Previously, on "As the 'Lock Turns" -- er, the Maldicion Legacy, Epsilon aged up to child, the nanny won the Heavyweight
Incontinental Championship, and Xavier finally popped the question with LaShawn.
Really? You couldn't find anyplace else to read that book?
Maybe it's not a good idea to stand outside in the snow while barefoot.
The first and last time you'll see Epsilon's childhood winter gear.
And this is why. Seriously the age gap between him and any siblings will be enoromous!
Really? That's what you decided to wear? You had
some style before. If I wanted an ambrosial orange tree, I would have bought one.
Wardrobe aside, he aged up well. And he's a Pleasure sim.
I decided that his Aspiration translated into "raver on an after-school special". What? I didn't say
I had a sense of style.
And it has a UFO.
Epsilon: Hey Count, whassup?
Count Something-or-other: Who are you again?
Epsilon: Oh, you don't know me. Call you later though. Bye!
I... uh... uhm... PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, WOMAN!
Xavier is off at work, and was clearly hard at work before then.
On the internets, no one cares about his green skin and freakishly flat face. <333 I'm trying not to play favorites, but it's so difficult.
He's just so adorable.
Epsilon: Hyah!
Proof that Xavier does more warlock-y things than passively radiating a green aura.
Epsilon meets the local Countess, and I come to a startling realization -- Epsilon has the lazy!slouch! D:
Found this incredibly perky and very mulleted DJ at Club Crypto.
Epsilon eats all by his lonesome. Seriously where the hell were all the teens?
Count Whats-his-face Smustles across the street from the club. That super-hearing comes in handy, apparently.
Pop #N. Plus dust!
LaShawn looks pretty pleased with herself. She must be imagining her spawn's future wedding. Damn Family sims.
Xavier also has plans for the wedding, but knowing him, it probably involves swarms of bees, fire, and spectral assistants picking fights.
Competing with
Sever for best disaffected lounge.
Renovations. They can haz nursery!
Friend from school. I was hopeful, considering her hair and eyes, but as far as chemistry goes these two might as well be inert.
Epsilon: OKAY YOU CAN GO HOME NOW...
Not that he was really going to sleep. Oh no, he had other plans.
That wasn't part of the plan either.
What's the matter? Excruciating pain, you say? Yeah, Xavier doesn't want to hear it.
Okay, say hello to--
Oh dear.
Let's try this again: Say hello to Jedah and Teagan. Yep, twins, and don't ask which is which. It'll get easier to tell them apart later.
LaShawn, are you sure that's a good idea?
Oh
fine. Have it your way.
Stay tuned for moar 'lockey goodness, some actual competition for heir, and a visit from a well-known townie.
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