The Picklesworth Legacy 5.5 + Heir Poll
Feb. 13th, 2013 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silvereriena
Man, we really need to get this generation going.
When we last left off, there was a lot of this.
So much of this.
And maybe a little bit of that.
Catalina: THE HUGS DO NOTHIIIIING
But mostly this.
Keith: It's so nice to see my grandchildren getting along! :D
Where did all of your nice points go, Picklesworths? You used to have kind family members who would willingly hand out tea and biscuits if they could. :( Now it's nothing but noogies and terrifying games of DEATH CATCH.
Helene: Oh my God, our backyard has sprung a leak!
Thank you, Eagle Eyes. You can blame
Helene didn't have long to complain however because she felt the magnetic pull of work drag her off the lot, powerless to stop it.
... So we meet again, unscrupulous chance card. Well, I'm not falling for you again. HELENE IS NOW AN HONEST DOCTOR THANK YOU.
OH THANK GOD. *Collapses not so daintily on her bed* No but really, thank God. I would've been mighty cheesed if that had cost her more skill points. All of you poker pros on TSN don't know what gambling truly is until you play a Sim with a job.
Catalina: GRANDPA I GOT AN A+ AGAIN
Keith: Wooooh! Good job, honey!
Grim: Excuse me. This is very touching and all, but I'm on the clock. Pack it up, buddy.
Keith: Oh, fiddlesticks.
D'8
Helene: BOOOHOOOHOOOOOOO
Grim: Ma'am, please. I am trying to drag your father's soul to the afterlife for eternity, do you mind?
Helene: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Oh, Grim. Ever the consummate professional.
Keith: I hear my husband can fire dance now!
And I'm sure you'll put it to good use in the bedroom. You're dead! There are no fears anymore!
Farewell, Keith. You were this legacy's Disney prince look-alike and you were probably one of the best Romance Sim parents I've ever had (no fears for marriage OR babies. I'm all verklemmt!)
Helene: *SOB*
Amos: Honey, we have dinner to eat together. :)
You know what, Amos? Not everyone in this house had a less than 50 relationship score with Keith, alright? Go play with the candy making machine in the backyard or something. Shoo!
The girls walked outside before bursting into tears, though I have no idea why. They were perfectly happy grieving inside the house when John-Bob kicked it. Is this a new Sim ritual I've just discovered? Shall I put on my David Attenborough voice to document it?
Catalina: *Cough cough HAAACK*
Oh, and now you're sick because of the mysterious family enemy who keeps knocking down the trash can (I haven't caught them in the act yet, but their time will come). Well, there's only one way to cure that cold!
A tropical vacation!
I could've said soup and bedtime but PSSSH. Why do that when I can have the Picklesworths swarm an island like zany tourists, amirite or amirite?
Twikii Island is the final vacation destination this family hasn't gone to yet! Do you know how much I wish the music playing during their plane ride was the music from the TS1 vacation pack? I love all of the old music way more than for TS2 or TS3. In honour of my bias, listen to this while you read to get you in the mood. :B
Surf, sand and sun. Also tanning, my old foe. It takes me forever to get a noticeable tan and I have no clue why.
Most of the family members did their own thing for a while. Naomi took to recreating Camelot with only the finest granular material Twikii has to offer.
While Amos enjoyed the waves and was probably trying very hard not to start humming Under the Sea (but let's face it, it was playing non-stop in his head the entire time).
Dario: If Grandpa's ghost can learn this, then so can I!
You know what, this'll be a hit at frat parties. Bonfires? HA. Dario laughs at your puny bonfires. The man can twirl a flambéd baton.
Well, I mean it's more of an over-sized Q-tip than a flambéd baton right now, but baby steps!
Catalina: Awww yisss. I am a goddess!
Helene also got a tan, though I really don't see the difference. Her skin is naturally tan to begin with, so maybe this is just one of those really subtle shifts from caramel to coconut or something equally cavity-inducing.
Catalina: Eeeh! And I also found something!
I... I don't see it.
Catalina: Right here, in my hand!
But there's nothing.
Catalina: It's some coloured glass!
SimGod is powerless to notice the minute beauties of this world. They're invisible to my non pixelated eyes. ;___;
Hot DAWG, the boy's a fast learner. I'm suddenly very grateful that the Picklesworths have a huge backyard so he doesn't have to bottle in all that pent-up fire dance longing indoors until he one day just explodes and starts a fuego fiesta in the living room. I WOULD NOT PUT IT PAST THESE PEOPLE is all I'm sayin'. >_>
Off to our first tour! And once again, my nails are being chewed right off in dread. So wind, take my caution and run because we are steering this baby.
Obviously, no one should ever take me parasailing. Don't I feel sheepish now.
Naomi: THIS PLACE SUCKS. I WANT TO GO HOME.
And then all 5 of them started waving their angry discomfort and fun bar complaints at my face because Sims are little assholes sometimes.
So in order to get them all to cease their angry rants, I sent them all off to eat dinner (and buy some souvenirs while I'm at it, because it's just an impulse whenever I send a Sim off on holiday).
Sure, it may have taken the equivalent of 5 Sim hours, but everyone got their shit sorted out in the end and were happy as the clams I presume frolic all day, errday in the nearby water.
Day 2: visit local ruins! Now I'm getting flashbacks to playing Tomb Raider: Legend and having to climb a bunch of ruins to open a door or something of the sort. Luckily, my challenges in the Sims fall more along the lines of making sure none of my Sims gets their wallet stolen while on vacation.
These two kids were following Helene around the ruins, the little creepers. That is an angry bull on your shirt, little girl. If this was a horror movie, I'd be worried.
Dario: 'Eeey! Hang looooose!
I sense an epidemic when they go back home.
Amos: Oooh, the water's all warm and tingly!
Oh, Gameworld. Only there would you be allowed to stick your hand in the water of a local sacred landmark and not get into deep doo-doo.
How big are Simoleon coins, anyway? It just occurred to me that that shiny lil' money is bigger than Naomi's lips.
Helene: I'll give you an offering. Hehehehe.
Wuh-oh. Take cover!
EERIE MONKEY SCREECH! Goddamn Sims game, between this and the burglar music from TS1 you are just winning at audio terror.
Helene: Eek! I didn't expect that!
And that is how Helene was cursed by a monkey god for the rest of her life. Never again will she be able to eat bananas without tasting cardboard and bitter regret!
Helene: I didn't do anything wrong! Lalala
Of course she feels remorse. Deep, deep down inside of her, somewhere. Don't ask me to look for it though, I ain't got that kind of time.
Time for another tour! And I went with gum because they probably need their hands to do other stuff during the emergency. LOGIC DON'T FAIL ME NOW
BOOGIE.
Did I mention that we acquired a map to the Mysterious Hut during our backyard spelunkings? With the loss of all of their family friends, a certain Magnifique Monsieur Mickles will be a great help for much-needed promotions.
Witch Doctor: Grumble grumble Can't trust technology these days.
Witch Doctor: Oh hey, Fixit tourists! Thanks for dropping by!
Helene: Uh... okay?
Helene: I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ON VACATION. WHAT IS THIS TOMFOOLERY
Sssshhh. Think of the little magical sackperson who'll help you get more friends!
Both Helene and Amos already have high mechanical skill points due to their respective jobs, so they breeze through it with speedy efficiency. Bob the Builder ain't got nothing on them.
Witch Doctor: Why are those kids cooking my food?
It's hungry work watching your parents hit appliances with a screwdriver? I dunno.
Witch Doctor: Thanks for all your help! Here's your own little
Helene: Eeeh! Is it customizable?
Witch Doctor: PSSSH. What game do you think you're in, Little Big Planet?
After that success, I sent them off to the beach with the shipwreck. And then it was all Arrr har hars and mast climbing for the rest of the day.
Or in Catalina's case, some good old fencing with a sword she pulled out of... uh... best not to ask, really.
Naomi: Who wants to fence when you can pretend steer! -INSERT CORRECT NAVAL TERMS HERE-
It's nighttime! You know what that means. Time go a plundering for barnacles and booty! Or maybe just a supernatural encounter.
Ghost Captain: BOO
Oh good, we were expecting you.
Naomi: *fuelled by Knowledge Sim excitement* Wanna hear a dozen jokes until you warm up to me?
Ghost Captain: DO I EVER
Ghost Captain: Let me teach you the song of my people!
It took me a while to realize the swaying jolly roger between his hands was an accordion. It's hard to perceive near-invisible instruments, okay?
Both: YO HO HO A A LIPEY LIDEY PWEE
It occurs to me that this is going to be just as prevalent as a local gesture. DAMMIT. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson the hard way with Tai Chi: The 24/7 Marathon.
But damn if it doesn't amuse me immensely to watch Sims do the sea chantey.
Amos, why aren't you exploring the ship with your kids?
Amos: What the—
Amos: AAAAGH GET IT OOOOFFF
Crab: WHEEEEEEEEEEEE
This is the last day of vacation, so I decided to send them off on the only tour they haven't gone on yet: a helicopter trip!
Catalina: Grandpa's chopper was nicer.
I know that rocks would be the obvious choice, but this game likes to make me doubt what is and isn't logical. So I clicked on feathers.
YOU SPRING LOGIC ON ME NOW, GAME!? WHY U MESS WITH ME LIKE THIS
So fuck it, you guys can spend the rest of the day at the hot springs/sauna/spa/other relaxing activity beginning with an 's'.
Masseuse: Now, you may think I'm pressing hot stones on your back, but they are in fact delicate blossoms filled with a heavenly fragrance! Shall I continue to describe the poetics of what I am imbibing into your skin?
Helene: ZZZzZZzZZzZZZzz...
And so, the rest of the day was spent with more relaxing activities...
Soaking up the tropical sun before heading back to the cool, autumn weather back home...
And making a few more memories that they will all look back on fondly in the coming years.
All vacations must come to an end. Thanks for the memories, Twikii! We'll be giving Mr. Mickles a good home.
The moment they're home, Dario calls up one of his colleagues from work to talk about his newfound expertise on tropical crustaceans. Not sure why, his dad is the one who got a snappy crab attached to his finger.
Naomi: AAAAARGGGHHH.
O______o Her aspiration is in the red and I have no idea why. I MAKE YOU DO YOUR SISTER'S HOMEWORK, SHOULDN'T THAT BE GIVING YOU FITS OF ECSTASY?
I don't see the other two destroying childhood mementos. PSH.
Naomi: Hey Mom! Let me teach you a sea chantey!
Oh boy. I think it's time to ship these kids off because it's high time for an heir poll.
Final shot of a family dinner before college! Except for Naomi because she was busy destroying the dollhouse in Catalina's room.
Alright, time to throw this poll out! Who are you gonna vote for?
Dario Picklesworth
Aries 5/9/7/3/1
Romance | LTW: Become Celebrity Chef
Turn-ons: Hard worker, good at cleaning
Turn-off: Zombies
He is going through a goatee phase because what else is college for?
Catalina Picklesworth
Taurus 5/7/5/7/1
Romance | LTW: Woohoo 20 different Sims
Turn-ons: Black hair, unemployment
Turn-off: Mechanical
She just can't be arsed.
Naomi Picklesworth
Aries 5/9/7/3/1
Knowlege | LTW: Become Space Pirate
Turn-ons: Uneployment, good cook
Turn-off: Swimsuits
Did someone say 'college'? NAOMI LIKES.
[Poll #1896321]
Edit: Poll's closed. Thanks for voting! See you next time, folks!
