We begin this update of the Pollination
Mission Statement Legacy by a surprise visit from Bart's father, Morgan
Inkbeard. A career politician, he'd recently transitioned into an elder.
And was suddenly struck with a burning desire to reconnect with his
son, apparently.
BART - Dad.
MORGAN - Son.
Bart invited his dad inside the 'house.' Meanwhile Coconut-Bra Paparazzi Girl knew she'd stumbled upon the scoop of a lifetime.
CBPG - Mayor Inkbeard enters shady one-room shack rumored to house aliens?! I can see the headlines now!
Yah, too bad you couldn't 'see' a real shirt. :/
Unfortunately for Bart, his father's true purpose for visiting soon became painfully apparent. Two mean-spirited, hot-headed sims in the same room . . . they immediately started autonomously yelling at each other, lol.
MORGAN - What do you think you're doing?! Marrying another man?! And an ALIEN at that! Do you have any idea what this is doing to my campaign?!
BART - Oh, WOW. What the hell was I THINKING, Dad!? I'm SO sorry about finding the love of my life and being HAPPY for once. I almost ruined your chances at re-election! How DARE I?!
Bart's sarcasm. It is thinly veiled with contempt. XD
MORGAN - Now listen here--
BART - No, now YOU listen here, Dad. This is MY home, not yours. I love Seven, he loves me, and we're happy together. If you can't accept that and be happy for us, then you can just carry your ass right back through that door and never come back. Good luck explaining to mom why she can't ever see her grandsons.
MORGAN - O_o . . . now, now Bart. L-let's not be too hasty, here . . . dammit, you know Aiesha would kill me if she couldn't see her grandbabies.
Once the two stopped squabbling, Bart went to go check in on Antares while Grampa Morgan got acquainted with his eldest grandson.
MORGAN - See, Bart? See! I'm interracting with it!
BART - HIM!
MORGAN - Him! I meant him!
BART - His NAME is Orion, dad.
Morgan sat down with his own laptop after that. Perhaps trying to figure out how to fix his re-election chances?
Orion didn't mind though. He had himself an ironically hilarious toy to play with. :D
Seven came home from work then, sitting down with his dinner and eager to get to know the paternal parental figure of his lifemate.
SEVEN - Greetings, Morgan Inkbeard. I am Pollination Technician #7. It is an honor to meet you, sir. I am very glad you decided to pollinate your wife on the night that my Bart was conceived. He is the reason my two hearts continue to beat in tandem.
MORGAN - Uh . . . you're welcome?
SEVEN - Oh, please. Do not let me disturb you from your work, if you are busy.
MORGAN - Work? Oh, yeah . . . thanks . . . .
This was Morgan's 'work,' lol.
SEVEN - I'm so glad I had a chance to bond with Bart's father. :D
Ah, Seven. So wonderfully oblivious.
For all of Morgan's bluster and crankiness, to his credit he DID try to interact with Orion. But for some reason the action of picking him up just kept cancelling out. So they did a lot of this. A LOT. Like . . . 3 sim hours worth. Until I finally took pity on the senile old bat and asked him to leave.
MORGAN - He's . . . he's just so green! I want to hold him and snuggle him . . . but the GREEN!
At this point Seven had earned enough money through promotions that we were able to upgrade the bathroom appliances. A slightly less crappy shower, which Bart is currently showing off for us.
And a new Waste Disposal Uni--- uh, toilet. And a handy-dandy roll of TP. PH33R MY DECORATING SKILLZ!
SEVEN - This one doesn't have much of my species' DNA, it seems. The mission would have had him disposed of as a failure. But don't you worry, Antares. Daddy Seven still loves you no matter what. I won't let those mean soldiers toss you into the waste disposal, either.
Um . . . that's good? O_o
ORION - *screaming cry*
SEVEN - Yes Orion, Daddy Seven can see that you are unhappy. Just give him a moment to consult with Dr. Spock, here . . . *hurriedly flips pages*
Caring for two young boys while juggling a burgeoning career in the competitive science field was no easy task, but Seven managed it. Did he also manage to find some time for his mate in all the hustle and bustle?
Well . . . I'll just let you all decide for yourselves. ^_~
ORION - DAAAAAAAADDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! HUUUUUNGWYYYYYYYYYY!!
Daddy Seven to the rescue, giving the high-chair it's first and what would turn out to be it's ONLY use this generation. It's just so much easier to feed them a bottle on the floor. >_< I'm such a lazy simmer.
ORION - What's dis bwown goop? You weawy want me to eat dis? Sewiouswy?
SEVEN - Eureka! My offspring senses are tingling!
Well yes, Seven. Orion's right behind you, and Antares is in a crib in the next room.
SEVEN - No, not them. The other one.
Other one?
BART - BAAAAAAAAARGABLARGABLARG!
Oh. That one. XD
ORION - Hmm . . . Not bad. :)
All too soon it was time for Antares to have his first birthday.
SEVEN - *toooooooooooooooooooooo--*
HORMONAL BART - Either stop blowing that thing in my ear or I will shove it up your ass. >:[
SEVEN - *--oot . . . .* :(
BART - C'mon Antares, any time now. Daddy Bart needs to sit down with a carton of ice cream and a plate of spaghetti.
A few sparkles later, we have Antares the toddler. He pretty much inherited just about everything from Bart. Skintone, hair color, eye color and eye-shape. He's still pretty darned cute, though. I think you'll all agree. I offer the following toddler-spam as evidence;
We interrupt this Toddler Spam for an impending puke-a-thon by our brave Gen 1 spouse.
BART - :C
Bart and Seven tag-teamed skilling with Antares. Seven taught Antares how to talk. Or . . . tried to, at least. His heart was in the right place . . .
SEVEN - . . . and then, Daddy Seven was taken aboard the spaceship in order to come here to Earth to meet Daddy Bart. Interstellar travel can take several years, even with our species' advanced technology. Also, no matter what they try to tell you, the transporter systems are still on the fritz. Daddy Seven was very lucky he didn't end up burnt to a crisp along with One, Two, Three, Four, Five and Six.
ANTARES - . . . I dun unnerstan' any of dat, Daddy Seben. :(
Bart taught Antares how to walk . . .
. . . and took charge of the potty training, in order to make up for Seven having to deal with most of Orion's.
ANTARES - . . . can you maybe whistle or somethin, daddy? Make water sounds? Cause otherwise we're gonna be here a while . . . .
Bedtime after a busy day skilling.
And Seven made sure Orion never felt left out, too. In his own special little way, of course.
SEVEN - Look out, Orion! It's the hideously horrifying metal grasping contraption of death and dismemberment! It's going to get yoooooou!
ORION - WAT?!
Still one of my favorite toddler interactions. So cute.
It was at this point that poor Shorty-John bit the dust. Bart was pretty broken up over it, too. :(
He didn't have long to mourne, however.
BART - Ah! Aaaaaaah! Oh . . . I know what that pain means. O_o
YEP! Moar babies!
This time Bart finally gave birth to the girl he's had a wish locked in for since he got married. :D Cassiopeia Pollination. A Genius Light Sleeper Aquarius who loves Egg Rolls, R&B music and the color Spice Brown.
A female alien hybrid. What will this new development mean for our house of boys? What will it mean for Seven's native race, whose females are nearly extinct? What will it mean to Overlord Commander #6, who is at this moment barrelling toward Earth with every intention of forcing Seven and his hybrid children back to the homeworld?
Find out next time on Pollination Mission Statement! :D
BART - Dad.
MORGAN - Son.
Bart invited his dad inside the 'house.' Meanwhile Coconut-Bra Paparazzi Girl knew she'd stumbled upon the scoop of a lifetime.
CBPG - Mayor Inkbeard enters shady one-room shack rumored to house aliens?! I can see the headlines now!
Yah, too bad you couldn't 'see' a real shirt. :/
Unfortunately for Bart, his father's true purpose for visiting soon became painfully apparent. Two mean-spirited, hot-headed sims in the same room . . . they immediately started autonomously yelling at each other, lol.
MORGAN - What do you think you're doing?! Marrying another man?! And an ALIEN at that! Do you have any idea what this is doing to my campaign?!
BART - Oh, WOW. What the hell was I THINKING, Dad!? I'm SO sorry about finding the love of my life and being HAPPY for once. I almost ruined your chances at re-election! How DARE I?!
Bart's sarcasm. It is thinly veiled with contempt. XD
MORGAN - Now listen here--
BART - No, now YOU listen here, Dad. This is MY home, not yours. I love Seven, he loves me, and we're happy together. If you can't accept that and be happy for us, then you can just carry your ass right back through that door and never come back. Good luck explaining to mom why she can't ever see her grandsons.
MORGAN - O_o . . . now, now Bart. L-let's not be too hasty, here . . . dammit, you know Aiesha would kill me if she couldn't see her grandbabies.
Once the two stopped squabbling, Bart went to go check in on Antares while Grampa Morgan got acquainted with his eldest grandson.
MORGAN - See, Bart? See! I'm interracting with it!
BART - HIM!
MORGAN - Him! I meant him!
BART - His NAME is Orion, dad.
Morgan sat down with his own laptop after that. Perhaps trying to figure out how to fix his re-election chances?
Orion didn't mind though. He had himself an ironically hilarious toy to play with. :D
Seven came home from work then, sitting down with his dinner and eager to get to know the paternal parental figure of his lifemate.
SEVEN - Greetings, Morgan Inkbeard. I am Pollination Technician #7. It is an honor to meet you, sir. I am very glad you decided to pollinate your wife on the night that my Bart was conceived. He is the reason my two hearts continue to beat in tandem.
MORGAN - Uh . . . you're welcome?
SEVEN - Oh, please. Do not let me disturb you from your work, if you are busy.
MORGAN - Work? Oh, yeah . . . thanks . . . .
This was Morgan's 'work,' lol.
SEVEN - I'm so glad I had a chance to bond with Bart's father. :D
Ah, Seven. So wonderfully oblivious.
For all of Morgan's bluster and crankiness, to his credit he DID try to interact with Orion. But for some reason the action of picking him up just kept cancelling out. So they did a lot of this. A LOT. Like . . . 3 sim hours worth. Until I finally took pity on the senile old bat and asked him to leave.
MORGAN - He's . . . he's just so green! I want to hold him and snuggle him . . . but the GREEN!
At this point Seven had earned enough money through promotions that we were able to upgrade the bathroom appliances. A slightly less crappy shower, which Bart is currently showing off for us.
And a new Waste Disposal Uni--- uh, toilet. And a handy-dandy roll of TP. PH33R MY DECORATING SKILLZ!
SEVEN - This one doesn't have much of my species' DNA, it seems. The mission would have had him disposed of as a failure. But don't you worry, Antares. Daddy Seven still loves you no matter what. I won't let those mean soldiers toss you into the waste disposal, either.
Um . . . that's good? O_o
ORION - *screaming cry*
SEVEN - Yes Orion, Daddy Seven can see that you are unhappy. Just give him a moment to consult with Dr. Spock, here . . . *hurriedly flips pages*
Caring for two young boys while juggling a burgeoning career in the competitive science field was no easy task, but Seven managed it. Did he also manage to find some time for his mate in all the hustle and bustle?
Well . . . I'll just let you all decide for yourselves. ^_~
ORION - DAAAAAAAADDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! HUUUUUNGWYYYYYYYYYY!!
Daddy Seven to the rescue, giving the high-chair it's first and what would turn out to be it's ONLY use this generation. It's just so much easier to feed them a bottle on the floor. >_< I'm such a lazy simmer.
ORION - What's dis bwown goop? You weawy want me to eat dis? Sewiouswy?
SEVEN - Eureka! My offspring senses are tingling!
Well yes, Seven. Orion's right behind you, and Antares is in a crib in the next room.
SEVEN - No, not them. The other one.
Other one?
BART - BAAAAAAAAARGABLARGABLARG!
Oh. That one. XD
ORION - Hmm . . . Not bad. :)
All too soon it was time for Antares to have his first birthday.
SEVEN - *toooooooooooooooooooooo--*
HORMONAL BART - Either stop blowing that thing in my ear or I will shove it up your ass. >:[
SEVEN - *--oot . . . .* :(
BART - C'mon Antares, any time now. Daddy Bart needs to sit down with a carton of ice cream and a plate of spaghetti.
A few sparkles later, we have Antares the toddler. He pretty much inherited just about everything from Bart. Skintone, hair color, eye color and eye-shape. He's still pretty darned cute, though. I think you'll all agree. I offer the following toddler-spam as evidence;
We interrupt this Toddler Spam for an impending puke-a-thon by our brave Gen 1 spouse.
BART - :C
Bart and Seven tag-teamed skilling with Antares. Seven taught Antares how to talk. Or . . . tried to, at least. His heart was in the right place . . .
SEVEN - . . . and then, Daddy Seven was taken aboard the spaceship in order to come here to Earth to meet Daddy Bart. Interstellar travel can take several years, even with our species' advanced technology. Also, no matter what they try to tell you, the transporter systems are still on the fritz. Daddy Seven was very lucky he didn't end up burnt to a crisp along with One, Two, Three, Four, Five and Six.
ANTARES - . . . I dun unnerstan' any of dat, Daddy Seben. :(
Bart taught Antares how to walk . . .
. . . and took charge of the potty training, in order to make up for Seven having to deal with most of Orion's.
ANTARES - . . . can you maybe whistle or somethin, daddy? Make water sounds? Cause otherwise we're gonna be here a while . . . .
Bedtime after a busy day skilling.
And Seven made sure Orion never felt left out, too. In his own special little way, of course.
SEVEN - Look out, Orion! It's the hideously horrifying metal grasping contraption of death and dismemberment! It's going to get yoooooou!
ORION - WAT?!
Still one of my favorite toddler interactions. So cute.
It was at this point that poor Shorty-John bit the dust. Bart was pretty broken up over it, too. :(
He didn't have long to mourne, however.
BART - Ah! Aaaaaaah! Oh . . . I know what that pain means. O_o
YEP! Moar babies!
This time Bart finally gave birth to the girl he's had a wish locked in for since he got married. :D Cassiopeia Pollination. A Genius Light Sleeper Aquarius who loves Egg Rolls, R&B music and the color Spice Brown.
A female alien hybrid. What will this new development mean for our house of boys? What will it mean for Seven's native race, whose females are nearly extinct? What will it mean to Overlord Commander #6, who is at this moment barrelling toward Earth with every intention of forcing Seven and his hybrid children back to the homeworld?
Find out next time on Pollination Mission Statement! :D
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