Cryptic
title is cryptic! But first, before we get to what that means or the
HEIR POLL afterwards, we've got a nice big update to get us prepared.
Are you ready? I know I'm ready. I think Bart's readyyyyyOHMYGAWD BART?!
Both hands outta the water! Banned4lyfe!
BART - Hey, don't give me that. YOU'RE the one watching me in the bathtub with a Decensor mod. And watching me and Seven make out all the time.
. . . . Uh . . . moving on.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love the replacement paintings mod I downloaded? I do. Lookit! It's ARIEL! *fangirly squeal*
SCUMBAG RACCOON - Oh hey, look! Garbage!
Why you little . . . *rage*
CASSI - Hmm . . . I sense something momentous is about to occur.
Indeed, Cassi! It's time for Bart and Seven's eldest to finally become a man! I unchained him off the easel long enough for him to have his birthday. Seven and Antares are really getting into the spirit. Cassi and Bart . . . well . . . .
ORION - Hmm . . . I wish to do something other than paint all the time!
Uh . . . not likely, buddy. Sowwy. :(
And BAM! I give you Orion Pollination, all grown up! *wipes away tear* They just grow up so fast! *wibble* . . . anyhoo. He rolled Over-Emotional has his final trait, and decided he'd like to achieve the Pervasive Private Eye Lifetime Wish. I'm not going to bother working on that, though, unless he becomes the heir. So for now, BACK TO THE EASEL!
ORION - Awww, maaaaan. :(
The next day everybody was excused from work/school to go and see Orion graduate. I decided to go ahead and go to City Hall for the Event. Enjoy it while it lasts, cause I probably won't ever do it again. Cassi's embarrassed thought-bubble is probably because someone walked in on her in the bathroom. Again. Poor thing.
Another shot of the soon-to-be Grad. D'aww, lookit his wittle cap and gown!
Surprisingly other members of the family decided to show up for the graduation, which I wasn't expecting. Gramma Aiesha went and remarried this fella here after Morgan died. And then . . . she died like 3 days afterward. Poor thing. Bart didn't get a bad moodlet from her death either. And it's not like they had a bad relationship, it was nearly maxed. O_o I'd worry that Bart was secretly a sociopath if he didn't want to jump in Seven's pants all the time. The girl barely in the frame is Bart's youngest sister Anastasia, who recently grew up into YA stage too.
Then everyone came out and . . . WAIT! WTH!!! Orion! Graduating high school does not mean you lose your green skin!!
WHITE ORION - *cheerily tosses diploma in the air*
No, no, no! This isn't happening to meeeee . . . *tries to edit in CAS* WHAT!! Even his NAME has changed! WTF! How is that even poss-- . . . waaaaait a minute . . . .
ORION - Haha! FOOOLED YOOOOOOOU!
Dammit, Orion! Don't SCARE me like that. Apparently Bart and Seven's eldest has grown up into a ninja, because I had the camera panned on the doors and NEVER saw him come out. At any rate, he graduated Valedictorian and was voted Most Likely to Save the World, or something like that. I kinda forgot . . . <--fail.
Once everyone got back home I re-chained him to the easel. The My Little Mermaid painting finally got his skill high enough to paint portraits. He starts with Seven . . . and gives me THIS. >:[ I hate the way Sims 3 handles portrait painting, I really really do. Ugh. Well, we'll keep it for now and maybe try again later. For now, that's POINT NUMBER 3!!! Wooo! I'm finally scoring points! *throws confetti*
Since the family moved out of the underground bunker, I've redesigned it to be the family mausoleum. I got this idea from Mariah's awesome Chim-Chim-Chimeree legacy. I'll probably lose the ghosts and portraits somewhere down the road due to crashes/moves/unforseen disasters, but for now this is where the heir and spouse portraits will go, along with their urns, backed by a wall piece done in their favorite color. Nifty huh?
Seven went back to work the next day after Orion's graduation, and he was due for his 'most important promotion' so I thought I'd pan the camera out to the Science Facility to record this momentous moment . . . . and this guy randomly decides to croak. Epic photobomb, sir. Epic.
At least he's taking his death well, not freaking out and crying and making it even more uncomfortable and depressing.
SEVEN - *steps out of work* . . . what is that strange black-robed creature?
GRIM - Oh don't worry, greenie. We'll get reeeeeaaaal acquainted in twenty or so more years. >:D
As Seven stands there in shock, trying to process THAT nightmare fuel, I take this picture to chronicle that he's just become a Creature-Robot Cross-Breeder! Lifetime Wish FULFILLED! WOOOOO! Another point!!!
AUGUSTINE - Ugh, why did I even bother coming home with her?! She's not even paying attention to me at all!
ANTARES - I'd really appreciate it if you'd quit with the whining, dude. You're drowning out the voices trying to tell me the answers to these questions.
Cassi, sweetie? How come you're not over there talking to Augustine?
CASSI - . . . I don't want to.
You're gonna have to do SOME kind of socializing with your classmates if you're ever going to find yourself a significant other.
CASSI - I don't . . . I just . . . none of them are right.
What do you mean?
CASSI - I don't even know . . . can we just drop it please?
Oookaaay . . .
Cassi stayed on the couch and refused to move until Augustine finally got up and left. After that she challenged Antares to a few games of chess, and trounced him handily. It seems Cassi's determined to put the search for a potential spouse on the permenant back-burner.
Really, Orion? Really? That one's even worse than Seven's!!
Siiiiiiiigh. It'll have to do for now. Another point!
Bart's off to work at his job as a Sous Chef . . . Bart, what's with the look?
BART - Damned paparazzi hasn't moved off the lawn in HOURS! And she's blocking my way to the carpool!
Ah. I'd move if I were you, lady. He's running on a short fuse nowadays . . . .
And this is Orion back at the easel. What you see on the easel is SUPPOSED to be his self portrait. I can only see the hair. *fume* Alright, that's it, you're gonna redo that one.
This was Cassiopeia's next ranked chess match oponent. I can't remember his name. XD
She whooped him though, which is all that really matters I suppose.
This is a comparison with Orion's SECOND attempt at a self-portrait. Original is on the right. Ugh. I guess it's KINDA brighter. Bleh.
SCUMBAG RACCOON - OHAI! I haven't tipped your trashcan in a couple of hours!
Oh no you don't, you little bastard!
WILDERNESS GNOME - I declare you unwelcome, ring-tailed devil spawn! BEGONE!!!!
SCUMBAG RACCOON - Aww, man! That's WEAK! *toddles off in a huff*
And lookit! Bart maxed his cooking skill! Too bad you don't get a point for that. Oh wells.
Seven blaring on a noise maker? It must be birthday time!
The rest of the family cheers him on as well. Maybe not quite as enthusiastically as Seven does, but then . . . who else is really capable of that?
And BAM! Antares becomes a Young Adult! He's probably the only Sim I've ever had whom I felt could properly pull off that mohawk. He rolled the Cat Person trait, hence the scratchy shirt. He also decided that his Lifetime goal is to become Leader of the Free World.
Everyone sits down to enjoy some birthday cake together, for once. Seven and Cassiopeia are in a pretty heated debate about CDs it looks like, Antares is probably confused, while Bart only seems concerned about the speed with which he can shovel his cake into his mouth. And Orion is just thankful to be released from the easel for a little bit.
Since the political career doesn't require a lot of effort from me, I decide to go ahead and sign Antares up for it now since all he does otherwise is watch TV and make messes. He awesomely decides to go to City Hall in his Pirate Captain outfit. <3 The black-clad ninja legs you see in the background is Cassi's next chess oponent.
Who happens to be Tobias Goldbeard, whom Bart is STILL enemies with, even though he hasn't spoken to or even seen him since he moved in with Seven.
SEVEN - Isn't that elderly earth sim male a nemesis of your father?
CASSI - Don't worry, daddy Bart's at work right now. I'm just going to thoroughly unman him in this game of strategy and logic and then I'll send him on his way.
SEVEN - Oh, okay then. Have fun, princess.
CASSI - Thanks daddy Seven!
. . . she is so spoiled.
Antares comes back from securing his job as a Coffee Courier. He doesn't start until the next day, of course, so I parked him in front of a mirror to get started on that Charisma skill.
ANTARES - . . . and furthermore, it's ridiculous to assume that there are no monsters under the bed. When's the last time YOU were under your bed? You don't know. You haven't been there. You don't know!! You don't know me!!!!
Yah. That boy's gonna need a lot of work.
So . . . somehow Bart set himself on fire that day at work. But more importantly, he recieved his final promotion! Celebrated Five-Star Chef right there, everybody! POINT!!!
I also picked up this bad-boy with all the LTR they've been racking up. Which reminds me, both Bart and Seven have surpassed the 100,000 LTR landmark, so that's two moar points!!! Woot!
And here's Antares' portrait! Another point! And I can actually SEE it! Still blurry, but at least it's not a black blob. It's also at this point that I begin to suspect that the room was too dark, so I replaced all the lights, hence the sudden brightness.
The next morning Antares graduates in front of the new-fangled fridge, beside his own face. Because I didn't feel like a big laggy sojourn to City Hall. Apparently the excitement of throwing his diploma has completely wiped Antares' brain, too . . .
ANTARES - Woooo! I have NO IDEA WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT!
Yah, that makes two of us, buddy.
That night Uncle Juan Jr. finally kicked the bucket. And Bart FINALLY started to feel sadness again.
I had Seven test out the Moodlet Manager I'd had him buy forever-ago.
And success! Bart thanks his loving hubby, while Seven . . . daydreams about gardening tools. Yah . . . I got nothin.
Now that Bart's finally maxed his cooking skill, I let him go ahead and work out from time to time instead of cancelling the action and forcing him to read cooking books, watch the cooking channel or slavishly prepare leftovers. I'm such a considerate simmer. :D
BART - Yeah . . . right.
All too soon it was time for Cassiopeia's prom. She didn't have a date, but was happy to go alone.
She ended up getting into a fight and a dance-floor disaster, but winning the Prom Queen crown made up for it I guess.
Yes, Orion! MUCH better!
Good boy!!
Not perfect, but still waaaaaay better than the first attempt.
And he didn't finish those a moment too soon, because it's finally time for Seven to make his transition into elderhood. This would be an all-new experience for him. On his homeworld they didn't generally transition to elder days. And you! Bart! Stop laughing at your husband! You don't have the inappropriate trait, cut it out! >:[
SEVEN - Hmmm. This is an altogether new and intriguing sensation.
Awwwwwww, Seeeebbeeeeeen! You make such a cute old man!!! With your little plaid golf pants and everything!
He immediately rolled a wish to buy a cane, and I gave it to him because HOW CUTE IS THIS!?
The celebration was cut rudely short, though, by the return of an old . . . friend.
SIX - POLLINATOR! Get your carcass out here!
Seven made his way outside to confront Six yet again. The two aliens stared each other down.
SIX - First off . . . what the hell happened to you, man?
SEVEN - It's a phenomenon called aging, Six. Time flows differently here than on the homeworld. Bodies eventually begin to break down and--
SIX - Yah, yah, I get the point. I didn't want a three-hour disertation, egglayer.
SEVEN - *sigh* What do you want, Six?
SIX - I want my LIFE back, you wrinkly bastard! High Command has taken EVERYTHING from me, and it's all because of YOU! I wanted to mount a mission to take you and your spawn back to the homeworld and they denied me. ME! When I refused to accept the ruling they stripped me of my rank and banished me to this shit-hole of a planet! They even scrapped the entire pollination project! Something about telescope kidnappings being more cost effective or some junk, and that they're focusing on some desert place called Strangetown, now.
SEVEN - You were stripped of rank and banished because of your own ridiculous pride, Six, I had nothing to do with it! If you would have just left me and my family alone, none of that would have happened.
CASSI - Daddy? What's going on out here? I heard shouting . . . oh.
CASSI - *stare*
SIX - *stare*
CASSI - W-what is this I . . . m-my hearts are beating really fast, and I can't seem to catch my breath . . . wh-why does staring at him make me feel like this . . . ?
SEVEN - . . . Cassiopeia, go back inside the dwelling.
CASSI - But dad--
SEVEN - Now, Cassi.
She really didn't want to, but Seven had never used that firm tone with her before and she didn't feel up to testing it, so back inside she went.
SIX - . . . you bred a female?
SEVEN - Yes, that was my daughter. Her name is Cassiopeia.
SIX - I . . . I've never even SEEN a female of our species before. She was . . . she was . . .
SEVEN - . . . you just imprinted on my daughter, didn't you Six.
SIX - What?! Of course not! Why would you even . . .pfft! I mean, that's stupid! I'd never . . . I wouldn't . . . aw, shit. I did, didn't I. Well fuck.
SEVEN - Cassiopeia is still too young to mate, Six . . . but her day of birthing ceremony isn't too far off. If you imprinted on her, chances are she's imprinted on you as well--or will, as soon as she's matured fully. That means, whether I like it or not, you are soon to become her mate. The only question that remains is what you're going to do with this turn of events?
SIX - . . . what are you getting at, egglayer?
SEVEN - You've just been banished to a foreign planet with no food, no money, no shelter and no real means of survival. What other choices do you have, Six?
SIX - What, are you offering to let me live here? With you?
SEVEN - Well, we ARE the only two of our species currently on this planet. It would be logical for us to stick together. There are conditions, however. Do not bring up the subject of imprinting with Cassiopeia until after her birthday, and you will not even THINK of touching my daughter until she's matured . . . and no more calling me egglayer.
SIX - . . . alright, Seven. You got a deal.
And so it was that Overlord Commander #6 joined the Pollination household. He was given a quick, unceremonious introduction to the rest of the family by Seven before he toddered off into the master bathroom for a nice, relaxing bubble bath. Completely out of sorts and unprepared for all of this, Six was at a bit of a loss as to what to do with himself . . . but he still found himself drawn almost against his will to the violet-eyed creature that had so captivated his attention a moment ago.
SIX - So . . . is that what passes for education on this planet?
CASSI - Yes. *Just breathe, Cassi. Breathe!* I admit the material is ridiculously easy, but Calculus was the toughest mathematics the high-school could offer me unfortunately. Pretty simple, huh?
SIX - . . . . huh? Oh, yeah. Simple . . . that . . . that sounds about right. *I don't have one damned clue what any of that gibberish means.*
CASSI - *I bet he doesn't have the first idea what any of this means, but he's trying to pretend, to impress me. How cute!*
Aaaand THERE'S Cassi's teenage hormones. She just needed a hunky alien soldier to get 'em kick-started. ^_~
And this . . . this is just a shameless excuse to show off Six's six-pack. Rawr.
And with THAT!!! It's time for the heir pooooooooll! Which will be posted sooooooon! Until then, happy simming!
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STATS!
Generations - 2
LTWs Complete - 2
Portraits - 4
100,000 Simoleons Earned - 0
100,000 Aspiration Points Earned - 2
Skill Challenges Complete - 0
Total = 10 Points
BART - Hey, don't give me that. YOU'RE the one watching me in the bathtub with a Decensor mod. And watching me and Seven make out all the time.
. . . . Uh . . . moving on.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love the replacement paintings mod I downloaded? I do. Lookit! It's ARIEL! *fangirly squeal*
SCUMBAG RACCOON - Oh hey, look! Garbage!
Why you little . . . *rage*
CASSI - Hmm . . . I sense something momentous is about to occur.
Indeed, Cassi! It's time for Bart and Seven's eldest to finally become a man! I unchained him off the easel long enough for him to have his birthday. Seven and Antares are really getting into the spirit. Cassi and Bart . . . well . . . .
ORION - Hmm . . . I wish to do something other than paint all the time!
Uh . . . not likely, buddy. Sowwy. :(
And BAM! I give you Orion Pollination, all grown up! *wipes away tear* They just grow up so fast! *wibble* . . . anyhoo. He rolled Over-Emotional has his final trait, and decided he'd like to achieve the Pervasive Private Eye Lifetime Wish. I'm not going to bother working on that, though, unless he becomes the heir. So for now, BACK TO THE EASEL!
ORION - Awww, maaaaan. :(
The next day everybody was excused from work/school to go and see Orion graduate. I decided to go ahead and go to City Hall for the Event. Enjoy it while it lasts, cause I probably won't ever do it again. Cassi's embarrassed thought-bubble is probably because someone walked in on her in the bathroom. Again. Poor thing.
Another shot of the soon-to-be Grad. D'aww, lookit his wittle cap and gown!
Surprisingly other members of the family decided to show up for the graduation, which I wasn't expecting. Gramma Aiesha went and remarried this fella here after Morgan died. And then . . . she died like 3 days afterward. Poor thing. Bart didn't get a bad moodlet from her death either. And it's not like they had a bad relationship, it was nearly maxed. O_o I'd worry that Bart was secretly a sociopath if he didn't want to jump in Seven's pants all the time. The girl barely in the frame is Bart's youngest sister Anastasia, who recently grew up into YA stage too.
Then everyone came out and . . . WAIT! WTH!!! Orion! Graduating high school does not mean you lose your green skin!!
WHITE ORION - *cheerily tosses diploma in the air*
No, no, no! This isn't happening to meeeee . . . *tries to edit in CAS* WHAT!! Even his NAME has changed! WTF! How is that even poss-- . . . waaaaait a minute . . . .
ORION - Haha! FOOOLED YOOOOOOOU!
Dammit, Orion! Don't SCARE me like that. Apparently Bart and Seven's eldest has grown up into a ninja, because I had the camera panned on the doors and NEVER saw him come out. At any rate, he graduated Valedictorian and was voted Most Likely to Save the World, or something like that. I kinda forgot . . . <--fail.
Once everyone got back home I re-chained him to the easel. The My Little Mermaid painting finally got his skill high enough to paint portraits. He starts with Seven . . . and gives me THIS. >:[ I hate the way Sims 3 handles portrait painting, I really really do. Ugh. Well, we'll keep it for now and maybe try again later. For now, that's POINT NUMBER 3!!! Wooo! I'm finally scoring points! *throws confetti*
Since the family moved out of the underground bunker, I've redesigned it to be the family mausoleum. I got this idea from Mariah's awesome Chim-Chim-Chimeree legacy. I'll probably lose the ghosts and portraits somewhere down the road due to crashes/moves/unforseen disasters, but for now this is where the heir and spouse portraits will go, along with their urns, backed by a wall piece done in their favorite color. Nifty huh?
Seven went back to work the next day after Orion's graduation, and he was due for his 'most important promotion' so I thought I'd pan the camera out to the Science Facility to record this momentous moment . . . . and this guy randomly decides to croak. Epic photobomb, sir. Epic.
At least he's taking his death well, not freaking out and crying and making it even more uncomfortable and depressing.
SEVEN - *steps out of work* . . . what is that strange black-robed creature?
GRIM - Oh don't worry, greenie. We'll get reeeeeaaaal acquainted in twenty or so more years. >:D
As Seven stands there in shock, trying to process THAT nightmare fuel, I take this picture to chronicle that he's just become a Creature-Robot Cross-Breeder! Lifetime Wish FULFILLED! WOOOOO! Another point!!!
AUGUSTINE - Ugh, why did I even bother coming home with her?! She's not even paying attention to me at all!
ANTARES - I'd really appreciate it if you'd quit with the whining, dude. You're drowning out the voices trying to tell me the answers to these questions.
Cassi, sweetie? How come you're not over there talking to Augustine?
CASSI - . . . I don't want to.
You're gonna have to do SOME kind of socializing with your classmates if you're ever going to find yourself a significant other.
CASSI - I don't . . . I just . . . none of them are right.
What do you mean?
CASSI - I don't even know . . . can we just drop it please?
Oookaaay . . .
Cassi stayed on the couch and refused to move until Augustine finally got up and left. After that she challenged Antares to a few games of chess, and trounced him handily. It seems Cassi's determined to put the search for a potential spouse on the permenant back-burner.
Really, Orion? Really? That one's even worse than Seven's!!
Siiiiiiiigh. It'll have to do for now. Another point!
Bart's off to work at his job as a Sous Chef . . . Bart, what's with the look?
BART - Damned paparazzi hasn't moved off the lawn in HOURS! And she's blocking my way to the carpool!
Ah. I'd move if I were you, lady. He's running on a short fuse nowadays . . . .
And this is Orion back at the easel. What you see on the easel is SUPPOSED to be his self portrait. I can only see the hair. *fume* Alright, that's it, you're gonna redo that one.
This was Cassiopeia's next ranked chess match oponent. I can't remember his name. XD
She whooped him though, which is all that really matters I suppose.
This is a comparison with Orion's SECOND attempt at a self-portrait. Original is on the right. Ugh. I guess it's KINDA brighter. Bleh.
SCUMBAG RACCOON - OHAI! I haven't tipped your trashcan in a couple of hours!
Oh no you don't, you little bastard!
WILDERNESS GNOME - I declare you unwelcome, ring-tailed devil spawn! BEGONE!!!!
SCUMBAG RACCOON - Aww, man! That's WEAK! *toddles off in a huff*
And lookit! Bart maxed his cooking skill! Too bad you don't get a point for that. Oh wells.
Seven blaring on a noise maker? It must be birthday time!
The rest of the family cheers him on as well. Maybe not quite as enthusiastically as Seven does, but then . . . who else is really capable of that?
And BAM! Antares becomes a Young Adult! He's probably the only Sim I've ever had whom I felt could properly pull off that mohawk. He rolled the Cat Person trait, hence the scratchy shirt. He also decided that his Lifetime goal is to become Leader of the Free World.
Everyone sits down to enjoy some birthday cake together, for once. Seven and Cassiopeia are in a pretty heated debate about CDs it looks like, Antares is probably confused, while Bart only seems concerned about the speed with which he can shovel his cake into his mouth. And Orion is just thankful to be released from the easel for a little bit.
Since the political career doesn't require a lot of effort from me, I decide to go ahead and sign Antares up for it now since all he does otherwise is watch TV and make messes. He awesomely decides to go to City Hall in his Pirate Captain outfit. <3 The black-clad ninja legs you see in the background is Cassi's next chess oponent.
Who happens to be Tobias Goldbeard, whom Bart is STILL enemies with, even though he hasn't spoken to or even seen him since he moved in with Seven.
SEVEN - Isn't that elderly earth sim male a nemesis of your father?
CASSI - Don't worry, daddy Bart's at work right now. I'm just going to thoroughly unman him in this game of strategy and logic and then I'll send him on his way.
SEVEN - Oh, okay then. Have fun, princess.
CASSI - Thanks daddy Seven!
. . . she is so spoiled.
Antares comes back from securing his job as a Coffee Courier. He doesn't start until the next day, of course, so I parked him in front of a mirror to get started on that Charisma skill.
ANTARES - . . . and furthermore, it's ridiculous to assume that there are no monsters under the bed. When's the last time YOU were under your bed? You don't know. You haven't been there. You don't know!! You don't know me!!!!
Yah. That boy's gonna need a lot of work.
So . . . somehow Bart set himself on fire that day at work. But more importantly, he recieved his final promotion! Celebrated Five-Star Chef right there, everybody! POINT!!!
I also picked up this bad-boy with all the LTR they've been racking up. Which reminds me, both Bart and Seven have surpassed the 100,000 LTR landmark, so that's two moar points!!! Woot!
And here's Antares' portrait! Another point! And I can actually SEE it! Still blurry, but at least it's not a black blob. It's also at this point that I begin to suspect that the room was too dark, so I replaced all the lights, hence the sudden brightness.
The next morning Antares graduates in front of the new-fangled fridge, beside his own face. Because I didn't feel like a big laggy sojourn to City Hall. Apparently the excitement of throwing his diploma has completely wiped Antares' brain, too . . .
ANTARES - Woooo! I have NO IDEA WHAT I'M THINKING ABOUT!
Yah, that makes two of us, buddy.
That night Uncle Juan Jr. finally kicked the bucket. And Bart FINALLY started to feel sadness again.
I had Seven test out the Moodlet Manager I'd had him buy forever-ago.
And success! Bart thanks his loving hubby, while Seven . . . daydreams about gardening tools. Yah . . . I got nothin.
Now that Bart's finally maxed his cooking skill, I let him go ahead and work out from time to time instead of cancelling the action and forcing him to read cooking books, watch the cooking channel or slavishly prepare leftovers. I'm such a considerate simmer. :D
BART - Yeah . . . right.
All too soon it was time for Cassiopeia's prom. She didn't have a date, but was happy to go alone.
She ended up getting into a fight and a dance-floor disaster, but winning the Prom Queen crown made up for it I guess.
Yes, Orion! MUCH better!
Good boy!!
Not perfect, but still waaaaaay better than the first attempt.
And he didn't finish those a moment too soon, because it's finally time for Seven to make his transition into elderhood. This would be an all-new experience for him. On his homeworld they didn't generally transition to elder days. And you! Bart! Stop laughing at your husband! You don't have the inappropriate trait, cut it out! >:[
SEVEN - Hmmm. This is an altogether new and intriguing sensation.
Awwwwwww, Seeeebbeeeeeen! You make such a cute old man!!! With your little plaid golf pants and everything!
He immediately rolled a wish to buy a cane, and I gave it to him because HOW CUTE IS THIS!?
The celebration was cut rudely short, though, by the return of an old . . . friend.
SIX - POLLINATOR! Get your carcass out here!
Seven made his way outside to confront Six yet again. The two aliens stared each other down.
SIX - First off . . . what the hell happened to you, man?
SEVEN - It's a phenomenon called aging, Six. Time flows differently here than on the homeworld. Bodies eventually begin to break down and--
SIX - Yah, yah, I get the point. I didn't want a three-hour disertation, egglayer.
SEVEN - *sigh* What do you want, Six?
SIX - I want my LIFE back, you wrinkly bastard! High Command has taken EVERYTHING from me, and it's all because of YOU! I wanted to mount a mission to take you and your spawn back to the homeworld and they denied me. ME! When I refused to accept the ruling they stripped me of my rank and banished me to this shit-hole of a planet! They even scrapped the entire pollination project! Something about telescope kidnappings being more cost effective or some junk, and that they're focusing on some desert place called Strangetown, now.
SEVEN - You were stripped of rank and banished because of your own ridiculous pride, Six, I had nothing to do with it! If you would have just left me and my family alone, none of that would have happened.
CASSI - Daddy? What's going on out here? I heard shouting . . . oh.
CASSI - *stare*
SIX - *stare*
CASSI - W-what is this I . . . m-my hearts are beating really fast, and I can't seem to catch my breath . . . wh-why does staring at him make me feel like this . . . ?
SEVEN - . . . Cassiopeia, go back inside the dwelling.
CASSI - But dad--
SEVEN - Now, Cassi.
She really didn't want to, but Seven had never used that firm tone with her before and she didn't feel up to testing it, so back inside she went.
SIX - . . . you bred a female?
SEVEN - Yes, that was my daughter. Her name is Cassiopeia.
SIX - I . . . I've never even SEEN a female of our species before. She was . . . she was . . .
SEVEN - . . . you just imprinted on my daughter, didn't you Six.
SIX - What?! Of course not! Why would you even . . .pfft! I mean, that's stupid! I'd never . . . I wouldn't . . . aw, shit. I did, didn't I. Well fuck.
SEVEN - Cassiopeia is still too young to mate, Six . . . but her day of birthing ceremony isn't too far off. If you imprinted on her, chances are she's imprinted on you as well--or will, as soon as she's matured fully. That means, whether I like it or not, you are soon to become her mate. The only question that remains is what you're going to do with this turn of events?
SIX - . . . what are you getting at, egglayer?
SEVEN - You've just been banished to a foreign planet with no food, no money, no shelter and no real means of survival. What other choices do you have, Six?
SIX - What, are you offering to let me live here? With you?
SEVEN - Well, we ARE the only two of our species currently on this planet. It would be logical for us to stick together. There are conditions, however. Do not bring up the subject of imprinting with Cassiopeia until after her birthday, and you will not even THINK of touching my daughter until she's matured . . . and no more calling me egglayer.
SIX - . . . alright, Seven. You got a deal.
And so it was that Overlord Commander #6 joined the Pollination household. He was given a quick, unceremonious introduction to the rest of the family by Seven before he toddered off into the master bathroom for a nice, relaxing bubble bath. Completely out of sorts and unprepared for all of this, Six was at a bit of a loss as to what to do with himself . . . but he still found himself drawn almost against his will to the violet-eyed creature that had so captivated his attention a moment ago.
SIX - So . . . is that what passes for education on this planet?
CASSI - Yes. *Just breathe, Cassi. Breathe!* I admit the material is ridiculously easy, but Calculus was the toughest mathematics the high-school could offer me unfortunately. Pretty simple, huh?
SIX - . . . . huh? Oh, yeah. Simple . . . that . . . that sounds about right. *I don't have one damned clue what any of that gibberish means.*
CASSI - *I bet he doesn't have the first idea what any of this means, but he's trying to pretend, to impress me. How cute!*
Aaaand THERE'S Cassi's teenage hormones. She just needed a hunky alien soldier to get 'em kick-started. ^_~
And this . . . this is just a shameless excuse to show off Six's six-pack. Rawr.
And with THAT!!! It's time for the heir pooooooooll! Which will be posted sooooooon! Until then, happy simming!
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STATS!
Generations - 2
LTWs Complete - 2
Portraits - 4
100,000 Simoleons Earned - 0
100,000 Aspiration Points Earned - 2
Skill Challenges Complete - 0
Total = 10 Points
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