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Beetpoot: 2.3
Salutations. This time, we've made it here with all pictures intact!
Last time:
- half the update was lost
- Heck and Penelope grew from tiny to teen-y
- the house filled up with toxic leftovers
- Karolina acquired a Servo to deal with it
Mr. Handy: LÒO̢K͘ ̀M҉OT́H̕E̛R͞S, ̧I AM ͞PAR͝Ţ ̷O̡F ҉T̵H̵E̶ ̴F̢A̶M̷I͠L͡Y.͏ W͝HAT JOY!͘ WH҉A̡T̨ ͡M̷ER̴R̵IMEN҉T!
Hectorina: Hello? Is anyone there? I can't see for some reason.
Teacup: Mother, have you an ill? You are not looking correctly like your ownself.
Mr. Handy: NƠ,́ C̕A̡T̨ ̡S͝ISTER,̡ I̶T̸ IS̶ ̡I,̴ HANDY̵-CHAN. ͜A ͘R҉EA̸SONAB̛LE ҉ERRO̡R,̀ F͡OR͘ ͘I ͘DO RES͝EMBLĘ MOTH̕ER ̴SO.̛
Penelope: there should really be a window here
Philomena: Hey, Karebear, are you 69? Because you look nice.
Karolina: Nah, I think I'm like, thirty?
Jasmyn Shibata, no relation: Katherine and I are leaving, since it's so late and way past bedtime.
Katherine: Sure, that checks out!
Sterrs
Hectorina: Oh, damn. Did I just find my life's calling?
Hectorina: Fuck YEAH I did.
Philomena: hecky can i talk to you a seccy
Penelope: hey heck can i chat you a tick
Mr. Handy: SIS̡TÈR ҉H̸E͘C̷T͢ORI̴NA MI̢G̨H̸T ̶I̵ R̶EQUE̕ŞT ͝YOU͘Ŕ AT҉TENT̀IO͜N FOR A͠ TRI͝CE
A NEW HAND TOUCHES THE BEACON
Hectorina: Is all the food in this house cursed?
Penelope: You are smelly! Therefore it is only logical that I tickle you into the shower.
Penelope: What the fuck, how am I supposed to make these grilled cheese breakfast sandwiches with Heck's B.O. all over my hands?
You could... wash them?
Penelope: There's no TIME
That's true. The school bus has already been honking at you for a solid half an hour.
Penelope: Was Heck just here? I feel like she was, for some reason.
Teacup is a very polite cat.
Are you okay there, Phil?
Philomena: Of course, Overlord! Nothing moisturizes the eyes like food steam.
Philomena: Both of those Karolinas are very arousing.
Mr. Handy: G̴R̛EETIN̴G̵S, DARK L̢APIN!͜ LET ME ͡T̢E̸LL Y̛OÙ ͡A̧T̢ L̕E͡N͡G̕TH́ ̛OF̨ A͟LL̛ ̧MY ͝B͝EST Q͝UA̷LI͢T́IE̸S.
Karo and Philo: smorf slurp snarf
It's funny. Penelope actually has even less neat points than Heck, but she manages to stay clean and clear-skinned no problem,
while Heck wallows in acne and smells.
Hectorina: Look, I TRIED to take a shower, but all the tubs are full!
Wait, they are?
Son of a bitch! Don't worry, Heck, I got you.
There you go. A watering can shower of your very own, behind the house, where no one will see you.
Hectorina: oh my god
Penelope: Whoops.
Whoopsie!
Hectorina: Congratulations on making not one, but two best friends, bitch!
Penelope: Lol thanks, I mean, one of them is you...
Pair a' cuties
Hectorina: You mean, I'm still cute? Even with my acne? Even though I showered with rainwater from a watering can?
Of course, honey! But maybe put some cream on those. Looks painful.
Penelope: *finishes those grilled cheeses she started, three days later*
Penelope: *has blended seamlessly into the landscape*
Penelope spends a lot of time playing in the bathtub. She got the Loves to Swim trait and they don't have a pool, so I guess she's making the best of things.
This is the rest of their second bathroom, by the way. It reminds me a lot of my favorite bathroom from days of yore.
Hectorina: Seriously. Someone in this house must've pissed off a food witch. Cuz we are C-O-O-R-S-D cursed.
Mr. Handy: SÍST͢ER P͏ENȨL̵OPE,҉ JOIN ͝ME F̴OR Ą ̕ǴA̸ME O̷F̴ ̕SC̷A͢R̛LȨT ҉HAND͝S?
Penelope: I... I'd love to, but I'm not sure what constitutes your 'hands'.
Philomena: Doom, adoom, adoom doom doom, boombatudo nugashigashukedaso—
Karolina: *delighted gasping*
Penelope: Hey, Mom.
Karolina: Hey, Nell.
Karolina took one shower in the outside watering can shower of shame, and this is what she did to the yard.
Karolina: i'm amazing.
You literally just destroyed the back yard taking a shower. How can you possibly need a bath already?
Karolina: This is a SMART bath. Because I am flush with intelligence.
Explain.
Karolina: I bathed so intelligently, with such wisdom, that I am now clean forever and need never bathe again.
Don't be silly. Intelligence and Wisdom are completely different stats.
Karolina: fuckin nerd.
Mr. Handy: HELLO, C̸A͢T SIŚTER͟. ͟THI͏S̴ I͡S THE PERF̵E͝C͠T P͏LACE ̢FOR ̢A͡N ̨AF̕FĘC̛T͞I͟ONATE̢ ̀PET, ̛YE͜S͏?̴
Philo and Karo: smarfnnnnsmurlgurf
It's three p.m. and the lambs are deeply asnooze.
Mood.
Kirie: Hey, bitch, are we still friends?
Karolina: Were we ever friends?
So the other day I actually read the rules of the ISBI challenge, because I just jump into things assuming I know what I'm doing, and learned that I can apparently issue one order per non-controllable sim per age. Karolina was busy and we needed food and I didn't want to order it online, so I sent Mr. Handy to Uncle Friendly's to pick up some stuff.
All this to say, while she was there, I noticed a weird bluish glow on one side of the screen.
So I pulled back the camera, and oh. That explains that.
Almond: You know, I've never been with a robot. Maybe it's time.
It was not time. Mr. Handy went home, posthaste. Anyway, the fig tree finally grew some foliage again.
Marvin: niiiiiice
Karolina is about ten days away from elderhood, and I only just noticed her LTW is just to max all her skills, which is super attainable. I sent her to gorge herself on coffee and never sleep again so we can get that sweet, sweet permaplat, since I'll be losing control of her after the kids grow up.
Karolina: Oh, hell yes.
The coffee-gorging faces are a delight to me.
Marvin: can i have sooooooooome
Philomena: *jumps the gun*
Mr. Handy: I̸ ̛S͜HÒUL͏D ͢COOḰ S͜OME̴T͜HI̧NG̡
Marvin: ruuuuuude
Karolina: *cackles amongst her wife*
Wishful swimming.
Wishful swimming, con't.
Penelope: Whoops.
Eh, that'll buff out.
A dog: Hey guys, what's going on in this back yard
Penelope: EXCELLENCE
Teacup: Hemlo, reader :}
Wishful Swimming III: Son of Wishful Swimming
Uh, what're you doing now, Heck?
Hectorina: Practicing for field day tug-o'-war!
Marvin: wash your faaaaaaaace
With logic, that makes 2/ ... however many skills there are in Sims 2. (8? 10? I'm not looking it up.)
Philomena: My swimsuit will protect me from the grodiness of the tub.
Or you could just clean it.
Philomena: But I already put on my swimsuit.
Philomena: Delicious poptarts!
You're goddamn right. Those are strawberry milkshake poptarts, and you will not waste a single one.
Oh no, how?
Philomena: Look at these good lambs, doing all their homework!
Hectorina: kill me
Mr. Handy: ḨE̡LLO̷ ̴MOT́ḨE͡R
Mr. Handy: H̀ELLO̕ ̴M͏OTHE͝R̡
Mr. Handy: H́Ȩ̀͞L͝L҉O̡҉ ҉M̶O̕T̛H͝E͢͞R̀͘
Whomst?
Whomst: Came home from school with Heck.
Great. Go find something to do.
Aw, Handers, don't encourage the weirdo.
Mr. Handy: K̛NIGH͘T ̶T͝Ơ ͝D̴6
Mr. Handy: GREE̡TI̸NG͜S͏ ́ON͠C̶E A̴GAI̛N, S͜M̧AL̨LE͞ST̵ OF̕ MY SI͢S̵T҉E͝RS
Teacup: *purrs nervously*
Karolina: She'll never paint something better than me. :D
Hectorina: Later, baters, I'm out.
Philomena: *sprints for some reason*
Penelope: bye spot where heck once stood
Mr. Handy:
Philomena: Go board, what effect has our insistence on using you to play chess had on your self-esteem?
Karolina: What are you doing, Phil?
Philomena: Pretending to care about the go board's feelings.
Social Bunny: Y'all need to get some roomier pipes, fuck.
Well, that sure is some Junji Ito shit!
Mr. Handy: D̛O ҉Y͜ǪU N͝OT ̛SE͘E I͟T, SI͘S͞T҉E͜R ͜P̛ENELOPE̶?̕ ̷T̸HE DARK̸ LA͟PIN̶ ͘I̸S R͠ĮGHT TH͢E̕RE, ĢIG̷G̶LIŃG̡ SI͘NI̴S͢TE̶RL͠Y INT̡O͜ I̧T͡S̶ ̶CR̶AV͏E͝N P̛ĄWS.
Penelope: handy-chan are you feeling all right
Philomena: Nothing like an entire soup tureen of Flax Shapes™ for a delicious, filling elevenses!
Followed by a rousing nap. Another Mood.
Penelope: FUCK YEAH, SPORTS!!
Her mother's daughter.
Karolina: These poptarts ain't bad, but I'd torch a hammock of babies for a grilled cheese sandwich. Just sayin'.
Philomena: karebear these are STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE poptarts show some respect
Philomena: I should adopt.
Penelope: Yes, hello, college? I'm really swole from throwing axes all day, every day. Give me some money.
College: All right, take a little.
Penelope: Why're you in your witch garb?
Karolina: Why're you in your panties?
Penelope: Touche.
I'm very attached to both of the lambs, so I'm sending them both to college to try to pick a favorite. There weren't any specific rules for this that I could find, but it did say that you can control both the heir and their significant other in college, so I decided it would be fair to play two heir candidates instead. Boy, I bet this is super interesting stuff to read!
Marvin: byyyyyyye
Hectorina: Hey, bitch.
Penelope: Hey, bitch. ...Have you been standing here this whole time?
Hectorina: What of it?
Hectorina.
Penelope.
Cooksy von Foodburn.
Cooksy von Foodburn: Oh for fuck's sake, nobody had a second to mop this up in the, like, thirty years since the Gashlycrumbs were here?
Nope!
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A NEW UPDATE OF THE BEETPOOTS owo
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Be still the flutter of my heart as the lambs mature and grow ever still... aso Mr Handy needs to know fear that is the ancient curse upon the realm known as Almond.
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