been a dragon, because dragons are good at finding treasures.


Greenlee: I've got five best friends! :D *pats shoulder*


Playing the piano isn't really Rock 'N Roll, but a real star is capable of performing in many genres. Jeff Buckley played blues, indie-rock, punk, jazz, oldies and Arabian spiritual music.


Ferrett: Wheee, it's birthing time! OH JOY!


Ferrett: WESLEY! STOP SLEEPING! YOUR WIFE IS ABOUT TO EXPELL A HUMAN BEING THROUGH AN OPENING THAT'S NORMALLY THE SIZE OF A PIN'S HEAD, AND SHE WOULD LIKE SOME SUPPORT HERE!


It's another girl, who looks as if she's got a bit of the Macs' tan.


She's also got Wesley's hair and eyes. This is Bennett. I chose the name rather on a whim, but she's "sort of" named after her mother, with the double sets of double consonants.

Just one baby. Does cheescake have to be fresh out of the oven, to get twins? This is the third time it's failed. It doesn't matter, much. Hester is the Heir, and any siblings are just bonus.


Wesley: Yayss! The baby looks like my family!

Ferrett: I'll try not to take offense at that.


Wesley: So bottom line, you're not the smallest person in the house, anymore. The good news is that you're the one we've chosen to continue the family, so you're not going to be pawned off into another household, to save your life.

It's never too early to give kids information they're too young to understand.


Wesley: This milk won't make you smart, but at least it will tide you over until cake-time.


Robbing a tourist ship is a bit too traumatic. Let's go for the cargo.


And the fact that she's a pirate is conveniently overlooked? Okay, then.


It's time to release her into the wild. :D


Wesley: Make a wish, kiddo!


Hester: Hooray, I'm much closer to the ceiling!


But she learned her skills, much! >:(


Ooh whee, another Journalism chance card! Publish that darn article. People need to know the truth about Nannies!


Promotion! :D How much do you want to bet that the Nanny representative was Karen?


Gregory got promoted, too. Okay, NOW he has to be Level 7, because I think 8 is Vice President, 9 is CEO, and 10 is Tycoon.


The siblings are keeping up with each other.


She's not completely identical to Ferrett. :) Something about her face is a little more rascal-y. I like this kid.


Ferrett's LTW is to raise an insane number of baby pets, so instead I'm going for aspirational PermaPlat for her. Since she doesn't have any specific career wants, I decided she should be a self-employed robotics engineer. Everyone needs a good sentry-bot, and a self-respecting legacy should have a Servo.


Wesley: Being a star isn't about having lots of bling and servants. *sigh*


Yay, the sectional sofa works correctly! (If you wondered why it was a row of chairs in the previous update, it was because I stupidly deleted Inge's hack from the downloads before I had installed it.)


There's quite a bit of talent in this family. :D


Flora: It would be easier to study if we had more lamps.

TigerAnne is not very good at lighting houses.


Hester adores her "Grandpa" Gus. I may have to potion him, just a little.


You know... Rowland was the resident Gramps to everyone, and the wise old head of the family, but 1: He's not old anymore, and 2: He's moved out. Gus could play that part, at least for some time.


Hester's off to her first day of school, and the horrifying realities of Mrs. Swiller's classroom of doooom.


Wesley: Why are you being mean to me, Les? So what if I'm better than you at music?

Yeah, this isn't fun. Wesley and Leicester have discovered that they don't like each other, despite having many interests in common. I like them both a lot, and I don't want to have to take sides.


Leicester: YOU started it, in-law! It was you who played MY piano without asking!

Wesley: But... you played my guitar!


Editha: No, screaming fan-girl, this isn't where Wesley lives. We're a... toilet shop. Yes, those do exist. You want a porcelain throne, we can do business. If not, bye.


Flora: Okay, I'm off handling unhinged plane-jackers and bomb-men.


Leicester: This is sooo cool! We're doing a lot more good in the world than Wesley.

Flora: Let it GO, Les!


Wesley: Oh, hi Stephen! Yeah, that was me on TV yesterday! You wanna be in my band? No, I know you're not allowed to leave the house, except to go to school, but maybe when you grow up?


Greg may be a money-grabbing capitalist, but he's got very high nice-points. He would do the right thing, and give the toys to the children.


And being nice paid off. :)


Editha skipped her usual wants to pain fantastic artworks, in favour of making a bunch of pet bricks. If she gets really good at making toys, she can sell them along with Ferrett's bots.


Wesley: You're going to be okay if Daddy goes on tour, right?


Wow. Uh, Sam... You may not want to give Fortune Sims the Investment benefit... That being said, Sims can also lose money on it, but more rarely.


Little time-travelling Adia, daughter of Ethel and Oscar, came home from school with Hester. I guess she wanted to see that terrible television her mother has been talking about.


Okay, what does Bennett really look like?


That doesn't seem any safer the 843753987th time a Sim does it.


Aaaaalright! She's got Wesley's nose, but apart from that she's mostly Magpie. And she's got a really funny face, if you don't mind me saying.


I've got a feeling that I used to know a kid who looked a bit like that. x) Anyway, this is as good a place as any to take a break. This update has been three days in the works, because my easily distracted head has been distracted. The third and last update from this session, will probably be up on Friday.

In the mean time, play nicely, kids!