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Fritter: 9.3
This update is a bit all over the place because people kept going to various community lots, but bear with me. We're so breathtakingly close to the end!
The banana tree: *cups Kriemhild's face delicately in its large yellow-fingered hand*
Zola: *lingers, lovingly*
So uh, then I told Kriemhild to say goodbye to these teens who were hanging around and THIS IS HOW SHE CHOSE TO DO IT, despite not having ever met Blondie there. And so I decided it was imperative to get her downtown and find her a mate. D8
Axethrow McDemoneyes: Dude. Really?
Kriemhild: Really.
Kriemhild: Would it make you feel better if I were to mention... grilled cheese?
Axethrow McCheeselover: DUDE OMFG YES GRILLED CHEESE.
Oliver: Hey guys what's going on in this hot tub
Kriemhild: Hot tubs are a great place to meet new people!
Especially if you don't wear a bathing suit, Kriem.
Oliver: OH MY OUTRAGED INNOCENCE! NUDITY!
Yeah, yeah, Romance sim.
Then Kriemhild decided to swim through solid concrete and I decided it was time to send her somewhere else. D:
'Somewhere else' ended up being the Coffin Bean, a half-finished little coffee shop near the museum. Kriemhild made a beeline for the cute redhead she was gossiping with last time, only to be met with "MY FRIEND WOULD LOVE YOU!"
But Kriem was not so easily swayed, and eventually managed to coax Ginger von Reddress into a romantic waltz on the front porch.
Mitch Gothier: ALIENS
But inside, Kriemhild got caught up saying hello to FUCKING EVERYONE and Ginger von Reddress wandered off.
Mitch Gothier: LIPS
Kriemhild: Hey, little help? This pillow seems to be devouring my elbow.
Guy in the Murder Shirt: Nah, you're fine.
Kriemhild eventually managed to escape the hungry pillow long enough to score her first kiss off Ginger von Reddress. Thank Dumpling that goodbye kiss to the jailbait didn't count.
Guy in the Murder Shirt: *lurks nearby*
Crystal: No, thank you, we're very satisfied with our cable service.
Zola: *still lingering, lovingly*
Exhibit A: a stinky Crystal.
Exhibit B: an adjacent, 100% available tub.
And never the twain shall meet.
Crystal: What're you talking about? I found the tub.
Yes, but only because you broke the sink.
Anyway, here's Kriemhild's new bedroom. I decided she's heir one way or the other; since this is the last generation that will be moving in spouses and shit, I figured I can go all out and even triple heir if I want to. We'll see.
I like her room very much.
Almond: Do you take requests?
Willow: Sure!
Almond: How about—
Is this a SONG request, Almond? 8|
Almond: Y— n— damn it.
You leave her alone, she's still underage.
Almond: Does that mean once she's an adult, I can—
NO. GOD, NO.
I have no idea how many lamps they've gotten. I'm not sure I've even documented them all. In any case, they got another one.
Kriemhild, you've already made a wish.
Kriemhild: Your point?
This time it was for money, not that they need it.
Kriemhild: Man, it doesn't get better than this. I'm rich and I'm hot.
You lucky turd.
Genie Midlock: Sup.
Jasmine: I wish for Beauty.
Genie: You sure? Most people end up regretting that wish, after a multitude of strangers comes into their house at all hours of the day and night.
Jasmine: It's cool. Our front gate locks.
Cute people did start wandering by shortly after, courtesy of Jasmine's wish.
Jasmine, you're the best Romance sim.
Meanwhile, Willow maxes Music and Dance, an accomplishment more or less required of every Fritter.
We ran out of food, so I sent Crystal over to Uncle Friendly's Emporium for some groceries. She didn't stop to put on clothes first.
Crystal: Mom! How's it going?
Melba Sparkle: Crystal! That corset is adorable.
While Crystal says hello to her nephew, Banette Fiebelkorn, Karolina wonders if this chick really showed up in her underwear in the dead of winter.
Crystal: Okay, I'd better get going so I can start dinner (grilled cheese sandwiches, of course). It was great to see you, Mom!
Melba: You too, sweetheart!
Karolina: I would like to be a part of this hug.
Crystal arrives home just in time to see Jasmine remember that Romance sims are supposed to be about the smooching, not the noogies.
Tetryl-haired Townie: *idles by the fence, hoping to be next*
'Gentle' and 'nice' are not in Jasmine's vocabulary. Ginger alien townie doesn't seem to mind.
Zola: Nana Almond, please give me the controller, I'm going to be late for Black Ops with Barry and Dougie.
Almond: Well, you're going to have to wait til I catch Palkia, Zola. I can't pause it.
Kriemhild: Yes, subjects, this offering pleases me. Bow before your lord Queen.
Willow: Hang on, I'll bow in a second. Something weird's happening to my bones and flesh.
Just adulthood!
Yeah. Yeah, double heirs at least. OwO
Willow: CAH-HAH-HAAAAAALLEEEEEEEEEGE
Mr. Shrieky: *harmonizes*
Over at the bowling alley, Willow manages to heartfart over the only married person present!
She didn't see anyone else there she liked, so I sent her over to the laundromat Pooklet built instead. Because why not?
Bright Dress: Sorry, I can't really see myself being BFFs with you.
Willow: What about girlfriends, though? That's what I'm interested in.
Willow takes a break from trying to hook up in the hidden back room, playing poker with her grandparent Fitz and the Unsavory Charlatan.
Her pants match that chair.
Unsavory Charlatan: So, you come here often?
Willow: Well, now I'm never coming here again.
She hit on this cute blonde townie for awhile, but it wasn't really going anywhere, so at length she went home, single and discouraged.
In the front yard, Jasmine was still romancing the ginger alien girl she brought home from school hours ago!
Like mother, like daughter.
Almond: I'd like some youth, please.
I'm not sure which of them Jasmine is thinking about kissing. I think Genie Midlock would be slightly less horrifying of an answer.
Genie Midlock: Okay, that's three. I'm out.
Almond: You'll be back.
Jasmine: *talks about bondage*
Everyone but Almond: *is astonished*
Almond: Text me, kiddo. There's so much I can teach you.
Crystal wants to be a werewolf, eh?
Don't mind if I do
Zola: Awoooohoo!
Crystal: I have hair in places I didn't think hair could grow!
Willow: Oh... hey, Mom, I was going to use the synthesizer...
Crystal: In a minute, my brave girl.
Willow's the only one who didn't have 'become a werewolf' in their fears.
Kriemhild: Since it's not happening to me, this is mildly exciting!
Nope, I've got something else in mind for you.
Willow: I should've rolled a fear of this!
Crystal: Too late now.
The something else I had in mind for Kriemhild: this.
Awww look at her little bat wings sticking out of her hat! 8D
Jasmine sneaks out with cute ginger alien, who apparently owns a limousine.
Miss Pretty: This update has been entirely barren of me until just now. I blame the Ancient One.
Crystal: Hee hee, hey, now if you tell someone, 'I put on my robe and wizard hat', you can literally do it!
Kriemhild: Heh, yeah!
Willow: Hi guys! Bye guys!
Zola: I really enjoy hanging out with you, Gangy Almond.
Almond: Yeah, me too. I liked it more when you were wearing that short little dress, though.
Miss Pretty: *is present*
Willow: I'm tired of being alone. Find me a girlfriend! I'll pay anything.
Matchmaker: I love coming to this house.
My game seems to spawn a lot of black ladies with blonde hair. I'm not sure why it keeps coming up with that specific combination. I dig it, though. Anyway, this is Starla.
Willow and Starla: *hit it off*
Tiny Dog: *cheers Willow on*
Willow: I liked your dress. I like it better on my floor, though.
Starla: Thanks, but I wasn't wearing a d—
Willow: Shhh. Let me have this.
That face is really out of place on you, Miss Zero Nice Points.
Kriemhild: I'm just so pleased Willow's finally getting laid!
In your bed, no less.
Kriemhild: Well, yeah, you didn't give her a double bed yet. It's okay. I'll just wash those sheets with acid before I use them again.
Zola: Hey, look at me! I'm old and crotchety.
You mean bald and pretty.
Zola: What'd I say?
Jasmine: Hmm, this Sailor Moon manga is definitely not a poster of two white kittens with three eyes each.
Jasmine: Neither is Starla. OwO
Jasmine: This series of eight posters is a series of eight posters, though.
Creepy staring conga line!
Uh. Excuse me, sir, why are you in this house?
Spoiler: we never find out.
Crystal and her stank got old. She's still cute.
Willow: So, now you know my terrible secret. Are... are you still attracted to me?
Starla: Sure.
Jasmine: *gazes*
Since I'm doing double heirs, I need the space more than ever, so Crystal and Zola moved out to a little house in town. I decorated half of it and forgot about the rest, which doesn't bode well for their fate. Oh well.
Willow and Starla continue to get close, under the watchful mechanical eye of sentrybot.
Jasmine: *inserts herself between Willow and Starla for two hours*
Well, I. It. Wow. Okay.
Anyway, say hello to generation 9 legacy spouse number one. 8D
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Wow you're getting so close to the end!
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I'm going to raise generation 10 to adulthood and then that will be the end, I think!
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(Anonymous) 2013-04-16 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)No Knut in this update D8
I was kinda hoping for a little drama and a love triangle between Willow, Starla and Jasmine. Because I'm sadistic like that.
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Oh boy. Well, then you're gonna love the update after next. XD