The Gregory Legacy, Chapter 49
Uh...I'm back. For now. No promises while I'm in school, unfortunately, but thanks to *gestures widely* all of this going on now, I have some time! So Gregorys it is. This is our first chapter with Simon on the cover. Hurray for the gen. 8 heir! Just think: the birth of his grandchild will end the legacy! So that should only take me five years or so. >:(
Anyway, let's see. Where did we leave off? Simon is the oldest of five, children of three different fathers but the same mother, our gen. 7 heiress Eleanor. Middle child Rowan and the triplets (Alison, Logan, and Jason) are all dead weight as far as continuing the legacy goes, so we gotta grow 'em up and ship 'em out. Meanwhile, Simon will need to grow into our handsome and meticulously-groomed prince, Eleanor will continue working in archaeology, her parents Celeste and Rafael will do...stuff, and her grandfather (Simon's great-grandfather), the inimitable former bodybuilder and current master chef, Andres, will just keep the awesome coming. Not to mention our sweet ball of fluff, Nova the Simstagram star and Eleanor's best friend and housemate, Kenzie. So that makes ten sims and one dog in the house currently. Whew! Guess I better chip away at it. Dive on in...
Eleanor: "Grandpa, this is incredible! I've almost actually completed my job. Simon will be an adult in all too few years, and then I can sit back on my laurels as a successful parent."
Andres: "Ah, I recollect entertaining similar thoughts when your mother was bestowed the title of heiress. How wonderful to recline and view her good decisions. Of course, that was prior to her encountering your father."
Eleanor: "Well, yes, needless to say. Point taken."
Simon: "Hahaha, what the actual heck. That's not very nice."
Rafael: "Well, they're not wrong."
Kenzie's working on Nerd Brain and needed to upgrade things but everything in the house is upgraded and I didn't fancy replacing our expensive and fully-upgraded appliances and plumbing, so I got her three cheap sinks and let her go to town. Then I deleted them. Seems practical to me.
I couldn't remember a few chapters ago whether I included Kenzie in the heiress portrait, but it appears I finally decided not to do so. Eleanor has definitely gotten Kenzie's help in a lot of areas, but she is still a friend and not part of the family lineage. Sorry, Kenzie.
Kenzie: "No prob as long as I get to keep playing with your stuff."
Gregory Greatness Day, one of our family holidays, rolled around and everyone was working on one of the traditions that had to do with creativity. Except Raf. What's that he's got there? We'll get back to that in a minute.
Rafael has stubbornly refused to lose any weight since I made that resolution for him at New Year's, and the time is ticking down to complete it. It's still too cold to swim and he absolutely refuses to work out for more than 30 seconds before claiming exhaustion for the rest of the day. A drastic solution was necessary.
And so I got him the slimming potion. I remember way back in generation two giving Marjorie one of these before I knew exactly how strong they were. I know it's quite dramatic, but I'm just really tired of babysitting Raf in the gym and seeing zero results. Drink up, Raf.
Rafael: "It didn't even work!"
Huh, that's strange. Or maybe it's just the angle since elders are so hippy...
Aw crap, it turned Raf into Slenderman. Well, at least he finished his resolution. Go put some pants on those legs, Raf. They might snap in a strong breeze without reinforcement.
Simon: "My eyes have seen things that cannot be unseen. Things like the exact shape of my grandfather's tibia."
Your eyes are looking really spooky right now, so who are you to talk? Roll them back in your head and go to school.
Hmm. Four sims in one spot. That might be a new record for my game. Unmerge, please.
And upstairs Nova is clipping into the sofa. She actually got stuck here in the triangle between the sofa, the table, and the bars of the room divider. I had to move the furniture to free her. The biggest of eyerolls. When sims and pets can move through the most substantial of objects with merely a stutter in their step, I find it hard to believe she couldn't actually just slip back out however she got in, but whatever.
The triplets have been a whole heck of a lot of work. It takes two or three sims to stay on top of their needs.
Luckily the time for babies in generation eight is at an end! Let's take a look at our toddler friends.
Alison is clingy and very reminiscent of her mother. She's also the only one who got Eleanor's eyes.
Logan is a silly little nougat with Owen's coloring.
And Jason is a bit of a mix of his their two parents. He's our angelic toddler. Altogether I would have preferred fewer kids in this gen, but I am very happy with the ones we got. I think these three are going to grow up really cute.
Natalie: "I think your dog is exploding like a cartoon robot."
Nah, just rolling in trash. Another day, ho-hum.
That made Nova filthy but she has to wait until Eleanor is done dealing with the triplet toddlers.
Perhaps because of this spot of neglect, Nova comes down with an illness.
With that, she's bumped back up in the priorities and gets a prompt visit to the vet.
Eleanor: "Feeling better, baby? You know you're my first baby. My furriest baby. And my - whew - definitely the stinkiest. You need a bath, sweetie."
Cleaned up and cured, Nova is coaxed to eat (since she is incapable of taking care of her own basic needs), and simJ is kind enough to oversee the operation.
Then it's straight back to triplet toddlers. We only have two potties so it takes a while to get everyone their turn.
No rest for the weary, though, because Rowan's birthday has come up. Nice to see Simon is being so supportive of his brother. Even simRoxy is side-eyeing him, haha.
Well, Rowan is undoubtedly adorable but I'm so disappointed he doesn't look more like Orlando! That was a handsome sim, but Rowan is pretty much boy Eleanor with black eyes. He was fun to dress because I kept him in animal prints and A LOT of color!
I also finally got around to decorating a room for Simon when I was doing Rowan's. Simon's is on the left and is somewhat refined for a young boy, but very colorful and playful still. I think it has an upbeat, springy feel to it that reflects Simon's personality. As for Rowan's? It's a goshdarn mess and I love it. I had already used the giraffe carpet in green for Simon, but I had to use the original for Rowan. His room is an eyesore but all the animal stickers and color really speaks to this larger than life yet still little guy.
Aww, you guys don't look very pleased to be woohooing. Maybe a raincheck?
Faye: "Nah, don't worry about us. Fireworks will be going off, don't you worry. We're just so damn disappointed in our son-in-law. That idiot."
Uh oh. What has he done now?
Oh, he's just getting abducted. Yeah, that's annoying, but I'm, like, 98% sure it's not interrupting him doing anything useful anyway. The cap is still raised on the household, but he's an elder so we don't have to worry, right?
Right?!!
Rafael, you're the worst.
Raf: "A little harsh for a tummy ache. Don't worry about it."
Love Day rolled round. Rowan, who is shaping up to be quite the sweetheart and mommy's boy, gives his mom a tulip to complete his tradition.
Later, Eleanor completes a very successful date with Owen and manages not to get knocked up, so small favors.
Even Celeste and Rafael get in on the spirit of the day. My, this house is a-rockin. DO NOT come a-knockin.
But the house can't confine all the love. Andres invites Faye for a rendezvous back on his home planet for the night. Out of this world.
While Faye's ghost is knocking her spacesuit boots, Kori is destroying our dollhouse. With my ultimate collection of worst-trait ghosts, that dollhouse never stands a chance. Jason doesn't seem to notice at first, but then he gets really sad.
Quality time with mom helps turn that frown around!
Owen is proving to be the most involved of the fathers (not that that's hard by any stretch since any amount of attention is greater than zero), and since he has a house key, he loves to interrupt the toddlers to play with them and talk to them. I'm not even mad.
Logan missed out on the play sesh but he seems to be having fun in his dino jammies, so I guess it's all good.
Rafael...
Raf: "Yeah, that potion sure wore off fast. What can I say? I like carbs."
Rafael!
Raf: "Oh, don't you worry. Fizzy cocktails always make me a bit bloated. That's all."
Are you sure you should even be drinking?
Raf: "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
RAFAEL! Godammit, you're pregnant.
Rafael: "Hee hee. I know. Isn't that fun? I was due to die in three days before my aging paused too. Guess who's getting a bonus baby that I won't even raise? :DDDD"
I hate you so much.
Simon: "Mom, I have something I need to ask you."
Eleanor: "I know that birds and the bees and the probes talk was a lot, but I had to explain your grandpa somehow. I did my best, hon. So what's on your mind?"
Simon: "What kind of watcher would allow that man to continue breeding?"
Eleanor: "One who wasn't paying enough attention."
Hey!
Aww, that's so sad. Nova was really old, but I hate losing pets in this game. She was such a beloved member of the family.
Eleanor is there to see off her best friend, of course, but the club really put in a good showing too. Nova will definitely be missed and if I didn't have eleventy-billion sims and one on the way, I'd want a new pet, but she's a hard act to follow so maybe it's for the best.
She got her final resting place in the family mausoleum. I hope we see her soon!
On a happier note, I lost track of our older boys and found them doing trick slides together.
Celeste: "Hey! What are you guys doing over there?"
Simon and Rowan: "Nothing!"
Celeste: "You're darn right your skills are nothing. Now watch a master at work."
Our trio are having a lunch break in between skilling. There's so many sims in this house it's hard to keep up with everyone in any kind of interesting way. Sorry. :(
I felt like letting Eleanor use some of the totem pieces she'd found. She assembled two random pieces and gave it a whirl on the nearest ghost.
And thus Jaron received a curse, the name of which I've forgotten.
He then passed it to his daughter, Marjorie, through a hug. . .
(They should have been social distancing, obviously.)
And then Marjorie managed to give it to Eleanor. Wow. Karma isn't usually that direct.
Simon: "Hey, ancestors. Have you seen my mom?"
Jaron: "Eh, she ran off muttering something about death curses and cleansing. I'm sure she'll turn up."
Simon: "Oh boy. I really don't think I'm equipped to run this circus someday."
Marjorie: "Don't worry. None of the rest of us were even marginally qualified either. Don't be so uptight."
Of course, there is such a thing as being too carefree. Makeup and pajamas, icky-looking rash, unnecessary water glass? Check, check, check. Come on, Simon. I expect better from you.
Simon: "Right. I'll just go put my neuroses back into place then, shall I?"
Thank you, that would be lovely.
Simon: "All right, I'm cleaned up and proper again. I think I'm feeling a bit more . . . Grandpa?! What's going on?"
Andres: "The Day of the Local Community Brawl occurs presently and I wished to observe it. And this gentleman here was kind enough to oblige my preoccupation with this tradition."
Bargain-bin Santa: "Oh, my head..."
Across town, Kenzie and Eleanor were taking a girl's afternoon at the gym, which is the ideal place to lay the smack down on Eliza Pancakes. Why else would she go out to the gym on this day?
Eleanor: "Whew, I think I might have set the weights too high, but that's...oh shit, is that Kaiden? I haven't seen him since my YA birthday. Oy, Kaiden, you jackass! I hope you're proud of yourself never even texting your son."
Kaiden: "Oh, Eleanor, I'm so sorry. I did you wrong. I was but a boy who wasn't ready for the opportunity of fatherhood but I'm ready to reform!"
Eleanor: "Wow...I...really?"
Kaiden: "No, you dumb flirt. How's the kid? Enjoying single motherhood? I heard you made something of a pattern of it. How stupid are you?"
A few minutes later . . .
Eleanor: "Kaiden, you may have been a boy then but you're just as stupid and weak now. You've long since lost the power to hurt me, and you actually gave me one of my greatest joys. Not that you'll ever meet him. You really ought to know better than to bait a rabid Gregory during Neighborhood Brawl of all days too. How's that concussion treating you? I heard you've made something of a pattern of brain damage since our teen years. How stupid are you?"
Kaiden: "...I deserved that."
Kenzie, that better not be Eliza's corpse down here in the bathroom.
Kenzie: "I wouldn't worry about it. The janitor won't be by until long after we've left."
That is not helping me to not worry.
When Kenzie caught wind of Kaiden being in the gym, she ran over to defend her best friend's honor. Kaiden was not ready for the verbal barrage that Kenzie unleashed upon him. If Eleanor's shaming was the hor d'oeuvres of his punishment, this was surely the main course.
Which would make him having his ass handed to him in front of Eleanor, Eleanor's current beau, and a handful of townies the icing on the cake, of course.
Afterwards, Eleanor found common ground with this lady over their alien heritage. How strange! A part-alien townie? No, actually this is Chloe Hayden, a spare from generation five of my friend Haleigh's wonderful and *completed* The Hayden Legacy (if I am the world's slowest sim writer, Haleigh is my polar opposite and has completed a bunch of challenges in Sims 2 and 4, which I admire). I think Chloe is one of the most beautiful sims ever, and I have a future in mind for her. Haleigh was kind enough to upload her for me, so I'm sure we'll see her again someday. ;)
For the time being though, Eleanor left Chloe with a friendly smackdown to remember her by. I'm sure she won't soon forget her first brush with the Gregory clan.
A successful Neighborhood Brawl was had by all in attendance!
Back home, we return to another of our boys being caught red-handed with the makeup. Honestly, I'm surprised Rowan has stayed out of it this long.
Now I know why their eyebrows keep changing color. Rowan, you put that golden brow powder back in the compact this minute and go wash that out.
Rowan: "Aww, you're no fun."
That's right. Don't you forget it.
Andres: "I am pleased by the results of your pugilistic encounter with that scoundrel Kaiden. My dear Eleanor, you have always deserved better than the way you have been regarded by these young men. I believe Owen shows you appropriate deference and kindness, however. I approve of him."
Eleanor: "Thanks, Grandpa! That means a lot. I feel a lot better now that I've finally got the last word in with Kaiden. I'm so glad Simon is nothing like him."
Andres: "Indeed, the boy is already more sensible and a much better dresser."
I think this is Celeste finishing a masterpiece to wrap up the painting aspiration. I forget what I put her in next. She's so successful she's outpaced my ability to think of things for her to do. Thanks to her being a former bodybuilder like her dad, she's got a lot more years for me to find things for her to achieve, so I guess I better shape up.
Speaking of accomplishment, Kenzie finished Nerd Brain. I have no recollection of what I put her in next either. Oops.
Okay, Rafael, we've established that you know you're pregnant, so why am I finding you drinking again?
Rafael: "I just don't care. Like a kid of mine without Celeste's tempering genetic influence could have brain cells anyway."
He's got a point.
Raf: "Ooh, I don't feel so good. Okay, Celeste baby, I'm ready for you to walk me through this."
Rafael: "Hey, where's my wife?"
Andres: "Caring for your grandchildren, but I understand why you would not know of this obligation. I was marginally familiar with the pollination process before I departed Sixam to live here on this world. Although I was not directly enmeshed in that division, I have read of the extraordinary birthing process, so I am most equipped in this household to escort you through this magnificent milestone."
Rafael: "Uh, okay. But why the umbrella?"
Andres: "I did say the process is quite extraordinary. There are many juices."
Rafael: "I don't like the sound of this."
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