Hello everyone and welcome back to my TS2 BACC, Silence Serenity! Last time we were here, the first children of the town grew into adults, and the first Sim died in the town (though our founder is still kicking). It’s been so long that I seriously had to load up TS2, get paper, and just write down the family trees of everyone so I knew their names. And I have not been planning this well, so there’s a LOT of families. SEND HELP.
“Hmmm, nothing but birds ’round here.”
So you may recall that last time, Julia and Margaret Baguet grew up and moved out of the big red barn AKA the Baguet household. Julia moved farther away from her parents to a remote section of town, forming a sort of triangle with the Cable and original Baguet households.
Oh, her personality and Aspiration, you ask? Fuck if I remember. My guess is she was either Family or Fortune.
So now that I’ve ficked the literally 50+ Opera Help tabs that my cat opened by jumped up and sitting on the laptop, we can move on with our story. So while Julia was jumping rope I build her house, and Antony’s inheritance money came through. What an awkward way to learn that your father died, but Sims don’t seem bothered by such things.
And anyway, first things first… Getting engaged to Orlando, complete with severed fingers in the box! Now that’s an engagement gift.
So it seems that the woodland gangs are still having their feud, even after Danielle’s departure. It’s called waiting your turn, Jacob.
Excuse me, what are you two doing?!
“Um, napping. Briefly. And practicing for rising out of the grave.”
Something was rising, and it wasn’t zombies from their graves. Badum-tsh!
So those braids are not a very flattering style, but Julia did not appreciate my efforts. Come on; the purple hair looks pretty!
“Are you kidding? I look like a confused teenager!”
She was perhaps less impressed by the custom style. Or maybe my awful picture-taking.
Finally, I got something that she liked. Ungrateful Sim.
Orlando didn’t complain about HIS makeover! Though I must say, he grows up to be a very odd-looking man. He’s all cheekbones and nose.
I think Julia is my first Sim to gain influence from morning sickness.
“Where did these pajamas come from?!”
With a baby already on the way, it’s time for an evening wedding, with more bad pictures. What was I on when I was photographing this lot?
Good to see you made it to THIS ceremony, Danielle.
Julia wasn’t the only pregnant lady at the wedding, though I think Kennedy Cox was the only one staggering-drunk by the ceremony.
Not that these two cared even in the slightest. See how their house is unfinished? Yeah, I’m skilled at building.
What a beautiful wedding!
Our guests, however, don’t seem to think so.
“I wanted that chair, Meadow, come on!”
“Finders keepers, punk.”
“Ugh, could they hurry up the ceremony so I can go back to my SSX game?!”
Ahh, the perfect duo of blue-lit wedding rings! I bet all of the guests are looking no–
Christy, why are you SNIFFING Jack?!
“Mmmm, his shampoo is just DIVINE.”
And then the crazy woman waltzes up to Julia and attempts to Appreciate her. Would you get your hands off of married people, please?
So I believe Julia may need surgery now, considering Orlando plunged the fork straight into her sinuses. And he seemed so sweet, too.
“Check out my belly-dancing, Marisa!”
I mean, she does look impressed.
Quieter twin Margaret came along to the wedding, preferring to watch rather than sniff people or stare at wombs or plunge forks into people’s noses.
She did politely listen to Julia’s ridiculous stories, though. Not sure what the guests are all staring at in the back there.
So these weirdos literally just got married, hell Orlando is still in his tux, and Julia scolds him for walking in on her when she’s showering. Really, Julia? He’s clearly already seen all of you, considering your delicate state and all.
She was so mortified by this that she went into labour easily half a day later. Tragic.
And here’s Andy! Brown eyes and brown hair. And who was here to witness this event?
Who else but a Freetime freak.
“Gosh, lady, I’ve never seen such wonders! I think I see a bright light above…”
“Dude, could you leave?”
Shortly after that I sent Julia digging for treasure and we busted a water pipe. Good times.
Time flies when you’re uncertain on whether you’ll ever share the BACC adventures, and so soon Andy is popping into toddlerhood with an… Interesting… Face.
Those are some big, big cheeks on this little boy.
OKay, so this batshit insanity? This is because TS2 doesn’t let you just pop a whole cake into the fridge, noooo, just slices. So I force my Sims to grab a slice, grab a slice, grab a slice, grab a slice until we have them all, then put them all away one by one, because dammit we are NOT wasting a cake!
Possibly I’m insane.
You know, you could look more excited, being a Family Sim and all.
“See the colour of my plumbob? Eat it.”
Andy learned how to walk soon after, not that you can tell from this photo, where he appears to be morphing into a dog.
But apparently toddlers can watch the fish! Just, uh, ignore what your parents are doing in the background, kid. Yep.
But guess what, their week is over!
And thus, here’s Margaret. Margaret struck me as more of the type to stay close to home, and so she moved just across the street from her parents.
Unlike her sister, she was chillaxing on the couch in her new home when the inheritance came through. Like her sister, she is incredibly nonplussed by this event.
But I had bigger plans for our plucky Knowledge Sim. Plans involving squares of metal that mysteriously became far bigger than themselves.
But in between, there’s time for romance — it’s time to get this Woodland Gang member out of the damn woods!
“Jacob, I knew you were the one when you told me stories of threatening my mother. Will you move on with your life already?”
“Heh eh, they’re totally busy in there. They’ll never notice me.”
“Trying to rob fine young Sims, are you, punk?! You’re going down!”
“Oh yeah?! What if I snap your neck?!”
“Huh. I wonder why the burglar alarm went off?”
“Where are you, dirty cop? Hands where I can see them!”
“Oh, you’ll see them soon!”
“Well, I suppose it was just a test.”
This is not creative editing. Jacob seriously ignored the fight and just went to painting.
“Haha! See if you’ll ever rob people again, PUNK!”
“Ugh, no fair! I stubbed my toe on the TV!”
So this weirdo loved to make this basketball gesture at me. And yes, he is a Mr. Big clone. He’s got the looks and the Fortune aspiration with none of the cash, the jerk.
And uh, I guess not much was happening with these guys, because the next photos take us to the Cable family.
So Antony and I stayed close enough friends that he gave me a little cash when he died. Maybe it was a “Soon to be Seeing You” gift?
So I had no idea the pets could jump up onto the bay windows! I mean, yeah, my real-life cats did all of the time, and their food was up there, but this is the SIMS, man.
So I downloaded a mod that lets kids and pets share a bed. Apparently it prescribes by the belief that elders are children, since Thalia is sleeping underneath me. That or my feet fell asleep. Badum-tsh!
I’m sorry; I had a long day.
So in the mean time we adopted a cat; presumably I refused to raise my aspiration without one, knowing me. I do believe this is Owl? Or maybe Allegra, since we gave her that name without realizing we already had a DOG named Allegra. Yeah, my memory is sharp.
Speaking of Allegra…
“Please, I just want to deliver bills! Don’t kill me!”
“WE HATE BILLS, YOU BASTARD.”
So the kitten, who I think is yes Allegra, popped into a seal-point Persian. Awesome!
“Look Mom, I can’t believe you’d accuse me of making cockroach burgers. I swear those are just CRUMBS on the serving platter!”
So once again it’s time to go to a Freetime lot and hope desperately that we get a piddly aspiration boost there. My simself decides to go for a turkey to wow them all.
Instead I got felt up by the bartender.
“Please sir, I’m an old woman. Don’t do this to me.”
“Ugh, what was I thinking, feeling her up like that?! So stupid!”
“Um, sir? Sir? Should you smash your hand through your skull like that?”
“Crap, I hope the parasites I extracted from my brain earlier win this for me!”
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, who’s the master of cooking? Who’s the master?! This woman, YEAH!”
Maybe we should be glad my pseudo-drunken (I don’t drink, which means I have no excuse) photography hides that chef’s reaction.
Meanwhile, in another dimension, Danielle stops a burglar in his tracks.
And back to the Cable house! So I decided that eh, it’s a little unfair to my simself to have her die single and alone, so let’s see what madness the matchmaker brings us.
And whom does she pop out but the Sim who SHARES MY FIRST NAME. SAME SPELLING AND EVERYTHING. Thanks, game.
“Please please please give me someone handsome!”
“I think I smashed my nose on your head, Matchmaker.”
“Sorry, Brandon, they won’t fall for that.”
Yeah, I’d leave too, Allegra.
As you can see in the background, I was slowing expanding the house beyond the initial apartment design. Figured my descendents shouldn’t have to live in my cramped 0.5 bedroom apartment.
Though really, you’d think they’d have put me in a home by now, what with tickling the burglars.
“No no, of course I don’t dye my hair. I’m a natural redhead!”
Sure you don’t, Nery.
Not that Jack cared, granted.
They’re just best friends who happen to hang out butt-naked on the couch. Right next to the front door.
I, meanwhile, managed to pull myself into a platinum mood.
And thus, it was time to meditate. Or do interpretive dancing. Could be either one.
Gee, Nery, thanks for leaving that massive pile of trash right next to me.
“AAAAUGH GRIM YOU JUST SLICED OPEN MY HEAD!”
“Oooooh, Grim, no I couldn’t possibly!”
Try not to look excited back there, Nery.
Welp, good thing I was already dying, because that hand through the ear definitely would have done it.
“Whoooooa, I think my brains are leaking out!”
As Nery just walks away. Classy, man.
I don’t even KNOW what to say about this pic. Grim and the Hula Dancer hold hands while I smush myself into her boobs? Maybe Jack is just hiding his eyes.
And thus falls the founder of the BACC — next to a pile of trash. RIP, me.
“It was a lukewarm event, really, Lemon Tree. I mean yeah, my mother is dead, but boy did she leave me CASH!”
Yeah, that’s right — I found an awesome life insurance policy and boy did they pay out! Now Jack has something resembling a house!
And that means it’s time to add to it.
“Hello, aliens? Hello?”
“AAAAUGH MAYBE THIS WAS A BAD IDEA!”
“NO PLEASE DON’T TAKE ME PLEASE–”
“BUT WE WANT TO BE FRIENDS, JACK.”
“AT LEAST MY PAJAMAS ARE FLEXIBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEEEEEE!”
“IT WAS NICE TALKING WITH YOU, JACK.”
“Oh, yeah, you too! And thanks for the tea! Now do you think you could be gentle, because I’m still kind of s–”
“Oh, hi, Jack! I missed you, Jack! Can I have dinner, Jack! Jack?”
Yes, Jack, I am perfectly aware of what transpired.
As, it seems, has Danielle.
“I can’t believe it… The love of my life, the one who saved me from the Woodland Gangs, gone!”
Terry is trying to put up a brave face, but when you smash into the door, it’s a bit obvious you’re distracted.
But nothing like some sweet cash to make Sim Sobs go away.
So Danielle, believe it or not, was a loyal Romance Sim throughout her marriage. Regular dates with Antony kept her aspirations up nicely. But with him gone…
“Margaret, my dear, how are you? Is that a ring I see– please get your hand out of my shoulder.”
“Look, Margaret, I was in this chair first. Now could you kindly remove your wrist from my plate.”
“Forget chairs, AAAAAAAAAAUGH!”
“Ugh, seriously, Meadow?! Terry and I were having a good ol’ sibling rivalry!”
I’ve never seen a Sim get aspiration points for painful labour, but I guess Meadow is a hardcore Family Sim.
And out pops Benjamin! He seems a bit concerned about Meadow’s thumb, or maybe he wants to eat it.
Excuse me, Margaret, that is not yours.
“Punk, thinking you can steal the show?!”
Danielle, you’re a grandmother now.
“All the better to get sweet loving from this young man.”
“So the screams of labour… Doesn’t it make the most beautiful music?”
“No, no, we were just holding hands, Mom. We wouldn’t possibly try for another baby so soon after Ben was born.”
“Shit, I better get to making money before Mom realizes I was lying.”
Hey, Antony! Back so soon?
“This lamp is a great conversationalist.”
“Hmmm, you know, being an old woman isn’t so bad. I can score sweet young booty…”
“And when I get sick of you, I can just pass you to your mama!”
In other news, we adopted another dog, Annie, to try and keep Meadow’s aspirations and LTW going.
Not that she noticed, being busy with OTHER “family” matters.
But then it’s time for POP goes the toddler! Benjamin here has an… Interesting face. Apparently it’s odd-looking toddler generation.
“Hmph, whatever. Just means they look more like grandma.”
Apparently Benjamin does not mind a puppy gnawing on his hands.
“Wooo front door hot tub, yeah!”
Go away, Amin.
Go away, burglar.
“Oh god, is that–?!”
“That’s right, buster. Say hello to my new friend.”
“Booooo, you fight like GIRLS!”
“Now, now, Terry, I fight better than that! Where’s the blood?”
“Oh gosh, I can’t watch!”
“Man up, Meadow. Sheesh, how did you manage to get into this family?!”
“Give him a good smack down, Officer! They’re lacquered floors!”
And then the whole family went to the tiny-ass bathroom.
“The Officer told us we couldn’t watch the smack down. Something about lawsuits.”
“Gosh, Danielle, I can’t believe that happened in this neighborhood.”
“What do you mean, neighborhood? We’re in the middle of no where!”
Yeah, I have no idea what she’s crying about.
“Did you really love Antony, Danielle?”
“Well of course I did, Meadow. But there’s so many other men out there to love. Why stop at one?”
Well yes, Meadow, it was stinking when you made it too.
“Oh god, look how badly I’m bloating!”
True story; she actually DID get food poisoning from that. Thank goodness for Grandma’s Comfort Soup.
“Except I made it, not Danielle. Hers probably would contain something unsavory.”
The Family Sims just aren’t into familying this generation.
“But that’s okay! I wuv my famwy!”
“What I’m looking for is a big pot — big enough to stick a cheating son of a bitch in.”
“So I just add water and it’ll grow?”
“Yes, sir. Works for those flowers; why not ceramic?”
“Yes, that’s it, my baby! Maybe now we can leave this tiny room!”
“I can’t tell you how grateful am I for you lending your spare pajamas to me, Danielle. I’ve just gained so much more weight this time.”
“Not a problem, girlie. Makes me feel better about myself.”
Meanwhile, outside, Annie grew up into an AKita, though she doesn’t seem thrilled about it.
“That woman didn’t do anything to raise me, so why should she get aspiration points from it?!”
Because she’s kind of busy, that’s why.
And here’s baby number two, Kaylene!
“But don’t forget me!”
How could we, when you grew into a mini-Komei?
“Hmph, whatever, no one noticed. I’ll just eat this perfect muffin.”
And that’s a wrap for the first half of month three! More families means more photos, which means splitting up posts. Next time: alien babies? Puppies or kittens? Wacky ghost antics? Who knows? (Besides me.) Tschuess!