It’s time once more for a new TH to take over! And I switched houses.
Barium: Late night old man football toss GO!
Good to see they’re settling in.
June found a bed…
As did Arnold and Cerium.
Too bad it’s the bed meant for Europium. : /
Random Guy: GUYS? The door is locked!
That’s the POINT.
You don’t even have the excuse of being a zombie. Or a paparazzi.
Europium’s LTW involves the Stylist career. I haven’t dealt with the stylist thing in a while, so it might be interesting.
So a salon was placed and Europium went to sign up.
Then he graduated.
Most popular. Awesome.
There are a few days before Europium can start his job, so I set him up with the drawing table to research fashion designs.
Wait, what? I could have sworn Barium had more time!
Death: … I SEEM TO BE IN THE WRONG PLACE.
Death: AH. BARIUM MENDELEEV YOUR TIME IS UP; YOU KNOW THE DEAL.
Barium: Well, I had a long life.
I thought it would be longer! ;_;
The next day was for getting over Barium’s death, so mostly people sobbing. June took up darts.
SERIOU-oh, I don’t know you. Carry on, then.
Death: GREAT. NOW I NEED TO REAP THE SOUL OF THE GIRL AND THE DOOR.
Door: ;_; Why did this happen.
So that was a thing.
Neo was at the salon when Europium came for his first day of work.
Stylist: And what sort of look were you looking for today?
Neo: I want a look that says ‘not related to my incestuous little brother’.
Promethium was there, too.
Neo: Okay. I don’t think anyone recognizes us. Now it’s time to skip town.
Apparently you can counter fairy tricks.
Neo: Maybe if you didn’t try that on me EVERY DAY I wouldn’t have figured out how to throw it back at you, you ass.
Europium did a stylist thing while I watched the two dorks up there.
Europium: Maybe… try high heels? I dunno.
Neo: Hey, who’s this cute stylist in the top hat?
Europium: Er… Neo? It’s me? I’m a young adult now.
Promethium: Play it cool, no one recognizes you in these shades. No one knows you’re related… I’m so ashamed to be connected to this family.
Europium is sent home before he had a chance to do anything worse.
Wren: Hey, I think I’m gonna go join my husband now.
WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?
Europium: Hey, Death. Mom’s over in the next room. : I
Death: OH, THANK YOU.
June: … is anyone else tired of people dying every night?
And WHY is Wren in underwear now?
Death: CAN WE GET THIS OVER WITH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY DAY OFF.
June had her birthday the next morning.
Europium: If I throw myself into this party, I won’t be thinking about how both my parents are dead! … : (
Her new trait is… I forget. : I Oops.
June: If only that old couple I never really interacted with were still here… *sigh*
June had her star tights on, so I went with it and dressed her in IF colors. We could go and look for non-IF spouses, but with how intent Europium is on hooking up with a family member, so let’s get these two together ASAP.
The kiss made them both three-star celebrities, so marriage is sort of necessary so the tabloids don’t give them negative moodlets. : /
So… wedding next chapter.
Self Wetting : 15 -125
Fires: 4 -20
Electrocutions: 3 -15
Passing Out : 38 -190
Failing School : 0
Accidental Deaths : (0)
Social Worker Visit : (0)
Game breakiness that’s my own fault : 2
Every Birth : 14 +70
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 = 110