So, last update I left you guys in a
bit of a cliff-hanger . . . Well have no fear, the resolution is near!
(AND I rhymed, go me!) Let's get right into the thick of things, shall
we?
Upon hearing Six's booming demand Seven was quick to scramble upstairs and confront him outside. Anything to keep him from going in and getting anywhere near his offspring, Cassiopeia especially. Six wasted no time in laying into him as soon as he appeared.
SIX - You! Go get your little hybrid sprogs and get back here, pronto, so I can get off this miserable rock!
SEVEN - No, Six! I told you on the communicator, I have no intentions of returning to the homeworld! My offspring and I are staying here, and that's final!
SIX - What, you think you can just declare something and make it so, Egglayer? High Command doesn't work that way, doofus. You were brought here to complete a mission. A mission under MY command. I have never failed to complete a mission, and I'm sure as hell not going to go back and tell them I let one measly little love-struck Pollinator ruin my perfect record!
SEVEN - Well you better think of something to tell them, Six, because I. Am. Not. Leaving. There's nothing you can say or do to change that, either.
SIX - Oh really?! How about I beat you into a little green mush-pile on the side of this road? Then I'll just take the little hybrids back myself!
SEVEN - You can't touch me, Six. You see, I didn't just pollinate an Earth Sim. I imprinted with one. So under the law of High Command you can't lay a finger on me. I have resigned from the Collective, Six. Just accept it, and leave me in peace!
SIX - You have got to be . . . aurrrgh! Imprinted?! . . . . Don't think this is over, Pollinator.
Seven watched until Six disappeared back into the brilliant light of transport. Then he went back down into the bunker, where his children continued to play and laugh, completely unaware of the danger that they'd just avoided. Seven knew Six might still return and cause more trouble, but for now things were back to normal. Well, as normal as things could ever be in the Pollination household.
(End of loosely thrown-together Plot Sequence for now)
ORION - *narrow eyed* Weren't you supposed to do the dishes?
ANTARES - Haha! Now that is a humorous assumption. My floatie has assured me that it is in fact YOUR turn to wash the dishes. But don't worry. After your birthday tomorrow, you'll have a much smaller share of the household chores. Daddy Bart told me so.
BART - Hey Sev, it's Orion's teen birthday tomorrow. I was thinking we might splurge a bit and throw him a party, what do you think?
SEVEN - Ooooo, party! I love parties! *clapclap*
I'm usually very lazy about throwing ACTUAL parties, for anything. I suck at them, and they tend to be laggy and fail. However Bart had enough LTR to buy the Legendary Host reward, so no matter how much it sucks I'll still get good moodlets for it. I even went a step further and decorated for it! A small dance-floor, a stereo, some tables, some balloons and some lights for when it get's dark and we're ready to get this thing started!
The guest list consisted of Bart's family and some kids that Orion had befriended from school. The first to arrive were Bart's mother Aiesha, his sister Pearl and his late-in-life youngest sister Anastasia. His grandmother Victoria showed up, then turned right back around and left, saying she 'had somewhere she had to be.' Yah right. Fail, gramma. Oh, I should also mention at this point that Bart's dad Morgan died a day or two before this and Bart never got a negative moodlet from it. Did not even care. At all. XD
While the guests start to arrive, Seven decides to find his mojo out on the dance floor.
Bart heads up to greet their guests, and everyone is pretty happy to see him. As you can see by all those helpful thought-bubbles.
CRASHER - OMG, it's Bart Inkbeard! *gassssssp*
BART - . . . do I know you? Were you even invited?
YELLOW SHIRT GIRL - How come no one ever reacts like that to me? :(
As soon as Angelina shows up, Orion singles out his prospective spouse and gets some socialization in. Wow, I didn't notice that nose until now . . . still, it's better to be distinctive than pudding-faced I guess.
Then it was time for the main event! . . . Bored yet? I told you I suck at throwing parties, lol.
Seven quits his boogie-nights long enough to cheer his son on.
Eventually everyone got in on the action. Even though uncle Juan looks a little uninterested and the other party crasher is plagued by thoughts of scientific discovery.
The candles were blown, and Orion made his transition into teenhood.
ORION - I suddenly feel filled with angst and doubt . . . and an uncontrollable urge to see something naked.
He rolled a raging case of hormones and the Perceptive trait.
And THEN I get a pop-up informing me that Victoria Inkbeard has died of old age. Oh, great, way to make me feel like an ass, gramma. D: Don't judge me, Bart! Don't judge me!
ANGELINA - Soon, cake. Soooooooon . . . .
She's due to age up on the next day. The kids all grabbed a slice of cake, set it down on the table and then ran off. <.< Bah.
ANASTASIA - This party was KICK ASSSSSS!
Yah . . . that's the LTR talking. And maybe some juice she snuck in when I wasn't looking. Alright, everybody off the lot! Party's over!
After the party Bart was sure to stop into the nursery and make sure Cassi wasn't wanting for attention. She as as cute as ever, as you can see.
ORION - So, now that I'm older I'll have less chores, right?
BART - No. What in the world gave you that idea?
ANTARES - Oh, would you look at the state of the fridge! I guess it's time for bed. Good-night!
Late that night, Bart decided it was time for him to transition into a full-fledged adult. In the bathroom. I feel like this is a proper legacy now.
Especially after this!!! Legacy Hair! I'm legitimate, yo! :D
After a good-night's sleep (again, not that you could tell the time of day in this underground box), Bart rushed to get Cassi's last life-skill taught. It would soon be her childhood birthday, and he didn't want her lagging behind her brothers.
BART - Come to daddy, Cassi! That's a good girl!
CASSI - I have doubts as to the structural integrity of this floor, daddy. My feet are entirely too unstable . . . .
Then we had a surprise visit from Gramma Aiesha.
BART - Mom.
AIESHA - Son.
ICE-CREAM TRUCK - *creepin*
I really wish they'd give different greetings depending on the sims' relationship, like in 2. This blase handshake for every occasion is just so unnatural.
Aiesha strolls on in, looking dapper with her old-lady cane.
And then she proceeded to 'Brighten Bart's Day.' Definitely the better parent. Even if she IS in the criminal career . . . .
At this point it was time for Bart to head off to work. Seven was on his way back, but until then Gramma Aiesha made herself at home . . . .
CASSI - What is this? I am in need of nutritional sustenance! Can she not hear my plaintive yet adorable cries for help and attention?
Sorry kiddo, looks like gramma's been ensnared into the world of One Plumbob to Sim.
But don't fret, cause Daddy Seven to the rescue again!
Aiesha did try to interract with Cassi much like Morgan tried with Orion, and she even managed to pick her up. And then stood there with all other actions cancelling out immediately. *siiiiiigh* I resetsim'd Cassi from her clutches and then sent her on home.
That day after school, Orion got out his phone as soon as he got home. Prom was coming up soon, and he had some 'date-catching' to do . . . .
ICE-CREAM TRUCK - *still creepin . . . *
A freshly grown Angelina was quick to answer the summons. They were good friends, after all.
ORION - I hope she agrees to go to prom with me . . . .
ANGELINA - I hope he doesn't ask me to go swimming . . .
Heheh, looks like somebody's got the Hydrophobic trait.
Meanwhile, across town, Orion wasn't the only Pollination boy with romance on the brain. Antares had set his sights on fellow classmate Starla Pulliam, and just so happened to accompany her home from school.
ANTARES - That's a great door.
STARLA - It is, isn't it. Thanks.
-_- Would you two go inside already!
ANTARES - She will be mine. Oh yes. She WILL be mine . . . .
STARLA - I just got the heebie-jeebies for some reason . . . .
Don't look at me. *whistles*
TANYA - Ugh, I can't believe she brought home the crazy freak.
*back on the home lot*
ANGELINA - . . . and so I said, I can't believe you don't know Orion's dad is from outer space! The big eyes and the green skin wasn't a big enough give away?! And then SHE said . . . .
ORION - Just smile and nod and pretend to pay attention . . .
Antares had his own method of wooing . . . .
Luckily Starla could give as good as she got. Wow, that one looked like it hurt . . . .
ORION - So . . . uh . . . the Prom is coming up soon and all, and . . . I dunno, you wanna maybe go with me and mix things up? *nervous laughter*
ANGELINA - Yah, sure. Sounds fun!
ORION - *nervous adrenaline* YOU ARE THE SALSA TO MY TORTILLA CHIPS! (thank you Chad Creeper, may you RIP)
ANGELINA - *giggle* Aww, that's sweet. I think you're pretty cute too, Orion . . . .
ORION - Kiss nao?
ANGELINA - Uh . . . no. Not yet.
And THERE'S Seven's socially-innept genes . . . . Angelina left not long after that, claiming to be slightly creeped out. Oh well, at least we got a promise of prom out of her.
And Antares? How did his evening progress?
ANTARES - I mooched some dinner.
Score! Good boy!
Soon it was time for Antares to bid his friend goodbye as well.
ANTARES - Farewell, fair Starla. I shall see you again upon tomorrow's dream.
STARLA - Yah, sure Tary. See ya at school tomorrow.
(younger brother I can't remember the name of) - I disapprove! DISAPPROVE!
ORION - This muffin tastes like shame and disappointment.
Awww, bb. D: Don't worry. Story Progression hasn't snatched her up yet, you'll have another chance I promise.
CASSI - By my calculations, it should soon be time for me to transition into the next stage of my life-state . . . .
That's right, Cassi. Your birthday is coming up fast! But that's for another update, for this one is now . . . . complete! Until next time, happy simming!
STATS!
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)
Upon hearing Six's booming demand Seven was quick to scramble upstairs and confront him outside. Anything to keep him from going in and getting anywhere near his offspring, Cassiopeia especially. Six wasted no time in laying into him as soon as he appeared.
SIX - You! Go get your little hybrid sprogs and get back here, pronto, so I can get off this miserable rock!
SEVEN - No, Six! I told you on the communicator, I have no intentions of returning to the homeworld! My offspring and I are staying here, and that's final!
SIX - What, you think you can just declare something and make it so, Egglayer? High Command doesn't work that way, doofus. You were brought here to complete a mission. A mission under MY command. I have never failed to complete a mission, and I'm sure as hell not going to go back and tell them I let one measly little love-struck Pollinator ruin my perfect record!
SEVEN - Well you better think of something to tell them, Six, because I. Am. Not. Leaving. There's nothing you can say or do to change that, either.
SIX - Oh really?! How about I beat you into a little green mush-pile on the side of this road? Then I'll just take the little hybrids back myself!
SEVEN - You can't touch me, Six. You see, I didn't just pollinate an Earth Sim. I imprinted with one. So under the law of High Command you can't lay a finger on me. I have resigned from the Collective, Six. Just accept it, and leave me in peace!
SIX - You have got to be . . . aurrrgh! Imprinted?! . . . . Don't think this is over, Pollinator.
Seven watched until Six disappeared back into the brilliant light of transport. Then he went back down into the bunker, where his children continued to play and laugh, completely unaware of the danger that they'd just avoided. Seven knew Six might still return and cause more trouble, but for now things were back to normal. Well, as normal as things could ever be in the Pollination household.
(End of loosely thrown-together Plot Sequence for now)
ORION - *narrow eyed* Weren't you supposed to do the dishes?
ANTARES - Haha! Now that is a humorous assumption. My floatie has assured me that it is in fact YOUR turn to wash the dishes. But don't worry. After your birthday tomorrow, you'll have a much smaller share of the household chores. Daddy Bart told me so.
BART - Hey Sev, it's Orion's teen birthday tomorrow. I was thinking we might splurge a bit and throw him a party, what do you think?
SEVEN - Ooooo, party! I love parties! *clapclap*
I'm usually very lazy about throwing ACTUAL parties, for anything. I suck at them, and they tend to be laggy and fail. However Bart had enough LTR to buy the Legendary Host reward, so no matter how much it sucks I'll still get good moodlets for it. I even went a step further and decorated for it! A small dance-floor, a stereo, some tables, some balloons and some lights for when it get's dark and we're ready to get this thing started!
The guest list consisted of Bart's family and some kids that Orion had befriended from school. The first to arrive were Bart's mother Aiesha, his sister Pearl and his late-in-life youngest sister Anastasia. His grandmother Victoria showed up, then turned right back around and left, saying she 'had somewhere she had to be.' Yah right. Fail, gramma. Oh, I should also mention at this point that Bart's dad Morgan died a day or two before this and Bart never got a negative moodlet from it. Did not even care. At all. XD
While the guests start to arrive, Seven decides to find his mojo out on the dance floor.
Bart heads up to greet their guests, and everyone is pretty happy to see him. As you can see by all those helpful thought-bubbles.
CRASHER - OMG, it's Bart Inkbeard! *gassssssp*
BART - . . . do I know you? Were you even invited?
YELLOW SHIRT GIRL - How come no one ever reacts like that to me? :(
As soon as Angelina shows up, Orion singles out his prospective spouse and gets some socialization in. Wow, I didn't notice that nose until now . . . still, it's better to be distinctive than pudding-faced I guess.
Then it was time for the main event! . . . Bored yet? I told you I suck at throwing parties, lol.
Seven quits his boogie-nights long enough to cheer his son on.
Eventually everyone got in on the action. Even though uncle Juan looks a little uninterested and the other party crasher is plagued by thoughts of scientific discovery.
The candles were blown, and Orion made his transition into teenhood.
ORION - I suddenly feel filled with angst and doubt . . . and an uncontrollable urge to see something naked.
He rolled a raging case of hormones and the Perceptive trait.
And THEN I get a pop-up informing me that Victoria Inkbeard has died of old age. Oh, great, way to make me feel like an ass, gramma. D: Don't judge me, Bart! Don't judge me!
ANGELINA - Soon, cake. Soooooooon . . . .
She's due to age up on the next day. The kids all grabbed a slice of cake, set it down on the table and then ran off. <.< Bah.
ANASTASIA - This party was KICK ASSSSSS!
Yah . . . that's the LTR talking. And maybe some juice she snuck in when I wasn't looking. Alright, everybody off the lot! Party's over!
After the party Bart was sure to stop into the nursery and make sure Cassi wasn't wanting for attention. She as as cute as ever, as you can see.
ORION - So, now that I'm older I'll have less chores, right?
BART - No. What in the world gave you that idea?
ANTARES - Oh, would you look at the state of the fridge! I guess it's time for bed. Good-night!
Late that night, Bart decided it was time for him to transition into a full-fledged adult. In the bathroom. I feel like this is a proper legacy now.
Especially after this!!! Legacy Hair! I'm legitimate, yo! :D
After a good-night's sleep (again, not that you could tell the time of day in this underground box), Bart rushed to get Cassi's last life-skill taught. It would soon be her childhood birthday, and he didn't want her lagging behind her brothers.
BART - Come to daddy, Cassi! That's a good girl!
CASSI - I have doubts as to the structural integrity of this floor, daddy. My feet are entirely too unstable . . . .
Then we had a surprise visit from Gramma Aiesha.
BART - Mom.
AIESHA - Son.
ICE-CREAM TRUCK - *creepin*
I really wish they'd give different greetings depending on the sims' relationship, like in 2. This blase handshake for every occasion is just so unnatural.
Aiesha strolls on in, looking dapper with her old-lady cane.
And then she proceeded to 'Brighten Bart's Day.' Definitely the better parent. Even if she IS in the criminal career . . . .
At this point it was time for Bart to head off to work. Seven was on his way back, but until then Gramma Aiesha made herself at home . . . .
CASSI - What is this? I am in need of nutritional sustenance! Can she not hear my plaintive yet adorable cries for help and attention?
Sorry kiddo, looks like gramma's been ensnared into the world of One Plumbob to Sim.
But don't fret, cause Daddy Seven to the rescue again!
Aiesha did try to interract with Cassi much like Morgan tried with Orion, and she even managed to pick her up. And then stood there with all other actions cancelling out immediately. *siiiiiigh* I resetsim'd Cassi from her clutches and then sent her on home.
That day after school, Orion got out his phone as soon as he got home. Prom was coming up soon, and he had some 'date-catching' to do . . . .
ICE-CREAM TRUCK - *still creepin . . . *
A freshly grown Angelina was quick to answer the summons. They were good friends, after all.
ORION - I hope she agrees to go to prom with me . . . .
ANGELINA - I hope he doesn't ask me to go swimming . . .
Heheh, looks like somebody's got the Hydrophobic trait.
Meanwhile, across town, Orion wasn't the only Pollination boy with romance on the brain. Antares had set his sights on fellow classmate Starla Pulliam, and just so happened to accompany her home from school.
ANTARES - That's a great door.
STARLA - It is, isn't it. Thanks.
-_- Would you two go inside already!
ANTARES - She will be mine. Oh yes. She WILL be mine . . . .
STARLA - I just got the heebie-jeebies for some reason . . . .
Don't look at me. *whistles*
TANYA - Ugh, I can't believe she brought home the crazy freak.
*back on the home lot*
ANGELINA - . . . and so I said, I can't believe you don't know Orion's dad is from outer space! The big eyes and the green skin wasn't a big enough give away?! And then SHE said . . . .
ORION - Just smile and nod and pretend to pay attention . . .
Antares had his own method of wooing . . . .
Luckily Starla could give as good as she got. Wow, that one looked like it hurt . . . .
ORION - So . . . uh . . . the Prom is coming up soon and all, and . . . I dunno, you wanna maybe go with me and mix things up? *nervous laughter*
ANGELINA - Yah, sure. Sounds fun!
ORION - *nervous adrenaline* YOU ARE THE SALSA TO MY TORTILLA CHIPS! (thank you Chad Creeper, may you RIP)
ANGELINA - *giggle* Aww, that's sweet. I think you're pretty cute too, Orion . . . .
ORION - Kiss nao?
ANGELINA - Uh . . . no. Not yet.
And THERE'S Seven's socially-innept genes . . . . Angelina left not long after that, claiming to be slightly creeped out. Oh well, at least we got a promise of prom out of her.
And Antares? How did his evening progress?
ANTARES - I mooched some dinner.
Score! Good boy!
Soon it was time for Antares to bid his friend goodbye as well.
ANTARES - Farewell, fair Starla. I shall see you again upon tomorrow's dream.
STARLA - Yah, sure Tary. See ya at school tomorrow.
(younger brother I can't remember the name of) - I disapprove! DISAPPROVE!
ORION - This muffin tastes like shame and disappointment.
Awww, bb. D: Don't worry. Story Progression hasn't snatched her up yet, you'll have another chance I promise.
CASSI - By my calculations, it should soon be time for me to transition into the next stage of my life-state . . . .
That's right, Cassi. Your birthday is coming up fast! But that's for another update, for this one is now . . . . complete! Until next time, happy simming!
STATS!
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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