silvereriena | The Claddife Legacy 1.1 (Reply)

So, my Picklesworth legacy glitched on account of all of generation 5 disappearing and my game crashing every time I tried to enter my legacy lot. This was all probably due to me creating a new neighbourhood and building on it. In which case, might as well put it to good use! I got a couple more free months before real life kicks me back into gear so let's not waste any time! I know the founder chapter is always a bit of a drag, but stick with me!
It all starts with an ad placed in the Sim City paper...

Tired of the hustle and bustle of the city? Need a place to start afresh? Look no further than the lush community of Simchelles! Located less than 2 hours away from the city but far enough away that nature is just at your doorstep, this thriving new community is waiting for you—Yes, YOU with your wonderful youthful plumbob—to come down and turn this place into a legendary neighbourhood!

All residential plots are located by the water for your viewing pleasure! While they have yet to be filled, we are certain that whichever family settles down here will build homes rife with architectural merit (construction permits not required)!

Jujubel: Wow, this place sounds awesome! I can't believe I get to live in this new house for free!

That was fast! By-the-by, this house is temporary. I just needed a spot to meet so we can confirm you're taking on this legacy challenge.

Jujubel: What? No one said anything about a legacy challenge. I just thought I got to live here no strings attached!

Ohohoho! Hoho. Ho. Your naïveté is like a warm ray of sunshine filtering into my heart. Someone forgot to read the fine print in the ad.

Jujubel: I didn't see any fine print!

It's there! On the bottom right. In 5pt font. Light grayscale, semi-opaque so that it practically blends in with the paper.

Jujubel: "MUST BE WILLING TO BECOME LEGACY FOUNDER + ENDURE MEGA-LIST OF MINI CHALLENGES!?"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Geebus! You'd think I was asking for the moon or something.

Jujubel: I didn't sign up for no legacy! What, you tried to snap up another green-coloured Sim to found your stupid dynasty!? Wasn't that your schtick last time? I'M NOT GOING THROUGH YOUR INSANE CHALLENGES

Well someone's gonna have to become a founder around here!

Rue: Oooh, that's a nice house! Is this the place the ad said to come to?
Jujubel: !!!

Jujubel: You said someone had to become a founder, right? So it doesn't have to be me specifically, right?

I, uh... I guess?

Jujubel: Hey, you! I decided I'm gonna move somewhere else so if you're here to answer the ad, it's all yours!
Rue: Huh?

Jujubel: SO LONG SUCKAH! I'M OUTTA HERE *Dashes*

Rue: What just happened?

CONGRATULATIONS! You just became a legacy founder! With all that it entails... so, shenanigans for you and entertainment for me! Fair deal, I say.

The real legacy house rests upon a solitary hill on 1 Pebble Lane. Quaint, n'est-ce pas? Like a delicate sunflower poking out of a vast empty terrain just trembling with potential growth! I smell expansion in the air!

Which is nice because the inside is much more, uh... it's very natural, is what it is. Look at that fresh grass carpeting! Who else can boast that they have dewey turf in their kitchen? NOBODY, THAT'S WHO.

And if earthworms invade your bedroom, well... at least they're harmless. Think of the fertilizing potential! (I'm just saying, let us not turn away from the possibilities until our founder gets enough moolah to put in proper flooring).

And now, to get better acquainted with said founder! Meet Rue Claddife, a happy-go-lucky Aquarius who's got a personality of 4/4/4/5/8. She is a Pleasure Sim whose Lifetime Want is to have 50 dream dates. So basically, whoever she's married to will have to enjoy paying for dinner every day of their lives. Her turn-ons are hard workers and good cleaners but she is terrified of zombies.

Also, she rolled bi. DOUBLE THE SPOUSE-HUNTING POTENTIAL!

First things first: skill for one cooking point. I always make my new Sims gain 1 cooking point right off the bat to somewhat minimize fire potentials. Not that it does much good really, but it's better than nothing.

And then it's a tender reunion with the Sim City Tribune to find a job! Since her LTW isn't career-oriented, I just pick the first one that happens to be one of the potential careers in her wants panel. Gaming it is!

Rue traipses off to first stop at the electronics shop to buy a cellphone. Every founder needs to blow off their meagre funds on technology, yes? Splurge ahoy!

We head to a more appropriate spouse-hunting venue. The town's Irish pub! After a few pints, everyone's a potential mate!

Rue: Why am I here at 11am? The place is empty.

But it shouldn't be! It's a pub! Every pub I've ever been to has had people in it even in the early afternoon! SIMS, WHY U CHOOSE NOW TO BE RESPONSIBLE?

Sadly, no one came. So Rue drowned her sorrows as the bartender watched unblinkingly. Thank you for giving my founder the willies, bartender. May your sperm never wade its way into this legacy.

My game likes to spawn cute NPCs so I decided to head over to the salon to see if any of them were founder-mate worthy. Cute as they were, I didn't really feel like settling on one just yet.

Of course he is, that name and that hair are just begging to be splashed onto a Harlequin cover.

Raul the Sparkly: Come with me! I shall snip off your stray locks with my scissors... ~*OF PASSION*~

Ooh Raul Ooh! *Swoon*
Side note: Yaaay, recently downloaded freckle skintone is adorable!

Rue: *Shuffle shuffle* I... I can't talk to him, he's too dreamy!

Probably for the best, really. The man might have a torrid affair with a hair dryer behind your back.

So, the outing was a bust. But upon Rue's return home, this cutie walked by the lot, complete with THAT HAIR. THAT HAIR IS EVERYWHERE HISSSSSSSSS

Turns out she has one bolt with this Patrick fellow! What happens if we prod him a bit more?

Patrick: WAT. You mean you don't have riches hidden in that bright house of yours? The hell was the point of me schmoozing you for 10 minutes then!?

C'mon, Rue. I'm sure with a bit more chatting, he will see past your legacy poverty and—

Rue: NOPE. NOT LISTENING ANYMORE.

Patrick then decided that he would make Rue's reading time as uncomfortable an experience as possible. There's always one townie asshole in the first chapter, and I think I've found mine.

Oh thank God, more passersby! Maybe Rue will come down with a case of the Heartus farticii around one of them!

She wasn't particularly struck by either of the girls, though Brenda did chat along happily for a while.

Happy talk hour was put to an end once Rue decided it was payback time for Patrick being so mean to her.

WITH A ~~PIE~~ WATER BALLOON TO THE FACE. And then Brenda and another walkby started a pillowfight and it was MAYHEM AND CHAOS. DROPLETS SPLASHING, FEATHERS FLYING. OH THE HUMANITY

Patrick: *Thrusts out chest to take an aquatic pounding*
Rue: *Evades each throw like a boss*

Patrick has proven himself unworthy to be in this legacy. Can't even dodge a water balloon, PEE-SHAW. Buuut since he was a good sport about it, no reason he can't be added to our minuscule family friend tally.

Although there is such a thing as overkill. To the house with all of you!

The other two guests didn't get a complimentary water balloon facial seeing as they were too busy getting to know each other. Hey. HEY! Take your townie romances off my legacy lot! This is not helping the cause!

Inviting new neighbours over for lunch is always a nice gesture... especially when it's an instant meal in a can and you're 4 seats short. Inconvenience loves company!

But enough about that, we have minimum wage to be making! Rue lives to pay another bill!

Rue: Phew! Mashing buttons is such hard work! I think I deserve a little reward. Maybe a dinner out... where there are single Sims?

Lucky for you, I am the master at catching even the barest whisper of a hint. Wish granted!

I imported a couple of lots from my old neighbourhood, so this one might seem familiar. Retro diners and their vintage allure must attract some cute Sims within their linoleum walls!

Waitress: Hello! My name is Rosie, may I take your order?

Freckles.
Cute retro name.
Adorable.
I MUST HAVE HER.

EAT FASTER RUE. EVERY SECOND WASTED IS A SECOND SHE'S OFF SCHMOOZING ANOTHER CUSTOMER

Rue: Alright, alright. *Chew chew*

I need to see flirtations and playful banter before this chapter is up, by gum!

Rue: The light on this end of the room catches my good side! Is she looking? ;D

Her eyes are fixed on porcelain, Rue! Porcelain! We need a plan B!
For some reason, the option to tip and chat with the delightfully named Rosie was absent.

Plan B turns out to be: stalk her constantly on the phone. And wouldn't you know it, it's working out rather splendiferously!

Chemistry bolt: *Stuck firmly to Patrick like a leech*

YOU'RE NOT MY DAD CHEMISTRY BOLT. I DON'T NEED YOUR APPROVAL FOR THIS PAIRING TO WORK.

But when Rue calls to ask her out, BAM. SHOULDER COLDER THAN A SNOWMAN'S. Maybe Rosie's an old-fashioned gal and would rather be asked out in person?

Rue invites her to the house instead and the moment she stops in front of the mailbox, she starts catching butterflies. Is there no end to this cuteness!?

Rosie: Did I get one?

It doesn't even matter! I love youuuuuu

This (also cute! Wouldn't mind having her genetic donation either) girl stopped to watch Rosie's bug-catching attempts with such an amused expression that says: "Pfff! Oh you." I know exactly what you mean, woman. <3

Asking Rosie out in person was a complete success! All she wanted was some face-to-face happy Rue!

The only other restaurant in town! That's obviously where they have to go, because taking your date out to the restaurant they work at seems like it'd be a faux pas.

Waiter: 'Eeeeey, mah sexy ladies! What'll it be?
Rosie: OMG that man's hair is haphazardly combed!

Rosie: SO UNPROFESSIONAL

Criticisms of this restaurant's lax employee appearance code aside, it is time for a toast! May this legacy actually last 10 goddamn generations! *Knocks on wood with crossed fingers* I'll be a good little simmer and stop fiddling with new neighbourhoods if that helps.

Waiter: THIS SALAD. THE HEFT. I CAN'T

Ohno.

Rue: EEEP!
Waiter: Oh my stars and garters!
Rosie: Pfff. Amateur.

Rue: How am I supposed to seduce my date when I'm covered in vinaigrette!?

The levitating wise pea says not to worry about these things, my child.

Turns out that vinaigrette is Rosie's favourite cologne because she wasn't deterred one bit by Rue's impromptu seasoning. In fact, she was positively ecstatic (I sense food-related activities in ze bedroom, honhonhon).

Well, might as well put all of that oil to good use and give Rosie a nice massage!

And with that, Rue nabs herself a successful first dream date! Only... 49... to go... *sobs*

Since it was a Wednesday at that point, I suddenly remembered to roll for a challenge. And guys, I saw red. ZINNNNNNG.
I will revoke my Internet joke card now.

Rue: I've forgotten what not-red looks like!

And Rue was forever grateful that she lived nowhere near a bullfighting arena. NEXT TIME: Will our plucky founder nab her waitress? Will I survive whatever challenge rolls my way? Time will tell.