Last time; Egg Yolk became a toddler, Macaroni became a teen, Pollen became the heiress and the hunt for a spouse began.
We start this chapter with… a burglar! Yay, my first burglary in this legacy!
But no worries. I have a burglar alarm.
Face one cop to the rescue!
Oops! Forgot to put up a ceiling.
Macaroni: You can see Saturn from here. Even though we have an actual roof.
Oh well… Fixed.
Pollen: Imma ’bout to finish you, sis!
Macaroni: Hmph! In your dreams, sister!
Pollen is out on a spouse hunt and revisits Shark Racket.
Normally he’s cute, but sometimes he’s scary. Just look at that smile. *shiver*
Pollen: Hey, have you heard that *insert random mostly uninteresting thing here*.
Shark: Hee hee hee.
The interaction itself is funny, but the gossip is always garbage.
Only in The Sims…
Shark: If I become your spouse, does that mean we’re gonna have bells around? Because I don’t like bells.
Pollen: Probably not, but we’d get rings that disappear once you put them on your finger.
Pollen: Wow, you changed fast.
Once Shark’s shift ended, he changed outfit in the blink of an eye. Maybe he is Superman?
At least he has the muscles to be Superman.
Shark: Oh yeah.
Pollen: I love my little sister.
*Insert funny line here* I have no idea why I took this picture.
A lot of estrogen here. This household needs some testosterone.
Pollen heads to the styling studio in hopes of meeting Shark again.
Pollen: Do I look good enough?
Pollen: How’s my teeth?
Pollen: How’s my skin?
Pollen: Brushing my teeth would be a good idea.
Pollen: Okay, where is that man?
Turns out, he’s in the park. Why?
Shark: Someone made hamburgers. And hamburgers are my favourite food!
Pollen: Aw I forgive you.
Those muscles… Shark the muscle mountain and Pollen the thin stick. Match made in heaven!
Pollen: Isn’t it weird that it is always a bit cloudy but never rainy?
Shark: *Something probably very important*
Holy shit is that a burglar in the background?!
Shark: *Probably something very important too*
Phew, the burglar is gone… Or is he?!
Pollen: You are very muscular, and probably very strong too. I hope you won’t break my bones during woohoo.
If you have excessive funds you can, if you have a good or evil sim, donate money every day. Pretty nifty if you follow legacy rules very closely.
Here’s, for no reason, a laundry gnome! These don’t tend to stick around for long, like the other gnomes.
Macaroni: You know what’s garbage (except these stinky turkey plates)? You being the heir.
Notice the birthday cake there, it means par-tay! *happy face*
This is what the founders mostly do nowadays. Painting. Steven barely works, but he’ll reach his LTW pretty soon.
Oh hai, Lucy Ferne! You’re old, but I think you’ve aged pretty well. That coat on the other hand is hideous.
Cho Sonwhun: Hi Steven! (I hate you!)
And to think I almost made you co-founder.
Although these 2 would rather have salad and cookies than cake.
Lucy: Salad is good for you.
Egg Yolk: Birthdays make me cross-eyed.
Egg Yolk: Look at me! I’m growing up!
A face one has joined the club of preferring something else over cake. Weirdo.
Egg Yolk: Tadaa!
Egg Yolk: You’re still not paying attention to me.
Egg Yolk: Oh well, now I get to eat cake!
But first a makeover! Egg Yolk rolled Virtuoso.
I bet she got it from her daddy.
Steven: I am awesome.
Indeed. He can play with his eyes closed!
Shark: But it worked for Chad Creeper.
Sofia: That creepy guy? Heck no.
Shark: *Sad face*
Sofia: You know what Shark, the Overseer decided that you are the yellow spouse.
I hope future children will get that hair colour, it’s delicious.
Egg Yolk: Just the idea of dirty clothes lying around is rubbish!
DeAndre: At least the music is good.
Egg Yolk: Indeed.
Steven is still rocking it out.
Pollen enjoys her father’s music too.
Pollen: By the way, what’s up with this house anyway?
Haha, I put the door on wrong side. But anyway, you’ll find that during this legacy I’ll change houses a lot since I tend to get bored of them quickly.
Steven doesn’t seem to be bothered though.
Pollen: Oh Em Gee! Does that mean we’ll get a better TV?
Sofia: I thought you were a technophobe.
Pollen: I thought you disliked children.
Pollen: Let’s dance… Mother.
Freak face picture for the sake of freaky.
Rock stardom. A turn on apparently.
Pollen: Homework time!
That’s it for this time! Kind of a filler post, but I promise there’s some good stuff for the next chapter.
Until next time…