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6.36 A Time for Change

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Edmund was assigned the dreaded group project in biology class. His teacher-assigned partner was Rosalie Weaver. She came home with him after school one day to get their presentation together on Avalonian genetic history.

His siblings joined him at the dining table to puzzle out their math assignment, so it was a regular homework party.

After a few hours of work, Edmund and Rosalie had something that Edmund didn’t think would completely embarrass them in class. Rosalie, strangely enough, seemed to be energized by all the hard work. “I think this is going to be awesome!” she said. “You’re lucky to be on a team with me.”

“I thought you were going to help me with my math,” Victoria whined at the same time.

Edmund winced. “My brain is mush,” he said darkly. “Can’t you do your own homework by yourself for once?”

“I can help,” Winston said. “If we get done quick, we can practice dance before dinner.”

Victoria did not look convinced, either about dance practice or about math help from her younger brother. Since there didn’t seem to be a better option, she accepted his offer.

When the kids had cleared out, Edmund offered Rosalie an early dinner before she left.

Rosalie smirked. “You know, your kid siblings are really adorable.”

“‘Adorable’ is not the first word I would use to describe them,” Edmund said grumpily, but he was smiling. He really had a high tolerance for the shenanigans of his siblings.

“You’re really lucky, you know?” Rosalie continued. “When I was growing up, it was just me and Mom. I never really knew my dad. Now that Mom’s gone, I’m living with my older cousins until I’m old enough to move out. I think it would be wonderful to have a big family.”

“Ahem.” The teens look up to see Dylan looming over them. “I think my son might has failed to mention that he’s grounded. The very last think you should be doing is inviting girls home.”

“Dad!” Edmund cried, mortified. “Rosalie’s my study partner! What did you think we were doing? She doesn’t even like guys, and she has a girlfriend!”

“I think you have missed the point, son,” Dylan said.

“Uh,” Rosalie broke in, “I think I’ll be going. I’ll see you at school, Edmund.”

Edmund tried to salvage his shattered pride and escorted Rosalie out.

“Dad!” he said. “Now you’re humiliating me in front of my classmates! How is that necessary?”

“I have the authority in this family,” Dylan said. “When I say you’re grounded, I mean it. Go to your room.”

Edmund opened his mouth to argue, then got a black look on his face and stalked upstairs.

He found Gamora playing by herself on the porch.

Playing with her lightened his mood a little bit.

He just needed a way to talk to his father, that was all.

And the one person who knew how to do that was his mom.

Sawyer was so successful at making his birthday a nonevent that he completely forgot about it too. He was caught unawares at the library while he researched an obscure neurological disorder.

His first experience of middle age was to autograph one of his journal articles for a medical student who recognized him.

Not too bad, all told. He was now being recognized as outstanding in his field.

Shortly afterward, he went to the dealership and came home with a new electric car. That seemed much appropriate to his newfound prominence than the family van.

The next day, Edmund and Rosalie gave their presentation at school, and Andria was experimenting with a new cake recipe.

“What do I make for a plantsim anyway,” she fretted. “That kid doesn’t even eat!”

“Well, then you can’t fail,” Dylan said. “She’ll appreciate whatever you bake just as much as anything else. The rest of us will appreciate your cooking genius.”

“Nice try,” Andria said, “but you still don’t get to lick the spoon.”

Dylan chucked. “You can see right through me.”

Dylan walked out of the kitchen. Andria stared at his back after he left. She sighed. “Can I see right through him?” she asked herself. “Is this all there is?”

So Gamora’s birthday had come around again, and Sawyer had to decide what to do about Manisha. After days of agonizing, he decided to send her an invitation to the party by mail. That was as inoffensive as possible, right?

At the mailbox, however, he found himself unable to send the letter. All his feelings of anxiety and abandonment came crashing down on him.

“I’ve had it!” he shouted at the air. “I’m not going to pander for her favor any more.”

“If she doesn’t want us, then she can’t have us. Gamora has me, and I’m twice as much parent as anyone needs.”

“There. It’s done.” He left the mailbox empty and walked back inside.

Abby arrived early for the family celebration. Chaim was on his way from work.

Sawyer launched himself at her out of nowhere. “Abby! Now that you’re gone, I never see you.”

“I love you too, Sawyer” Abby said. “I’ve been gone less than a week, and we only moved to the house across the street.”

Sawyer shrugged. He was trying to make light of it, but did a very poor job of hiding his resentment at losing daily access to his most trusted family member.
“How have things been going with you,” Abby asked gently.

“I’m cutting Manisha out of my life,” Sawyer growled.

“Wow,” Abby. “I guess things have been really bad.” She was pretty sure that Manisha had done the cutting out after Gamora’s toddler birthday, but she didn’t rub Sawyer’s nose in it.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “You don’t need her. You have this fatherhood thing nailed.”

“Chaim!” Andria exclaimed. “Don’t stand outside like a stranger! Come inside!”

Chaim grinned. “Whatever you say, ma’am. I’m just happy to be here.”

Sawyer went upstairs to get Gamora from her nap.

He looked into her toddler eyes one last time. She would never depend on him again the way she did now.

Gamora took the first slice of cake out of politeness.

But she gave up on it quickly.

While everyone else ate, she sat down and played with her doll.

“I just love watching children together,” Chaim said. “I hope that when we have our own kids, they’ll be half as cute as your nieces and nephews.”

“Hey now!” Abby retorted. “Just because I’m going to marry you doesn’t mean we’re going to have children!”

They both flushed, and Abby averted her eyes, giggling. “I guess that lets the cat out of the bag,” she said softly.

“I want you to know that I’m going to do my very best to be a good husband to your sister,” Chaim said.

“Did you say something?” Sawyer asked. “I’m about to beat level 100.”

“Don’t expect Sawyer to make sense,” Abby cautioned Chaim. “He’s…. Sawyer.”

Winston, on the other hand, thought the whole idea was fabulous. “So you’re going to by uncle, huh? Does that mean you give me birthday and Snowflake Day presents?”

Edmund wasn’t quite so eager to congratulate his aunt. “I really hope you’ve thought this through,” he cautioned.

“Don’t worry about me,” Abby said. “This isn’t a game to me. If anything, I’ve thought about this relationship too much.”

“I know it’s not my place,” Edmund pushed, “but I really think you and Chaim are moving too fast. I think you should wait to get married.”

“You’re right,” Abby said. “It’s not your place. Come back when you’ve had some experience of your own.

On the other hand, Winston and Chaim were well on their way to becoming best buddies.

Chaim listened to Winston talk about food for half the evening, and he even seemed to be interested.

By the time Abby and Chaim left, it was past the kids’ bedtime. Dylan and Andria hustled everyone to bed.

Sawyer stayed behind in the tech den to look at real estate listings on the Internet. Abby was moving forward with her life. Now that Gamora was growing up, maybe it was time for him to change too.


Welcome to childhood and autonomous action, Gamora!

I did the math a few days ago and discovered that all four heirs will be teens for one day. That makes the heir poll so much easier! Not the result, just the poll — I REALLY don’t know who I want to win.

I had a lot of fun with this party. I’ve been leaving sims on autonomy a lot more often just to see what happens. Dylan, Andria, and Victoria all went off to do their own things during the party, but everyone else congregated in the tech den and had entertaining conversations.

Abby and Chaim were only living together for about three days before NRaas announced that they were engaged. Abby was the first spare I moved out unmarried. I wanted to see how her relationship with Chaim would progress without my help. I guess it went pretty well!

In fact, she asked him.

I have no idea what caused Sawyer’s emotional outburst when he went to check the mail, but it made for good story fodder. As you might guess, he had a midlife crisis, and his two big wishes were to buy a car and move out. Don’t worry about him moving out…. he’s going to “move out,” but he won’t actually move out. I’m going to play with the ability for a single active household to own two pieces of property.

It was nice to see my simself’s daughter with Forest in a cameo. Since Forest really should not be reproducing, I think that for story purposes Rosalie will not be related to the Samples.

Ah, Sawyer’s amazing changing hairstyles. His hair keeps changing on me. I’m certain I have “locked” his hairstyle at least twice, but I keep ending up with different styles on different outfits anyway. I thought the more severe comb-over suited his personality best, but the longer one he wore as a teen WILL NOT go away, so I’ve decided he likes it best after all.

I included those adorable tender shots of Edmund and Gamora just because I couldn’t bear to see them go to waste. I wish I’d been able to get anything as cute between Gamora and Sawyer.

6.35 Start of Something New

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With the fierce filming and promotional schedule for Free World Dreams behind her, Abby was finally in a position to take some time off. She celebrated by taking Connery to the park for some quality time. Connery had stood by her and supported her when she had no time for him. A day just for him seemed like the least she could do.

While they played, Abby’s thoughts kept wandering to what Chaim had said at the beach. Was she ready to take the plunge with someone?

What if she moved in with Chaim, and the relationship worked out like all her other relationships? Let’s face it. Her track record with men wasn’t exactly encouraging. Her relationships didn’t just fail. They failed with style.

Her acting career was incredibly hard work, but at least she’d always know what her goal was. Not so much with men.

By the end of the afternoon, both Abby and Connery were exhausted, but for different reasons

As a toddler, Winston had always been a picky eater. Now that he was older, he bugged his parents until they gave him a route to experiment with his own food.

His Easy Bake oven was a creative outlet in a way that the designers had never intended.

Of course, most of his experiments tasted terrible. But that was just the path to greatness.

And somehow all his experiments, even the worst ones, were eaten.

When he wasn’t cooking, Winston beat the high score on Grand Sim Road Racer IV.

“You know the problem with video games?” he told his mother. “Too much sitting around. I need to get up and move.”

Andria looked at him sideways. “Well, yes, that’s what I’ve been trying say. You shouldn’t keep yourself cooped up in the house all day.”

Winston made a face. “Oh, I don’t want to go outdoors,” he said. “I have a much better idea than that.”

His idea turned out to be dance class after school. He even talked Victoria into joining him.

“It’ll be great!” Winston insisted. “Girls love to dance, don’t they?”

“I don’t know,” Victoria said. “Ballet looks like a lot of work.”


“Of course it’s a lot of work!” Winston said. “That’s what makes it awesome.”

As time passed and Gamora grew, she seemed more and more like any other toddler.

Except, of course, the fact that she never needed to eat or

Sawyer was perpetually overwhelmed. He came home from work, focused entirely on Gamora until she went to bed, and then crammed in as much preparation as he could for work the next day.

His fatigue left him open to more of the same harassment from his peers that he’d lived with all his life.

(Sorry for the rollover artifact.)

You would think that a group of medical research specialists would be a bit more mature. You’d be wrong.

Still, Sawyer’s dedication to Gamora never flagged. She was his daughter, and he was determined to raise her to be exceptional in every way.

When he could teach her no more at home, they began to spend their evenings at the library.

They spent an hour before bedtime each night reading Introduction to Calculus for Infants and My First Neuroscience Text.

It wasn’t clear how much Gamora was really picking up, but she devoured each page with her intense eyes. For her, the most important part was her time with Daddy.

Edmund also started spending time at the library, down in the musty basement stacks, seeking answers to questions long unasked.
He spent so much time doing that one night that the police caught him leaving the building long after curfew.

Dylan was livid. Nobody had ever seen him so angry.

“We had no idea where you were!” he shouted. “Do you have any idea how your mother and I worried? We were sure you were dead in a ditch somewhere!”

“I’m sorry, Dad!” Edmund protested. “Really sorry! I won’t do it again!”

“You’ll think about how sorry you are while you’re grounded, young man.”

Andria stopped by the farmer’s market to stock them with the best of her autumn harvest.

There she ran into a man she vaguely remembered.

“I couldn’t help but see you there,” he said smoothly. “I’m Thomas Mosely, celebrity reporter.”

“Oh!” Andria said wryly. “I do remember you now. You’re that paparazzi that was always stalking Abby!”

Thomas smiled. “Well, I might have been photographing Abby, but it was hard to keep my eyes off you.”

“Aren’t you the flatterer,” Andria said. “I’m sure that line will get lucky with some other married woman.”

But Andria’s heart fluttered, and she felt her face flushing at Thomas’s attention. She hurried away from him and headed into the woods. She could still feel the heat of the flush on her skin.

Thomas Mosely was a skeez. So why did his amorous gaze make her heart race?

The thought of going home to her husband felt so…. boring.

Unaware that he was the boring husband, Dylan was looking after Connery when Abby found him outside as she was getting ready for yet another Plumbob Studios reception.

“I was hoping for some brotherly advice,” Abby admitted.

“Me?” Dylan said. “That’s a surprise. I don’t think you’ve ever asked my advice for anything.”

“You know more about, well, domestic stuff than I do,” Abby said awkwardly.

Dylan frowned. “I’m not sure if that was a compliment.”

“Relationships, all right?” Abby said. “I know you always wanted to settle down, but how did you know you wanted to do it with Andria? How did you figure out if she was the one?”

Dylan thought. “I wasn’t sure for a while,” he admitted. “But the truth is that no matter how alarming it was to think about living with her, the one thing I couldn’t face was living without her. It turned out that I was capable of accepting a lot of things I never thought I could because she was too important not to.”
“Were you ever afraid?” Abby asked.

Dylan gave her a wry smile. “Sometimes I’m still afraid,” he said.

Abby smiled back, and the smile broadened to a grin. “Thanks,” she said.

The Plumbob Studios limousine came to pick Abby up for the reception, and she thought hard about Chaim and Dylan and Andria and what made relationships work.

Dylan and Andria looked like the perfect couple to Abby. Their example was an intimidating one to follow. Knowing that her brother could find commitment frightening somehow made everything better.

She picked up her phone and called Chaim. “Hey, it’s me. When do you get off duty? Would you like to meet me after this networking thing?”

Chaim wasn’t terribly comfortable with the celebrity set, so it was convenient that his shift ran late enough that everyone would already be gone.

“Do you want to go get a drink or something?” he asked. “There’s no reason to hang around work now that your thing is over.”

Abby grinned. “I had something in mind,” she admitted. “I hope you don’t mind hanging around for a few more minutes.”

“Sure,” Chaim said. “Whatever makes you happy.”

Abby stepped forward and swept him into her arms. He yelped.

“You make me happy,” she said. “I think I’m finally ready to take the next step with you.”

“You want to move in together?” Chaim asked. “For real?”

“Do you still want to?” Abby asked, suddenly chilled.

“Are you kidding?” Chaim exclaimed. “Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming! I still can’t believe a woman like you wants to be with a man like me.”

Abby giggled, feeling young and free for the first time she could remember since she began acting. “Then tonight is the start of something new,” she said. “I wanted to do something special to celebrate.”

“I am yours to direct,” Chaim said.

“Come on,” Abby whispered in his ear. “I want to show you something.”

She led him around the back of the studio to where her dressing trailer sat waiting to be towed to its next location. “This is mine,” she said. “We can do whatever we like here. Let’s celebrate.” She led him inside.

“Wow,” was all Chaim could say later.

“Come on,” Abby said. “Let’s start our new life together.”


So we say farewell to Abby, at least as a sim in the active household. She left with 210k happiness points!

That was a nifty thing I discovered. Andria bought an elixir at the elixir store that doubled lifetime happiness points earned for 24 sim-hours. I was curious as to whether it would work for the LTW, and it did! So Abby really raked in the points for this legacy!

OK, maybe I’ve been making these posts too long….  It’s starting to take me a long time to write them. I’m kind of embarrassed that the last two generations took up more than 50 posts each, and I’ve been trying to be sure that there’s some major life change in each post of Gen 6. But there’s so much STUFF.

Oh, and dude, the library for reading toddler books. How did I not know about this until now? The reading bonus from the library makes the books read almost instantaneously.

Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find which bookshelf generates toddler books online, so Sawyer could only read her the books he owned.

Introduction to Calculus for Infants is a real book, and we own it because the title was hilarious. The story of geeky x and his fabulous friend f, who explore the amazing things they can do together. It’s really just a cute kid’s alphabet story with a bunch of advanced math words in it. OTOH, our daughter started recognizing graphs in one of my husband’s books on Bayesian analysis, so I’d say that maybe it does serve a purpose — it helps your kid think of math ideas alongside Mickey Mouse and the Cat in the Hat.

6.34 Open Water

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Now that Winston was out of his crib, Victoria and Edmund finally had a good reason to get out of the same room. Winston took over Victoria’s place.

His sense of style didn’t match Edmund’s either, but they seemed to reach an uneasy truce all the same.

Victoria moved into the nursery with little Gamora.

She didn’t mind being in the nursery. After spending so much time in Edmund’s “lair,” as she called it, the bright colors cheered her up immediately.

To sweeten the pot, her parents let her pick a new bed.

Edmund took his role as responsible big brother very seriously.

Of course, he took everything very seriously.

He and Victoria had never gotten along better. Now that they didn’t have to reconcile their sense of style anymore, they were great friends.

Winston spent most of his free time in front of the television: sometimes watching, sometimes playing video games, and sometimes working out. He claimed it was a good life balance. Dylan and Andria were more skeptical.

Gamora never had trouble finding ways to play by herself. And she did it quietly — with some notable exceptions.

Bonehilda started training Connery to play dead.

She was uniquely qualified.

Victoria had big plans for Leisure Day.

It was the perfect day for the beach. She invited a half-dozen of her best friends to join her.

She also managed to drag along her entire family — including Sawyer, who usually just viewed the great outdoors as a source of dirt and microbes.

Morgana Beach had been build up quite a bit in the last generation. When the Samples of old moved to Avalon, it was just a stretch of shoreline. Now it was a a beach park with a clubhouse.

Angelina Winter came with her brother Roderick.

Also Cortney Pierce-Hodgins.

Winston, who was just starting at Chivalrous Preparatory School, did his best to get to know his new classmates.

But then the heat of the sun and the uncomfortable grit of the sand drove him into the nice, air-conditioned clubhouse, where he played with the karaoke machine.

Dylan found a nice place in the sun to relax with a book.

Sawyer found a place in the shade to play with Gamora.

Wherever her feet touched the ground, she left a trail of flowers behind her — quick explosions of spontaneous vegetation generated by some side effect of her sim/plant biology.

Sawyer thought she was magnificent. Truly a higher order life form. And he had created her.

Victoria took to the water.

She rented a board from the clubhouse and tried out windsurfing for the first time.

It was as if she had always known how.

As if the sea were in her blood.

Chaim met Abby at the beach. They greeted each other enthusiastically.

“I can’t believe I only saw you yesterday!” Abby said, flushing. “It seems like we’ve been apart so long.”

“I know what you mean,” Chaim said. “A whole day seems too long.”

“We… wouldn’t have to wait that long,” he suggested awkwardly. “We could get a place together.”

Abby stared at him for a moment in shock. “You want to move in together?” she asked. “That’s really serious! Do you think we’ve been dating long enough?”

Chaim shrugged. “I know who I want to wake up to every morning,” he said.

Abby laughed out loud. Then she grabbed him.

“I’ll think about it,” she murmured into his ear.

“Mmmmph,” Chaim said.

Meanwhile, Edmund sought out Dylan. “I think it’s about time that I learned to drive a car,” he said. “I was hoping you could be the one to teach me.”

“You want to drive?” Dylan said. “That’s a serious responsibility. Do you think you are ready to take it on?”

“You won’t be disappointed,” Edmund said.

Dylan nodded. “All right then. Let’s go get the van.”

“Wait,” Edmund said. “I have a better idea.” He led his father out to the parking lot.

“You want to learn to drive in Abby’s sports car?” Dylan asked. “How is that responsible?”

Edmund smirked. “I might never get another chance,” he said. “She’s busy. She’ll never notice.”

“She’ll never notice if you return the car in the same state you found it,” Dylan said severely, “and this is not a good start.”

“Relax, Dad,” Edmund said. “We haven’t picked up any speed yet.”

“Yet?” Dylan said.

“You’ve spent the entire party in the clubhouse!” Victoria complained to Winston.

“I like it in there,” Winston said. “Out here, you can get stand stuck in your clothes or sunburned.”

“It’s cooler if you get in the ocean,” Victoria said. “It’s so much fun!”

“Then you end up with salt dried in your hair,” Winston replied.

“Give it a try?” Victoria pleaded.

It was impossible to say no to Victoria when she decided to be persuasive.

Winston tried out paddleboating, but he couldn’t see a lot of point to it.

In spite of himself, though, he had a pretty good time.

“Time to celebrate a successful driving lesson,” Dylan said.

He had a strawberry ice cream cone.

That almost immediately fell on the ground.

“I’m glad you’re better with the car than I am with my ice cream,” he told Edmund ruefully.

“Too bad, Dad,” Edmund said.

“I’d share, but that would just be gross.”

Eventually, Chaim and Abby unlocked from each other and played in the ocean.

Abby turned out to have a pretty good knack for catching waves.

“What’s that?”

The gray creature slipped under the water and was gone.

“Hey, what’s that? A kid?”

The voice was like an ugly grating sound from the childhood he’d tried to forget.

Sawyer turned around to see Whitney Ursine-Wu, the chief bully who had tormented him in grade school.

“You stuffed me in my locker fourteen times and stole my lunch money every day for a month,” he snarled. “Why would you ever say a word to me now that we’ve graduated?”

“Hey, hey,” Whitney said. “I was just curious about the kid. Besides, I’m sure it wasn’t fourteen times.”

“I remember every one,” Sawyer retorted. “You also ground gum into my gym shorts twice, knocked my school books off my desk seventeen times, and knocked me into the doorframe while you were running in gym class.”

“I wouldn’t have done all that if you weren’t asking for it!” Whitney said. It was either a plea or a taunt, but it wasn’t clear which.

“Don’t pretend you have the right to talk to me,” Sawyer shrieked. “You bottom-dwelling microcephalic sea slug!”

Then he did what he’d imagined every night in grade school.

He struck back.

That attacked the lifeguard. “Is there a problem here?” he asked. 

Sawyer was not to be contained. “You stay away from my daughter!” he shouted. “If I see you come close to her again, I’ll slap you with a retraining order!”

Whitney stared at him, slack jawed. His face was turning red from where Sawyer had hit him.

Then he turned and ran away.

Emily Doctor, a resident who worked at the hospital with Sawyer, watched the old bully run away.

“I saw it all from the clubhouse,” she said. “Way to go, Dr. Sample. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Sawyer was breathing too hard to answer, so he just watched her as she walked away.

Victoria’s party continued until the sun began to set and everyone had to go home for dinner.

Not a bad Leisure Day, all told.



I had to write this post !@#$ two times because I rebooted my computer with the *saved* draft still open, and Chrome restored it from some previous cache and saved it over the original. Imagine a whole lot more profanity here. This wasn’t an emotionally draining post, but I had to do a lot of image organizing to get the various threads into something readable.

I have to say that I’m not super-thrilled with the way a lot of the water activities work. Windsurfing, paddleboats, etc. are treated like cars — you pick some place you want to go in the water, and the vehicle appears while you’re moving and then disappears when you get there, leaving you suddenly swimming in the water. Who goes windsurfing or paddleboating to GO PLACES anyway?

A whole lot of the action here was autonomous. I left Abby and Chaim on autonomy almost all the time. They spent almost the whole day standing by the water, making out. It was adorable. I thought they might try to woohoo in the showers, but they never did.

Sawyer’s confrontation with Whitney Ursine-Wu was also autonomous. The two are “Old Enemies.” Whitney isn’t in the medical profession, so their relationship must date from school. I kept waiting for a full-on fight to break out, which I’m sure Sawyer would loose. But Sawyer hit Whitney twice. Whitney fired back a lot of insults, but he never got physical. Then he ran away. I guess Sawyer won just from sheer intensity.

Dylan and Edmund autonomously picked Abby’s car to teach Edmund to drive. I wouldn’t have thought of Edmund as the sports car type, but perhaps he was drawn to the dangerous black styling.

It was a fun, very busy Leisure Day, where I got to try out a whole bunch of bits from Island Paradise.

6.33 Acceptance

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The Anton Pierce film Free World Dream, was released mid-summer. It was a heartrending story of a girl’s rise from humble beginnings to become the Leader of the Free World, starring up-and-coming actress Abby Sample in her first headlining role.

The critics loved it. The masses didn’t like it quite as much as the critics, but well enough to go see it and talk about it a lot. Suddenly, Abby became a household name.

She was in demand as a speaker, as a mentor, and even as decoration at local nightclubs — word-of-mouth marketing that she might stop in for a drink brought customers in droves.

It was exactly what she’d always dreamed of, but it was also very intimidating. She spent a lot of time rehearsing in front of the mirror just for casual social appearances.

Then the biggest news came down. Free World Dreams had been nominated for a Simmy Award in ten categories… including Best Actress.

Abby was in shock. 

Sawyer’s life, on the other hand, had narrowed down in scope. When he was not at the hospital, he was with Gamora.

Fatherhood involved all sorts of things that made he short of temper. Gamora was so helpless. He had to work hard to understand her and be understood. It was so social and so outside his comfort zone. When Gamora was in bed, Sawyer would disappear down to his basement lab and refuse to talk to anyone.

Still, the progress was more exhilarating than anything he’d ever experienced. Gamora surprised him with something new almost every day.

When she spoke her first word, “color,” he talked about it nonstop to everyone in the family for a week.

Still, Sawyer worked long hours at the hospital, and he assumed that Dylan and Andria would look after her while he was gone. This didn’t turn out to be terribly difficult. She was the most self-entertaining child either of them had ever seen. She almost never cried. She spent hours singing to her dolls and speaking to them in her own special babble.

And she literally never needed a bottle or a diaper change, a fact that made both Dylan and Andria nervous. Sawyer said she photosynthesized, but to both of them she just seemed to live on air.

That was a good thing, since Winston was by far the pickiest eater of the four children of the Sample Estate. It took more effort to feed him than it took to feed two children.

Edmund continued to work hard at school

And wage his war of interior decor with his sister.

Andria was on her eternal quest for elixir ingredients.

She caught Abby the day of the Simmy Awards. “Stand still!” she announced. “This will help!”

“You wha–?” Abby cried.

“Trust me,” Andria said. “It’s an elixir of Asian day spa. It should help you stay calm and collected at the awards.”

“You really need to learn to give me warning before you throw one of those things,” Abby said.

At first, it didn’t work.

Abby was so overcome with anxiety that she threw up on the pavement outside the Magical Moving Pictures Theater before she’d even set foot on the red carpet.

All she could think was that every gossip magazine in Avalon would have an article about her losing her lunch.


All right, she said to herself, that’s enough. If you can act in front of a camera, you can act in front of a crowd.

Whether it was Andria’s elixir or not, she finally felt ready to take on the world.

And take it on she did. She even got a chance to give the acceptance speech she had been rehearsing for days, just in case.

Abby Sample was the proud recipient of a Simmy Award for Best Actress.

She slipped away early from the awards reception to returned home to a cheering family.

“What have I always told you?” Sawyer crowed. “You now have the Nobel Prize for acting. You’re a genius in your field.”

Abby laughed. She was already high as a kite. “I never thought about it that way. ‘Abby Sample: Acting Genius.’ I like the sound of that.”

“I always said you were smart. You could have picked something more useful than acting for all of your intelligence, like I am with neuroscience, but at this point you might as well keep going with this. There’s nothing you can’t do in acting.”

Abby couldn’t help but smile. Sawyer was trying. He really was.

While her brothers were congratulating Abby and patting her on the back, Andria was pulling her latest creation out of the oven.

“Don’t forget!” she exclaimed. “We have a lot more to celebrate tonight!”

“Oh, Mom!” Edmund whined. “I told you I didn’t want you to do anything for my birthday!”

“You told me you didn’t want a cake,” Andria corrected him, “so I didn’t bake you one. I baked you a pie.”

It was Winston’s day too.

Andria set the table and called everyone in. “It’s time to celebrate with sugar!”

So they did.

And it was good.


Abby reached her LTW! It wasn’t the award ceremony, but that was very close. The real reason Abby threw up was because she arrived by LLAMA transporter, and it made her nauseated. Andria’s elixir was one that doubled happiness points for wishes for 24 sim-hours. She found it at the elixir consignment shop when Abby was just about to get her LTW. I wondered if it would double her LTW points, and it DID! So I get another point for Abby reaching 200K happiness points before leaving the household. Haha!

Abby did actually get the Simmy for Best Actress. I ended up playing the award ceremony twice due to a game crash. The first time she got a third-place award of some kind. The second time she got the Simmy. So, it was just random, but still nice.

This is the FINAL post from all the playing I did in October. I stopped playing the night of Edmund and Winston’s birthdays and didn’t play again until March. Wow. I can’t believe how long it took me to get through all that.

The next post will be from gameplay that’s a month old or less. Dang. You’ll be able to tell because both Victoria and Winston got makeovers.

6.32 Smart

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Avalon itself was changing. The city completed an enormous restoration project on the palace at Camelot, restoring it to its former glory.

The effect was beautiful, but going down to City Hall to file routine paperwork became sort of intimidating.

Edmund’s Sim Scouts troop had a badging ceremony to mark the end of the school term.

Dylan stayed home with Winston, but Andria managed to strong-arm Sawyer into attending with his niece and nephew.

The troop commemorated the event with family pictures. 

Edmund had been working hard, as always. He earned the highest number of badges in his troop, including a rarely awarded in in Nihilist philosophy.

Dylan continued to work on his nectar.

With varying success.

Abby was almost never home. Filming for Anton Pierce’s movie was consuming all available time. Pierce was an exacting director. Scenes required dozens of takes to capture the perfect moment. Abby had never worked so hard in her life. Often she arrived home after everyone was in bed, only to rise for a casting call before dawn. 
On the final day of shooting, Abby rose while the rest of the family was asleep. Connery was waiting to see her off, though. 

He gave her a big kiss, which was the best vote of encouragement she could have asked for.

She was off to play the Leader of the Free World.

Like Abby, Sawyer was also shorting himself sleep. Gamora was a preternaturally easy baby, but he still obsessed about every aspect of parenting. In addition to his worries about fatherhood, he knew that his daughter was like no other baby.

He kept a collection of parenting and infant biology books handy to consult whenever he had a question. Sometimes this was in the middle of walking down the street.

Andria was baking again.

For the even that Sawyer had been anticipating for ages.

“Hello, Manisha?”

“Yes? Yes, I know. We haven’t talked since the fight. My family is having a small gathering tonight, and I wondered if you might join us. Perhaps afterword we could compare status.”

Manisha sounded more nervous than angry. She agreed to attend the party. Sawyer was so relieved that he became lightheaded and had to sit down.

When Manisha arrived, Sawyer was was pacing back and forth in the nursery, lecturing to himself, while baby Gamora watched him. Abby set herself to calming Sawyer down while Dylan went to welcome Manisha into the house.

“I can’t describe with words how happy we are to have you back,” Dylan said.

“You always know how to make a girl feel like a princess,” Manisha said.

Then Sawyer came down with Gamora, with Abby close on his heels. It was showtime.

Sawyer set Gamora down at the table, where she could be the guest of honor. She didn’t get a slice of cake. Gamora didn’t eat human food, even pureed. She absorbed nutrients through her skin, much like the roots of a tree.

This was only one of the many ways she was a unique creature.

First and foremost, however, she was a toddler at the moment, and she was delighted at all the attention.

Sawyer hovered by Gamora expectantly, watching Manisha. Manisha ate her cake with singular focus. She never looked at Gamora or Sawyer once.

“Are you all right?” Dylan asked. “You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” Sawyer said tightly.

“Well, for heaven’s sake, sit down.”

Sawyer didn’t say anything. He just went to get a slice of cake.

While Andria cleaned the table and Dylan put Winston to bed, Sawyer caught Manisha in the living room.

“I don’t know how to do these interpersonal things,” he said. “We used to be comfortable together. Now we’re not. I want things between us to be the way they used to be. How do I do that?”

Manisha’s expression was frightened, vulnerable. “I liked things the way they were, too,” she admitted. 
The possibility that she still cared made Sawyer’s chest tight. He hated these involuntary expressions of emotion. They were so uncomfortable. 
He reached up to touch her forehead in a gesture of affection they’d been using since college. Touching people had always been uncomfortable, except for Manisha. He had always wanted to touch her. 
“My mind to your mind,” he murmured.

It felt — wrong. Instead of the sense of physical comfort he was used to feeling with Manisha, he wanted to snatch his hand away.

“I guess your mind stays with you,” he said weakly.

“Look,” Manisha said. “You didn’t tell me that this was going to be a birthday party. You ambushed me. What do you expect me to do?”

“I expected you to make an empirical observation and adjust your hypothesis regarding the nature of our daughter,” Sawyer said. “I hoped to discuss our relationship, if we still have one, and how it relates to our parental responsibilities.”

“Would you just get off it!” Manisha shouted. “You just called me over to guilt me into changing my mind. I’m done being a pawn in your experiments. I’m leaving.”

Sawyer knew he should have said something to defend himself, but the fire in Manisha’s eyes terrified him. All he could do was step back and let her storm past him.

When Manisha was gone, Sawyer watched Gamora quietly playing with her dolls. If she had any idea that it was strange for her parents to shout, she gave no sign. In fact, she seemed more pleased and comfortable than he’d ever seen her.

Sawyer picked up his daughter and carried her upstairs to bed.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly as he tucked her in.

“I thought she was smart.”


Erg. Sawyer and Manisha were not that bad on autonomy this time, but they sure didn’t warm up to each other. Sawyer had a wish to mind meld with Manisha, but his attempt failed. They both attempted romantic interactions and were rebuffed. It was painful to watch. It appears that Sawyer’s going to be a single father.

I love Gamora’s face. She’s a great blend of her parents. She has Manisha’s unusual eyes, which makes me very happy. Looks like Manisha’s eyebrows, Sawyer’s nose and cheekbones. I think those cheekbones might actually trace back to Veronica. I’m not sure on the mouth or face shape. I’ll have to do another comparison when she’s a teen.

It’s so hard to capture Dylan’s adorable Proper bow when he greets someone. Manisha’s arrival sequence is the best I’ve managed so far.

6.31 Existential

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Abby caught Sawyer when he came home from another long shift at the hospital. “Victoria told me what happened,” she said.

Sawyer scowled. “I figured it would be Dylan. He was ready to jump up and fight for Manisha’s honor. He and Andria think I’m a Neanderthal.”

“Why did you get so out of control?” Abby asked softly.
Sawyer stared at the floor. “She doesn’t want Gamora. She doesn’t even want to believe Gamora is real. She says I conducted the experiment without consulting her.”

“But’s not true!” he continued desperately. “Manisha and I designed that experiment together. I didn’t do anything she didn’t approve. Dylan is too small-minded to see the flaws in his white knight complex.”

Then he launched into a technical explanation of gene splicing that was way over Abby’s head.

“Hey,” she said, keeping her voice low and soothing. The last thing she needed was to give Sawyer any more sense of persecution. “You don’t have to convince me. I believe you.

“Look, if Manisha wasn’t expecting a baby, then this has to be a big shock. Maybe she just need to adjust to the idea. Give her some time.”

Sawyer paused, thinking about it. Then he hung his head. “I’ll try,” he said.

Abby had never seen Sawyer so forlorn. She wished she could give him a hug, but she knew better. “Look, Sawyer,” she said. “Ask for help if you need it, okay? I care about you.”

“Thanks,” Sawyer said. “I recognize your intelligence.”

Spring transitioned into summer, and the longer daylight brought a steady stream of children home to play with Victoria.

It was a party almost every evening.

Sometimes with extra entertainment.

Edmund continued to pester everyone around him with his musings on the natural of magic. Was it just another set of scientific rules? Was it a performance art? Was it something else? What did it all mean?

He even pulled the ear of some of Victoria’s playmates. Victoria complained later that he was boring her friends.

Middle age finally struck Andria.

She wanted a small family celebration. Victoria insisted on bringing a friend.

Sawyer did his best to take Abby’s advice. When he wasn’t caring for Gamora, he threw himself into his work.

Much to the dismay of his patients. It’s not like Sawyer had an inspiring bedside manner on the best of days.

Andria wasn’t doing much better than Sawyer. Ever since her birthday, she had been sour and short-tempered. She went about her work and tended her farm with the same dedication, but she didn’t seem to enjoy any of it.

She stood in front of the wardobe and tried on outfit after outfit, examining herself in the mirror.

It wasn’t clear what she was looking for. Even Andria herself didn’t seem to know.

Finally, Dylan called her on it. “You look miserable,” he said. “I’m worried about you. Please talk to me.”

“I don’t know what there is to talk about,” Andria said — in that tone of voice that said, I really need to talk about this. “I thought I was being so progressive when I decided to marry you over the Fae Council objections. I thought I was standing up for our right to make our own decisions without living in fear.

“But here I am. Half my life is gone, and nothing is any better. Now we have three children caught in the same wedge I am between the mortal world and the magic. They have no support to do anything but live in hiding the way I always have. All I’ve done helped pass my problems onto them. I’m helping the system deny magic.”
“You haven’t exactly been denying magic,” Dylan said. “You raised an animated skeleton to clean our house.”
“That didn’t exactly build a new world for our children,” Andria snapped.
“I don’t think you’re giving our children enough credit,” Dylan said. “They all seem to be happy, though it can be difficult to tell with Edmund. They’re strong sims who can make their own way.”
Andria turned on him. “You say that, but you’re afraid of them!” she cried. “I see the way you look at our children when they’re in fae form. You try to hide, but you think they’re monsters. How can they grow up believing in themselves when their father doesn’t?”

Dylan took a step back as if he’d been struck.

Andria caught her breath. “I didn’t mean it like–“

“You meant it exactly as you said it,” Dylan said. “I had no idea you thought such things about me.”

“I know you’re trying your best,” Andria said.

Dylan, who was never aggressive about anything, advanced on her with a glint in his eye. “I am not afraid of our children,” he said. “I don’t think they’re freaks or monsters. Our children have gifts I will never have. They go places I can never go. I wonder ever day how I can protect and nurture them when I will never be able to completely understand them. I don’t understand you either, and I know it. I am always two steps behind my entire family.

“So there it is. My inherent selfishness. I’m not afraid of them. I’m afraid for me.

Andria stared at him in silence for a long moment. Dylan wondered what she was thinking and whether he should say something more.

He took a breath, but she reached her hand to his lips to silence him.

Then she kissed him with a passion that rivaled their courtship.

She pulled him up to the treehouse and had her way with him.

Dylan didn’t argue, but he didn’t stop worrying about her either.


And here we have it. Another midlife crisis. Dylan’s the only person who hasn’t had one so far. Sawyer’s still a few days away.

I had a lot of trouble writing this post. He had two really personal, anguished scenes in it. I also really wanted to get an idea of where Andria’s crisis was going to go before I tried to write it.

This last scene was entirely autonomous. Andria had a wish to break up with Dylan. Sheesh. If I followed every Midlife Crisis wish to break up, I’d have no happy couples in my game. I’ve heard that sims often wish to get right back together with the sim they just dumped, but that seems like a bit too much without a good story excuse.

At any rate, I decided the wish was a hint that Andria had built up resentment toward Dylan. I decided to pick a fight between them and then see how it fell out. They fought for a while on autonomy. Then Andria dip-kissed him and woohooed him in the treehouse. I decided that whatever troubles they had, they weren’t divorce grade :).

The scenes with Victoria were primarily from a party she threw that was supposed to be a sleepover. The game forgot that part halfway through and sent everyone home. I wanted someone to tell ghost stories, but the option didn’t come up on the interaction menu. ARGH.

Also, Bonehilda autonomously returned to her coffin. I gotta get her out again.

6.30 Great Expectations

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Sawyer shocked the entire family by his attentive fatherhood. He checked on her frequently, jumped when she whimpered, spent hours talking and cuddling with her.

In fact, he offered more gentle physical contact to his strange little plant creature than he had to anyone in his entire life, especially when he was a child himself.

While he certainly made sure that Andria saw him, it wasn’t fair to say that he was doing it to spite her. His passion for his baby was clearly both real and intense, though he couldn’t have articulated it.

For Gamora’s part, she was very baby-like, despite her oddly textured plant skin and luminous yellow eyes. She cooed, waved her limbs, and grabbed her daddy’s finger like any baby would. But it was hard to imagine an easier baby. She didn’t need to eat and needed no diaper, which everyone found unnerving. She could go days without crying.

Winston was a normal baby enough for both of them.

Victoria and Edmund were not the ideal roommates. Victoria had no interest in Edmund’s stark decorating tastes and insisted on putting up color everywhere.

Edmund pushed back, but no matter how he argued, he always seemed to find that he’d agreed to whatever Victoria wanted to do.

Their room became more and more a clash of styles.

Sometimes Edmund had to let off steam and sleep in the treehouse.

Andria’s farming started to get noticed. She was called to Camelot Hall and offered an award grant to further agricultural development in Avalon. The grant came with a nice trophy, and Andria couldn’t help herself — she was bursting with pride.

Abby was at a crossroads.

She looked at herself in the mirror and saw an aging actress. She wouldn’t be able to sustain her career on a pretty smile much longer. If Anton Pierce’s movie was well-received by the critics, she hoped to be able to be able to build her reputation for artistic roles.

And then there was her boyfriend, who didn’t exactly bolster her reputation on the silver screen circuit.

With her salary from her recent movie, Abby decided to catch attention a different way.

As status symbols went, she had to say that this one moved like a dream.

She rang up Chaim when his shift ended. “You want to take me out for a romantic dinner,” she told him.

Chaim laughed. “I did? Of course I did. You read my mind.”

“Meet me at Vetinari’s in an hour.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Chaim’s reaction as Abby stepped out of her new ride was even more satisfying than she’d hoped. “Holy Watcher!” he cried. “Is that yours?”

“It is now,” Abby crooned. “Would you like me to take you for a spin later, big boy?”

Chaim gave her a shy smile. “Only if you stay under the speed limit. I’m never really off duty, you know.”

Sawyer walked nervously out to meet Manisha.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I called you over,” he began.

Manisha gave him a perplexed look. “Why would I wonder? We always meet at your place.”

“Oh,” Sawyer said. “Well, I guess today is different.”

“Sawyer, are you all right? You’re acting really weird.”

“I’m not weird,” Sawyer said. “I’m exhilarated. You will be too. I want to introduce you to the greatest triumph of our lives.”

He beckoned her into the house.

Manisha gasped. “Sawyer, what is that?”

“I took the liberty of naming her Gamora,” Sawyer said. “I know I should have asked you first, but I didn’t think you’d object. I know that character is your favorite.”

Gamora gurgled. Manisha stared. At last, she said again, “What is it, Sawyer?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sawyer said. “She’s our daughter.”

“Our daughter!” Manisha said. “What did you do? How could you do this without asking me?”

Sawyer was stunned. “But- but I did ask you,” he said. “You gave me a sample of your DNA. We were going to make history together.”

“You were going to merge our DNA with plant DNA to see what happened. I was expecting a hybrid slug, or maybe a puppy.”

“Why would you want to share your DNA with a slug?” Sawyer asked.

“That’s beside the point!” Manisha said. “You didn’t say you were going to make something sentient! I wanted groundbreaking research, not motherhood!”
“I didn’t know the seed I spliced would grow a baby either,” Sawyer said. “In retrospect, it’s obvious. Gamora is the perfect synthesis of sim and plant DNA. This is the logical form she would take. Don’t you think she is amazing? Aren’t you proud that we made her? I don’t understand.”

Gamora, always preternaturally quiet, squirmed in Sawyer’s too-tight grip and whimpered. Sawyer murmured apologetically to her and laid her down gently on her play mat.

“Manisha,” he said, “she’s our daughter. It doesn’t matter how she got here. She’s ours to raise.”

“You’re talking crazy!” Manisha said. “Stop pretending she’s a sim. She’s a plant with some sim DNA who happens to look like a baby. Just send it to the university lab for analysis and write your research paper.”

The raised voices attracted Dylan and Andria. “Is there a problem I can help with?” Dylan asked.


“Sawyer!” Andria shrieked.

“I am not crazy,” Sawyer shouted.

Andria dashed forward and grabbed Sawyer by the arm. “You are coming with me,” she hissed.

“Are you all right?” Dylan asked Manisha. “Can I help? Can I take you home?”

Manisha stared at the floor, too stunned to do anything for a moment. “I-I’m fine,” she stammered. She tried for a weak laugh. “Sawyer isn’t that strong. I don’t need help. I’ll just go now.”

Dylan escorted her to the door and watched her walk away. Then Gamora’s lonely wail drew him back to the den. He cradled the baby in his arms and took her up to her crib.

“I’m sorry, little one,” he murmured. “It’s not your fault.”


Abby’s midlife crisis rolled a wish for an expensive car, and that sounded like just the kind of status symbol she’d enjoy, especially now that she’s given up on a high-status boyfriend.

Sawyer and Manisha…. oh my. I had Sawyer call Manisha over to introduce her to Gamora. They didn’t have a maxed relationship, but it was close. Sawyer seemed to be doing pretty well with her; I assumed his Socially Awkward trait was less destructive with a high relationship. I thought that I might move Manisha into the house at this point. I left them for a couple of minutes unsupervised. When I came back Sawyer was slapping Manisha, and their relationship had been trashed to 0. I can only assume that Manisha was not as happy to meet her genetic daughter as Sawyer assumed she would be…. :(.

I know that male sims hitting female sims doesn’t have the same ooomph that it does for real humans, but dang. I can’t say that Sawyer wouldn’t do it, though. He follows his own social rules.

6.29 Guardians

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The rain held off until Love Day was over.

Abby sat inside on a rainy afternoon to study her lines. This was, by far, the most challenging role she had ever attempted. She only hoped she could give a performance worth of an Anton Pierce production.

To give her brain a rest, she took a deep breath and looked out the window.

There, standing out in the rain, was Thomas Mosely.

Abby knew he wasn’t there for her, exactly. Well, he was, but not for personal reasons. Still, she felt she had to go talk to him.

She walked out into the rain without an umbrella, and they both stood in the downpour, soaking together.

“Hey,” she said. “Haven’t you quit your awful creepy job yet?”

Thomas smiled sheepishly. “It pays the bills.”

“You know,” Abby said with a sudden light in her eyes. “My brother is a really successful photographer. If your pictures are good, he might be able to help you make it as a freelancer.”

Thomas looked dubious. “Maybe. Celebrity photography pays really well. I don’t think that traditional photography can top it.”

No matter what he says about it, he actually likes being a paparazzi, Abby realized suddenly. That made this so much easier.

“I just wanted to tell you honestly,” she said. “You and me — it’s just not going to work out.”

Thomas shrugged. “You met someone. I know. I took pictures for the next issue of Celebrity Insider.”

Abby just stared at him. She’d been skeptical that it was a good idea to be social with a paparazzi, but it was so much worse than she’d thought. She wanted to say, We can still be friends, but it wasn’t true.

Fortunately, Thomas didn’t even try. “It was worth a shot, anyway. Thanks for giving me a chance. I’ll see you around.”

“Yes,” Abby said softly. “I’m sure I will.”

Andria was at it again. She had some elixir in mind, and she had Bonehilda helping her collect the ingredients.

It turned out to be something created with Sawyer in mind. “Do you want your coworkers to quit picking on you? I might be able to help.”

“I’ll try anything,” Sawyer said sourly.

“Then let’s try this!” Andria threw a vial of elixir at his feet.

He stumbled backward in surprise. The elixir puffed into glowing purple smoke that engulfed his body, then dissipated.

Sawyer watched the smoke fade with a skeptical look. “Well, that was dramatic. I don’t suppose you’ve ever tested this stuff, have you?”

“I’m testing it now,” Andria said. “On you.”

Sawyer scowled. “That’s what I thought. If anything strange happens to me, I hold you personally responsible.”

Edmund was made the honor roll. Dylan couldn’t have been more proud.

He turned out to share his father’s artistic streak. Edmund was very unhappy with his first experiments with paint and canvass, however. “I just can’t seem to capture the dark monster that lives in my soul,” he complained.

Winston continued to rival Victoria in the most adorable baby contest.

His first word was, “Doctor!” Sawyer really appreciated that part.

When Victoria’s usual crowds of admirers went home, sometimes she took a bit of time to herself.

She really loved her Fairy Bearykins bear.

But she really preferred to be around people. When they didn’t come to her, she came to them, asking for any little extra bit of interaction.
Sawyer didn’t appreciate it when she showed up in the tech den looking to play, especially when he had Manisha over.

Dylan was always willing to make time for her, though. She was his only daughter and thus his little princess.

Those were the bits of mundane domestic life. The rest was much weirder.

As the children grew older, they became more interested in their fae nature. Andria chided them to be cautious about their magic in public, but in private, they let loose.

Dylan pretended not to care when he walked past a life-sized faerie doll playing at the blocks table, but he wasn’t very convincing. He found the whole thing very disconcerting. He wasn’t even sure which child he was looking at.

“Tell me about magic,” Edmund asked his mother. 

Andria sighed. “There’s so much to know, and I only know a little bit.”

Edmund looked her in the eye, doll’s-face to doll’s-face. “Who can teach me then?”

Andria told him about the Fae Masters.

The next day, after school, he went to find the Masters himself.

The latch was just where his mother said it would be.

“I want to know about magic,” he told him.

The Masters were surprised. “You are fae, but different. Part of you is ghost. We have never met someone like you.”

“Then teach me,” Edmund said.

When he came home, he stayed in the treehouse until nightfall.

Sawyer, of all people, took the task of escorting Edmund to bed. He read him a passage on socket wrench maintenance from his inventor’s handbook.

It worked like a charm.

Sawyer looked about and made sure that Dylan and Andria were busy, and he headed out into the garden.

His precious experimental plant was ready to harvest.

It had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams.

“What shall I name you?” he asked the burbling little plant creature. “I didn’t think about that.”

She didn’t need to be fed. She had a store of minerals from the soil that would nourish her until she could photosynthesize on her own. Sawyer took her inside and laid her to rest in Victoria’s old crib.

“Sawyer,” Andria hissed from behind him. “What. Is. That.”

“She’s at least five journal articles,” Sawyer said brightly. “I fused human DNA with a splice of hearty vegetable species. This is success beyond my wildest hypothesis.”

“Is it what it looks like?” Andria demanded. “Is it a baby? Did you make a baby?”

“She’s a new species,” Sawyer said. “She may even been a new branch in the sim life ontology.”

“How could you do this?” Andria demanded, raising her voice. “How could you make a child for research results? She needs care and love. You can just use as an experiment.”

“You think I’m not going to care for her??” Sawyer demanded. “I thought you were stupid, but you really are an amazing idiot.”

“She’s my daughter. I’m her father. Manisha and I made her, and we are going to raise her like any other child.”

Andria stopped, stunned. “Do you think you can do that?” Andria asked. “Do you think you can be a father to this baby?”

“Nobody can be a better father to her than I will,” Sawyer said. “I’ll learn her needs and provide for them.”

“Does she even have a name?”

Sawyer gave her a condescending smile. “I thought of everything,” he said. “Of course she has a name. I named her Gamora.”

“Gamora?” Andria asked. “Where did that name come from?”

Sawyer scowled. “How can you have not seen the brilliant film–” Sawyer began. “Wait, I forgot I’m talking to a technophobe. Let’s just say I named her after an amazingly capable green woman.”


So Sawyer did breed! At least after a fashion.

I promised you that Sawyer would get some more attention, Jo :).

For those who missed the heir poll, it was a three-way tie between Dylan, Abby, and Sawyer with a small-but-vocal minority calling for Dylan and Sawyer as dual heirs. I picked Dylan for many reasons — I thought he had the best genetics, his storyline lent itself to marriage and kids the quickest, and I’m kind of in love with him. Relatedly, I was reluctant to make Sawyer heir because his… unique… personality didn’t guarantee him a quick trip to babies, and I didn’t really want to push him to do things out of character just to continue the legacy. BUT, I promised that if Sawyer had kids, they’d be be heir candidates as well. So Gamora here will be in the heir poll.

I should also reassure everyone that Gamora is not a clone. We don’t need no steenking clones in my lovely gene pool. I rerolled her genetics using MasterController to combine Sawyer and Manisha. That’s what he was doing when he was getting her genetic sample. They’d been planning a plant/sim gene splicing experiment for quite a while.

We are VERY close to catching up on my huge backlog of gameplay. The last day I played was Edmund’s teen birthday. Gamora was a toddler for only a couple of days.

I opened this game recently to export Generation 6 for download. I’m getting ready to play it again, I think. Just in time.

6.28 Day to Dance

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Spring was in the air. Abby found some of Garry Crumplebottom’s old compositions in Sky’s music gear. Arya Crumplebottom wanted them back. They met at the bowling alley. Abby stepped inside, saw who else was there, and immediately tried to get out of their line of sight.

“Wait, isn’t that your uncle Forest?” Arya asked. “Who’s that he’s dancing with?”

Abby was pretty sure it was Forest’s boyfriend’s husband. “Uncle Forest’s love life is complicated,” she said weakly. “We try not to ask.”

Love Day arrived.

The day should have been bright and sunny, but the weather wouldn’t cooperate. It dawned gray and overcast instead, sort of gloomy. At least it wasn’t raining.

Abby fluttered about the house, trying on clothes, putting her hair up, then down, then up again.

Finally, Dylan asked. “Are you all right? We’re going to the Love Day fair, not a publicity event.”

Abby flushed. “It’s not that. It’s just….”

Dylan raised his eyebrows. “You’re meeting someone there, aren’t you?”

“Sort of,” Abby admitted. “Just a guy I met recently. Mostly a friend thing.”

“Riiight,” Dylan said. “I’m interested in meeting a friend who make you do that to your hair.

Chaim was there, waiting for her.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” Abby said. “There were just a hundred things to do with the kids before we left.”

Chaim took her hands.

“You look fantastic,” he said. “I was kind of afraid you changed your mind about meeting me. Thanks for coming.”

Abby forgot why she had been so worried. 

Victoria was, well, Victoria. Wherever she went, she drew an entourage of admirers. Random strangers stopped her to start conversations. And she loved it.

Also their dogs.

Since the weather was so gray, she decided to brighten things up her way.

And she got Jasper Crumplebottom to do her homework for her. He never knew what hit him.

Edmund was surprisingly cheerful.

Winston was adorable.

Everyone enjoyed watching Abby and Chaim, who had no idea anyone else existed.

Andria nudged Dylan. “You know, I think they have the right idea.”

Dylan smiled knowingly, then realized she was walking away from him.

“Wait!” he called. “That’s totally inappropriate!”

Andria laughed. “Don’t worry. He’s a nice fellow, but he has nothing on you. Maybe you’ll like this better.” She pulled him close.

“Maybe we can dance a little later.”
Chaim pulled Abby over to the Love Meter.

Chaim’s face fell when he saw the response. “I thought this would be the perfect time to ask you to be my girl.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Abby said.

“Doing what?” Chaim asked.

“What does that machine know anyway,” she said. “Yes.”

“Yes, you’ll be my girl?”


If anyone had told Abby she would be a cop’s girlfriend, she would have thought they were insane.

Abby and Chaim tried to capture the title of King and Queen of the Dance. They didn’t get it, but they sure had a great time trying.

Dylan escorted Andria back to the dance floor. “Care to try again, my lady?”

“Of course!”

“It’s just not our day to dance, is it?”

Then they all came home to eat a tasty salad that Bonehilda had prepared while they were gone.


I absolutely love greeting card pictures. I put them in the biggest size digital frame so that I can see them when I play. The sad thing is that they get erased really easily, and I can’t get new ones by going back to an earlier save file like paintings. So I give up. I’m just going to take screen captures of them for posterity :).

The Easter eggs are screwed up. There weren’t any at the festival site, so I decided to add them in buydebug. Guess that was a bad idea — every time someone picked up an egg, they reset. I’m cranky about that. I’d like to actually collect them for festival tickets sometime. I’m not sure what was up. I guess I’ll see what happens next Love Day. Still, they have some great animations.

Victoria really gets mobbed every time she enters a community lot. That Irresistible trait is powerful.

6.27 Ordinary People

#sims3challenge #sims3legacy #sims3story #thesims3

Well, that was the end of Justin Mai. Abby called him up and told him what she thought of him.

It was liberating, really. Her instincts had told her something was wrong. She trusted them, and it was the right thing. Maybe she could trust herself after all.

Still, it would be nice to meet someone her instincts felt good about.

Abby also sent a not to Dion, confessing that Justin had propositioned her. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him to his face. It was just too awkward. He at least had the story. It was up to him to decide whether he believed it or what to do about it.

Andria found Dylan in the dining room. She pounced on him triumphantly. “I made something! You’re going to love it!”

She dragged a perplexed and curious Dylan to the upstairs bathroom, where there was a brightly-colored crate waiting. It was the size of an adult sim.

Dylan had a sudden flash of foreboding. “Andria, what is this?” he asked.

Andria pulled a huge key from her dress pocket. “Just the best thing my alchemy has done for our household!” she said. “Behold!”

Andria unlocked the door and stepped back. It creaked open.

Dylan took one look. The he had to look away.

“What is it?” he demanded.

“A maid!” Andria said. “You won’t have to worry about the house turning into a pit with three children.”

“You raised the dead to clean our house??”

“What? Oh!” Andria laughed. “No, Bonehilda was never alive. She’s just bits of old magic stitched together. She just looks like a walking skeleton.”

“I’m not sure I can let a walking skeleton clean my house,” Dylan insisted.

Andria waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, relax. Give her a chance. You’ll get used to the way she looks, and then you’ll never want to put her back in her box.”

Dylan really hoped so.

Abby was feeling better, and she thought she’d give the paparazzi something to photograph.

“Hey,” he called. “Can I talk to you?”

No paparazzi had ever tried to interact with her. Abby shrugged. “Sure.”

He walked swiftly up to her, looking around as if trying to be sure nobody was watching.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” he asked.

“What?” Abby asked.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you for ages, but it’s kind of against my job. Please? If you don’t like it, I won’t bother you again.”

Abby couldn’t help but laugh.

“All right,” she said. “You can take me out right now.”

He took her to The Round Table, which was a nice touch.

At first he seemed so shocked that she’d said yes that he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“All right,” Abby began. “Tell me why you’re willing to risk your job to ask me out.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of creep,” he said.

“You’re a paparazzi,” Abby pointed out.
“All right, fair enough. I like to think of myself as an ordinary guy with a creepy job.”
His name was Thomas Mosely, and his story was endearing in an uncomfortable sort of way. He’d been photographing Abby for gossip magazines since around the time of the Nemo Hodgins scandal, and he’d gotten to know her from afar.
“You’re a nice person,” Thomas said. “My pictures have been used to say some nasty stuff, and I’d like a chance to make it up to you.
“I don’t know what to say,” Abby admitted.
“If you don’t say no, then I figure this went pretty well,” Thomas said with a self-deprecating smile. 

“If you’ll excuse me now, I have to go to work. Would you let me have a picture before I go?”

It was the strangest date Abby had ever been on, and that was saying something.

Things were a bit rocky at home. Edmund might be detached and gloomy, but he took his responsibilities very seriously.

Victoria, on the other hand, tended to whatever seemed good at the time. When she was caught wandering the beach during school hours and brought home by the police, Andria was beside herself.

She gave Victoria a blistering lecture. Victoria promised she would never do anything like that again.

They made up quickly, though. Victoria showed her her mother the first hints at a growing magical talent.

Andria was overjoyed.

Sawyer tended his plant, mostly after hours when Andria wouldn’t notice and bother him. He only stepped on some of Andria’s produce. He was sure she wouldn’t notice.

Bonehilda cleaned.

For someone who looked as gruesome as she did, she was remarkably good at going about her work without bothering anyone.

Anton Pierce invited Abby out for a private lunch, where he offered her the lead in his new movie.

Abby didn’t hesitate. Of course she said yes.

If she didn’t grab an opportunity like this, she might never get another chance. If a renowned director like Anton Pierce wanted to work with her, she’d really made it.

And that’s how Abby found herself signing autographs at a nightclub on her birthday.

The film’s production schedule was aggressive. When she wasn’t filming, she was doing publicity events. It was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.

At least this was a good crowd to celebrate with.

“A round of drinks for everyone on the studio’s expense account!”

It really was a great night for a birthday. A band was playing.

There was plenty of laughing and dancing.

On her way out of the bathroom, she ran into someone who tickled her memory.

“I know this sounds like a pickup line,” she said, “but haven’t we met before?”

The man looked uncomfortable. “I know who you are. I was actually at your house the other day for an, um, attemped burglary.”

Abby thought. “Wait, you’re the police officer who came to arrest the burglar?”

He gave a little bow. “Officer Chaim Erickson, at your service.”

A police officer. She was way out of his league. And it was a shame, too. He was so attractive. “Well, thanks for coming to help me promote my movie,” Abby said.

Chaim gave her a puzzled look. “Promote your what?”

“My movie? Anton Pierce directing? That’s what this whole event is about.”

“I don’t really watch a lot of movies. I just came by for a drink after work.”

Abby couldn’t contain her astonishment. “You’ve really never heard of Anton Pierce? He directed Mobile Maneater. It won the Simmy for best picture last year. He’s kind of a superstar.”

Chaim shrugged. “They’re just movies,” he said. “Would you like to dance?”

A successful actress and a police officer? It was absurd to think about. Abby knew she shouldn’t lead him on. Yet she found herself saying yes.

They danced.

And danced. And talked. And danced. Abby was so used to talking about the movie industry that she had to work to find topics of conversation that interested them both. It was… refreshing, actually.

“You’re pretty amazing,” Chaim said. He looked into her eyes, and she couldn’t look away.

“You — you are too,” Abby said, and she realized she meant it.

Then it was time to leave. Abby’s casting call would come too soon. 
“I had a nice time,” she said as the parted at the door.

“Can I see you again?” Chaim asked. “Are you doing anything for Love Day? Is that too forward?”

“I have Love Day off,” Abby admitted. “I could meet you at the fairgrounds.”

Chaim’s face lit up in a bright smile. “That would be perfect. I’ll see you then, Abby the Actress.”


Bonehilda! This is the first time I got to play with her!!

This post ended up being almost all Abby. Too much happened to her too close together. As you might guess, she’s very close to reaching her LTW, so she was getting a lot of simgod attention.

She got a date call from Thomas Mosley the paparazzi. He’s been spamming her with attraction notifications every time they’re both on the lot — which is often — for most of her YA life. I thought I’d see if they hit it off. He was called back to work abruptly after getting his food. Those paparazzi.

I do want to point out that Abby is a Snob, which is why I wrote her automatically dismissing the idea of dating a cop. But her birthday also triggered a Midlife Crisis, so I’m going to guess she’s willing to entertain some changes in her worldview.