So, I’m at home relaxing and stuff. In an hour I’ll go out and buy laundry detergent.
Last time; all the kids reached teen status, Emerald refused to wear her firefighting gear, Lepre and Mort became friends, and lots of fishing happened.
Cactus: Look at me, brother! I got a ridiculous new outfit for my birthday!
Spruce: *I hope I get one too…*
Spruce: Not as bad as my brother’s.. but one will have to be happy with what it has.
Tenderloin: Hello? I’d like to retire, please… Yes, I would like the confetti rain.
Tenderloin: Yaaaay. :D
Lepre: You shouldn’t be scared of water, Spruce. If you do fall in, I’ll use my trusty fishing rod to save ya!
Spruce: Thanks, sister. :)
Emerald: Heeere’s Emerald!
Wait, now she decides to wear her gear?
That’s one more person saved. I have no counter, by the way.
Oh hai, Henri.
Lepre and Mort goes for dinner at the bistro.
Mort: Oh my sims, I’m on a date with a teenage girl!
Lepre: Oh my sims, I’m on a date with a boy disguised as an adult!
Mort’s icon bugs from time to time, more annoying than creepy it is.
At least they enjoy the food.
Mort: That was quite nice. We should do this another time.
Lepre: I’ll definitely take ya up on that.
Back at home…
Grænblár: You can do better than this, Cactus!
Cactus: I’ll fall asleep any second, father!
Lepre: :|
Mort: :|
Tenderloin: Now my life is complete. I wonder…
Ah, sims.
Um…
Lepre: Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na FISHING! FISHING!
More trophies! Though I can’t remember which was the new one.
This one I know! (It’s the shiny rock.)
Spruce: Dolphins with jet-packs… Best. Game. Ever.
What’cha workin’ on Ham?
Ham: You’ll see…
Cactus: Cough cough! Blasted waffles.
Spruce: Ha! I’ll show you how it’s done.
Spruce: What the he-?!
Cactus-out-of-picture: Who’s laughing now, brother?
Mort: Hey, Overseer! My grumpy face tells you all you need to know about the new look you gave me. >:|
Statue-of-Mytilus: I like it!
Of all the places around the pond…
Lepre: I like the privacy, but not the smell.
A hint of preparation perhaps?
Another career topped by Ham.
Police: Hey, young girl! You’re coming with me, curfew’s in place.
Lepre: Pfft, fat chance.
Police: Now wait here nicely, so your parents can scold you.
Lepre: Keep dreaming, copper.
Lepre: Aaah-
Lepre: -cho!
Lepre: The only thing that needs scolding is the Overseer for having the walls down.
D’oh!
Lepre: I could really go for some spaghetti right now, or cake. Cake is good.
Lepre: Hi, mum. Did I tell you about my LTW?
Emerald: Yes, you have dear. But first I have to-
Emerald: -scold you for staying out so late that cops picked you up!
Lepre: But mum-
Emerald: You can’t keep fishing in the later hours where they can easily spot you! We’ve told you already that the forest or beach is the best place.
Lepre: Gee, mum. I know, but some fishies are easiest to catch in the park.
Emerald: Then fish there during day time. Promise me.
Lepre: I swear.
Random trivia: Gobias is/was (can’t remember if he died or not) apparently bisexual.
Lepre: To catch the legendary death fish you need… angel fish. Where do I catch that?
About the twins: Both have rolled and locked in cooking related LTWs. Cactus wants to learn 28 recipes, while Spruce wants to top the culinary career.
Therefore, studying.
Ham: It’s alive!
Ham: It’s alive!
Ham: I’m a goddess!
Simbot: Whoa! I got promoted from scrap metal to sentient robot. Neat.
Simbot: But it’s a full house, so I’m getting outta here.
The game randomly gave the simbot the name of Donavan. Traits are: Green Thumb, Ambitious, Hydrophobic, Brave, Bookworm.
To celebrate, Ham gets a heart tattooed on her left arm, to symbolize her becoming a mother. Be happy dammit!
Ham: My son left me without a hug.
I’m sure he’ll come back to many family parties! (Spoiler: Not many, at all.)
Ham: Whoa…
Ham: Magnificent.
Newest sculpture by Grænblár.
Tenderloin: I’m about to float.
Grænblár: Pardon?
Grænblár: Ach, not that.
Tenderloin: Yep, I’m finally dying.
Bernard(that’s his name now): About damn time.
Tenderloin: Just get on with it.
And the 2 days of sorrow begin.
Ham. Ham. Ham.
Ham: Just wait a sec.
Your dad’s gone.
Ham: Daaaad! Noooooo!!
And so, Tenderloin (the technically longest living sim in the legacy so far, but only because he was a vampire for a while) is put to rest. He got more action than any of the heirs.
I’ll miss him, somewhat.
With another old sim dead, more upper floor space is created.
Lepre also has a truck.
Lepre: Aw yeah, trucks are manly!
Ham: You! You bastard!
Ham: How dare you leave me alone!
Ham: What was so wrong with living forever, huh?!
Ham: I hate you!
Ham: I never want to talk you you again! … Why aren’t you saying anything?
Make up your mind, woman!
Oh, and earthquake!
Emerald: Must. Save. Legacy founder.
That’s Leroy Chimeree, by the way.
Even rescuers needs to pee.
Oh hai, Lavender!
I put most of the Chimerees in the same place, on that one dead end street that’s pretty isolated.
Bonus pop-up!
Until next time, next week somewhere.
The Lonely Refinery 