Chapter Three: Early Finish Sept 2, 2015 7:25:22 GMT
Post by Jabberwocky on Sept 2, 2015 7:25:22 GMT
Greetings all you crazy simmers and non-simmers alike! It's time for Chapter Three of this insane challenge!
Where we left off, THREE babies were born: Constance, Dorian, and El-ahrairah! We almost have a full house!
Astoria and Brandybuck became teens. Astoria got a job in culinary. Alaska FINALLY went to work. Brandybuck never did figure out how to talk. Constance only ever says Horse. Dorian is adorable. And the whole family is gone for broke!
What will this mean for the Bears? Let's find out!
Brandybuck is the best ever! Despite being a romance sim, he ALWAYS takes care of the babies and toddlers. And I never have to control him! Whenever I check on him, he's always rushing to help the little ones, even when his needs are orange! Such a good big brother.
Using what little funds were left, a bathroom was added to the master bedroom.
Alaska: This is not a bathroom. This is insanity!
A rare sight. I don't know if it's because of her isolated toddler years or what, but Constance rarely if never interacts with her siblings or mother, yet her social needs never drop. It is quite strange. I have to force people to interact with her. They get along at least.
WHAT IS THIS!
*genetic opera choir rises from the dirt* Reeeeeeeeeepo Maaaaaaaan! Reeeeeeeepo Man!
Repo Man: Wrong Repo Man!
Repo Man: That always happens...
Does it annoy you?
Repo Man: Not really. But I wish they'd change it up. Maybe sing Zydrate Anatomy once in a while.
I could do it for them.
Repo Man: Uhhhh, no thanks. I'm good.
Are you dissing my voice?
Repo Man: What? No, I was just-
Shut up and get to work!
Repo Man: Was that a jingle?
Repo Man: I just took the mirror! Why must you punish me!?
Relax. Child support doesn't exist in this universe.
Repo Man: Oh good.
Repo Man: Uhhh... Wow, look at the time! Gotta go!
Hey Astoria! How's it going?
Astoria: Sleep! Must!
Brandybuck: One, two, three. One, two, three-
This isn't dancing, Brandybuck.
Brandybuck: It could be.
Alaska: Just got off the phone with the Headmaster. Going to get Constance in a better school.
Alaska: Not HORSE! Pythagorean! Like the Greek guy!
Alaska: Math child! Math!
Alaska: It's very disconcerting.
Autonomous baby helping. Why are you not a family sim?
Alaska: Come on, say "toilet".
Alaska: Come on, Dorian, do it for Mommy.
Alaska: What is THAT?
Alaska: Who? WHEN?
*choir emerges* REEEEEEEEEEPO MAAAAAAAAAAN! REEEEEEEPO MAN!
He took your mirror and left a baby. You're welcome.
Astoria: Looking for a culinary job.
But they're not offering one today.
Astoria: Yah, you're right. Just boring politics and stuff.
Go to the job center?
Astoria: Inspiring conflagration of mental assimilations!
Your talking is so weird, woman...
Guy: A female!
Astoria: Best friends!
Guy: Rhett Tooher.
Astoria: Astoria Bears.
Rhett: Oh, yah, you're that girl that transferred out of our school back in sixth grade.
Rhett: You used to talk so weird then.
Astoria: Complicated speechcraft forms copious wonderment upon stimulation of mental capacities.
Rhett: You still talk so weird...
They hit it off as friends very well, but they both strongly disliked the other in terms of attraction.
Go find your illogical swimming robot elsewhere, Astoria.
There she goes. Off to work. Unaware of the horrors of the fast food kitchen that await her.
The Headmaster returns.
Korey: I LOVE YOUR KITCHEN! HOLY FREEDOM FRIES!
Korey: This bathroom is the best thing since sliced bread. I want your best bathroom using child in my school!
Alaska: Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat and makes us both happy.
Oh my god, Dorian, never grow up! Stay tiny and play with your rocket ship forever!
Constance always makes sure Dorian is never alone.
Constance: Horse. Horse.
Please don't confuse him, Constance. I want at least SOMEONE to be normal.
Walking around! Sleepy little puffball ^^
Swings are better fun than dart boards. Just look at that smile!
Look at you!
Alaska: Huh? What?
Nothing. Just following you around.
Yup. Second bump from the-
*choir emerges* REEEEEEEEEEEPO MAAAAAAAAN! REEEEEEEEEEEEPO MAN!
Astoria: Come my stinky brother, rise to maturation!
Final toddler picture! *sniffle* Going to miss the little tyke.
OMG! So cute! I just wanna pinch his cheeks!
Dorian: Please don't...
El-ahrairah gets a birthday too.
And Astoria has acne now. Say whaaaat? I've never seen that before.
Aww, look at El-ahrairah! So cute!
Party's over, Dorian...
Brandybuck: Hark! What toddler on yonder potty trains? It is the El-ahrairah, and Brandybuck is the trainer!
Alaska: That's right, El-ahrairah, Mommy will save you from the weird Shakespearean man.
That was your son.
Ruining Shakespeare is not grounds for disowning.
Alaska: Haha! This is for ruining Shakespeare! Be freaked out!
Alaska: Aww, who's a cute little Farkas? That's right, you're my cute little Farkas!
Black hair and brown eyes... Would have been nice if they were blue... but no.
Makoto Murray. Soon to be father of Baby G.
Alaska: Why don't we take this inside before all the children suffer horrible breakdowns.
Makoto: Uh... I think it's too late...
Astoria: Abomination! Betrayal!
Brandybuck: My heart doth shatter at such a sight!
Brandybuck: The monster doth assault my mother with his tongue! Playing upon her bottom in such a vile fashion with those hands! How could this happen!?
You meant for him to see this, didn't you?
Alaska: HE RUINED SHAKESPEARE!
Alaska: Now that the door's locked, we can bang in peace.
Makoto: Sure thing, babe.
Brandybuck: Come closer, El-ahrairah. I shalt teach thee the art of the dance.
Please just leave it at walking...
OMG! So much autonomous loving actions! WHY ARE YOU NOT A FAMILY SIM???
Dorian: An acute triangle is not a horse. I should know. I drew one this morning.
Dorian: Don't argue with me. I know what I'm talking about.
Astoria: Converse, quite simply, anon we divulge such trivial speech as suits verily now.
Dorian: Vroom vroom! Beep beep!
Constance: Nay nay nay.
Dorian: Oh my GOD! It is a CAR! A CAR!!!!!
Speaking of, they now have a remote controlled car to play with.
Dorian: All my creations are exquisite. I am the perfect artist!
Yes indeed you are, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!
Dorian: I certainly won't.
Good boy! ^^