All You Weird SimsThe White Legacy:Generation Seven, College (Part Two)

So, by now everybody already knows the winner of the heir poll, but let’s do a quick roundup, shall we? Because some interesting things happened that I want to share.

First of all, Ollie scored exactly zero votes. That’s what he gets for not being terribly interesting. Sorry, Ollie.

Laurel received one vote. Someone actually likes her! Imagine that!

Laurel: “I suppose one vote is not enough to be declared heiress of my legacy, is it?”

Ollie: “Derpy derp!”

Stop that.

And so of course, the remaining twenty-one votes were spread between these two, Pepper and Rose. For a long time, it was looking very even, and it was hard to call who would end up winning. In fact, it was very nearly a tie. But in the end, Rose came out with three more votes than Pepper did, and so she is our heir.

I love Pepper to death, but while I’m disappointed that we won’t be seeing her alien genes moving on into the family tree, I am very glad that we won’t be looking at her mouth for the last three generations.

Much thanks to everyone who voted! I’m excited to have Rose at the reigns for the next generation!

Okay, now that we know that Pepper is not the heir, there are a few things to get in order with her. She now lives in this cute little house in Peachtree Valley. Like many of my houses, it was based strongly off a picture I found on the internet. I like it a lot. That bright yellow siding might be the reason.

Pepper moved in and immediately married Oscar. They’re so cute together.

Now, in the interest of full disclosure, Oscar’s original surname was Darling. However, there’s already a Darling family in the ‘hood (Aquamarine married one), so I randomly rolled a new last name for these guys. This is now the Hoffman family. It suits them, I think.

Aquamarine: “AHA! I heard my name! That means I get face time, right!?”

Go away, Aquamarine.

I didn’t do a whole lot with these guys this time around, since it’s really only been a day or so since Pepper graduated, but here we are. Let’s leave them to themselves and head on to our next stop.

Ella and Peter have a full week to kick around the main lot while they’re waiting for their heiress (and youngest child) to come back from college, so let’s see what they get up to, hmm? And then we’ll go back to college. I promise.

Arie: “So Pennyworth. I’ve been meaning to ask. When it’s winter, like it is now, do you feel cold? Since you’re made of metal and all?”

Arie, what are you doing here? It’s just, I came to check in on Peter and Ella…

Arie: “I’m here to help!”

With what?

Arie: “Eating your leftovers. Engaging your robot in conversation. Teasing my niece and nephew. Antagonizing you. Take your pick.”

Ella: “Ooh, I hate being an elder. My joints are killing me. I don’t know, maybe it’s the weather.”

Aquamarine: “I’m back!”

Go away, Aquamarine.

Hmmm… nope, I don’t remember inviting Arie to spend the night. What’s more, there were about five beds open she could have used. Then again, knowing Arie, I’m sure she invited herself, and she probably spent all night playing video games or something rather than sleeping.

Peter: “Hi there, R-r-rose. N-no, nothing’s g-g-going on. I just had a random w-w-wish to c-c-call and check in. So how are y-you and Ollie and L-laurel?”

French Fry Man: “Hey HEY, it’s the sixth gen heiress! Hi there!”

Ella: “I could have sworn I heard something behind me… meh, I’m sure it was nothing.”

Ella: “Hey, honey. How’s it going? I don’t think you’ve left this greenhouse in, what, thirty-six hours?”

Peter: “S-S-SORRY, HON. THERE’S B-B-BEEN A L-LOT TO DO. I’M ALM-M-MOST DONE.”

Ella: “Alright. Mind if I help you water?”

Peter: “That’d be g-g-great.”

Ella: “WHAT!?”

Ella: “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

Peter: “Y-YES, BUT I N-N-NEVER GET TIRED OF H-H-HEARING IT. L-LOVE YOU.”

Ella: “Love you, too.”

Ella: “How’s the bug collection going, hon?”

Peter: “All I n-n-need is two m-m-more. I’m so c-c-close.”

Peter: “Hey Author. Guess w-w-what?”

Peter: “I d-d-did it!”

Congratulations! That’s great! And just in time, too!

Peter: “This is it. I’m d-d-d-d-dying...”

Ella: “I can’t believe it…! This can’t be happening already!”

Rose: “Aw, Mom…”

Peter: “I j-just w-w-wanted to say g-g-goodbye to you all. I d-d-don’t know why, but I really f-f-feel like I n-need to be outside r-r-right now.”

Arie: “ELLA? HE’S SAYING HE’S GOING OUTSIDE.”

Ella: “I’ll come with you, Peter. Don’t you dare go anywhere without me!”

Peter: “Ella, I’ve g-g-got just one m-m-more wish.”

Ella: “Peter… I don’t want you to go.”

Peter: “J-just one last d-d-dance? And then I can w-wait for you at the Luau.”

Peter: “I l-l-love you, Ella.”

Peter: “Come on, G-g-grim… m-my kids are still in s-s-school and m-my wife is c-c-crying. Just a l-little more t-t-time?”

Grim: “Nope, sorry. Come along, Mr. White.”

Hula Zombie: “Grim darling, I know I’m incorporeal, but that isn’t an excuse to not pay attention to what you’re doing with that scythe.”

We moved Peter’s gravestone into the cemetery, but I think we’ll leave his tree where it is.

So… Peter. He was definitely an interesting play. I’ve had my share of plantsims, but I usually play them in houses fully equipped with sun lamps, or not in houses at all. It was a challenge to keep his sunlight need up without those things. And on top of that, he lied about his hair color. He’s a brunette, not a redhead. Grr.

But all that aside, I liked Peter. He stuttered, but he was never really shy. In fact, I saw him as one of my more courageous sims, though he didn’t get as many opportunities to show that trait. He had a good heart, and was a genuinely nice guy. Have a good Luau, Peter.

Although I’m still in shock just how few days Peter rolled. Plantsims are supposed to live longer than normal sims.

Ella, what are you doing up? Your energy bar isn’t full yet…

Ella: “Can’t sleep…”

Ella: “…good morning.”

Azolla: “Good morning, Mrs. White. We are Here to Pay our Respects. Our Deepest Condolences.”

Ella: “…what? Could you repeat that?”

Azolla: “WE ARE HERE TO PAY OUR RESPECTS. OUR DEEPEST CONDOLENCES.”

Ella: “Oh. Okay. …he’s in the back.”

This isn’t a great environment for servos, I’ve discovered. I don’t know if it’s the ghosts or if Pennyworth is acting on all of those bubble bath and hot tub wants autonomously, but I consistently find him totally broken down out here. Poor guy.

Ella: “Hello, little cucumbers. You were the last plants my husband ever planted, so grow up strong and beautiful, okay?”

Are you planning on replanting after these are harvested?

Ella: “WHAT!?”

ARE YOU PLANNING ON REPLANTING!?

Ella: “No. I’m old, and I don’t have the time or energy to care for a crop. I think these will be the last.”

Wow, that was fast. Hi, Peter! Out for your first haunting, huh?

Peter: “Ella’s all alone. Rose isn’t c-c-coming home until t-t-tomorrow. I can’t leave h-h-her all alone!”

I’m really excited to see what Peter decides to haunt. As a plantsim, he never slept, so his favorite item won’t be his bed. What will it be!? Let’s watch!

Oh. Looks like I missed it already. Dang. Well, maybe next haunting.

I believe that wraps up this week at the main house. That was cheerful, wasn’t it? Off to college we go!

We pick up in the aftermath of Pepper’s graduation party.

Rose: *doing the hula*

Laurel: *is jealous of Rose’s dress*

Laurel: “Primrose, clean up the debris of Peppermint’s party, won’t you? There’s a dear.”

Rose: “Um… okay…?”

I notice that since I’ve installed seating and a bookcase in the Greek house’s foyer, there’s been less trouble with cheerleaders and mascots. Interesting.

Rose: “Hi, Mom. We just heard about Dad. Do you want to come over? We could pick up some pizza, watch a movie…?”

That’s very nice of you, Rose. I don’t think I’ve ever had a member of your family invite their family to the greek house, except for during graduation parties, of course.

Rose: “Oh, you know. My father just died. I really Want to tell my mom an inside joke, and also play with her. You know, try to cheer her up. We all need each other right now.”

Rose: “THANKS FOR COMING, MOM.”

Ella: “WHAT!? Snakes are coming!? What would you invite snakes for!?”

Rose: “I love you, Mom. We’re here for you.”

Ella: “Aw, thanks, sweetie. I’m here for you, too.”

Rose: “There’s no need to thank me. I’m just doing what a good person does: I’m helping my mother.”

Ella: “He was your father too, you know.”

Rose: “He was your soul mate.”

Ollie: “Everything’s going to be a-okay, Mom. Here’s a wad of napkins, there’s the pizza, eat as many as you want.”

Laurel: “What my brother said.”

You know, Rose, now that you’re the heiress, there is the small matter of—

Rose: “WOW!!”

Nutty Professor: “Excuse me… you’re Rose, right? One of Professor Norton’s students?”

Rose: “That’s me. You’re Professor Parris, right?”

Nutty Professor: “Lewis. Um, Professor Lewis, if it feels more comfortable. Um…”

Rose: “Hehe… I think Lewis suits you very well. You look like a Lewis.”

…that’s the stabby death nose, isn’t it?

Rose: “Author, can I please date him? At least flirt with him? Please?”

The game is claiming they only have one bolt. Yeah right. The moment Rose saw him, she started rolling wants to talk to him, then flirt with him, then to ask him out on a date… but if that’s the stabby death nose…

Rose: “Please??”

Well, alright. Who am I to stand in the way of true simulated love?

Rose: “So Lewis, I know we’ve only known each other for about five minutes, but I think you’re awesome. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Lewis: “This is legal, right? …meh, I don’t really care. Yes, I would love to go on a date with you, Rose.”

Rose: “Hey Laurel! Welcome back from class! How was your day?”

Laurel: “Fine, fine. Adam, we may be engaged, but I do feel this is slightly inappropriate for the current environs.”

Adam: “Oh. Apologies, my sweet.”

Lewis: “Is there a reason you’re touching my nose?”

This relationship is progressing so much faster than in a bachelor challenge. The best part is, every interaction Rose has done with Lewis thus far has been wished for. I love it when sims pick their own mates, even when they do have potentially dominant, questionably shaped noses.

I decided to turn the event camera on to capture Rose’s first kiss, and I ended up with a bunch of sweet pictures. I pared it down to just a few, though, like this one, with Rose looking all happy and shy.

But then she goes for it, and sparks fly! Or… happy red sunbeams in front of a house missing its upper levels. I didn’t realize I needed to page up to the roof before the event started. Oh well, I like this picture anyway.

Proof: happy thoughts lift you into the air. Thank you, Peter Pan.

They’re so cute together. I like these two. Rose still has two and a half years of school left to go, though, so let’s see if anybody else strikes her fancy. Someone who isn’t going to poke her eye out every time she goes in for a kiss.

Lewis: “Has the Author always been so outspoken about who gets married into the family?”

Rose: “Well, I don’t know. Usually the Author is a really nice person, but I wouldn’t know because she’s been around a lot longer than I have. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing. But I think I know what I’m doing, too.”

Lewis: “Yes, this is definitely a legacy house.”

Adam: “Badda su la gorp!”

Rose: “As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, and as much as I love you as my future brother-in-law, Adam, do you, um, mind moving so I can keep watching my show? I don’t want to inconvenience you or anything…”

You know what? That’s it. Come with me, Rose.

Rose: *gulp* “Did I do something wrong? Where are we going?”

You’ll see.

The more I look at you wearing that, the less I think it suits you. Pick something else out.

Rose: “Are you sure? I mean, this outfit works alright…”

I mean it. Pick something.

Rose: “How about this? Is this alright?”

That looks great. Good choice.

Rose: “Really? Thank you!”

Sorry, there’s no point to this slide. I just really wanted a picture of this guy we found out on campus. His name is Mickey Dosser. Precious, isn’t he?

…I’m starting to doubt Adam is as intelligent as he pretends to be.

…where did that come from?

Ollie: “Campus. Don’t worry, I took a rag and cleanser to it already.”

Selling! Seriously, finding random furniture in a greek house never gets old.

This interaction never gets old, either.

You can always tell when a coach has visited the house.

Rose: “Wheeere’s Blizzard? There he is!”

Blizzard: {That’s the final straw. I turn my back to you, and I hereby wash my paws of all you weird sims. Hmph!}

Rose: “Hi, Lewis. I’ve still been wishing for you.”

Lewis: “What a coincidence. I’ve been wishing for you, too!”

Rose: “You have!?” *blush*

*sigh* I have the stabby death nose in my future, I can see it.

And there’s the floaty love hearts. Alright, you can keep him.

Rose: “Really!?”

Yes.

Rose: “Yay!!”

Lewis: “Whoa!”

Rose: “I love you, Lewis! Will you marry me!?”

Lewis: “Wow, that was fast!”

Eh, I’m not really that great at writing romance. Besides, sims fall in love fast. What’s your answer, dude?

Lewis: “Of course!!”

Of course.

Rose: “See, Laurel? This is the ‘hang loose’ greeting. If Lewis and I go to Twikkii Island on our honeymoon, we’re going to be using this a whole lot!”

Laurel: “This gesture seems perfect for Mr. Parris. It is almost as ridiculous looking as he is.”

Rose: “I love his face so much! He’s so handsome, isn’t he?”

Laurel: “It is very hard to insult you.”

Ollie: “Ew ew ew ew ew! Roaches! I’m going to cry about this for WEEKS!!”

*sigh*

Ollie: “Thanks, Rose. I can’t stand these things.”

Rose: “Anytime, Ollie! You’re my big brother and I am always willing to… to…” *cough hack*

Ollie: “GERMS!! RUN AWAY!!”

Rose: *cough sniff* “What’s in this stuff, anyway?”

Great. Now she has the flu. Perfect.

Alright, let’s hear it, Laurel. What do you think of the graduation gown?

Laurel: “I earned it. The graduation gown is a fine garment of collegiate tradition, dating back in some form for hundreds of years. I am proud to wear it.”

Wow. I’m impressed.

Laurel: “Also, it has the word ‘gown’ in the name. What is not to like?”

George: “PARTY CRASHER DETECTED INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT BEEP BEEP BEEP BOOP BOOP BOOP!!”

Let’s hope it’s going after the cow mascot and not Ella.

Of course, now it’s going to have to wait its turn. Adam the llama mascot wants a crack at the cow mascot first.

Rose: *COUGH HACK SPLUTTER*

Uh, Rose, I know you love your sister and you don’t want to miss this, but go upstairs. We don’t need you infecting the whole town.

Rose: *groan* “But Laurel is graduating… I don’t want to miss her party!”

Upstairs! Now!

Rose: “I’M SORRY!! I’m going! I’m going! I’m sorry!!”

All in all, it was a pretty quiet party. Laurel and Adam worked on raising the party score for me, many plates of food from the buffet table were eaten, and much hula was had.

Laurel: “I never before noticed how lovely this wall was.”

Brace yourself. We’re about to see a transition outfit.

Darn. I was hoping for something a lot worse than this. Perhaps along the skimpy and mismatching lines.

Laurel: “I feel the sudden urge to hug this wall.”

And off she goes! Let’s get her and Adam nice and set up in Peachtree Valley for the next few slides, alright? I promise it won’t take long. Two slides, max.

This is Laurel’s new home, which is my admittedly kind of lazy attempt at looking old-fashioned. What can I say, I wasn’t really feeling building today. Maybe I’ll spruce it up someday.

Maybe.

Laurel decided to keep the same dress she wore in college, but put her hair up in a more mature (read: up instead of down) hairdo. And why is Adam wearing the vampire cape? …mostly because he can. Yay, vampire cape?

Obviously, Adam and Laurel are now Mr. and Mrs. Ross. No children yet, though—partially because none of my spares are allowed to start the next generation before the heir, and partially because for some reason, I don’t see these two having a lot of kids. They seem pretty happy just by themselves.

Back to Sim State, where the “gifts” Ollie and Rose keep bringing home are getting more expensive. Take that back where you found it, Ollie.

Ollie: “Aww…”

Hooray! That takes care of all the Freetime skills! Rose is now fully skilled, including anger management, couples’ counseling, physiology, and fire safety, and she’s only a junior in college! I think this is the first time I’ve even bothered having a sim get all of those extraneous skills!

…now what do I do with her?

Hey, Ollie. There’s a streaker behind you.

Ollie: *IGNORE*

He’s in the kitchen, naked, while you’re making food.

Ollie: “AAAAARGH!!!”

Streaker: “Success!”

Well, that’s it for Ollie’s senior year. He has now graduated. It took all of three slides from Laurel’s graduation, a full academic year ago, to get here. These two really didn’t do a whole lot of interest in the last six sim days.

Well, except for Ollie carrying around a nose that someone else could stand under to stay dry during a rainstorm, that is.

Rose: “Wow, Ollie! Your nose really is huge! It’s almost as big as Lewis’s!”

Ollie: “Thanks…?”

Rose: “Oh, Ollie, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to insult you and make you sad! I just meant that you have a great nose, that’s all! It has personality!”

Ollie: “Thanks, Rose…”

How do you feel, Ollie?

Ollie: “Slightly ridiculous.”

That’s the idea.

Dang. Looks like Arie caught Rose’s flu despite my best efforts at the last party. I’m going to have to fix this.

Since Ollie isn’t paired off, we invited Lewis so Rose could raise the party score for him. It doesn’t look like anyone minds, though.

Rose: *bliss*

Pepper: “Aw, that’s so sweet. I wonder what makes people fall in love?”

Ollie: “Anyone know where Pennyworth is?”

Ollie: “Pennyworth! Hi! I have a proposition for you!”

Pennyworth: “Beep. Scram, chum.”

Ollie: “Hear me out. You don’t like living at legacy estate, right? You keep breaking down and all. Right? And I need a roommate who likes to clean. Right?”

Pennyworth: “Boop. Right?”

Ollie: “Right! So why don’t you come live with me in my new apartment!”

Pennyworth: “Beep. Right!”

…did Ollie just steal my butler?

OLLIE! You just stole my butler!

Ollie: “Don’t care!”

Do you realize what this means!?

Bad transition outfit for you!!

Rose: “Oh… uh… it l-looks great, Ollie.”

Ollie: “Author, did you really have something to do with this?”

OF COURSE!! *ahem* It’s punishment for stealing Pennyworth! This means that Rose is going to have to hire back the photobombing butler! I hope you’re happy!

Razzin frazzin butler-stealing stinkin…

Ella: “Good luck, son. You’re going to need it. I hope the Author lets you change out of that suit.”

Ollie: “I just wanted a servo… he was going to waste back home!”

I don’t like the photobombing butler!! Just… just get into that taxi cab. Go.

Ollie: “Yeah, come on over, Pennyworth. The apartment’s ready.”

Stupid butler-stealing flipping…

Ollie: “Author, can I change out of this suit, please? It smells like cats.”

NO!

Ollie: “Please? With cherries on top?”

Ollie: “Thanks, Author. This is better.”

*grumble*

Okay. So, Ollie is, has been, and ever will be boring, and don’t you try to deny it. We’re going to leave him with Pennyworth in this apartment, which by the way I had to place out of the Maxis bin because there was no more room in my custom-built one.

Maybe I’ll kill him off. …nah, that would be cruel. Back to college we go for Rose’s last year of university.

Hey, look here. Cool. C’mere, Rose.

Rose: “So I just… rub it? Like this?”

Yep, just like that. Watch this, you’re going to like it.

Genie: “BEHOLD!! I am the all-powerful GENIE OF THE LAMP, and I have come to offer YOU, my new master, THREE WISHES!!”

Rose: “Um, Mr. Genie Sir? I’m over here.”

Genie: “Oh. Ahem. Yes. Sorry.”

Genie: “So, young mistress, what will it be?”

Rose: “Hmm… how about the power to cheat death? That seems kind of useful.”

Genie: “GRANTED!!”

Rose: “Also, I think peace of mind would be cool, so I don’t have to worry about not being platinum ever again and I can focus on more important things.”

Genie: “GRANTED!!”

Now she’s fully skilled and perma plat. What’s left for the rest of her life?

Genie: “ONE more wish, and then I must go!!”

Rose: “Can I wish to set you free?”

Genie: “That’s NOT IN MY PROGRAMMING!!”

Rose: “Wealth, then?”

Genie: “GRANTED!!”

Rose: “Thank you, Mr. Genie Sir!”

Genie: “My pleasure. See ya.”

Rose is still wishing for friends fairly regularly, by the way. Popularity Sims can never have enough friends.

Dumb sentrybot. Suddenly it’s breaking down all the time. I’ll spare you the pic spam of all the times it’s gone after Rose in the last few breakdowns. Let’s just say that it seems to have some kind of fixation on her.

You’ll be lucky if we turn you back on again, you hunk of junk.

Rose: “That’s not very nice, Author. I’m sure you don’t mean to hurt his feelings, but he’s done a really good job of keeping those cow mascots away from us.”

Yeah, yeah, but is it worth it?

Rose: “I think it is…”

YIPPEE!!

Rose: “Don’t you mean woo—”

No, I don’t! Hooray, Rose has graduated at last! Ready to get started on the next generation, Rose?

Rose: “To be honest, I’m a little nervous… but if Lewis is there with me, I think I can handle it. But before I go, there’s a couple of things I need to do!”

Such as?

Rose: “Hi, June!”

June: “Rose.”

Oh, yeah. June.

June: “I heard that tone.”

June: “So when’s your graduation party? I need to know so I can avoid it like the plague.”

Rose: “Tomorrow.”

June: “…seriously? You’re putting it off?”

Rose: “Is that okay? I didn’t want to spring it on anyone and just expect them to show up…”

So what was that other thing you were saying you needed to do?

Rose: “OH YEAH! I need to go clean the house! It isn’t fair to expect June to do it all!”

June: “She’s crazy. I like her.”

*boom*

*rattle*

June’s Voice: “EARTHQUAKE!!”

Rose: “What’s going on…?”

June: “RUUUUUUN!!”

Rose: “Looks like the power’s out. I’m going to go see what’s going on, okay June?”

June: “IT’S THE APOCALYPSE!!”

Rose: “AGH!”

Chantelle: “Hello, Rose. I heard you just graduated. Congratulations.”

Chantelle: “Hmm… there’s not much resemblance to Dez… maybe around the eyes.”

Rose: “Excuse me?”

Chantelle: “I need you to come with me, Rose. It’s very important.”

Rose: “Huh? Wha—”

Aaaaand that’s it for college! Hooray! Tune in next time to find out if we still have an heiress! Ta-ta!