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Fritter: 4.5
My interest in sims seems to be experiencing a bit of a renaissance. Hence, Fritters!
Miss Pretty: I have decapitated the feathered creature, disemboweled it, torn it to shreds! How does it return to continue to torment me?
It must be a vampire.
Tierney: You know, Nicole, sometimes you just make me think about skiing on out of here and never looking back.
Nicole: But we live in a desert. Are you saying... you want to take a trip to Aspen with me? OwO
Miss Pretty thinks about murder, it's Tuesday, etc.
Nicole: Why am I dancing with you?
Tierney: What is the meaning of life, lamp?
The lamp: *is mysterious and aloof*
What's up, Thursday?
Thursday: Not much. Incorporeal.
Nicole: Why am I still dancing with you?
That I could not tell you. What I can say, though, is that Almond is clearly a bad influence...
...viz.
Ordinarily Nicole's stalking antics don't faze me, but this particular time I didn't see her right away. When scrolled I over she startled the shit out of me.
Bilquis: ...mum? D:
Tierney: Huh? Oh. Yeah. Just ignore her. She'll go away eventually.
They shooed her once they actually got down to
She walked out into the living room, stood there, turned around and came right back in.
god
damn
it, Nicole
Thursday: Oh, hey mom. How's tricks?
Nicole: Pretty darn good, Thursday. Pretty darn good.
Then everyone went to bed, and Thursday realized she was super pissed off about being dead. She got every single person out of bed multiple times, so I said fuck you and banished her to the newly-built cemetery.
Almond: This is a killer wand!
I don't understand why people keep putting Miss Pretty close to their faces.
After spending the great majority of his life in red aspiration, Valor rolled a want to make a wish and I had him wish for peace of mind. Because clearly I'm not paying attention to him now and probably won't in the future.
Yeah. Until the next lamp, anyway. I don't even remember if this was the third or the fourth.
Valor: Hello Rozz, who is behind me!
Almond: Hey, Nicole! Wanna go play doctor? ;D
Tierney: This is astonishingly familiar.
Bilquis: ...and that's why I stopped watching True Blood.
Tierney: Who're you talking to, honey?
The original Fritter house was becoming unplayably buggy, so I had to build a new one. I couldn't remember for sure if it's safe to put tombstones into sims' inventories (I'm pretty sure it isn't), but sending them to a lot with 'Move Graves' is, so off Eudora and Eulalie went to the mausoleum in the cemetery downtown.
Much like only heirs can be in the family crypt on the Fritter lot, only Fritters can be in the mausoleum here.
Back in the family crypt, Eulalie and Eudora get stand-in deco urns.
First interaction upon moving the family back into the new house.
Rozz: *sees Miss Pretty as a best friend!*
Miss Pretty: *sees Rozz as lunch*
Aww, that's nice, wanting to dance with her grandkids.
...oh. I see.
The inaugural meal of the new house: pancakes.
There weren't enough pancakes for Nicole. That didn't stop her from sitting down at a table where Tierney is present.
Rozz is not the favorite.
Take a guess who is.
Almond abruptly rolled the want to max her Body skill even though she's nowhere near close to doing so. She wants to learn how to kick ass without a wand, I guess!
Tierney: You're not fooling anyone, you know.
Nicole: Ha ha ha, oh, whatever do you mean?
Then the twins grew up. Teen Rozz,
and teen Valor.
They're so breathtakingly productive.
Tierney: You've always been the cherry in my sundae.
Bilquis: That's sweet!
Nicole: Good morning Bilquis and not Tierney at all!
Not that they remotely need the money, but I liked them owning a banana stand. The little roadside business was lost when they moved out of the old house, though, so I made them a new one off-lot, so as not to suffer the same fate.
Almond: Excellent.
Valor: Remember that time someone we loved died and left us a shit ton of money? That was the best!
Dulcinea: Oof. Someone's gonna be out of the heir running for that.
Nicole: Morning, hot stuff!
Tierney: You know what, I think I'll finish my breakfast later.
Three generations of uncomf.
Nicole: Ahhh what are you doing! I totally fail to see the irony here!
Great! Fake money we don't need.
A tip, Rozz: don't let Valor join your band.
The teens all brought a 'friend' home from school and abandoned them outside the gate, in keeping with Fritter tradition. Emo McPastyface saw it as a golden opportunity to talk about his extensive haircare regime.
His audience having no interest in the maintenance of his magnificent mop, he was forced to resort to gossip:
Emo McPastyface: Oh my god and did you hear Beef Fritter's a vampire now? Holy shit!
Brunette von Bumpit: What's the problem? Just pound a stake through his heart.
Zion Straight: HOW HEARTLESS.
Valor: *gets his romance sim on*
Zion Straight: *is not as straight as his name would imply evidently*
Nicole: Huh, that could've gone better, but he's not the league champion for nothing— where're you going, Almond?
Almond: I'm sorry, I just can't be in the same room as you right now. You battled a Dragonite with Venusaur.
Then Almond, realizing that her youngest descendants were lazy trust fund kids who'd never worked a day in their lives, took them downtown to Banana Fritters. To learn the value of a hard days' work, and also to laugh at their misery.
Valor: Nana, this isn't fair, why do we have to work!
Dulcinea: There isn't even a bathroom here!
Rozz: This is such bullshiiiiit
Almond: Can't hear you, teleporting!
Almond: Now get to work, those bananas aren't gonna pick themselves.
This is the banana stand, by the way. It's cheery-looking, for such a source of teen angst.
Dulcinea: How long do we have to stay here?
Almond: Until you lazy younguns learn the value of a simoleon!
Rozz: Why do we need to do that? We have trust funds for a reason.
Despairing of teaching her descendants any values, Almond capitulated and took them home.
That uh. Looks painful, Almond.
Almond: What does?
All right then!
Dulcinea: So how was your day, mom?
Tierney: Well, first I—
Nicole: Everything you say is fascinating. OwO
The unthinkable has happened: I have run out of bust jokes. /o\
Nicole: The hell you say?
When did this house become such a locus of death?
;~;
Almond and I share feelings on this matter, albeit for markedly different reasons. ;~;
Well damn. I guess we know who Nicole supported for heir.
And off Nicole goes to the mausoleum downtown. I can't help but feel that's a rather smug goodbye wave to Almond.
Her urn, alongside Eudora's.
Wha— who? Who the fuck is that?
Upon closer inspection I've determined it to be one of the dancing zombies. But why is she all creepy and Maxisy D8
Dulcinea: So hey, I know this isn't the greatest time since we're all prostrate with grief and whatnot but IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, FUCK YEAH!
You're right, Dolly, it's not the best time. Why does your birthday keep coinciding with death?
You shouldn't be on top of the world, you heartless creature, your nan just died in front of you!
O-oh. I guess I forgive you. *___*
Dancing Dolly bids you farewell and promises next time won't end in death and birthdays. Actually it probably will. /o\
Either way, it will always end with bats.
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Other things:
- Dulcinea's final outfit is just so fucking gorgeous. Umph.
- "Brunette von Bumpit" XD
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Also, Dolly is just gorgeous and I love all the bat outfits I keep seeing! <3
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Thank you! <3
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