We ended with a crash last time, but apparently almost everything had saved. All that we needed to redo was taking the picture to give to Lola.
Europium: Well, I can’t give you a makeover without destroying the town in the process, so I’m just going to leave with this photo of you. You’ll never be as hot as Lola is, anyway.
Karen: Who the hell is Lola? Where are you going? Why can I see nothing but beige?
Hey, we got an explanation, too.
Europium: That ‘celebrity blogger’ story is the fakest thing I ever heard, but I’m not in the Investigator career track so I’m just gonna look the other way.
Europium couldn’t resist heart-farting over another sim before he left the bar.
Europium: Hey! Didn’t my siblings tie you up when you guys were in high school?
Andromeda: Oh, yeah! And now you’re all grown up and hot!
You know, Europium, your wife is at home being completely faithful to you.
Alberto: Mrs. Mendeleev, I really need to get back to wiping off the various surfaces…
I mean, I can’t complain when Europium’s been attracted to every woman in town with grey hair, but a face one maid?
June: The heart wants what it wants.
She even made him dump trash on the ground so she could talk to him.
Since he picked it up later and it was June who made him do it in the first place, I won’t hold this against him.
Gadolinium: I hate how they never feed us on field trip days.
Gadolinium: But I hate when we actually have to go to school more, so…
Terbium was apparently the only one who ate before leaving for school.
Erbium: Well, I haven’t eaten ALL DAY. WAHHH!!
Sorry kid, grandpa’s sleeping and mom’s mooning over the maid. I’ll send your dad right up to fix it as soon as he gets home.
Holmium: *patiently waits for Terbium to finish so he can scare her*
Terbium: He tries, really. I’ll pretend, at least.
Dysprosium: I did a good job taking care of the baby? I can be heiress?
Erbium: I didn’t want snuggles, I wanted FOOD.
Europium kept the social workers from coming, and then I thought we could try to teach the kid to talk. I’m not very good with getting toddler skills done, especially when I’m only controlling one sim.
Europium: Well, time to go. You can teach yourself the rest of the English language, right?
Erbium: Daddy, noooo…
Europium: Can’t stay. Just won tickets to the Caribbean. I’m sure you’ll be fine.
And with that, he and the other adults went on a free vacation.
Terbium immediately went to steal Erbium’s candy, something I can’t recall her ever doing when the adults were around.
Terbium: Mwahaha! Now that Dad’s not here, I can steal all the candy I want!
Then she left him alone to bond with his IF, which is truly evil because we’ll have to either let it out or deal with ‘Rags wants to play’ messages for all eternity.
I found Holmium out playing on the water slide thing.
… I can’t for the life of me think of what the generic name for those are. It’s a Slip ‘n’ Slide.
Unfortunately, being out at night has left Holmium within the reach of the terrifying hoard of
They’re a territorial bunch.
Debbi: Back off, sister. I got this scoop.
Audrey: Ha! I’m going to write an article about how Sims Weekly is writing an article on Holmium Mendeleev.
I’m almost certain that I got at least one of those names partially correct.
…shower broke. And I can’t control anyone so it’s just going to make a swimming pool upstairs until the adults get back.
Debbi: Guys… guys? Do you have a first aid kit or something? Audrey punched me out.
Because Holmium was up on the Slip ‘n’ Slide the entire night, it wasn’t until about 6 AM that he decided he needed some sleep.
Holmium: *stops because ghosts*
Silver (?): I wonder if the kid’s going to make it to bed, or if he’ll end up getting on the bus and passing out in front of the school. This sure is more interesting than your shitty gardening show.
Cowplant: I can change that.
He ended up dropping the ‘go to school’ interaction for something or other, so he made it to a bed on time.
Dysprosium: Since we all paid more attention to the cake last time, I declare that Erbium shall be the center of attention during this birthday.
Gadolinium: Did someone say cake?
I figured the cake action didn’t count because it has the same yellow dot that switching off a stereo does, and I wouldn’t have control over which of the kids would take Erbium to the cake anyway.
I’ll tell you his traits during the heir poll ’cause I forget which one’s new.
Erbium: Actually, I would prefer they/them pronouns.
Okie dokie then.
Absolutely everyone else got bored and went to do homework.
I bent the rules a little so we could have our family outing.
Terbium: So this is where we went that one time when I was the only one taking care of you.
Erbium: I… um… gotta pee.
And then the precious bean started running for home.
Because there were NO TOILETS ON THE LOT.
And they made it!
I knew my faith in you wasn’t in vain!
They MADE IT to the restroom. I am NOT counting this as a fail just because the game doesn’t know what it’s doing.
Terbium apparently feels the need to waste all our money on one video game. It’s like she’s caught in a loop. She won’t do anything but continuously feed money into this machine.
Terbium: You’re no fun.
I don’t think your parents would appreciate coming home to an empty bank account.
Gadolinium is broken in a different way, but it’s not costing us money so it’s not a pressing issue.
Gadolinium: Gee, thanks.
Terbium decided to bowl, which apparently is free. I think she’s the only one still at the bowling alley?
Oh, Dysprosium’s there too.
Dysprosium: One grilled cheese, please.
Bartender: … isn’t it almost curfew?
Dysprosium: Get me my damn sandwich or I’ll throw money at you until you get deleted like that arcade machine!
At home, Erbium is keeping themself amused.
I didn’t even know child sims could interact with this thing.
The adults then came home and I could finally get Europium to fix the thousand broken appliances around the house.
Europium: … honestly, I thought this torch-holder thing would’ve been more glamorous. : /
Then Terbium got caught by curfew police. She’s pissed about it.
Terbium: So… since the simmer didn’t take pictures of me getting arrested, it means there’s no proof I was out after curfew, so I’m not in trouble?
Arnold: Oh, you’re in trouble…
How didn’t the curfew police pick you up with Terbium??
YOUR QUEUE SAID YOU WERE SHOWERING WHEN I LAST CHECKED! WHERE WERE YOU????
And you too?
Holmium: I don’t have to answer to you.
Um, yeah??? You kinda DO.
Dysprosium: Sweet, dad fainted, so he can’t ground me!
Dysprosium: Now to go ACTUALLY take a shower.
WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU TWO DOING???
Erbium: … I’m partially disturbed by the ghost butt in my face, but mostly really in the mood for a slumber party now.
You know what? Why not? I’ve got one free action per life stage; I can totally control Erbium so we can plan a slumber party. So what if nothing ever happens at slumber parties but route fails? Erbium got ignored on their birthday. They deserve some kind of party to make up for it.
Terbium: … did a ghost just float through me?
Erbium: You’re a little late, sis. This ghost’s been floating here for like fifteen minutes now. : /
Yeah, get up, though. I have to get your father to let you off the hook before you catch creep-everywhere-itis.
Terbium: … -itis means there’s an inflammation, so that doesn’t really…
Just get out of bed.
Erbium had to go all the way downstairs in order to use their cell phone.
Erbium: And there’s STILL a grave in my way.
We finally managed it, though.
Europium: Okay, Terbium. You’re off the hook.
Europium: IF you narrate the next chapter of the legacy.
Terbium: Wait what.
Yeah, I can’t do it because I’ll be on a whirlwind adventure in England. B)
Erbium: Cool, someone came to my party! When do we throw the bouquet?
Jereme: … do I even know you?
Erbium hasn’t even been to school yet.
… and I’m pretty sure Remus was a child back when Terbium was still in child stage? Huh.
Erbium: Do you even lift?
We got a bonfire going, this slumber party is already awesome.
Manu: Am I late for the party?
Apparently this guy had his birthday between when Erbium called him and now. Maybe he’ll hit it off with Terbium or something.
Along with the bonfire, the bouncy horses are also a big party favorite.
I mean, most of our guests are, like, seven.
Even if Remus has been seven for a long-ass time.
Jereme: But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun…
Kid, if you wanna do that scene, you need to be at the BOTTOM of the treehouse. Also, how do you pronounce your name? I’ve been saying juh-REEM but I feel like that’s wrong…
Jereme: Never mind my name, what’s going on down THERE?
Holmium: … what’s everyone staring at?
As you can probably guess, I started freaking out at this point.
I was super worried that Holmium wouldn’t be able to climb the stairs to our shower… because of course we only have showers on the second floor and up… but he could.
We only have minutes, left, though!!!
Stars: *are beautiful and care not whether mortals live or die*
Holmium made it to the shower, and I officially decided I’d had enough excitement for one day. So heir poll.
A slob who is easy to wake up. She’s evil and hates art. She doesn’t much care for Erbium, because Erbium stole her name. People like her green hair or something.
And excitable flirt who trips over his own feet. Afraid of water. Hates video games and nerdy things, but that’s probably just teenage rebellion. Angry eyebrows.
Another evil slob. He’s brave and unlucky, meaning… he wouldn’t have died from the fire anyway and I was worried about nothing. Will be forced into the Private Investigator career if he’s the TH, because of his name. Angry eyebrows.
A perceptive and good sim that would probably actually fit for the PI career beyond having a name similar to Holmes. She’s athletic and likes to triple check to see if the faucet’s off. A devious dodger of curfews, despite her good nature.
Nonbinary muffin who lights bonfires and lifts armfuls of wood for fun. Erbium’s unlucky and excitable. Also a bit of a loner, so the desire to throw a party is kinda weird.
I figured it would only be fair to include what they will look like as a teen. Hair and clothes subject to change blah-de-blah.