We're back for another edition of
Pollination : Mission Statement! We left off with Bart giving birth to a
miracle of sorts, a female alien-human hybrid. Seven was as excited and
proud as he was worried and anxious. For the fact of her gender alone,
Cassiopeia was now in far more danger than his sons. If High Command
ever found out about her, Seven knew they'd stop at nothing to take her
away . . . . Still, for now she was safe. And precious. Very, very
precious.
Their bunker needed some upgrades and additions, but they were a little low on funds. Seven made the heartwarming sacrifice of selling the laptop computer that Bart had given them on their wedding in order to afford them.
No time for money woes though, because it's Orion's birthday! Just a warning, as the title suggests this is only the first of many this update. So get ready for cake-overload.
SEVEN - *toooooooooooooooooooot!*
BART - Where does he keep getting those things . . . >:D
Orion blowing out his candles. He is a contender for being one of the cutest toddlers I've ever seen, and I run a 100 BC too so that's saying something.
SEVEN - I REEAAALLLY LOOOOOVE CAAAAAAAAAKE! >:D
Wow, Sev. Let's bring it down a notch or twenty, eh? O_o
Orion transitioned into his child stage, rolling Virtuoso as his next trait. And already starting off on the right foot, I see.
ORION - I wanna sit down and eat my cake but the chair's in the way! :C
*headdesk*
Seven and Bart sit down to enjoy some of the endless supply of birthday cake together.
SEVEN - I was surprised that Orion wanted an easel for his day of birthing gift. He has not shown any inclinations toward art that I know of.
BART - Just eat your cake, babe. Just eat your cake.
Confession time - Heir or no, I have nominated Orion to be my legacy portraitist, at least for Bart and Seven's portraits anyways. Hence why he gets an easel and then gets chained to it for most of his free time henceforth. I'm hoping I can skill him up in time to get them done before Seven and Bart hit elderhood . . . .
While Orion paints and the babies sleep, Bart and Seven give their new, fancier bed a try.
BART - This new bed is pretty darned comfy. I approve. :D
SEVEN - Indeed, though it's 'structural integrity' is still in need of some testing, I think.
BART - Oh REALLY? And how would you suggest we go about 'testing' that?
SEVEN - I've got a hypothesis or two in mind . . . .
The next morning Seven and Orion sat down to breakfast together before their carpool/bus arrived.
SEVEN - I am eager to see you excel at your Earth school studies, Orion. No doubt they will be childishly simple for your higher-developed brain, but you mustn't brag about it. Earth Sims can be very touchy about this, trust me. I speak from experience. What field of study do you think you will fancy? Physics? Engineering? Mathmatics?
ORION - Actually dad, I was thinking about learning how to play the guitar and joining a band in my teens.
SEVEN - *nearly chokes to death from shock and disbelief*
Here's Seven, off to work. As you can see from his different attire, he's gotten himself another promotion, this time to Useless Contraption Manipulator. He looks so proud, even in that hideous tweed jacket.
Meanwhile Orion was off for his first day of school. Good luck little buddy!
Bart got stuck at home with the babies, as usual. Luckily he's such a loving and attentive daddy.
Just to show that I DO unchain Orion from the art easel from time to time, here he is getting in a good joyride on the couch while Seven devours some more birthday cake in the background.
And what's this! Another promotion for Seven, to Fertilizer Analyst. Seven would tell you that this speedy career advancement is all due to his far-superior intellect and knowledge of the working universe, but he's since learned his lesson about that sort of bragging. So we'll just chalk it up to a lot of skilling, good moods and good luck with independent research instead.
Unfortunately when Orion was a toddler, the family couldn't afford much in the way of extras. But now thanks to Seven's many promotions and bonuses, we've got ourselves a TSAL of sorts. I don't lay them all out at once, but they have their own bookshelf in the nursery and Antares has been giving them a workout in the latter days of his life-stage.
Bart finally, FINALLY gets to go back to work, poor thing. Here he is off to his first day as a Spice Runner. And lucky for me Bart goes to work right as Seven gets let out, so there's no need to hire babysitters. Woot!
Orion brought this fellow home with him from school one day. I forget his name now, and since he refused to go beyond the first floor facade, Orion didn't much remember him after this either.
ORION - Don't you wanna come downstairs?
RANDOM KID - No way!
ORION - Hmph. Suit yourself.
And look, it's another birthday! *sarcastic surprise face* Seven and Orion strike simultaneous cheer poses, and for once Bart is spared the noise maker as little Cassiopeia makes her transition to toddler.
Because I failed to get a good in-game shot of her until later, I'll include this CAS pic just to illustrate how much win Cassi is made of. She has Bart's skin unfortunately, but she got the alien hair as well as the alien eye-shape, and they're PURPLE! I <3 Cassiopeia so much. So, so much.
Daddy Seven got started on her potty training right away. No messy diapers for his little interstellar princess, oh no.
It's at about this time that some random old townie rings the doorbell . . . .
RANDOM OLD TOWNIE - Helloooo! Is anybody in there?! Heelloooooooooooo?!
SEVEN - Excuse me, elderly Earth Sim, but I have no idea who you are and your senile shouting is disturbing my infant offspring. I must ask you to vacate the premesis immediately.
ROT - Okie dokles! *whips out cane and todders off*
SEVEN - I wonder if he's registered as missing from an elderly caregiving facility. I'll have to check into that later . . . .
Seven is certain to shower love on all of his offpsring, no matter the amount of alien DNA in their bodies. Here he is, giving Antares a little pre-birthday snuggles.
While everyone else is busy with cake in the next room, Cassi gets started on her TSAL, much to the delight of her Genius trait.
Bart, as always, takes the baby to the cake. Meanwhile Antares looks smugly pleased at all the attention.
Orion really gets in the spirit of cheering his little brother on.
And of course, Seven is never one to be outdone when it comes to birthday cheering.
ANTARES - I sense a disturbance in the force . . . .
Or--and this is just a theory--maybe you're getting a headache from that EPIC eyecross? At any rate, Antares became a child in due fashion, looking like a mini-Bart and rolling the Mooch trait.
He sat down for some cake with his fathers, and apparently eager for some meaningful conversation now that he was out of diapers.
ANTARES - Soooo . . . computer. When are we getting one? Soon right? Like tomorrow, soon? Dad? Dad. Are you listening to me dad? Dad!
SEVEN & BART - *engrossed in cake*
Now that Antares had had his birthday, it was time for Orion to hatch his master money-making plan.
ANTARES - How come I have to bake all the muffins? :<
OFF-SCREEN ORION - Because you got to read the cooking skill books and I didn't. Now less whining and more baking!
Once the first batch was finished Orion was quick to set up shop, eager for the profits to start rolling in. Antares keeps toiling away there in the background . . . .
Until Orion deemed that one batch of each type was plenty. Then Antares was set loose to enjoy the rest of the evening on the Pirate Ship springrider. As you can tell from his expression, it was a big hit. Also you might have notieced his distinctive attire. He's insane, and he lives in Barnacle Bay. I thought the pirate outfit was fitting. ^ ^
. . . I know that face. Orion! Did you just lick those muffins?!
ORION - *innocent whistle* I have no idea what you're talking about . . . .
Unfortunately, whether from his less-than-sanitary management or something else, poor Orion managed the table well into the night and no one ever bought any of their muffins. Instead they just stood around and thought about how funny it was for a little green boy to be managing a baked goods table. Racist bastards.
Seven is still doting on his spoiled little princess, as we can see.
And then Antares decided to give me a heart-attack. >.<
ANTARES - *high-pitched screeching raptor noises*
Holy mother of Cheezus!
So much for not having any alien DNA, huh?!
SMUG ANTARES - I have no idea what you're talking about.
Suuuuure you don't. I'm on to you, mister.
Antares also decided to take it upon himself to become the little prankster of the house. He's just booby-trapped the shower in this shot. It'll come into play a little bit later in the update.
Antares was also quite fond of ruling over the bunker. Orion was always game to play along.
Then it was time for Antares' first day of school.
ANTARES - I've got my EYE on you, bus driver. So don't even think about tail-gating while I'm on board!
ORION - *slides a little farther down in the seat* Kill me now . . .
And yet ANOTHER promotion for Seven! This is actually two promotions past the last one, as this is his Aquatic Ecosystem Tweaker uniform. We skipped a Carniverous Plant Tender pic. This is also about the time that I stopped monitering the promotions all-together. XD <--lazy simmer
BART - Can you say Daddy, Cassi? Can you say Daddy for me?
CASSI - . . . of course I can say 'Daddy.' I have highly developed brain function due to my hybrid genetics, after all.
BART - Oh . . . well then.
CASSI - But I still lub you, Daddy Bart. <3
BART - Aww, I love you too, sweetpea.
ANTARES - So . . . school was fun, huh?
ORION - If you say so. I could've done without you accusing the bus driver of being a llama supervillain, though.
ANTARES - I don't think I care for this homework thing, though.
ORION - Yah, why do they have to make it so hard?
Overhearing this, Seven worries for the intelligence level of his eldest boys . . . .
Not long after that, Seven decided to take a shower . . . .
. . . with unexpected results.
SEVEN - What? What is this . . . pink?!
SEVEN - Antaaareeeeeees!
POKER-FACE ANTARES - I admit to nothing.
Meanwhile Orion is chatting up a friend from school. I decided to let the kids pick their own future spouses, in a way. Essentially I always put them on the 'Talk to Friends' option while at school, and whoever they connect with first/the fastest, that's who I'll persue later in life. For Orion, he's seemed to set his sights on little Angelina Rao, here.
That evening, while everyone else was asleep/painting/at work, Seven decided to celebrate his Adult birthday alone and with little fanfare. He's got enough excitement to make up for it, however. I mean, just look at that face.
He of course doesn't look much different, except for a few new lines around his mouth. Still adorkably cute. And cross-eyed. *sigh*
Unfortunately, Seven's celebration was cut rudely short . . . .
SIX - Hey, Pollinator! Get your scrawny meatsack up here, pronto! We've got a score to settle, you and I . . . . .
That's it for now! Tune in tomorrow to find out how this epic alien showdown turns out . . . .
STATS! (haven't changed yet, but I thought I'd still include the scorecard for the heck of it)
Generations - 2
LTWs Complete - 0
Portraits - 0
100,000 Simoleons Earned - 0
100,000 Aspiration Points Earned - 0
Skill Challenges Complete - 0
Total = 2 Point(s)
Their bunker needed some upgrades and additions, but they were a little low on funds. Seven made the heartwarming sacrifice of selling the laptop computer that Bart had given them on their wedding in order to afford them.
No time for money woes though, because it's Orion's birthday! Just a warning, as the title suggests this is only the first of many this update. So get ready for cake-overload.
SEVEN - *toooooooooooooooooooot!*
BART - Where does he keep getting those things . . . >:D
Orion blowing out his candles. He is a contender for being one of the cutest toddlers I've ever seen, and I run a 100 BC too so that's saying something.
SEVEN - I REEAAALLLY LOOOOOVE CAAAAAAAAAKE! >:D
Wow, Sev. Let's bring it down a notch or twenty, eh? O_o
Orion transitioned into his child stage, rolling Virtuoso as his next trait. And already starting off on the right foot, I see.
ORION - I wanna sit down and eat my cake but the chair's in the way! :C
*headdesk*
Seven and Bart sit down to enjoy some of the endless supply of birthday cake together.
SEVEN - I was surprised that Orion wanted an easel for his day of birthing gift. He has not shown any inclinations toward art that I know of.
BART - Just eat your cake, babe. Just eat your cake.
Confession time - Heir or no, I have nominated Orion to be my legacy portraitist, at least for Bart and Seven's portraits anyways. Hence why he gets an easel and then gets chained to it for most of his free time henceforth. I'm hoping I can skill him up in time to get them done before Seven and Bart hit elderhood . . . .
While Orion paints and the babies sleep, Bart and Seven give their new, fancier bed a try.
BART - This new bed is pretty darned comfy. I approve. :D
SEVEN - Indeed, though it's 'structural integrity' is still in need of some testing, I think.
BART - Oh REALLY? And how would you suggest we go about 'testing' that?
SEVEN - I've got a hypothesis or two in mind . . . .
The next morning Seven and Orion sat down to breakfast together before their carpool/bus arrived.
SEVEN - I am eager to see you excel at your Earth school studies, Orion. No doubt they will be childishly simple for your higher-developed brain, but you mustn't brag about it. Earth Sims can be very touchy about this, trust me. I speak from experience. What field of study do you think you will fancy? Physics? Engineering? Mathmatics?
ORION - Actually dad, I was thinking about learning how to play the guitar and joining a band in my teens.
SEVEN - *nearly chokes to death from shock and disbelief*
Here's Seven, off to work. As you can see from his different attire, he's gotten himself another promotion, this time to Useless Contraption Manipulator. He looks so proud, even in that hideous tweed jacket.
Meanwhile Orion was off for his first day of school. Good luck little buddy!
Bart got stuck at home with the babies, as usual. Luckily he's such a loving and attentive daddy.
Just to show that I DO unchain Orion from the art easel from time to time, here he is getting in a good joyride on the couch while Seven devours some more birthday cake in the background.
And what's this! Another promotion for Seven, to Fertilizer Analyst. Seven would tell you that this speedy career advancement is all due to his far-superior intellect and knowledge of the working universe, but he's since learned his lesson about that sort of bragging. So we'll just chalk it up to a lot of skilling, good moods and good luck with independent research instead.
Unfortunately when Orion was a toddler, the family couldn't afford much in the way of extras. But now thanks to Seven's many promotions and bonuses, we've got ourselves a TSAL of sorts. I don't lay them all out at once, but they have their own bookshelf in the nursery and Antares has been giving them a workout in the latter days of his life-stage.
Bart finally, FINALLY gets to go back to work, poor thing. Here he is off to his first day as a Spice Runner. And lucky for me Bart goes to work right as Seven gets let out, so there's no need to hire babysitters. Woot!
Orion brought this fellow home with him from school one day. I forget his name now, and since he refused to go beyond the first floor facade, Orion didn't much remember him after this either.
ORION - Don't you wanna come downstairs?
RANDOM KID - No way!
ORION - Hmph. Suit yourself.
And look, it's another birthday! *sarcastic surprise face* Seven and Orion strike simultaneous cheer poses, and for once Bart is spared the noise maker as little Cassiopeia makes her transition to toddler.
Because I failed to get a good in-game shot of her until later, I'll include this CAS pic just to illustrate how much win Cassi is made of. She has Bart's skin unfortunately, but she got the alien hair as well as the alien eye-shape, and they're PURPLE! I <3 Cassiopeia so much. So, so much.
Daddy Seven got started on her potty training right away. No messy diapers for his little interstellar princess, oh no.
It's at about this time that some random old townie rings the doorbell . . . .
RANDOM OLD TOWNIE - Helloooo! Is anybody in there?! Heelloooooooooooo?!
SEVEN - Excuse me, elderly Earth Sim, but I have no idea who you are and your senile shouting is disturbing my infant offspring. I must ask you to vacate the premesis immediately.
ROT - Okie dokles! *whips out cane and todders off*
SEVEN - I wonder if he's registered as missing from an elderly caregiving facility. I'll have to check into that later . . . .
Seven is certain to shower love on all of his offpsring, no matter the amount of alien DNA in their bodies. Here he is, giving Antares a little pre-birthday snuggles.
While everyone else is busy with cake in the next room, Cassi gets started on her TSAL, much to the delight of her Genius trait.
Bart, as always, takes the baby to the cake. Meanwhile Antares looks smugly pleased at all the attention.
Orion really gets in the spirit of cheering his little brother on.
And of course, Seven is never one to be outdone when it comes to birthday cheering.
ANTARES - I sense a disturbance in the force . . . .
Or--and this is just a theory--maybe you're getting a headache from that EPIC eyecross? At any rate, Antares became a child in due fashion, looking like a mini-Bart and rolling the Mooch trait.
He sat down for some cake with his fathers, and apparently eager for some meaningful conversation now that he was out of diapers.
ANTARES - Soooo . . . computer. When are we getting one? Soon right? Like tomorrow, soon? Dad? Dad. Are you listening to me dad? Dad!
SEVEN & BART - *engrossed in cake*
Now that Antares had had his birthday, it was time for Orion to hatch his master money-making plan.
ANTARES - How come I have to bake all the muffins? :<
OFF-SCREEN ORION - Because you got to read the cooking skill books and I didn't. Now less whining and more baking!
Once the first batch was finished Orion was quick to set up shop, eager for the profits to start rolling in. Antares keeps toiling away there in the background . . . .
Until Orion deemed that one batch of each type was plenty. Then Antares was set loose to enjoy the rest of the evening on the Pirate Ship springrider. As you can tell from his expression, it was a big hit. Also you might have notieced his distinctive attire. He's insane, and he lives in Barnacle Bay. I thought the pirate outfit was fitting. ^ ^
. . . I know that face. Orion! Did you just lick those muffins?!
ORION - *innocent whistle* I have no idea what you're talking about . . . .
Unfortunately, whether from his less-than-sanitary management or something else, poor Orion managed the table well into the night and no one ever bought any of their muffins. Instead they just stood around and thought about how funny it was for a little green boy to be managing a baked goods table. Racist bastards.
Seven is still doting on his spoiled little princess, as we can see.
And then Antares decided to give me a heart-attack. >.<
ANTARES - *high-pitched screeching raptor noises*
Holy mother of Cheezus!
So much for not having any alien DNA, huh?!
SMUG ANTARES - I have no idea what you're talking about.
Suuuuure you don't. I'm on to you, mister.
Antares also decided to take it upon himself to become the little prankster of the house. He's just booby-trapped the shower in this shot. It'll come into play a little bit later in the update.
Antares was also quite fond of ruling over the bunker. Orion was always game to play along.
Then it was time for Antares' first day of school.
ANTARES - I've got my EYE on you, bus driver. So don't even think about tail-gating while I'm on board!
ORION - *slides a little farther down in the seat* Kill me now . . .
And yet ANOTHER promotion for Seven! This is actually two promotions past the last one, as this is his Aquatic Ecosystem Tweaker uniform. We skipped a Carniverous Plant Tender pic. This is also about the time that I stopped monitering the promotions all-together. XD <--lazy simmer
BART - Can you say Daddy, Cassi? Can you say Daddy for me?
CASSI - . . . of course I can say 'Daddy.' I have highly developed brain function due to my hybrid genetics, after all.
BART - Oh . . . well then.
CASSI - But I still lub you, Daddy Bart. <3
BART - Aww, I love you too, sweetpea.
ANTARES - So . . . school was fun, huh?
ORION - If you say so. I could've done without you accusing the bus driver of being a llama supervillain, though.
ANTARES - I don't think I care for this homework thing, though.
ORION - Yah, why do they have to make it so hard?
Overhearing this, Seven worries for the intelligence level of his eldest boys . . . .
Not long after that, Seven decided to take a shower . . . .
. . . with unexpected results.
SEVEN - What? What is this . . . pink?!
SEVEN - Antaaareeeeeees!
POKER-FACE ANTARES - I admit to nothing.
Meanwhile Orion is chatting up a friend from school. I decided to let the kids pick their own future spouses, in a way. Essentially I always put them on the 'Talk to Friends' option while at school, and whoever they connect with first/the fastest, that's who I'll persue later in life. For Orion, he's seemed to set his sights on little Angelina Rao, here.
That evening, while everyone else was asleep/painting/at work, Seven decided to celebrate his Adult birthday alone and with little fanfare. He's got enough excitement to make up for it, however. I mean, just look at that face.
He of course doesn't look much different, except for a few new lines around his mouth. Still adorkably cute. And cross-eyed. *sigh*
Unfortunately, Seven's celebration was cut rudely short . . . .
SIX - Hey, Pollinator! Get your scrawny meatsack up here, pronto! We've got a score to settle, you and I . . . . .
That's it for now! Tune in tomorrow to find out how this epic alien showdown turns out . . . .
STATS! (haven't changed yet, but I thought I'd still include the scorecard for the heck of it)
Generations - 2
LTWs Complete - 0
Portraits - 0
100,000 Simoleons Earned - 0
100,000 Aspiration Points Earned - 0
Skill Challenges Complete - 0
Total = 2 Point(s)
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