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Alverston ISBI: 1.2
Whew, it's been ages since I updated the Alverstons. I played this update months ago and just didn't get around to actually posting, so forgive me if it jumps around a lot.
Last time: Persephone was born and grew up into a cute kid, Mael reached new, undiscovered levels of fail, and Juniper got pregnant again.
I did some renovations on the house, apparently. They have a proper kitchen now. :D
And we begin with... someone sleeping? I haven't the foggiest as to why-
Oh. :|
Persephone has become an... interesting child.
Or perhaps just a sneaky one. Good job on scaring your heavily pregnant mother out of a full night's sleep, Sepphie dear.
BOUNDARIES, PEOPLE. Now I see where Persephone gets the creep gene from. o_o
There is surely an ~*ARTISTIC*~ statement here somewhere.
Aand apparently not much happened between the garbage and labour, because the babbys are coming!
Persephone: YOUR LABOUR PAINS ARE NO REASON TO WAKE ME FROM MY BEAUTY SLEEP, WOMAN. CEASE THIS WHINING AT ONCE. -_-
Mael: *Misses the birth, BUT IS ACTUALLY EATING ON HIS OWN YAY*
Mael: Hoshit what'd I miss?
The birth of not one...
Not two...
But THREE new babies! DX!
Their names are Rhea, Hermes, and Nyx, in no particular order.
Persephone: OH BOY, SIBLINGS I will smite you all
Hermes: It'd be awesome if someone could get me off the floor now, kthx. :|
Competent parenting? :D
Oh come on, the crib was RIGHT THERE! D:
Hermes: No, it's cool, I didn't want to be in that crib anyway.
Mael: There's another one?! o_o
Rhea/Nyx: Please help meeee D:
R/N: I HAVE SOILED MYSEEEEEEEEEEELF D:
Mael: Why does it smell like death?! D:
R/N: Fuck this shit, I'm-Zzzzzzzzzzzz
...at least he's trying?
Mael: Huh, I think I'm forgetting something...
Mael: Foo-
Mael: -oooooo-
Juniper: Hi honey!
Mael: -ooooood. *Hurk*
Juniper: ...BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW
Don't just stand there crying, save him!
Persephone: Where are my poptarts? :|
Juniper: I BEG OF YOU, SPARE MY HUSBAND
Persephone: One of you hid them, didn't you? :|
Juniper: There might be a little something in it for you... ;o
Death: I've heard enough!
Death: Pick a hand.
Juniper: ...so, favours aren't-
Death: JUST PICK A HAND.
Juniper: TAKE THAT, DEATH!
Persephone: POP. TARTS.
Mael: *+8000*
Why you sneaky little bastard!
Mael: I knew you wouldn't let me down! :D
Can I get a d'awwww moment here?
You see that bus through the window? And how Persephone isn't on it? :|
*Uses childhood command to get her out of bed*
The general state of the house at this point: chaos.
Oh hey, it's my selfsim's son. :D
And a pretty elf with questionable fashion sense who Juniper is not home to greet! DX
Birthday time!
Picture: *Is overexposed, again*
I seriously have to move those counters.
Heeere's Nyx! Aside from no upper lip, she's pretty cute. And she has elf ears!
Getting a little too eager there, Hermes?
Hermes: *Hovers*
Awww. He has that horrific toddler combover, but I think he's pretty cute.
Persephone: Zzzzzzzz *
Last but not least, Rhea. Aside from her hair hovering a few inches too high (Thanks, Peggy) she's also pretty cute!
Begone, horrific combover.
This is the state of things now with the tods. D:
And where is Juniper while this is going on?
Juniper: When two people who love each other very much get together...
Juniper: *Obscene hand gesture*
Persephone: Mom, that's disgusting! >:(
Charon here? Yeah, he's getting in this legacy. Just so you know.
Rhea: I AM SO BORED.
Rhea: THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL WHY AREN'T I HAVING FUN
There are toys right behind you, Rhea. :|a
Persephone: What the hell is this?! Come on, Persephone, you can do better.
Persephone: *Destroys the evidence*
Just thought this was a nice picture. :)
Persephone: *Weeps in the bathroom of solitude*
Guess who has a birthday! The triplets. :D
Aww, Nyx. ):
Hermes: *Grows up*
Juniper: THIS IS BORING CAN I SLEEP NOW
They all turned out so cute. :D
I figured this was the only source of food the triplets were going to have, so it was a good investment.
Rhea's taking her turn on the bathroom tiles of great solitude. D:
Persephone: THIS BATHROOM IS BORING
Juniper: I need to pee! :D
Persephone: My poor sister, cut down in her prime. *Hides face*
Awwww, Rhea!
Awwww, Juniper too?
Juniper: They wouldn't leave the bathroom. :(
Persephone: Baaahahahaha you pissed yourself! *Points*
Persephone: Ewwww, you need a shower.
Rhea: I SMEEEEELLL *
Persephone: I'M BOOOOOORED
Rhea: I STILL SMEEEELLLLLL
I look away for one minute, and a fight breaks out. D:!
Rhea: MY LIFE SUCKS AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT
Persephone: Take that, bitch. >:D
Juniper: ;_;
Awww, honey, what's wrong?
Juniper: My children hate me. <:(
Persephone: TEARS ARE A SIGN OF WEAKNESS. *minus minus*
What is it with tears and the bathroom?
Take a good look at Mael, here...
...because he's dying, again! DX!
JUNIPER, GET IN THERE AND SAVE HIM!
Death: Yeah, it's this idiot again.
Byebye, Mael. You will be missed. :(
Juniper: He's not coming back this time, is he? :<
Next time: Teenagers, new loves, and college.
Legacy Stats:
Torch-Holders(founders/heirs): 1
Perma-Plat Sims: 0
Shrink Visits: 1
Social Bunny Visits: 0
Fires: 0
Self-Wettings: 2
Pass-Outs: 1
Fights: 1
Deaths: 2
SocialWorker Visits: 0
Alien Abductions: 0
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Such chaos! I think Persephone is out to bring more XD.
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Also, I love your icon.
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...and possibly, poor you. With all of this sadness, you might want to invest in another loo. :P But anyway. I just started reading this and I LOVE IT. ^_^
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Oh yay, I'm glad you're enjoying the legacy so far! :D
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oh goodness. I haven't stopped laughing since this chapter began. These guys are hilarious. Your humor is impeccable. I don't usually care for observational legacies with the cliche sarcastic commentary but this is fantastic. I loved all the bottles on the floor. Like a damn obstacle course. Oh Mael, I shall miss you. And I think Juniper's in a hell of a lot of trouble raising those 4 kids on her own.
"POP. TARTS."
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I miss Mael too, despite all of his bitching and whining and carrying on about the food that WILL NOT ENTER HIS MOUTH FAST ENOUGH. But I digress, heh.