Merrick Legacy, 4.1
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napoleonherselfWait, it's been HOW long since I bothered to post? (Part of the problem is ARGH ENDLESS WAR ROOM AT WORK TO FIX CUSTOMER ISSUE I HAVE TO BE UP AT 7 EVERY MORNING WHYYYYY, and part is that I wanted to post the gen 2 spares update before I started gen 4 main... but that ain't happening for a while yet.)
I also got around to responding to a couple of comments on previous posts finally.
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Cassandra got engaged to dormie Jonathan who had a mutual loathing of dormie Cooper who was lusted after by Duncan who slept with dormie Dominic who is in the furry llama cult which Michael got kidnapped into. Knute banged the gardener who was also banging Jeremy who obviously wanted to bang his sister who got knocked up by dormie Forrest.
It really is like a soap opera sometimes.
This time:
Onward generation four!
Hi, Michael! That's a lovely makeover you've got there. The shirt you wore when you were a teenager looks much better on you now that the neckline isn't screwed up.
A lovely makeover on the heir bedroom, too. Very red-and-black. Shame about how your cruel sim-god won't let you replace those light fixtures with something that comes in non-pastels.
The very first night back, jerkface Derek gets this chance card. The doomsday device involved also unleashing the giant robot last time, and that worked well enough, so...
Dammit! Henchmen don't grow on trees! Unless... yes... YES! It just might WORK! MWAHAHAHAHA [running off to secret lab]
And that, little Billy, is how the very first plantsim was made.
Anyway. I really want gen 4 to be the illegitimate spawn of random entries from Michael's little black book, but random means I can't pick anyone to move in.
So based on a suggestion from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eatsoylentgreen, I start inviting his laydeez over one by one.
If he autonomously woohoos with one of them,
I make her selectable so that she has a chance to get pregnant.
But despite each of his partners taking the opportunity to add a Try For Baby to the act,
he just can't seem
to seal the deal.
While Michael is busy shooting blanks, jerkface Derek is rolling some pretty Tiffany-centric wants. Like, he wants to encourage her to be JUST LIKE HIM. So I invite her over since obviously he wants to talk to her, right?
jerkface Derek: No, really, you should surround yourself with as many germs as possible while pregnant! How else will your baby build up a strong immune system?
jerkface Derek: That's my girl.
And after that touching little interlude, Michael hops back into the hot tub with Jaiden here and...
YUSSSSSS WE HAVE BABY JINGLE
Now Jaiden gets to be kidnapped for three days! After she gives birth she can go away again.
Meanwhile, I guess I should feed her, whatever. *rolls eyes*
The next day, Ruthie catches herself on fire, which is bad.
But Michael succeeds in knocking up Daisy, which is good!
And Titania's ghost roams the halls upstairs, floating past the table where Ruthie and jerkface Derek's remains will someday rest. Which is creepy.
Now Michael has at least two black-haired babies on the way, but I'm hoping to get a bit more variety than that. So while hiskidnapping victimswomb donors are doing this...
...he's directly upstairs doing this.
Blonde babies!
Roxie gets to sleep in the same bed as Michael, because they're three-bolters. Even I can be a romantic sometimes. Shh, don't tell anyone.
This is what it's like to be Michael.
And he totally knows it, too. Heir portrait!
Soon enough, along comes gen four...
Aww, it's a happy memory for Michael. That's oddly non-Romance of him.
This is Drew Trimble, who will be SimPE'd into being Drew Merrick after this play session. He's got his mom's black hair and brown eyes. The eyes will also be SimPE'd into being a non-default brown.
And this is his loving mommy, who, now that she's been made unselectable again, can't get out the door fast enough. Isn't motherhood a wonderful and precious thing?
To celebrate the birth of his great-grandchild, Hayden spends the night waking and scaring Michael.
. o O (I thought I left that door closed...)
I decide that I want the artist camera, so I have Michael check the want ads. There's an artist job that very day! And he manages to get promoted twice, since the promoted-to job runs later than the entry-level job, so I can send him back again in the car.
Ruthie is not so successful.
Eek, this baby is screaming and stinky... what I do?
Oh, duh, I know.
Here you go, sweetie!
Ruthie: I feel good about this decision.
jerkface Derek: I'm glad one of us does.
The weird thing, though, is that Drew doesn't cry at ALL as soon as jerkface Derek has him. Oh gods, he's another zero-nice-point sim who's only happy with his own kind, isn't he.
jerkface Derek: Welp, he seems fine now. I'll just put him here!
Drew: WAAAAAAAAAH THIS CARPET IS ITCHYYYY
jerkface Derek: Time to go to work!
Ruthie: Have fun, sweetie.
Drew: WAAAAAAAAAAAAH I HATE YOU ALL
jerkface Derek: Nice hustle, kid! Keep up that attitude and you'll make a great supervillain someday!
I took pity on him and made Ruthie change him after that.
And so the child slept, and dreamed.
AND DID NOT FORGET.
[DRAMATIC CHORD]
jerkface Derek: Who's a good little minion then? Yes you are! You're grandpa's little scourge of death and destruction! Yes you are! Yes you are!
Drew: NOOOO STOP IT I TOLD YOU I HATED YOU -- I HATE EVERY FOOL ON THIS MISERABLE PLA -- PLANET -- HEEHEEHEE THAT TICKLES
Drew: [steeples fingers thoughtfully] . o O (Hmm... yes. This one may actually prove useful to my plans.)
Goddammit Daisy.
jerkface Derek: Whoa, gotta go, little fella -- there's another baby being born!
Drew: WHAT -- NO, DON'T YOU PUT ME HERE, DON'T YOU DARE PUT ME BACK ON THE FLOOR AGAIN --
Drew: COME BACK HERE AND CHANGE MEEEEEE!
Drew: They will pay. Oh, yes... they will all pay.
Meanwhile, over in the tiny bathroom...
TITANIA'S EYES!
This is Adrian Smith, who will be Adrian Merrick once I break out the SimPE. I really really wanted the second black-haired baby to be a girl, but he wasn't. I gave him the name anyway. It has the benefit of being unisex.
Michael slept through the whole thing.
jerkface Derek: GodDAMN, this baby STINKS!
Drew: I HAVE NOT YET LEARNED CONTROL OVER MY BOWELS YOU LUMBERING IGNORAMUS
Daisy: You done borrowing my uterus? Okay, cool, I'm out.
Damn, Michael. Fatherhood is just so much hard work for you, isn't it?
Drew: . o O (The newcomer cries, as if any would hear it. It is weak. Its time is coming. Soon... soon.)
Drew: HEY WAIT WHY ARE YOU CHANGING HIM I'M STINKY TOOOO
Okay, Roxie, the Synchronized Jazz Hands Brigade is counting on you to produce a girl.
Success! Toby Sharpe, soon to be Merrick, has her mom's green eyes.
Toby is born shortly before 6 PM; after 6 PM, Titania is called upon to help Drew grow up into a toddler. I see a lot of his dad in him.
Sadly, though, he didn't inherit his dad's charming personality -- he's got way too many nice points for my evil-genius-baby schtick.
Michael is slowly morphing into the worst Romance sim ever.
Michael: Can you say "daddy"?
Drew: That one who never fed me!
Michael: Yay!!
COME ON REDHEADED BABY BOY. Then all my dreams will be fulfilled forever!
Michael is already making me happy by scoring the artist camera after exactly two days of being employed. Or... maybe it was three. I forget. Not many.
The old folks aren't doing a whole lot these days besides harrassing the babies; jerkface Derek is still out there murdering innocents and planning the overthrow of civilization four nights a week, but Ruthie's a bit less occupied. I therefore have her start calling every single one of her living family members so she can build up relationships enough to do a really good job of fulfilling her Have Family Reunion want. She has three siblings, seven nieces and nephews, and six other kids besides Michael, not to mention a few grandchildren born to non-heir kids. It's... a lot of phone calls.
And just because Michael is perma-plat already (thanks again, random townie who was simultaneous love #20!) doesn't mean he shouldn't still have some fun.
Michael: Look, honestly, I've already been through like half the women in this town, but it would seriously be AWESOME if I could find someone new.
Huh... well, she is new, but she doesn't have a Maxis face, so she won't be producing any bastard Merricks. Man, I wish I hadn't generated like five million custom-face-template townies before deciding to do a Maxis-y legacy.
Nastasia is also non-Maxis-y, and has no idea what to make of the furry llama cultist secret handshake!
Meanwhile,kidnappeewomb-lender Trista is dipping pretty low into the red, and I remember that she actually has more chemistry with one of Michael's cousins than with Michael. So the cousin gets invited over for a date. Yes, the two parents of the currently-incubating baby are each having a date, at the same time, with someone else. Ohh, Romance sims. (The cousin is one of Edda's kids; he'll be introduced proper, along with his siblings and all of Eula's brood, whenever I get around to finishing up and posting the gen 2 spares.)
Trista: Hey Michael, I'm just gonna go bang your cousin in the photo booth.
Michael: Cool, cool. I'm gonna go play with my son.
That night the other two babies both grow up. Adrian has a lot of his mom in him (although he does get his niceness from his dad)...
...while poor Toby appears to be pretty much a faceclone of her dad. That will probably be a very unfortunate look on a girl. She's also got the wrong eyes, which I'll have to fix in SimPE later.
Trista annoys me by giving me, yes, red hair, but a girl instead of a boy. But she has Titania's purple eyes, which makes up for it a bit.
She gets this name, and she'll LIKE it. And hopefully daddy won't ever let her anywhere near the car after she's been hanging out with her friends Jim and Johnnie. :D ...crap, does the neighborhood map even HAVE a cliff...?
Drew becomes a child! This is the face he makes when told to watch TV. I kind of love him already.
Drew: Seriously, bro, can you BELIEVE this old bastard goin' on about aliens?
Drew: I am saddened by the passage of time.
Man it is way too early to start having favorites already this generation.
Now, Michael's already got four kids, and that's probably more than enough to select a good heir (even if at least one of them is pretty cloney). But he keeps rolling wants involving Melissa here, so I invite her over and see where things go...
...and they go to the photo booth, but nothing comes of it. I even have them go on a date, and direct them to satisfy their woohoo want once it rolls up mutually, and still no baby jingle.
How would you like to be taught how to homework by your dad, who is currently in his underwear, having just slept with one of his old college hookups? Drew doesn't get a choice!
Michael is actually a good dad for a Romance sim. I send him into the nursery to teach Toby how to walk, and after he finishes that, he sticks around to first supervise her playing with the rabbit head, and then toss Adrian around.
He drops everything when Melissa calls him over for photobooth sex, though. (He fails to knock her up again. I think she's on the pill.)
Babymomma portrait! I don't know why Roxie isn't looking at the camera, but she basically refused to, so there she is, staring into space.
Not sure what I'll do with this portrait if Michael ever settles on a marriage want long enough for me to fulfill it.
Since there are a lot of birthdays afoot, and Ruthie wants a family reunion, I have her invite every blood Merrick that she knows. Which is why we wind up with a party including (L-R) Ruthie's nephew Marten, niece Sweetheart, daughter Tiffany, niece Victoria, sister Edda, daughter Crystal...
... (front-back) son Duncan, nephew Tip, sister Eula, brother Mark, daughter Cassandra, nieces Hannelore and Marigold, and sons Knute and Jeremy.
Crystal's son Rick is also here, having come home on the bus with Drew.
DANG.
I let the guests trickle in, and then I suddenly hear sobbing. Jeremy is crying. Why? I have no idea. I'm going to assume that he's still heartbroken from his sister Crystal choosing another man over him.
It's quite a shindig when they all get together for the actual birthdaying. There are a few family members who didn't even fit in the frame here.
Here's Aldo! She's got a good bit of her dad in her, but she doesn't seem as cloney as Toby did, so while I can't see anything of her mom in her quite yet, I have to assume that it's there.
Michael? The whole "wanting to teach your baby how to do things" thing? ROMANCE SIM FAIL.
Honestly. You disgust me.
Kids! Adrian makes some pretty good faces, and he has his great-grandma's eyes.
Toby keeps insisting on having default green eyes even after I SimPE her, which irritates me. She's also very, um, blonde.
Toby: UM HALP I CAN'T SIT IN THIS CHAIR BECAUSE THIS CHAIR IS IN MY WAY
Next time: Michael loses his tiny Romance-y mind! Birth, death, and alien obsessions occur! All the bastards get to talk to their moms, in some cases for the first time ever! All in all, a happy time in this loving, well-adjusted household.
I also got around to responding to a couple of comments on previous posts finally.
Previous entries:
Preamble + 1.1
2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 2.4 | 2.5
3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 | 3.4 | 3.5 | 3.6 | House tour
Preamble + 1.1
2.1 | 2.2 | 2.3 | 2.4 | 2.5
3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 | 3.4 | 3.5 | 3.6 | House tour
General warning: sometimes I swear.
Last time: Cassandra got engaged to dormie Jonathan who had a mutual loathing of dormie Cooper who was lusted after by Duncan who slept with dormie Dominic who is in the furry llama cult which Michael got kidnapped into. Knute banged the gardener who was also banging Jeremy who obviously wanted to bang his sister who got knocked up by dormie Forrest.
It really is like a soap opera sometimes.
This time:
Onward generation four!
Hi, Michael! That's a lovely makeover you've got there. The shirt you wore when you were a teenager looks much better on you now that the neckline isn't screwed up.
A lovely makeover on the heir bedroom, too. Very red-and-black. Shame about how your cruel sim-god won't let you replace those light fixtures with something that comes in non-pastels.
The very first night back, jerkface Derek gets this chance card. The doomsday device involved also unleashing the giant robot last time, and that worked well enough, so...
Dammit! Henchmen don't grow on trees! Unless... yes... YES! It just might WORK! MWAHAHAHAHA [running off to secret lab]
And that, little Billy, is how the very first plantsim was made.
Anyway. I really want gen 4 to be the illegitimate spawn of random entries from Michael's little black book, but random means I can't pick anyone to move in.
So based on a suggestion from
eatsoylentgreen, I start inviting his laydeez over one by one.If he autonomously woohoos with one of them,
I make her selectable so that she has a chance to get pregnant.
But despite each of his partners taking the opportunity to add a Try For Baby to the act,
he just can't seem
to seal the deal.
While Michael is busy shooting blanks, jerkface Derek is rolling some pretty Tiffany-centric wants. Like, he wants to encourage her to be JUST LIKE HIM. So I invite her over since obviously he wants to talk to her, right?
jerkface Derek: No, really, you should surround yourself with as many germs as possible while pregnant! How else will your baby build up a strong immune system?
jerkface Derek: That's my girl.
And after that touching little interlude, Michael hops back into the hot tub with Jaiden here and...
YUSSSSSS WE HAVE BABY JINGLE
Now Jaiden gets to be kidnapped for three days! After she gives birth she can go away again.
Meanwhile, I guess I should feed her, whatever. *rolls eyes*
The next day, Ruthie catches herself on fire, which is bad.
But Michael succeeds in knocking up Daisy, which is good!
And Titania's ghost roams the halls upstairs, floating past the table where Ruthie and jerkface Derek's remains will someday rest. Which is creepy.
Now Michael has at least two black-haired babies on the way, but I'm hoping to get a bit more variety than that. So while his
...he's directly upstairs doing this.
Blonde babies!
Roxie gets to sleep in the same bed as Michael, because they're three-bolters. Even I can be a romantic sometimes. Shh, don't tell anyone.
This is what it's like to be Michael.
And he totally knows it, too. Heir portrait!
Soon enough, along comes gen four...
Aww, it's a happy memory for Michael. That's oddly non-Romance of him.
This is Drew Trimble, who will be SimPE'd into being Drew Merrick after this play session. He's got his mom's black hair and brown eyes. The eyes will also be SimPE'd into being a non-default brown.
And this is his loving mommy, who, now that she's been made unselectable again, can't get out the door fast enough. Isn't motherhood a wonderful and precious thing?
To celebrate the birth of his great-grandchild, Hayden spends the night waking and scaring Michael.
. o O (I thought I left that door closed...)
I decide that I want the artist camera, so I have Michael check the want ads. There's an artist job that very day! And he manages to get promoted twice, since the promoted-to job runs later than the entry-level job, so I can send him back again in the car.
Ruthie is not so successful.
Eek, this baby is screaming and stinky... what I do?
Oh, duh, I know.
Here you go, sweetie!
Ruthie: I feel good about this decision.
jerkface Derek: I'm glad one of us does.
The weird thing, though, is that Drew doesn't cry at ALL as soon as jerkface Derek has him. Oh gods, he's another zero-nice-point sim who's only happy with his own kind, isn't he.
jerkface Derek: Welp, he seems fine now. I'll just put him here!
Drew: WAAAAAAAAAH THIS CARPET IS ITCHYYYY
jerkface Derek: Time to go to work!
Ruthie: Have fun, sweetie.
Drew: WAAAAAAAAAAAAH I HATE YOU ALL
jerkface Derek: Nice hustle, kid! Keep up that attitude and you'll make a great supervillain someday!
I took pity on him and made Ruthie change him after that.
And so the child slept, and dreamed.
AND DID NOT FORGET.
[DRAMATIC CHORD]
jerkface Derek: Who's a good little minion then? Yes you are! You're grandpa's little scourge of death and destruction! Yes you are! Yes you are!
Drew: NOOOO STOP IT I TOLD YOU I HATED YOU -- I HATE EVERY FOOL ON THIS MISERABLE PLA -- PLANET -- HEEHEEHEE THAT TICKLES
Drew: [steeples fingers thoughtfully] . o O (Hmm... yes. This one may actually prove useful to my plans.)
Goddammit Daisy.
jerkface Derek: Whoa, gotta go, little fella -- there's another baby being born!
Drew: WHAT -- NO, DON'T YOU PUT ME HERE, DON'T YOU DARE PUT ME BACK ON THE FLOOR AGAIN --
Drew: COME BACK HERE AND CHANGE MEEEEEE!
Drew: They will pay. Oh, yes... they will all pay.
Meanwhile, over in the tiny bathroom...
TITANIA'S EYES!
This is Adrian Smith, who will be Adrian Merrick once I break out the SimPE. I really really wanted the second black-haired baby to be a girl, but he wasn't. I gave him the name anyway. It has the benefit of being unisex.
Michael slept through the whole thing.
jerkface Derek: GodDAMN, this baby STINKS!
Drew: I HAVE NOT YET LEARNED CONTROL OVER MY BOWELS YOU LUMBERING IGNORAMUS
Daisy: You done borrowing my uterus? Okay, cool, I'm out.
Damn, Michael. Fatherhood is just so much hard work for you, isn't it?
Drew: . o O (The newcomer cries, as if any would hear it. It is weak. Its time is coming. Soon... soon.)
Drew: HEY WAIT WHY ARE YOU CHANGING HIM I'M STINKY TOOOO
Okay, Roxie, the Synchronized Jazz Hands Brigade is counting on you to produce a girl.
Success! Toby Sharpe, soon to be Merrick, has her mom's green eyes.
Toby is born shortly before 6 PM; after 6 PM, Titania is called upon to help Drew grow up into a toddler. I see a lot of his dad in him.
Sadly, though, he didn't inherit his dad's charming personality -- he's got way too many nice points for my evil-genius-baby schtick.
Michael is slowly morphing into the worst Romance sim ever.
Michael: Can you say "daddy"?
Drew: That one who never fed me!
Michael: Yay!!
COME ON REDHEADED BABY BOY. Then all my dreams will be fulfilled forever!
Michael is already making me happy by scoring the artist camera after exactly two days of being employed. Or... maybe it was three. I forget. Not many.
The old folks aren't doing a whole lot these days besides harrassing the babies; jerkface Derek is still out there murdering innocents and planning the overthrow of civilization four nights a week, but Ruthie's a bit less occupied. I therefore have her start calling every single one of her living family members so she can build up relationships enough to do a really good job of fulfilling her Have Family Reunion want. She has three siblings, seven nieces and nephews, and six other kids besides Michael, not to mention a few grandchildren born to non-heir kids. It's... a lot of phone calls.
And just because Michael is perma-plat already (thanks again, random townie who was simultaneous love #20!) doesn't mean he shouldn't still have some fun.
Michael: Look, honestly, I've already been through like half the women in this town, but it would seriously be AWESOME if I could find someone new.
Huh... well, she is new, but she doesn't have a Maxis face, so she won't be producing any bastard Merricks. Man, I wish I hadn't generated like five million custom-face-template townies before deciding to do a Maxis-y legacy.
Nastasia is also non-Maxis-y, and has no idea what to make of the furry llama cultist secret handshake!
Meanwhile,
Trista: Hey Michael, I'm just gonna go bang your cousin in the photo booth.
Michael: Cool, cool. I'm gonna go play with my son.
That night the other two babies both grow up. Adrian has a lot of his mom in him (although he does get his niceness from his dad)...
...while poor Toby appears to be pretty much a faceclone of her dad. That will probably be a very unfortunate look on a girl. She's also got the wrong eyes, which I'll have to fix in SimPE later.
Trista annoys me by giving me, yes, red hair, but a girl instead of a boy. But she has Titania's purple eyes, which makes up for it a bit.
She gets this name, and she'll LIKE it. And hopefully daddy won't ever let her anywhere near the car after she's been hanging out with her friends Jim and Johnnie. :D ...crap, does the neighborhood map even HAVE a cliff...?
Drew becomes a child! This is the face he makes when told to watch TV. I kind of love him already.
Drew: Seriously, bro, can you BELIEVE this old bastard goin' on about aliens?
Drew: I am saddened by the passage of time.
Man it is way too early to start having favorites already this generation.
Now, Michael's already got four kids, and that's probably more than enough to select a good heir (even if at least one of them is pretty cloney). But he keeps rolling wants involving Melissa here, so I invite her over and see where things go...
...and they go to the photo booth, but nothing comes of it. I even have them go on a date, and direct them to satisfy their woohoo want once it rolls up mutually, and still no baby jingle.
How would you like to be taught how to homework by your dad, who is currently in his underwear, having just slept with one of his old college hookups? Drew doesn't get a choice!
Michael is actually a good dad for a Romance sim. I send him into the nursery to teach Toby how to walk, and after he finishes that, he sticks around to first supervise her playing with the rabbit head, and then toss Adrian around.
He drops everything when Melissa calls him over for photobooth sex, though. (He fails to knock her up again. I think she's on the pill.)
Babymomma portrait! I don't know why Roxie isn't looking at the camera, but she basically refused to, so there she is, staring into space.
Not sure what I'll do with this portrait if Michael ever settles on a marriage want long enough for me to fulfill it.
Since there are a lot of birthdays afoot, and Ruthie wants a family reunion, I have her invite every blood Merrick that she knows. Which is why we wind up with a party including (L-R) Ruthie's nephew Marten, niece Sweetheart, daughter Tiffany, niece Victoria, sister Edda, daughter Crystal...
... (front-back) son Duncan, nephew Tip, sister Eula, brother Mark, daughter Cassandra, nieces Hannelore and Marigold, and sons Knute and Jeremy.
Crystal's son Rick is also here, having come home on the bus with Drew.
DANG.
I let the guests trickle in, and then I suddenly hear sobbing. Jeremy is crying. Why? I have no idea. I'm going to assume that he's still heartbroken from his sister Crystal choosing another man over him.
It's quite a shindig when they all get together for the actual birthdaying. There are a few family members who didn't even fit in the frame here.
Here's Aldo! She's got a good bit of her dad in her, but she doesn't seem as cloney as Toby did, so while I can't see anything of her mom in her quite yet, I have to assume that it's there.
Michael? The whole "wanting to teach your baby how to do things" thing? ROMANCE SIM FAIL.
Honestly. You disgust me.
Kids! Adrian makes some pretty good faces, and he has his great-grandma's eyes.
Toby keeps insisting on having default green eyes even after I SimPE her, which irritates me. She's also very, um, blonde.
Toby: UM HALP I CAN'T SIT IN THIS CHAIR BECAUSE THIS CHAIR IS IN MY WAY
Next time: Michael loses his tiny Romance-y mind! Birth, death, and alien obsessions occur! All the bastards get to talk to their moms, in some cases for the first time ever! All in all, a happy time in this loving, well-adjusted household.
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