When we
last left off, Orion and Cheryl were still just barely dodging Social Worker visits, and twins Teagan and Jedah turned into teens. Teagan outed herself, and in the process won a real shot at heirdom.
To celebrate their newfound... freedom, I guess,
Teagan &
Jedah headed downtown.
Vroom Vroom.
It would appear that the very short ride was too much for Jedah.
This screencap is here mainly because I find Andrea Leelaporn funny for oh so many reasons.
Uh, Teagan, you're going to scare away your prospects.
Teagan: EYM SO PRETTEH!!!
Teagan decided that Cold Issue Clothing was a lame place to pick up chicks anyway, and headed to Crypto Night Club.
Jedah takes a turn at the turntables, and the return of
MULLET DJ!
Teagan: Seriously? I was having better luck at the store.
Who is this?
Could it be Mrs. Right(now)?
Huh. Looks like they know each other. Jedah facepalms, wondering why Teagan didn't just call and invite her over.
Teagan tries to work her magic while Jedah desperately wishes for a bed. ...To
sleep in.
Neither one gets what they want.
Teagan: Well, even though you won't sleep with me, I'm glad we're such good friends!
Hippie-Girl: Good, because you're freaking ugly, betch.
(Turns out she likes blonds who can cook. Desperately seeking June Cleaver, that one is.)
So, having thoroughly struck out, they headed home. As you can see, the evil High Witch's overlay change hasn't fully taken place. (It takes a couple of cameos. She's all set now.)
... WHAT THE
HELL XAVIER?! I don't have the nudist hack, why are you running around nekkid? Are you trying to one-up
your wife?
Run for your lives! It's the attack of the 50 ft teen! (Or, I could just be playing with angles on camera mode.)
Popularity Sim: Doin' it right. (And more playing with camera mode.)
Note: I did
not assign these outfits to them, and yet, they're so appropriate, IMO. Nicely done, Maxis. Nicely done.
It's not nice to talk about your brother behind his back, Jedah. Oh... You're just talking about aliens in general? Carry on then.
Well look who grew up well after all that screaming.
First order of business: Attempt to summon the social worker by overheating.
Since Cheryl was within the 24hr mark, I aged her up as well. No cake, because I'm a stingy bastard.
Little known fact: Cheryl is part bulldog. It's the family shame.
She
got up from the toilet to do this. >_< FAIL LaShawn! FAIL!
Yeah, you better cry. Don't waste too much time moping, though. You have some
mopping to do.
I think we all saw this coming, yes? (Actually I
rarely use the matchmaker. But novelty is novelty.)
Work that stereotypical Gypsy magic!
Mind the drop, dear.
Could it be any more bubblegum?
The date was boring, and short. Notable only for the fact that, within seconds the sun came up, and the school bus arrived shortly after.
The lull was very short-lived, however.
Don't all rush to help her at once.
To give you an idea of the timeframe: The bus and the gypsy are both still here. Say hello to Annabelle, so named because I can't really see myself wanting to use that name down the line. <_< It's true, I've officially adopted a policy of picking blah names for the rest of this generation.
Well, that's it for now. Stay tuned for more.
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