tigeranne | The MacAvoy ISBI. Generation 1.1! (Reply)

Allright, another challenge! I'm crazy, I've been told so several times. But anyway, this is my newest legacy, made to be a kind of companion to the Magpies. For those who don't know, "ISBI" means "I'm Surrounded By Idiots", and is different from regular legacies in that you're only allowed to control one single member of the family per generation. The rest of the family are the idiots your poor torch-holder is surrounded by.

Let's meet our founder.

Here he is. His name is Elliott MacAvoy, and his hair is a tribute to the founder of

raemia's Almassy legacy. It was after reading that one I started wanting to do my own.

Elliot is a Knowledge Sim, and his LifeTime Want is to become a Criminal Mastermind. (Same as

alittlestrange's amazing founder Alan Duckling! Like her, I was not too pleased with that, either.) This picture was taken the day after I started, so it's sort of a spoiler for what kind of wallpaper his kitchen will have at one point. I can live with that.

Just like my Prettacy founder, Douglas, Elliott entered his legacy studying the red cardinal.

Then he had to spend some time locked up in the beginning of his founder-shack, while I made 20 new custom Sims into townies. I don't want my legacies to end up all Maxis-ish, and I don't think this is cheating more than replacement templates is.

Here are the townies. :P I didn't realize at the time how much one of them looks like Petunia from the Asylum at this distance.

While waiting for the townies to leg it, Elliot had his first meal - a can of grape juice.

Then something happened that I completely failed to get a picture of. One of the brand new townies, the one with the long, brown hair, shot straight up into the air as Captain Hero!

When I tilted the camera up to try to get a picture of her, I saw this helicopter overhead.

It landed. At this point I was a little unsure of what was going on.

But it was just there to pick up the General. The rocker dude hitched a ride back to town. I didn't know they got random awesome jobs like that!

Anyway, there were still 17 townies outside, and it would definitely feel like cheating to let Elliott meet them all on the first day, so I sent him to a community lot. Some of them were bound to show up there.

I downloaded Park des Fleaurs East and West from Mod The Sims. This is East, where there is an Italian restaurant.

Hey, look! It's Douglas.

This is Fred, he's one of the new townies.

Harry was there as well, pretending to be Italian to pick up ladies. He's actually a quarter Spanish (He's a story character of mine :P), but he thinks being Italian would draw more chicks.

Elliott: So... Have you got any tips for how to approach a girl?

Harry: Go down to Lucky Shack, and sing a ballade by Eros Ramazotti on the Karaoke. Works like a charm!

Elliott: Thanks, buddy! I'll try that!

Elliott: Vor...rei po...ter....ti rico...da... Ey, the lyrics are coming too fast!

Elliott: I see a bad moon rising. I seeeeee trouble on the way.

Sometimes it's better to stick to what you know.

Hullah, Milena.

The first girl he met was a Maxis face.

Here's a more individual one, Velma. Yes, I used that generator to name them. It gave some questionable results, which of course were perfect names for townies. She didn't look that pointy-faced in BodyShop.

He liked her.

It wasn't really mutual.

Velma: I dunno, boy. You seem a little green and... desperate.

Back home the townies had skidaddled, and Elliott could finish building his shack.

Then the Welcom Wagon appeared. Two unavailable women, and Sinjin still burning with shame.

Elliott wanted a puppy.

He greeted the pet cop by sticking his arm straight through the rotten planks making up his front door.

Meet Duncan, the first pet of the legacy.

Have some fanservice of a shirtless guy with a puppy. :P

Just like Douglas, Elliott took a job in the army because it pays well. Unlike Douglas, he wasn't fired for deserting on the first day.

At this point I decided to disregard his LTW, and have him stay in the army. Being an astronaut would be a lot cooler.

Elliott: Oh hi, Velma! Yeah, I'm doing great. I've got a house and a family, and a well-paying job. How about you?

Douglas: So, you're becoming an astronaut, are you? Word of advice, son... If you ever have to choose between giving someone kitchen duty or putting them on rations, just go and hide in the woods.

This retro-inspired red-head is Fronie. Thank you very much, name generator.

Funny name or not, Elliott liked her.

And she didn't think he was totally pukey either.

That's great. It means she gets paid pretty well!

Not so great.

But no matter how hot the lady was, Elliott's energy was tanked. He headed for the nearest tent. Again, Douglas did the exact same thing on his first beach trip.

The next morning, Elliott got a car, so he could come and go as he pleased, without having to wait for the taxi.

Compared the the grub he got served at work, sausages from a jar must have been delicious.

Cute little Duncan. :)

Looks like Lady was giving Sake an earful.

Elliott: I can't talk to you right now, Velma. My girlfriend is here?

Fronie: Girlfriend?

Elliott: Eh, don't worry. I'm not crazy possessive, or anything. I just had to get rid of Velma.

Elliott... Throwing the ball at a girl's face does not make her like you. You're not in the fifth grade. Not that it works very well for fifth graders either.

This was kind of cute. :) I really hope that's a rain puddle, though.

Elys was out for a walk with Pat. :D

Awww, they're in WUW.

I can't caption the "suggestion", because it's 3am, and I'm very sleepy. (Yes, I've got tomorrow off work.)

Anywayz, they got along really well. Who's Velma?

Elliott's really fit for ISBI life.

Lookie here. It's that General chick. Her name is Lenna. She's actually an aged up Evie, blended with the elf-face.

Kissing in the rain. :) Oh, look at the wedding arch in the back, where Sinjin got ice on his toes.

Fronie: Move in? Man, I barely know you!

Yeah, I always try this too soon.

However, it's nowhere near as devastating to a relationship as being turned down for engagement (Not to mention marriage!).

Fronie agreed to stay the night, and Elliott slept in the dog run as the gentleman he is.

Duncan grew up. I think he's probably a pointer-retriever mix.

Duncan: Feeeeed meeeee!

Yeah, someone told me that if the food dish is turned like that, the dog can't access it. I turned it back the right way, though, because I always freak out a bit if objects end up placed diagonally in TS2. I don't have Uni, so it shouldn't be possible.

Petunia approves of their relationship. It's very proper.

And Fronie agreed to move in! It's incredible what the approval of the biggest snob in town can do.

Yess!

And so they built a house. The two rooms that would become the nursery and childrens' bedroom were left unfurnished for the time being.

Okay, now it's real love, so I can stop posting boring "building relationship" pictures for now.

Long story short, because I didn't bother to take pics at this point, they got married.

And made a baby.

Everyone loves Duncan.

Not sure what the point here was, other than to do a "portrait" of Fronie. She's got green or hazel eyes.

Duncan photobomb!

This was when I started regretting making a male torch holder. Remembering the stupid things Milena Atherton did while she was pregnant, I was a bit worried about Fronie.

KA-POP!

Fronie: Two rings! I'm having twins!

Actually, she was pretty smart all through her first pregnancy.

Uh-oh. She woke in the middle of the night. That must mean incoming Nooboo!

It's a girl! Fronie's skintone, Elliott's hair and eyes. Her name's Helena. I'm using a different name generator for this legacy, which gives old-fashioned but more normal names.

Elliott: My telepathic connection with my offspring tells me I'm a daddy! Zzzzzz!

Today on Sim Life-Skills 101: Identifying the flooring. Part 1 - carpet.

Fronie: *Shoves bottle into Helena's face*

Let's have the rest of the babies as soon as possible!

Look, it worked!

Fronie: BRB, gotta call Uncle Ralphie!

Elliott: Easy now, boy. I know you don't like bathing, but Mommy's stomach is a bit upset, so we can't have you smelling like dog.

Doesn't she fit well into the colour scheme in the room? (Yeah, I have no taste. You don't need to tell me.)

Time flies! Fronie got significantly stupider with baby #2, so between keeping both her and Helena alive, and Elliott in the realm of sanity, I didn't get many pictures of Helena's babyhood.