It’s spring break, yo!
So I played with the Mendeleevs this morning.
First off, I took a picture of Promethium, to make sure I had a face picture of him that didn’t involve crying over his grandmother.
Picture quality: *sucks*
Barium: The house is much calmer now that the babies are all grown up.
Wren: Now we can get a good night’s sleep!
Barium: … wow, your speech icon looks terrible compared to mine.
Wren actually shared this tidbit of ‘information’ twice.
I feel betrayed.
I have Barium chat with Wren for a while because his relationship with her is pretty low. ‘Below the ‘friends’ level’ low. Probably because of the ‘berate intelligence’ or whatever it’s called interaction that came with University Life.
Then Barium got the Midas Touch elixir/potion thing and we played around with it. He didn’t manage to turn any people to gold, though.
… well, except for Slowpoke.
Neo: Hey, wait up! I don’t like it outside! It’s scary!
Theo: Too bad, cousin! Walking is obsolete.
Hey, Neo and Theo rhyme.
It’s Neo’s birthday, and soon she shall transition into teenhood.
And become a technophobe.
Neo: I’m suddenly DISTURBED and TERRIFIED at the thought of existing in a computer.
The scary eyebrows remain scary longer than they did on Barium.
Barium: Don’t forget to do the dishes.
Neo: … it’s my birthday.
Wren: You’re still doing the dirty dishes, young lady.
You seriously made your daughter clean dishes on her birthday.
Barium: I’d love to help out, but I’m too busy MOURNING MY MOTHER.
Cerium: Ohey, I’m pregnant.
Just like that ‘have a child with Arnold’ wish wanted.
Then Antione got invited out on a date.
Antione: I know it’s a bit soon, with me still mourning my late wife and all, but look at that rack!
Vonvarya: I’m just hoping that this’ll put me in his will.
Aria: But… you’re hot!
We had a Bottled Mummy’s Curse, and I wasn’t sure if it made you a mummy or killed you by the mummy’s curse, so why not try it out on Antione’s date?
Vonvarya: … this was not what I was hoping to get out of this date.
Antione: Good thing none of my children are here to ruin my date with Vonvarya and/or transform her into a shambling corpse.
Vonvarya proceeded to shout at Cerium with a megaphone.
Cerium: Ugh, I know you’re angry, but have some decency. I’m MOURNING MY MOTHER here.
You two are just using that as an excuse to be asses, aren’t you?
Cerium: It’s surprisingly effective.
Foozball fixes all problems.
Cerium: Hey, aren’t you supposed to be dating my dad right now? Where is he?
Antione: Well, I hope you’re happy with yourself, young lady. I was going to get woohoo, and you went and turned my date into a corpse.
Cerium: You know what else is a corpse, dad? YOUR WIFE!
Antione: … please don’t ruin what’s left of my date.
Cerium: I know my dad told me to leave, but I thought it’d be more fun to continue commandeering his time with you. My name’s Cerium.
Vonvarya: Are you Neodymium’s mother?
Cerium: Um… no. Would you mind shambling downstairs for a bit? I have to take a call.
Cerium: Hey, Dym. Yeah, I still totally hate water. Why do you ask?
Antione: Uh, Cerium? Do you have any food on you? I’m feeling a little lightheaded…
Cerium: Yeah, I know. I’m sad about Mom’s passing, too. It’s a great excuse for acting like a jerkface, though. You should try it.
Death: ANTIONE MENDELEEV. I AM HERE FOR–
Cerium: Do you mind, Death? I’m on the phone right now.
Death: ER… SORRY.
The consignment specialist and Vonvarya rush upstairs to see what the fuss is about.
Vonvarya: Dammit. He didn’t get time to write me into his will.
Vonvarya: On second thought… this guy’s pretty cute…
Wait, is that…
Lanthanum: Oh, my father! At least I got to be with you in your final moments…
Vonvarya: Hey, hot stuff! Want me to cheer you up? I’m winking under my bandages.
The rest of the family just telepathically knows that Antione died.
Wren: Now, Theo, I know you had a traumatic time watching your grandmother die, but you shouldn’t let either death weigh down on you. It’s the natural order of things.
Promethium: … can I go to bed now, Aunt Wren?
We tried to go looking for his grave at the mausoleum, but he wasn’t there, and I can’t find him on the lot where he died.
Barium: DAMMIT, BOBO. Will you SHUT UP???
Cerium: Hey, I didn’t know Dym played the drums.
I don’t remember that, either.
Cerium: Whelp, time to go ruin his day. : )
Cerium: Hey, Dym. How are you holding up?
Dym: I’m alright. A little hungry. Maybe you could whip something up for me?
Cerium: Are you saying I should cook for you just because I’m a woman? That’s sexist.
Dym: … you’re a professional chef with level 10 in cooking.
Cerium: Both your parents are dead now.
Cerium: Well, good night! *leaves*
The whole celebrity scandal thing is just kind of screwed up in this game.
Neo: I shouldn’t have to deal with rumors! Or technology! I’m a celebrity!
Did you sabotage that?
Neo: … not yet.
Theo’s still good and does homework.
Theo: … this is very uncomfortable.
I was thinking of how it wears out if you goldify a sim, so I wasn’t expecting the Midas touch thing to be permanent.
Barium: … aren’t you worried that our dad’s body hasn’t been found yet?
Cerium: Nah. Circle of life, Barium. Circle of life.
Cerium: Don’t you DARE attack that cute little antelope, Mr. Lion! DON’T YOU DARE!!
Then Barium went to go play ping-pong with his daughter.
Barium: … where’d the ball go?
Neo: I OWNED it! That’s where.
Barium: And what’s seeping through the wall?
It was a clogged toilet. No one peed.
I have no idea how we’ve had so few fails recently.
Ohey, it’s time to switch to Cerium.
Where you going?
Cerium: To have a baby.
A little girl-baby was born. Her name is Samarium, and she’s absent-minded and friendly. Her favorite color is yellow.
Cerium realllllly wants to be a stay at home mother.
But I reallllllly want to get that fancy fridge.
… and Samarium’s a fairy.
Self Wetting : 13 -115
Fires: 4 -20
Electrocutions: 3 -15
Passing Out : 33 -165
Failing School : 0
Accidental Deaths : (0)
Social Worker Visit : (0)
Game breakiness that’s my own fault : 2
Every Birth : 13 +65
Twins : (5) +50
Triplets : (1) +20
Fulfilling LTWs : 6 +240
NTH Spouse Reaching Top of Career : (0)
Every Honor Roll : 9 +45
Every 100,000 simoleons earned : 1 +20
Painting of Torch Holder (4) + 20
TOTAL = 140