Chapter 4.3 Got to get you into my life

It’s been a long while. And for that, I am sorry. The Beatles were unsatisfying (*gasp*) to me for some reason and I wasn’t sure why. But I revisited them for old times sake, and thanks to some snazzy new legacies I’ve been hooked on lately (I’m looking at you Chimerees, Creepers, and Draculas) I discovered the problem.

This chapter is specifically dedicated to WantsARevolution on BoolProp who said some kind words that made me smile. Thanks!

Soundtrack is here! You know the drill to get it going right? No? Go back and look at an old chapter. There are directions there.

And now, on with the show!!

Well hello again, George. You’re looking quite spiffy now that your hair and content is all back again.

George: Why thank you, luv.

Are you excited for some more Beatles goodness fiiiiiiiiiiinally?

George:…..

What’s wrong, George?

George: You left us for over FOUR MONTHS!

Well, you know you have to wait for the right time….

Now the darkness only stays at nighttime/
in the morning it will fade away/ 
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time/ 
It's not always going to be this grey 

George:I wasn’t sure the Beatles were EVER going to get back together!!!

Well, technically you guys broke….

George: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

George: I don’t want to ‘ear it! *pouty face*

How about brief recap then?

Goerge: OH alright.

When last we left the Beatles…….. not a lot was happening really. Sadie had the twins Daniel and Julia. There were lots of glitches…. yea. Let’s just move along then, shall we?

Sadie has been diligently working at training the toddlers.

Sadie: Can you say palette, Daniel?

Daniel: Palettedaniel?

Close enough.

Octavio has been diligently working on his first novel, “Quaff you Coif”. It sounds dirtier than it is, really.

‘Tavi: It ees about zee hairs!

So then why are you wearing that beanie from work so often these days?

‘Tavi: Zee embarassment from zee last chapter wis zee gleetches.

Oh ‘Tavi, we love you just the same, hair plugs or not.

‘Tavi: IT WAS ZEE GLEETCHES! I HAS NOT PLUGGED HAIR!

Sadie: Teaching toddlers is SO boring!

I hear you, Sadie.

And I probably heard her a little too well, because it was then that I did a bad thing. Now, don’t get all huffy on me. This was a while back when I had decided that this legacy was verging on dead and I just wanted to move things along. So I….. so I…..

I caked the twins. Like 5 days early. I KNOW!!!!!!!!! I’m sorry!!!!!!!!! I did this like 3 months ago! I can’t take it back now!

I tried making Daniel a little more quirky. Didn’t do much.

Daniel: I resent that!!! Now where’s my pocket protector….?

Julia: I’m booooooooored.

So was I. The Beatles, must I say it, had gotten boring. They needed something new, something fresh!

Apparently, all those months ago I decided that thing was a teenager. So I caked Maxwell early too.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, another Jude/Sheldon clone. *yawn*

I tried giving him a makeover. Still yawn.

I got him a girlfriend in Linda Lobos. Nada. Zip. Zilch.

WHAT DOES THIS LEGACY NEED TO SPICE THINGS UP??!??!

It was then that I got flustered and completely ignored all simming for several months.

Max: I really don’t think I’m all THAT bad!

It’s not you it’s…. well, no it’s you. You and your whole family.

Daniel: What’s your problem, Max?? MOVE! I can’t seem to get out the door when you’re not standing in front of it.! Wait… that didn’t make sense…

Max: My problem is YOUR FACE!!!! Hahahaha. Burn.

Wait a minute! Max! You’re a genius!!!

Max: No I’m not… I’m a good, athletic virtuoso with a good sense of humor.

I realized, dear simmers, that the problem was THIS!

‘Tavi: Zee, how you say, numero deux is zee natural theeng. I cannot stop it.

No…. not your sh-….. erm… yea, not number two. Your face!

‘Tavi: What is WRONG with zees FACE??

My ‘hood has FACEONEDISEASE!!!!!1!!!11 OH NOES!!!! (also know as pudding face or vanilla pudding face.)

Sadie: waaaaaaaait, wait wait. You don’t like our FACES?

No. They’re boring. Everyone looks the same.

Jude: *thinks* You liked my mother Eleanor’s face.

Yea, well, she was the founder. But I probably made her a little too vanilla too. I was young, I was naïve…

BUT, I now have a plan.

Sadie: A plan?

Yep.

Sadie: I don’t like the way you’re looking at me.

Teeheehee.

I installed myself awesomemod specifically for the NoVanillaPudding part. So, if Sadie shacks up one more time with someone THEN we should get some more interesting genetics thrown in this mix here! Repairman! Today is your lucky day.

Repairman: Uh, how about NO?! I’m not into all this crazy affairs with the help kind of stuff you see on TV. Those plotlines are best left to people like James Franco*.

*He was apparently on General Hospital recently. Again. Which I find odd.

Anywho, it doesn’t really matter because repairman here is a Face1.

So I sent Sadie off to the park to scope for some more “unique” looking dudes.

Sadie: I don’t want to do this. I love ‘Tavi!

It’s true. She has two wants locked for him right now. But this is for the good of the WHOLE FAMILY TREE!!!!!!!

Sadie submitted rather doubtfully and so I set about searching the park for potentials. The only two people out were these boys who were discussing…. things… you can do with pie.

Just don’t let your father catch you, capiche?*

*American Pie anyone?? Am I too old?

Thad Richard. Face 1 disease victim. NEXT!

Mitchell Lobos. Also suffering from (an albeit less severe than Thad’s) face 1 disease.

Shravan Mather. Michelle’s childhood stalker. Not Face1, but also not vastly original looking either.

Angry man who appears to be beating up someone’s Grandma. Too violent. Also very Face1. NEXT!

Face1! NEXT!

Ahh! A tourist! He surely can’t be Face 1!

Frim frabbitty fracking frimming FRABBIT! FLUFFING EAXIS! WHAT THE FLUFF IS UP WITH ALL THE PUDDING FACES??!?

Despite your potential hidden pizza lover trait, no.

No!

Chubby Face1. NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. New plan.

Um…………… while I think of a new plan. Let’s take a look at some of the Beatle spares who I saw running around the park while Sadie was out homewrecker hunting.

JoJo’s wife Danna was preggers and jogging down the block in heels.

Danna: It keeps my calves and thighs toned.

And explains why your children have head trauma….?

Although I suspect she was really playing a game of tag with her very face1 son, Kelvin.

Kelvin: Mommy’s cheating!

She’s pregnant and in heels. How is THAT cheating?

Kelvin: Well she’s just so much BIGGER than me! I mean, look at her tummy!

Oh dear Kelvin. I sincerely hope you are never ever around a pregnant woman other than your mother. Because you will surely die a premature death for those words.

Michelle also dropped by to make us all jealous of her smokin’ bod.

Michelle: Heck YEA! My family is HAWT!

AND of her awkwardly dressed but finally not Face1 daughter, Jennie Pearl. Although she looks a little generic in this shot, trust me, she is a little more unique looking. She got the Pearl family nose and lips. THANK PLUMBOB!

Henry’s daughter CoCo, while very supportive of her Team Rainbow family lifestyle, is also a boring Face1. It’s probably because she was adopted.

Coco: I was ADOPTED??!?!

You have two gay dads….

Coco: *Blank stare*

Kids these days. Not enough logic points in the world to save ‘em, I tell ya!

After briefly visiting with all the relatives, I finally alighted on a plan for my problem. I thus sent Sadie speeding home in the police cruiser Sheldon got for us all those years ago.

Isn’t that illegal to drive a marked policecar when you’re not a policewoman, Sadie?

*engine revs and car screeches off*

Sadie: Can’t heeeeeeeeear yooooooooooou!

Max: *thinks* It’s Mom’s birthday??? Oh crap!! Act like you remembered and smile big!!

Now. I know what you’re thinking, simmers. But I actually didn’t cake her TOO early. I caked her 2 days before her autoage up. Which is when you get the notice that her birthday is coming up. Which I always use at the point at which I am legally allowed to cake. So in my world, this is okay.

Sadie grows up into Prudence’s hair and a whoosh of sparklies. But otherwise is exactly the same.

I needed her to be an adult you see. Why is that, you ask?

Because we’re going to China to look for baby daddies!!!! (And since she was 2 days from aging up, there would have been issues when I did manage to get her preggers…… I think….)

I was alone, I took a ride/
I didn’t know what I would find there/
Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there

Mostly just another face. But we will accept other mindsets too. Unless of course they’re not interested in gratuitous woohoo and not being present for the birth and life of their child…..

Sadie: Sexy married simerican female seeking attractive but unique looking male to make babies with me to continue family line. I wonder how many people will respond to my ad???

With the way you phrased it, I suspect lots. Perhaps consider the words “sperm donor”?

Ai Pei was the first one to respond to our ad.

Ai: My back isn’t what it used to be, but as long as there are no acrobatics I think I can handle you missy!

Ummmmmmm… no.

With the ad not really working for her, I sent Sadie to check out the merchants. Little did I know how much trouble they would be!

This guy was moderately different, but not really interesting ENOUGH facewise.

Houston, we have a winner!!!!

Liu Pei: You’re mixing expressions…

Can it, buster. You’re just a bag of genetics and water to me. We’ve got to get his genes into this legacy, though. Look at the flatness of his nose!

Sadie: Don’t mind her, she’s just a little flustered with the monotony in my family.

Liu: You’ve got to all a little sugar to these things, you know! You can’t just be all blunt about it!!!

Sadie: You. Me. Woohoo. Babies.

Liu: Booooooooobies.

And you say *I* am blunt?!

Now I know this looks bad. How could Sadie be cheating on ‘Tavi? Her one and only true love? Well, I would like to point out that I forced her to do all of this. And literally the ENTIRE TIME (I kid you not) she was in China she had the want “return home” hanging around in her wants panel. Am I sadistic?? Yea, a little. Do I feel guilty?? I’ll tell you after I see the babies.

Sadie: Woohoo NAO?

Liu: Whoa, whoa! Baby you got to buy me some flowers first. Oh, and wait until I get off work.

Which is NEVER!!!!!!!!! Little did I realize that the foreign cashiers (who technically fit my NPC handicap) literally NEVER EVER STOP WORKING. She could never get to him anywhere but at his store. Now I’ve heard of slave driving in foreign labor, but this is RIDICULOUS!

So I sent her home again.

Sadie: My mother sense tells me something is different in my home…. But I can’t put my finger on it.

Daniel: *thinks* My mother is weird.

Hey Ju— wait…. you’re not Jude. Jude is an elder………. which means…….. YOU’RE MAX! And why are you on the bed with your girlfriend?

Max: Do you really need that spelled out for you?

Maybe…

Max: H-O-R-M-O….

OH!

InTeen strikes my legacy! Why? Because I was bored. I’ve actually since uninstalled it. But that was about 3-4 sim days after I listened to a pretty little lullabye.

Max: LULLA-WHAT?!

Meanwhile, I determined how to circumvent Liu’s evil work schedule. So when he finally came up for a much overdue vacation, Sadie invited him over. Based on his expression, I suspect he may have a banana in his pocket.

Sadie: There are no bana….. ooooooooooooooh.

Since ‘Tavi is at work, Sadie gets right down to business.

Sadie: I just want to get this whole sordid thing over with so I can get back to my regular life!

Liu: Surprisingly enough, I am not upset with this….

Is anyone else creeped out that they used the same bed as Max and his girl? No? Annoyed that I used the same picture for both of those events? Yes? JEEPERS READER! Get your priorities in order!

Sadie: Well, now that we’ve had wild woohoo at least 12 times, I am satisfied. You can go now.

He’s only been here for like 12 hours…..

Sadie: I don’t care.

Liu: BEST. VACATION. EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*headdesk*

So while we waited for OMG!BABIES! Sadie practiced her guitar.

Daniel was strange and wouldn’t stop talking about unicorns.

Daniel: Planet unicorn heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey.

The family bonded over a meal entirely in their underwear. I AM NOT RUNNING A NUDIST COLONY PEOPLE. PUT SOME CLOTHES ON. I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO FORCE YOU TO DO THIS EVERY DAY.

Frabbing exhibitionist Annie. Ruining my sims with her hussy genetics.

At Octavio’s work, the kitchen staff mourn the loss of fellow scullion Carlotta Lobos. Who was Jude’s sister Lucy’s daughter Jasmine’s husband German’s aunt! Did you follow that? No? Neither did I.

Speaking of Lucy, story progression likes to keep me updated on her rather regularly. Nothing new here, really. [Note: Yes, they are still married.]

Meanwhile, Maxwell’s girlfriend comes over to tell him some news.

Linda: I’m pregnant.

Maxwell: Helloooooooooooo in there? My name’s Max! Who are you?

Linda: That would be your son. I just had an ultrasound!

Max: MY son? Are you sure it’s MY son?

Linda: *slaps*

‘Tavi: Mi bambio Maxus has a new bambino of his own. It is zee Donnell. Zee mother giveth zee name.

Sadie: Oh, by the way, I’m pregnant too!

Jude: Some days it feels like my life is more of a soap opera than this show.

Octavio suspects nothing. Why?

Because he and Sadie autonomously make out everywhere. I think they even autonomously woohooed once when InTeen allowed them to do so. It’s really rather cute.

Sadie: Pain?

Pain= babies! And getting her to have this baby was a huge pain in my a—–

Sadie: His name is Billy!

But I thought you might like to know/
That the singer’sgoning to sing a song/
And he wants you all to sing along/
So may I introduce to you/
The one only Billy Shears

Billy Shears Beatle: Brave, Light Sleeper who loves classical music, PB&J, and Spice Brown. (Don’t worry, I’ll give him virtuoso later.)

And yes, I know I used this song once before. But I didn’t use the name. So NYAH!

And then some boring stuff happened. Like the twins grew up.

Julia added unlucky and Daniel added athletic…. hmm… quirkier and quirkier. But decidedly not heir.

Story progression somehow knows what I’ve written about these two in my legacy. It’s uncanny.

Pru and Henry are having another nooboo.

Not to be left out, Henry and Jay decided to have one too.

Octavio spent time scrubbing his troubles away with ZEE BUBBLES!

/Male objectification…. for now.

Oh, Birthdays?? You were waiting for a birthday? Golly gee willikers I plumb almost forgot.

George: So this is the part where you end it with a cliffhanger about the baby’s face and all. And then forget about us for another looooooooooooong time?!

Nah. I think I’ll do something different.

George: Like what?

Open up your eyes now/

Tell me what you see

BWAHAHAHAHA! SUCCESS!!!! And on that nose note, I shall leave you, dear readers. Thanks for reading!

And, as always remember: All you need is love!

And the NoVanillaPudding feature on awesomemod is helpful too….

<– Chapter 4.2

Chapter 4.2 Silly People Run Around

Playlist is here. Open it in another window and come back for some beatles-y goodness!

Why hello there, Ringo? Whatcha smilin’ about?

Ringo: I’m just ‘appy to be back, mate.

Me too, Ringo, me too.

Ringo: So then there will be more Beatles?

There will indeed. My deepest apologies. I got out of the writing habit. But I shall do my best to get back IN the habit.

Ringo: Good. Where were we then, luv?

Somewhere with a bunch of silly people running around like loons as I recall…

And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong/
I’m right where I belong/
I’m right where I belong/
Silly people run around/
they worry me and never ask me/
why they don’t get past my door

I believe we were here. With the ambiguously patterned crib and a baby on the way. Is is a boy….? Is it a girl….? You’ve waited months, through glitches causing the disappearance of the Beatles and Riverview, through slow play, through wind, snow, and slush….

Well the wind, snow, and slush might have just been me…

All to find out the answer to this one question.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!!!!!!

Ahem. Jude dear, did you not watch the silence your cellphones commercial at the beginning of the performance?

Jude: ..commercial?……. But it’s Octavio!

Calling to tell you and the world the gender of the new baby??? Then by all means, go right ahead!

Jude: Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh, ‘Tavi! How’s it going? Did you catch the end of the game?

JUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jude: Oops!

Never trust a man to get you the information you need. HONESTLY.

Octavio: I am so very excitiblated.

Excitiblated, you say? Is it excited? Is it elated? Is it both? Does anyone but me care? No?

Why are you excitiblated, Octavio?

Octavio: Because mi bambino is peeeeeeeeeerfecto.

For those in the know of italian word endings, you have now determined the baby is……….

A Boy!!

Meet Maxwell MC Beatle. A good, virtuoso, whose favorites I have lost the stats of in the months of delay.

Sadie: I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mother…. And I’m pretty certain ‘Tavi isn’t ready to be a father! He tried to sell him on the black market in exchange for hair gel made from real panther parts!!!!!! Officer PC Thirty One said “We’ve caught a dirty one.” Maxwell stands alone.

Yes, I would say that is just cause to be concerned, Sadie.

Tavi: If a man does not have hees hair what does he have??

Now, dear readers, this was the point when things started to go astray in my legacy. For example, I uncovered the most SHOCKING piece of news ever, which I was reluctant to share with you, but I feel this information must come to light.

Octavio is, in fact, bald. And apparently wears a hair piece!!!

Tavi: Nooooooooooooooo, it is zee glitchies!!! My schmextuous locks!

*pat pat* There, there ‘Tavi. We’ll make it all okay.

So while I was giving Octavio back his schmectacular hair*, someone apparently redecorated the house in a new scheme of gray on gray. I’m not especially wild about it….

*Well, a version of it anyway. It seems the Edward Cullen hair I had got lost somewhere along the way in GlitchGate 2010. I’ll keep my eye out for a fancy new substitute though.

So with Octvaio’s hair restored to it’s quaffed glory, Sadie found herself in the mood for some magic.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on is such a joy, come on is such a
joy/
Come on and take it easy, come on and take it easy, take it easy, take it easy/
Everybody’s got something to hide, except for me and my monkey/
Hah, the deeper you go, the higher you fly, the higher you fly, the deeper you
go

I usually try to make a thinly veiled sexual euphemism at this point… but I think those lyrics speaks for themselves. Yup.

Octavio: Zees does not please me verily mucho.

What Octavio? Something wrong?

Octavio: Mi bella, she is loving another more than me!

Really? I don’t really think Sadie’s the cheating kind!

Ugh. Men. Always frustrated when a woman show affection towards HER BABY!!! Get over it, ‘Tavi.

Octavio: But zee panties. Zey call to me.

*head desk* I knew I should have considered more carefully before allowing a questionably European man and his undeniably european and/or latin libido into my legacy family!

Sadie: Mrrrfmmmmmff…. I’m so sad about mother’s death…………sllllllrrrrrrrrmffff…. mmm is that new chapstick I taste, ‘Tavi? Pommegranate is a very advanced choice.

See what I mean??? Making out all over my kitchen. AND Sadie has most definitely inherited Annie’s hidden exhibitionist trait. I am ON to you Eaxis. If there is a nevernude trait, then CLEARLY there must be it’s opposite!

Sadie: Hmmm……… something is missing from this chapter so far. But what is it?

Sadie: Drugs?? No…. there’s not usually drugs. This legacy is PG-13ish!

Sadie: Perhaps violence….? Maybe someone needs a good bruising….? No. That’s not it.

Sadie: Hmmmmmmmmm……………. Hey! Where’d ‘Tavi go?

Why hellooooooooooooo, Octavio!

Octavio: I should feel violated. But… teeheee I kind of like it.

And that’s why we like YOU, Octavio.

Although perhaps maybe don’t leave a hanging cloud of green toxic vapor in the bathroom next time…..

(I actually suspect it’s a nuclear cloud of cologne. ‘Tavi is totally the type who would wear waaaaaaaaaaaaaayy too much.)

‘Tavi (from afar): DO NOT!

We interrupt your regular legacy programming to bring you this Non News Bulletin:

Maids are stupid.

No, really.

Now, I can see maybe sneaking some snacks if the family isn’t home. That might potentially be intelligent. However, choosing to steal CANNED SOUP during the infants BIRTHDAY PARTY does not an intelligent sim make. And as such, dear lady maid, you are excluded from ever being a spouse in this family. Plus you’re be an old bag by the time Max makes it to adulthood.

Sadie, trying to do her best GAP swimsuit model impression while being both preggers AND holding an infant….. doing a pretty good job actually.

Octavio is appropriately excited.

Octavio: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! No more of zee poopandcry poopandcry poopandcry.

No toddlers do that too.

*Octavio freezes into a pose of sheer horror*

Behold my todder capture skillz in AWE!!!!

Oh man. Strong in this one, the flirt is.

Jude, whom I’ve neglected to mention throughout this chapter, was out busking at the hospital in a very oddly clashing ensemble of pink pants and a green scrub top. Really Eaxis? Really?

Jasmine: **wonders** Why is my uncle playing guitar outside the hospitol….?

No one knows, Jas. I think he’s finally gone batty.

Jude has also spent some time working on the portraits of his progeny.

And being he is a doctor, I had him chat up Sadie involving my MASTERPLAN OF AWESOME!

Jude: So, daughter, I sense you’ve been doing some activities in the bedroom?

Sadie: But I thought I was so stealthy about it!

No… walking around in your underoos all the time and perpetually sucking face with your husband is a smidgeon of a giveaway Sades.

Sadie: Oh.

Jude: I predict the baby shall be a son!!!

Sadie: But I already have one of those….

Sadie: **discretely chomps on some watermelons** That’lmmf slrpyshow himsssssssssslk. I’m having a sssssssssssssslllllllllrdaughter!

Just some proof that her eggo is indeed preggo.

So, being she had another little one on the way, Sadie took to being a good mom and taught little Max to walk.

And then taught him about good oral hygeine.

And how to talk as well.

Sadie: Say seaaaaaaaaaaaa bass.

Maxwell: See a**.

YIKES!!!!!

And thus mastering the ways of the mother, Sadie felt she could peacefully bring a new life into the world.

Sadie: I want an epidural noooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

I like to call this image: Men trying to look nonchalant while secretly being entirely freaked out about the impending birth of their next child.

Although Delbert back there isn’t having a kid. Maybe he’s just offering some great uncle support….?

Never underestimate the willpower of a pregnant woman in pain.

And a lot of it too. Now, I should mention that neither of these cribs belongs to Maxwell.

But rather they belong to the NEW TWINS!!! BOTH GENDERS!!! BECAUSE MY SKILLZ ROXORZ! (But my leet speak does not…)

Anywho, meet

Daniel Boone Beatle

An absent minded virtuoso. Favorites are yet again lost, but I’ll look them up for you sometime in the future perhaps.

Now she and her man, who called himself Dan/

Were in the next room at the hoedown.

(I didn’t use the name Rocky because I was operating off a list of names from Beatles songs and I didn’t remember that Daniel came from the Rocky Racoon song. Therefore, his name is Daniel and there may be a Rocky later on down the line.)

And Julia Oceanchild Beatle.

Who is a friendly virtuoso.

Julia, Julia, oceanchild, calls me/
So I sing a song of love, Julia/
Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me/
So I sing a song of love, Julia.

So things went on as usual in the Beatle household. Jude played chess, trying to reach his ultimate life’s goal of being a chess champion or whatever it is.

Sadie snuggled some rugrats.

And Octavio secretly snuggled them too. He quite likes the twins, really. Not sure why he wasn’t a fan of Maxwell.

Then, one dark night, from out of the bushes it appeared.

It came closer.

And closer.

And…. AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

And Jude beat her at chess, achieving his lifetime goal. His thoughts on his grand life’s work?

Jude: Eh. I think I want to go play my guitar.

Emo much, Jude?

Octavio: Zees ladee is not bella. She looks like she was hit in zee face with zee bar bell.

Meadow: I can HEAR you, you know.

Octavio: Yes, I know zees.

Octavio isn’t really much for tact…..

Oh no. Really? Again? You have three kids. And there were FIVE last time. Octavio REALLY can you just shut the libido off?!!???!

Sadie: Hey there baby.

Octavio: No mi bella. I am too tired for zees. My beauty it needs rest.

You call it your…..? nevermind.

Maid with a blow horn thingie? Why it must be birthdays!!

Twin birthdays, in fact!

First up, Daniel. Sporting some very anti-octavio hair and some cool icy blues.

And when I was about to take Julia’s picture, I was distracted by this obnoxious hole in the ceiling that won’t go away even though there IS roof above it. So if you see sky in my pictures, it’s not reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally my fault.

And a topless Julia. Great. Just what everyone wants in a daughter. She has Jude’s bluish purple eyes, although here they look kind of gold… and Octavio’s hair.

They got a makeover and I ramped up the cute factor for them a bit. Aren’t they adorrrrrrrrable??? I love boy-girl twins. Sort of rare. Takes effort to get them.

Why are my maids always creepers???

Seriously. He looks possessed. Or like a child molester. Or both. I don’t know if I’m ever going to allow any maids into this family tree. I will break my NPC tradition before I allow the creeper gene in.

Julia’s first words: Horsefly! Shoefly! Housefly! Elephant fly?*

*It’s from a disney song in Dumbo. It’s cute. Check it out.

Octavio looking bored and annoyed? Why it must be some kind of occasion!

Really, Octavio? You can’t muster up an ounce of joy for Max’s birthday?

Octavio: He stole my loves!!! She ees never in zee underwears anymore!!!!

This is true. Still, this is your first born son. Most men fall all over themselves with love for a first born son.

Octavio: I do not live in some kind of antiquated world where zee firstborn son inherits all zee family’s wealth. I believe in equality for all, especially among zee genders!

**jaw drops** Octavio… I… I… I didn’t know you knew such big words!!! Antiquated? Really???

Octavio: I was zee liberal studies major at University.

Another Jude clone picture. Made interesting by his half naked father and grandfather. The nudist tendency runs deep in this family….

Maxwell is made over to incorporate some Disney love. Oh and by the way, he inherited the Athletic trait. This has good schmexosity potential for him later…

Okay now I feel creepy for talking about that while he’s still just a kid…

Hey, Max, I said athletic, not artistic!

Max: Well, somebody is going to have to take over the family portrait painting when Grandpa kicks the bucket!

True. Although perhaps not kosher to talk about him kicking the bucket, as you say, when he’s still wandering around the house somewheres.

Sadie: Now mommy wants a hidden pyromaniac trait sweetie. That’s why she married a fireman. That and for the…. wands…

Daniel: Pyromaniac!!!

Kids these days… smarter and smarter every time…

Anywho, here’s a nice little capture of the family tree for those who are curious. Apparently Sadie’s been the most prolific so far…. but you never know. That new story progression mod I just added in ought to start makin the babies pop out left and right… hopefully….

Or be a total homewrecker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY? Story Progression WHY??????

Oh… maybe it’s because they always engage in bitter name calling. Because Lucy is actually evil hellspawn. So now that I think of it, that’s actually pretty dead on….

And that, dear readers, is all she wrote.

No, not literally. There will be more, eventually.

For example:

Why is Sadie passed out on the floor????

Was it from seeing her father in his underwear?

Was it from the poltergeist in the papertowel holder????

Was it from Octavio’s all around schmexy???

And will I ever stop objectifying the male head of household??? (NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Find out all this and MORE next time on All You Need Is Love!

Paul: I’ve got a feeling… a breeze… on my head….

I’ve got a feeling, a feeling deep inside, oh yea/
Oh, yeah, that’s right /
I’ve got a feeling, a feeling I can’t hide, oh no no /
oh no, oh no

You see, not even the almighty Beatles could escape GlitchGate 2010!!!

I’ll download all your custom content again soon, boys.

Ringo: Me hair. Me precious hair. I was a hair ICON, you know.

I know Ringo, I know.

Until next time remember: Love is all you need!

<– Chapter 4.1 Chapter 4.3 –>

Chapter 4.1 And you know you should be glad

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Paul: So John, I’ve been checking my computer for days and I just haven’t been able to find an update for the Beatle legacy!!! What happened?????

John: Well, I do believe that Chalcedony was in a wedding, then had 6 job interviews, and finally moved from Illinois to Kentucky!

Paul: Well, I suppose that’s a legitimate reason to be away. But now we’re back to regular updates?

As regular as I can make them now that I have a job and a puppy. So less frequent than my original posts, boys, but more frequent than the ridiculously long absence I just had!

Don’t let me down, don’t let me down.
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down.

I’ll do my best Paul, I promise.

When last we left the Beatle clan, we were in the midst of discovering the off-duty appearance of Michelle’s intended, Preston McIrish.

Drumroll please……………………………..

…….oooooooooooooooKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.

Michelle, you’re sure this is the guy you want to marry? He doesn’t really seem like your type.

Michelle: Eh, he’s not my type but you won’t let me marry MY type, so I guess he’ll have to do!

Taking one for the team, what a good little legacy sim. However, it will only matter if you are indeed the legacy heiress!!

Michelle: Hm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. *stares intently at Preston* Am I willing to be shackled to you for all eternity and to be forced to pop out your babies all for the sake of my family name?

Preston: Her eyes… It’s like they can see straight into my SOUL!

Preston, dude, you’re a cop. Let’s try and maintain SOME level of authority and masculinity. For the sake of the town! We can’t let them know you’re a wimp!

Preston: …B-but she kind of scares me a little.

Well, that’s how marriage works. The man wears the pants. The wife holds the puppet strings attached to the pants. Typical modern Simerican family.

Speaking of families, let’s check in on everyone else.

JoJo had recently been employed in the culinary career at LeBistro and was showing off his crazy new threads while he did some skillin’ on the chess board.

Sadie was also the owner of some fancy new clothes in the form of some pink scrubs as seen in this horribly dark picture.

Henry and Dana were enjoying some future in-law bonding time in the pool of non-death, just getting their float on.

That is until JoJo arrived and decided he could wait NO LONGER for the wedding and that they must be married THAT INSTANT.

Michelle: Getting married by a pool…. brings to mind rifles for some reason.

…you mean shot guns?

Michelle: You said it, not me! *snicker*

Tricky sim!

So JoJo and Danna enjoyed a special moment in the twilight, while the neon of the pool lights lent a eerie gentle glow and the sound of people breast stroking filled the air.

Ahhh. Picturesque, isn’t it?

…. Well, it’s better than a bathroom wedding anyway!

So JoJo and his bonny bride immediately moved out of the house and into THIS adorable little number. I’m kind of jealous really. The decorating in there is assuredly FAR FAR better than anything I could do!

Needless, to say, you voted, and alas poor JoJo, an heir he was not. So he gets to live out his days in comfort surrounded by sunflowers and the ability to do as he pleases. Yea. Pfft. Pooooooooooooooor JoJo.

Michelle took her brothers exit from the legacy household as a cue to move faster on her own romantic pursuits. Half the town was left in utter heartbreak when she sealed the deal with Preston on the lawn the next morning.

Including one very unexpected individual…

Gnomey the mysterious garden gnome: Oh woe is me! My beloved Michelle, taken by another.

I didn’t even know you KNEW Michelle…. In fact, I didn’t even remember we HAD you for that matter.

However, dearest Gnomey, you could never have married her. You’re not a service sim.

Gnomey: I coulda been a contendah.

Um……… yea.

So the question remains unanswered. Who will join the hallowed halls of the legacy home? Will it be the handsome husband of Prudence, Sadie, or Michelle?…. Or (almost forgot) Henry?

Or will it be the beautiful wife of… oops, I already told you it wasn’t JoJo!

But still there are 3 possible heiresses. The answer you’ve been waiting for since early September. The question that’s been boggling your mind day in and day out, need to know, desperate for a clue, with an insatiable hunger for the knowledge that it’s……………………….

Well technically, you would already know if you looked at the poll. I did close it awhile ago.

In fact, you could go look now if you wanted.

No, really, I don’t mind.

Or I suppose you could just wait for the next slide.

That might work too.

Sadie: Ahhhh. It’s good to be in control. And nothing makes me happier than my lovey-kins.

Octavio: Si. Mi carina Sadie is aaall a man could want…. Except for hair gel. Must always have hair gel.

Hair gel aside, these two are a very cute couple. When they’re sitting in the same room, the like to gaze across at one another longingly. Even Sheldon and Eleanor didn’t do that!

Sadie: Oh Octavio, I am SO happy we’re going to get married!

Octavio: *flips hair* Si, bella, now I can work to be no more a fire man. It gives the horrible helmet hair that does not please mi tender stands.

I know the question that’s on your minds.

Oh yes.

Sadie: I’ve actually been wondering myself…. Octavio, what IS your nationality?

Octavio: Mi carina bella, THAT is un secreto I can never tell!!!

Dash it all! Now we shall never know!!

Although, personally, I think he might be from the country right next to the one that Fez from That 70′s Show is from. Whatever country that is. Somewhere near Italy and Spain, I’d say.

So, with the heiress decided it was time to…

…put a chair and a mirror on the lawn…

Um.

Well.

Okay, I took these two months ago and now I *honestly* have NO clue why I put a chair and mirror on the lawn…. or felt the need to take a picture of it for that matter, but we’re just going to go with it.

The fate of the throne was decided and it was time to see how that reflected upon the lives of the other Beatle children.

(Oh yes. I am a master of unrelated tie in information to make something completely random seem to fit in and create a segue.)

So naturally, Prudence invited over Henry’s love BrandtSamuelsClone so that they could finalize their plans to be together.

Henry: *watching from window* Is he here yet? Is he here???? Oh, JOY!!!!!! I am SO EXCITED. But he can’t see me in my special wedding attire!!!!!!!

…

Henry, I don’t think….

Oh, screw it. You look lovely Henry.

Although apparently someone didn’t want them to marry!!! Who could it be? Who would attack Henry’s love? Is it possible that if you look really closely you could actually figure it out, but that would ruin the surprise for the next slide so you’re not going to?

And why is Prudence standing there like a bump on a log???

Prudence: Because I am a bit bewildered that a scrawny girl in a bikini could beat up this guy. He’s even wimpier than I had thought. Are you sure Henry can’t marry Brandt?

I’m sure.

Michelle: That’ll teach you for trying to be more emo than ME, you trench coat wearing wimpy fake emo PUNK!

Jay: Oyyyyyyyyyy, my back.

Henry: I wonder if my career in science will offer any chiropractic advice for this situation….?

Anywho, despite some…. ah… minor speedbumps… right before the wedding. Henry and Jay tied the knot on the lawn in a private ceremony. At last, true love is secured!

So naturally, they did as all newlywed sims do…

And Henry enjoyed playing the scene over in his mind while he made some pancakes later.

Henry: *hums to self*The magic of bedtime makes me smile. Tooodly doodly doo.

What. *I* never claimed to be a lyricist. Neither did Henry.

But then. A shocking thing happened!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS mysterious basket appeared on the floor, with a note saying it was for Henry and Jay! But what could it be????

Why, it’s a baby girl!! Henry and Jay’s baby girl, in fact!

She says she loves you/ And you know that can’t be bad.
Yes, she loves you/ And you know you should be glad. Ooh!

So the happy trio moved out and into the wonderful McMansion next door (you know the one). Because deep down inside, Henry just couldn’t bear to be too far from his beloved mother.

Stupid frim frabbing Exhibitionist!Annie who just won’t DIE!

Pardon my grumblings.

Prudence and the icy eyed man maid tied to knot on the lawn in the daytime, for a change of pace. It was rather unexciting, in my opinion. Mostly because I find Prudence kind of unexciting.

Prudence: HEY!

Well, it looks like at least DONALD finds her exciting.

So in the line of keeping things rolling along smoothly, Michelle called up Preston and was about to get her wedding on, but this was interrupted by an unexpected guest!

Michelle: *sigh*

Preston: …huh?

One Quincy Pearl!!

Why Quincy, what brings you here on this fine day of Michelle’s wedding?

Quincy: Oh Michelle, I have secretly loved her all these years. But the pressures of legacy family living kept her from ever considering me. Even in her rebellious years, she wouldn’t consider me because I was too good looking. Instead she went for that lard ball Shravan Mather. Because he was a more *alternative* choice. But I know deep beneath it all, she loved me!

Michelle: It’s true! Quincy, it’s all been one big show! I really do love you! I was only going to marry Preston because I might have to be heiress and he’s a service sim!

Preston: B-but…. our love?!

Michelle: Can it, Preston. Your moment is past.

Michelle: Quincy, would you marry a girl who is so cold hearted as to break up with her former fiance and then right in front of him propose to another man?

Quincy: Anything for you, Michelle!

Why all these boys love her, I don’t really know. I think it must be the double buns of awesomeness. It speaks to the inner star wars nerd in every man.

And so they sealed it with a kiss. SWAK. Heck yea.

SWAF. They sealed it with a…

nevermind.

Interesting side note. Our Quincy here is the spawn of one Don Lothario!!! And Whateverhernameisbutshelookslikeshehasastickupherbutt Pearl.

They made some rather lovely genetics together though, I must say. I shall make mental note to keep tabs on the offspring of THIS pair, as well.

Now that most of the brood was out of the house, Jude and Annie weren’t really entirely sure what to do with themselves.

Jude: We could play with giant foam fingers?

Annie: I can think of something giant I want to play with….

magic wands?

Octavio finally moved in an seemed rather thrilled about it. Poor foreigner doesn’t know what he’s in for.

Octavio: Pff. I get to make many babies with a bella woman and have as much hair gel az a man could want! What is to not like of this?

Well…there’s…. pfff

The loss of your youth!!! Bwahahaha.

Oh wait. It was just the YA to Adult transition.

Speaking of which, when does that happen in real life, I wonder. 30? 35? Who knows….

Anyways, in the grand tradition of fixing up the new spouses to my liking, I did the unthinkable.

I gave Octavio hair that was even MORE quaffed than before.

This is, in fact, a special hair that comes on an Edward Cullen sim I downloaded for myself, so you KNOW it’s high maintenance.

He also got a soul patch for that slick eurotrash vibe.

Octavio: I am, how do you say, smoked!

Smokin’, Octavio, Smokin’.

Octavio: Thank you.

*headdesk*

Sadie: Oh Octavio!! Your new hairstyle is just so schmexy!!! I want to run my fingers through it and…

Octavio: No bella. This you cannot do. The hair, it is off limits.

Despite that small snafu, I do believe I heard music fill the air and…

Sadie: Was that a LULLABYE???

*whistles innocently*

Sheldon and Eleanor made sure to stop by and visit and keep tabs on the family progress.

Eleanor: You know, I don’t really feel there has been enough music in this chapter.

Sheldon: *thinks* But there was just a lullabye coming from the bedroom. I say that counts as music….

Still…. RANDOM SONG LYRICS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT!!!

Got a good reason, for taking the easy way out/
Got a good reason, for taking the easy way out, now

Octavio began to leave his unique mark on the family in small ways at first.

Gray is traditional, you know Octavio.

Octavio: Gray does not reflect the FIRE in my blood. Like the tiger on my back.

So chintzy. And yet. Still. I like him.

Annie: Helloooooooooooo schmexy european man eating pizza in my kitchen.

ANNIE!!! That’s your future son in law!

Annie: Oh! I mean…. um…. son, why don’t you get our act together and start inviting people to the wedding.

Octavio: Mmmrf *chomp* slrrf *munch* oooooo *crunch* kay.

He did it covertly, for some reason. I think it gave him some kind of James Bond feeling.

Octavio: Psst. Girlish man who married mi bella’s brother. DON’T LOOK UP. You are invited to my wedding. Now act as is nothing has happened.

Jay: *thinks* what an oddball…. Then again. It’s Sadie.

Octavio: Pssssst. Old lady who I don’t know.

Octavio, she doesn’t need to go to the wedding.

Octavio: But she sat on my bench.

Less money for hair gel if you invite her.

Octavio: *hisssssssssssss* Be gone, devil grocery worker!!!!!!!!!!

The magic day finally rolled around and Henry arrived in true rainbow style.

Hnery: Oh yea. You WISH you could rock a baby pink suit like this.

Indeed. We all do, Henry. We all do.

Prudence milled around wondering when anyone would notice she was preggers. Usually the switch to the horribly ugly dress is a deadgiveaway, but she lucked out with a not too bad polka dot number.

Annie hung around awkwardly by the edge of the crowd, just generally annoying me. DIE ALREADY!

And yet, in spite of my horrible playing skills during parties, we made it to the actual nuptials. A beautiful twilight marriage presided over by Henry (who I didn’t even know had gotten his minister-ship…) and surrounded by family and friends.

All together now…. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Then things got a bit odd. (And dark, unfortunately. Need to find an evening lighting solution. F;ash cameras, Eaxis?? Please???)

JoJo and Quincy started to break it down together.

Donald and Jay snuck off to the edge of the party and smiled with suspicious discomfort when I spotted them.

Jay: W-we’re not d-doing anything!!!

Donald: WE DID NOTHING WRONG!

Way to act incriminating, guys.

Prudence and Danna acted, unshockingly, boring by talking about decorating.

And the happy couple snuck inside to get away from the crowd. Smart move you two.

Sadie: Golly, all that wedding cake seems to be going STRAIGHT to my ABS!!

Yep. Sure. Cake.

Jude: If I don’t look up it’s not real. Not real. Not real. Not real.

Whatcha afraid of Jude??

Perhaps your daughter sitting across from you in her lingerie….

Okay yea, that would be mentally scarring. Looks like Sadie has a bit more of Exhibitionist!Annie in her than I would like. Stop scaring your poor old father, young lady!

So while the main Beatle family was being boring, I decided to scoot around the neighborhood and see where Donald and Prudence ended up. They landed in this quite lovely number right here, leading me to believe that perhaps the decorating tips Danna and Prudence were sharing might not have been so bad after all.

Prudence herself was about ready to pop. However, I don’t have any footage of that beautiful moment or really for any of the non-legacy heir babies, but I will make a note to get pictures of all the offspring for your entertainment for the next update.

Speaking of which, Michelle was also preggers. And copied Pru’s choice of maternity wear. But with much more stylin (albeit non-matching) shoes, I must add.

Annie: Is that my grandbaby in there? Who’s a good nooboo that Grandma will loooooooooooooove and hug and kiss.

Michelle: Muh-OM! We’re in public!!

She’s still holding on to her teenage rebellion, I think.

But I am quite excited to see how her baby turns out. There’s a whole boatload of pretty floating around in them genes. Sheldon AND Don Lothario?

I bet you wish you’d picked Michelle now!!!

Oh wait. Then she couldn’t have married Quincy. She would have married Preston, the clone of her brother. Which is kind of creepy. Wise choice, then.

Jude finally made the transition to crumblyhood.

Not with much grace either.

Are you planning to take up farming, Jude?

Jude: I have considered it. But you haven’t given me any gardening skill yet.

Touche.

Annie: Jude! You got all… old!

Jude: Just catching up with you, Grandma!

You tell her, Jude!

Jude: I still love you though.

Darn Jude and his innate sweetness!

I started working on trying to off Annie again, but she just wouldn’t croak.

So I wandered around town some more and encountered this group with a ready to pop Michelle, her hubby and…..

This lady. Her mother in law. Whose name I forget. Who had Don Lothario’s love child, Quincy. Who does not look as though she could PRODUCE a Quincy. Apparently Don’s schmexy genes prevailed.

Back at the homestead, where Sadie was, like her sisters, also ready to pop,  I set her and Octavio to studying up for their impending nooboo.

Octavio: Psssssssst. Don’t look…

Octavio, your wedding already happened.

Octavio: YOU RUIN MY STEALTH!

Sadie: It won’t come out! WHY WON’T IT COME OUT!!???????????!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S BEEN IN THERE FOREVER. OCTAVIO, SEE IF YOU CAN SCARE IT OUT.

Octavio: Cootchey-cootchey….. oh… um….boo.

Annie: Don’t worry. Grandma’s got this. OooooOOOOOOOOOOOO.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jude: My heart…. it hurts!

Heart attack?

Jude: Probably.

Grim: *headsmack* These people are all dimwits.

Octavio: AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! *screams like a girl*

Jeez Octavio, it’s not that bad.

Octavio: No! Mi bella’s bambini was scared into coming! Call the spork! Call the spork!

Spork….?

…

Oh! Stork!

Annie: Thanks Grim, for helping me get my daughter’s labor going. Now how about we reverse this thing.

Grim: No can do m’lady. You’re living life in the grimster’s harem now. You sold your soul!

And it was the best thing you ever did Annie!!

….helping the baby and all…..

Sadie and Octavio rushed to the hospital in Sheldon’s old police cruiser. Nice way to jump the lights guys, but an ambulance might have worked as well. And been more legal.

And so, dear readers, in the tradition of my chapters, I leave you with this crib picture. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? What was my prediction? I tried to pick an ambiguous crib decor so I’d look as though I finally guessed right for once.

John: So you see, now that she’s settled into her new apartment with her new job and her new dog, she should have at least a little more time to spend with her computer working on the Beatle story. She didn’t forget us.

Paul: Glad to hear it. We can’t let down our many loyal adoring fans.

I don’t really have loyal adoring fans, guys. Maybe you do, but I don’t.

John: What about DragonGirl8?

We’ll call her a very nice reader who gets a shout out for being nice enough to give me gentle reminders to get back to you guys.

So join us next time, as we paint a picture of what’s to come in generation FOUR of the Beatle legacy.

Until then, we hope you have enjoyed the show!!

You may say that I’m a dreamer /
But I’m not the only one /
I hope someday you’ll join us/
And the world will be as one

<– Chapter 3.3 Chapter 4.2–>

Chapter 3.3 I Ain’t Got Nothing But Love, Babe

 

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Paul: So, Ringo, I find it a little upsetting that I get almost no facetime in these introductions.

Ringo: I think that’s coz you don’t really look much like yourself, Paul. The rest of us are spot on. But you just look kind of funny.

It’s true, Paul. You don’t look very Paul-ish at all. Better than I’d be able to accomplish, but still not very Paul-ish.

Paul: *pouts*

John: Look on the bright side, Paul, at least you don’t have the bags under your eyes being shown on camera all the time like I do. Look!

No one would have noticed if you hadn’t pointed it out, John.

John: Well, I’m just dog tired. You run us ragged for these intros. It feels like I’m working 8 days a week!!!

What’s that you say? Very loosely disguised transition into your opening song lyrics? Good. That’s what I thought you said.

Ooh i need your love baby/ Guess you know it’s true.
Hope you need my love babe/ Just like I need you.
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain’t got nothin’but love babe/ Eight days a week.

When we last left the Beatle family last chapter we had just experienced what I like to refer to as “A Buttload of Birthdays” and not a whole lot else. But now the Brat pack is all teenified and we can get down to the very important business of hunting up some spouses!!!

But unfortunately not before Grim hunts one of the Beatles! Who have you come for, Grim? Annie or Eleanor??

Pleasesayanniepleasesayanniepleasesayannie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What? I just like Eleanor better.

Dang frabbit, Grim! Why must you always be so uncooperative!!!

Eleanor: But… I’m still in the middle of my painting!

Oh, Eleanor. You’re in the throes of death and all you care about is that you didn’t finish your painting.

Eleanor: Life without Sheldon has been a bleak affair for me. I have only my paintings.

Aww. Poor Eleanor. She really did go downhill after Sheldon died. She just wandered around aimlessly for the most part and spent a lot of time autonomously painting.

Nonetheless, she was a much loved sim. The whole family gathered for the event of her passing.

All: WaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! Not Grandma Eleanor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sniff*

 

Grim: From the looks of things, I’ll be back here soon for YOU, Annie.

Oh? Will you?

Grim: My minions are not happy with you. They seek reveeeeeeeeeeeeenge.

Minions? You have minions?

Grim: Of course I have minions. I AM the guardian of the gates of death, you know.

Grim: They’re great at finding me good tickets for shows and such. What do you think, Prudence? Want to catch a show with me sometime?

JoJo: *thinks* Is Grim hitting on my little sister right after banishing Grandma to the underworld???

Michelle: *thinks* Grim’s a little pervy… Pru’s kind of young for him. Although I guess he could be any age really…. Might be an immortal 17 year old vampire under there.

 

Grim: So what do you say, Prudence? Want to go to an Electronica concert with me? Later this weekend?

Prudence: I…. I just don’t know what to think!

I know you don’t. You can’t even finish the beginnings of that thought bubble there.

Prudence: I suppose you just can’t turn DOWN the lord of the otherworld.

Good point. And Prudence and Grimmie chatted for a good hour or so until he had other appointments he had to get to. Grim always did have a thing for the Beatle family though… If the newer patches didn’t kill the try for baby with Grim option, then I’d totally give that a whirl.

Anywho, I was in the midst of Eleanor’s memorial when I got sidetracked by Grim’s flirtin’ ways.

In Memorandom:

Eleanor Rigby Beatle

Eleanor was quite possibly the best foundress a legacy could ever hope to have. While a times a bit odd and even verging on insane, she seemed to know exactly what her duties were before being told. She was a good mother and an amazing musician and hit movie composer. Fans flocked to her park concerts with hearts a flutter (and some fluttered a little too much, straight into a heart attack…) Her love for her husband Sheldon the magician was deep and lasting. She was preceded in death by Sheldon, but is survived by her children Jude Beatle and Lucy Jones and 7 grandchildren. Eleanor and her many talents will be greatly missed in the legacy household.

And so Eleanor is put to her final resting place next to her beloved Sheldon.

Goodbye dear Eleanor. I shall miss you deeply!

I say high, you say low /You say why, and I say I don’t know
Oh, no / You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello / I don’t know why you say goodbye
I say hello / Hello, hello
I don’t know why you say goodbye / I say hello

JoJo played a memorial concert in honor of Eleanor while most of the family looked on.

Jude snuck off in the middle to use his moodlet manager to cure everyone of their mourning. Eleanor would not want anyone to be sad!!!

Unfortunately, Jude’s not terribly good at it, so he ended up curing about half of them and zapping the rest into exhaustion….

The moodlet manager is a dangerous tool. Like all the LTH tools…. Or maybe I just can’t seem to use them correctly…. Probably the second one. *hangs head*

I’d just like to take a moment to mention (once again) how pretty Sadie (and for that matter Prudence too) is. Sadie especially has really beautiful eyes. The whole brat pack is full of gorgeous genes. I wish I could choose them all!! But alas, the choosing of the heir is not up to me.

Sadie: But if it were, you’d choose me right?

Well, you’re definitely interesting, Sadie, what with being a cowardly, unflirty virtuoso genius. You’d make life pretty unique. Plus you perpetually remind me of the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. So there would be a lot of jokes there.

This concludes the service announcement for the Vote for Sadie campaign.

That night, while everyone was sleeping.

Serena (Henry’s bear): *whispers* The coast is clear.

Kathrine (JoJo’s Bear, in pink): The time has come. We must punish the one who allowed our beloved children to be taken from us. Grim has given us permission. YOUR HOUR HAS COME, ANNIE!!!! Mwahahahaha.

Karl (Michelle’s bear, in aqua): The evil laugh is a bit much Kathrine. Mr. Reaper is the only one who can pull off a laugh like that.

Hold up, hold up. THESE are Grim’s minions?????

….

…….

hahahahahahhahahahahaha

Dan (Sadie’s Bear, in blue and purple): *threatening voice* You DARE to mock us?????

You’re stuffed bears, what could you possibly do?

Pierre (Prudence’s bear, in black): You shall soon see ze thing zat we are capable of doing, ma cherie. Ze vengeance shall be sweet!

All: *quiet maniacal laughter*

… Okay maybe I’m a little scared…

eep!

Serena: Quick, to the hideout!! Someone is coming.

*pattering of bear feet*

I wonder where it is they hide? What can they possibly do, though? They’re bears.

It was Michelle and her night owl ways sneaking by that set the bears on alert. She was on her way out to the body shaper. Now, I have had bad effects with this tool before, so I was wary to try it. In Michelle’s case, I asked for more muscular and instead she got skinnier…. I guess it works though. It gives her that more waifish despondent teen thing.

Shortly thereafter, Jude was up with the dawn.

Now normally I wouldn’t bother with documenting his hygeine habits like this, but there is something odd. Everyone in the house seems to prefer one bathroom, which so happens to be the boys bathroom upstairs. Jude ignored his perfectly good bathroom with the same level toilet, shower, and sink in preference of this one.

I spent a long time debating the reasons for this.

My conclusion is that it has something to do with a deep attraction to the fire hydrant in the corner. Deep animalistic tendencies within the sims draw them to bathe and relieve themselves near this beacon of bathroom-yness.

Yep. That’s what I think.

JoJo started working on his culinary aspirations by preparing breakfast for the family. I don’t think they’re going to know what to do with themselves. The Beatle family is not used to anything but quickmeals and autumn salads….

Henry: This salad looks like old garbage.

Well…. it HAS been in the fridge for roughly 3 weeks…. but since we have the super awesome nice fridge it hasn’t been labelled as bad yet. So you will eat it and you will LIKE it!

Prudence: So now that JoJo’s the family chef do you think it means we get to eat something other than vegetables?

Michelle: It’s a possibility. But that might upset Dad. He’s a vegetarian, you know.

Prudence: He is???

You know, I tend to forget that Jude’s a veggie lover too. Probably because the Beatle family hasn’t ever seen a scrap of meat in the entirety of its existence. Not intentionally, really. Just because poverty and then poor cooking skill prevented it.

We shall soon be opening their worlds to a whole new level of culinary awesomeness!!!!!

Well, assuming JoJo wins.

This concludes the public service announcement for the people for JoJo as heir. Funded by the city of Tuscon.

Annie, sparked by that morning’s discussions of food and fine dining, dedicated some time to watching IRON SIM on television all day. This week’s secret ingredient was the same one used in Don Uglacy’s special chili.

… o.O

Random side note: I thought it was pretty interesting when I realized that all the sims on the TV are actually sims 2 sims. Now that the franchise for 2 is effectively over it’s kind of fascinating when you think of just how much volume of content there truly is for those games. Enough to make many channels worth of sims 3 programming.

Meanwhile, at school, Sadie’s good looks finally won her an admirer.

Sadie: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I’m scared!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh Sadie, don’t be such a coward.

Sadie: But I’m unflirty! I don’t know how to DEAL with all those teen boy hormones since I’m unflirty!

Hm. Yes, then I agree. Perhaps it’s best you run.

He’s not bad looking, though. For the most part. I think. An interesting brand of beauty, shall we say?

Can’t remember his name for the life of me though and I didn’t write it down. Oops.

It’s not especially relevant though, because she can’t ultimately marry him anyway. He was never a babysitter or a paper boy. (The only two professions a teen could have been.)

Michelle: And then Sadie ran away from him!! And he was cute too!

Prudence: I can’t believe she’d run away from the chance to flirt with a cute boy!! She’s so lucky. She gets to spend time at his house while we’re stuck here doing homework on the floor in the foyer!!!

You COULD do it at the table. It’s not as if I’m stopping you.

See? JoJo’s got the right idea.

Cousin Felicia (or is it Jasmine….?) came over to spend some time with her relatives. No one seems to be impressed by her ability to stick her arm through her chest and back out the other side.

Jude:  I am too engrossed in IRON SIM to be bothered.

Felicia/Jasmine: Hmmm. Yes. It appears the secret ingredient is……………………… OH!

Yea. That’s how I felt.

Henry meanwhile had invited over his boyfriend Jay and was putting the moves on him.

Henry: You hair is just so beautiful in this light. Like the black spots on a lady bug.

Jay: Oh Henry, you have such a way with words.

o.O   Seriously. This was Henry flirting with Jay. How the ladybug thing is a compliment, I don’t really know…..

Still, these two are pretty darned cute together.

And when the rest of the Beatle family was safely snuggled away in their beds that night, Annie was on the treadmill running and running.

Annie: A deep voice called to me and said I should run. I figured it was best to listen.

Are you sure that’s what it meant….?

Annie: I think I’ll go for a swim to cool off.

And when Annie jumped into the pool, they appeared from nowhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Kathrine: Pull the ladder, minions!!!

Pierre and Karl heaved the ladder out of the pool.

Annie: Ahhhh! I am so fatigued from running, I think I might drown!!! Ahhhh!!

Annie: Oh, but I made it to the side of the pool. So I will just pull myself out and all will be well. Phew. That was a close one.

Kathrine: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Our plan is thwarted!!!!

Seriously, the bears tried for about 3 hours to drown her, but she just kept climbing out, despite the intel they had read about fatigued sims drowning without being able to climb out.

Yes. Tragedy was averted. …. Yay?

I think Annie’s resilience has something to do with some kind of internal abilities she has. For instance, she is the only sim I have ever seen levitating while using the VR headset.

The ladder reappeared in the pool shortly after Annie’s near-death experience and since she’s a bit batty, she didn’t mention anything about it to anyone. So Michelle swam about in complete ignorance of the attempt on her mother’s life by her childhood teddy bear.

Although, to be fair, I don’t think the bears would hurt her. Karl would not allow it.

After her swim, Michelle went over to visit the grown up Quincy Pearl, who had made quite an improvement on his bland childhood look.

I think of him as cute green eyed guy. But once, again, off limits. I might have to break that NPC marrying rule once every few generations or so, just to throw in some more interesting genetics. I shall debate this.

Michelle: Maybe if we got a judge, then we could legalize everything. And I could marry you.

Michelle: That’s what we want to do, isn’t it Kelsey???

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???????????? Michelle, you couldn’t have had a baby!!!! I have NOT been ignoring you THAT much! Not to mention I don’t have an inteenimater hack.

Michelle: Kelsey isn’t my baby. This is Quincy’s sister.

Oh. Well then. Good practice for you. Continue.

Back at home it was skill skill skill for everyone around. Henry and Prudence are off outside of this picture working on cooking and writing, respectively.

Eleanor made her first ghostly appearance that night. She’s a bit of an oddball, though. She only ever comes out if Sheldon comes also and then a lot of the time she turns around and goes straight back.

JoJo: *sigh* She’s probably too embarassed to be seen in this household. I know *I* am.

What? Why?

Annie: *sluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp* *lick*

Oh.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. There’s perfectly good food in the fridge, Annie.

I just don’t like slob sims. Ick.

Annie’s habits don’t seem to keep Sheldon from coming to visit, though.

Sheldon: Hello Sadie dear, it’s nice to see you.

Sadie: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! The ghost of my dead grandfather who I never met! EEEEEEEEK!

And over she went. I wonder if this counts as breaking the noble composure handicap?? Aaroc, if you still read this can I get an answer on that??

Oh well. I was bound to have one keel over from fright or exhaustion at one point or another, I suppose.

JoJo: Hmmm.

Whatcha pondering, JoJo?

JoJo: I was wondering if I’d get more ladiezzzzzzz if I went to school like this.

My guess is yes. Yum. It’s like a GAP swimwear ad.

I don’t know about JoJo’s plan, but Prudence sure has been cozying up to the gentlemen. I think that might be a little TOO close, Pru. This story is supposed to be PG or PG-13. HANDS, PLEASE.

Henry: *thinks* Those two are awfully friendly. I didn’t even know they knew eachother.

Prudence: *thinks* Tree trunks come to mind…. I wonder why….

There’s really nothing I can say about that. It says it all on its own. Yup.

Yes indeedy, Prudence and Shravan Mather (Michelle’s best buddy) were being quite cozy. They even linked arms to walk inside.

Shravan: It’s all a part of my master plan to get Michelle to love me

Well golly, Shravan, EVERYONE wants Michelle to love him.

Shravan: But it should be ME she loves. I have sweated and slaved for her friendship since childhood. I stood by her through thick and thin.

I didn’t know she had thick and thin times.

Shravan: I was referring to her different body sculptor phases.

That’s a little rude, Shravan.

Shravan: Rude or not. I LOVE MICHELLE BELLE.

Michelle: Oh Shravan. That’s so nice of you to say. We might not be able to be together forever. But I feel kind of sorry for you. And this is definitely not the mainstream way to go and I absolutely ABHOR anything mainstream right now (being emo). So…. here goes.

Oh Michelle, don’t do it!!!!!!!!

She did it.

It kind of hearkens back to Lucy and Delbert though. And that turned out pretty well.

Speaking of which…………..

Things were going so well in the Beatle house. JoJo was just about to have his YA birthday. Everyone was happy and content. And I got to thinking about Lucy and her girls. And how it would be such a pity to waste those pretty genetics on spinster old ladies.

So…. I broke the rules a little.

Yes, I left the legacy house for 2 days. It was only TWO DAYS, I promise!!! Nothing was set to happen birthday-wise for another 4, so I figured all was safe.

Unfortunately I forgot one tiny fact. My sims lose pretty much everything in their inventories if you leave their lots. So those two moodlet managers I had? Yep. Gone. *headdesk* This is punishment for breaking the rules, I just know it.

Anywho, here’s a really brief synopsis of what I went off to do:

I aged up Felicia. (The more Paris Hilton-y one.)

And married her off to Travis McDermott here. Who, I didn’t notice until he moved in, is older than her FATHER!! (Ew.)

Nonetheless, they are expecting.

And I aged up Jasmine.

And married her off to the handsome German Lobos. Who is her age. And quite a looker. I think she got the better end of the deal.

She is also expecting.

So Lucy’s legacy lives on!!!! Now, back to our regular legacy programming.

JoJo took on German’s sister, Francine Lobos in a chess match and promptly beat her, despite his exhaustion.

It probably wasn’t fair to have him playing a teenaged girl, though.

Jude: It was SUCH a piece of cake!

Cake, you say?

It was quite convenient, being that Jude had mentioned cake and the next morning was JoJo’s birthday and all….

Come oooooooooooooooooooon, JoJo!! Let’s see some legal age schmexy!

JoJo: I have an intense desire to eat cous cous, smoke hookah, spout poetry and cry.

It’s probably a side effect of the hemp clothing you aged into. It’s very green conscious, but not terribly stylish. We’ll fix that soon. The crying thing has got to be because you’re a bit overemotional at times.

But worry not, that shall not get in the way of your life’s goal of becoming a culinary librarian!!!

After a quick makeover, I sent him to the sculptor to see if we couldn’t get a few more muscles on him. I was subsequently punished for my shallowness through his scrawnification.

This is going to mess with our plans, JoJo!

For indeed, JoJo had phoned his intended. He spent a moment to gussy himself up and make sure he didn’t have any broccoli in his teeth before he went to meet his lady love.

Meet Danna Fong. Green eyed former newspaper girl. I think she’s quite pretty, albeit in a kind of generic way. But she’s got cool neon green eyes. Kind of like the incomparably gorgeous Mia Rose*.

Well she looked at me, and I, I could see/ That before too long I’d fall in love with her.

*From the Rose Legacy by LeapsBarnes

JoJo: So, Danna, I don’t have any flowers… I could yank some off these bushes next to my house though if you like.

Danna: Oh JoJo, you don’t have to yank anything.

…

Phrasing, my friends. It’s all in the phrasing.

I think she’s wanted him for quite some time. It took only the tiniest nudge from me to get them going.

And going.

However, she had to leave before we could bust out a marriage proposal because it was getting late.

Personally, I’m impressed she liked him even in his scrawnified state.

Must be that gooooooooooorgey face of his. Yuuuuuuuuum-my!

Oh, yes, and I got him back to a more muscle-y state.

And by that time, Henry’s birthday had also arrived. He’s only just a few days younger than JoJo, you know.

Henry: I feel the magic of the rainbow coursing through my veins!

Feel the rainbow, taste the rainbow?

That just sounds plain dirty in the context I use the word rainbow in….

Henry: Heck, yea. I make team rainbow proud!

You sure do, Henry. I think the other team is kind of jealous. Although not of that belt….

Henry: It’s the texas star. Because all things are bigger in Texas.

Ohhhhhhh, the innuendo!

Despite his…. statement…. with the belt, I decided the ensemble wasn’t terribly befitting of team rainbow. So I fixed him up a bit and gave him back his signature ‘do, too. And promptly sent him off to find Jay, his… er… second true love?? (The first having been Brandt Samuels, man maid, who is too old for him.)

Henry: I think I know what I’d like to do now that we’re both adults, Jay.

Magic tricks?

Yep. I suspect there’ll be some magic shows in the lone star state pretty soon.

While Henry and Jay sucked face on the front lawn, I set Michelle to the task of seeking out more potential spouse material. Note the unattended macaroni on the stove.

However after a couple hours of waiting, I realized that the stove has some kind of AWESOME MAGICAL POWERS and will not set alight.

So……….

I brought in a stunt double and tried again.

Second time’s the charm, I say.

Henry almost thwarted my brilliant plan by using his newfound bravery to put out the fire. But I quickly X’d it out so that we could meet the fireman.

Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, Mr. Fireman. Your schmexosity has kept me from putting the walls back up.

Bad boy. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy.

So Michelle, sporting her fancy back tattoo of a dragon (betcha didn’t know she had one, did you? Neither did Jude and Annie. Oh did she get a tongue lashing for THAT one.) started to move in on Octavio Beaulieu.

Michelle: So how’d you get to be a firefighter.

Octavio: You see, mi bella, in my homeland of Italia as a child I used to like to play with the fire.

Sadie desperately wanted to talk to him too, but she was too shy to get up the nerve to do it. Must have been his intense Italian allure that scared her off.

Still, I sensed a sort of connection between them when he completely ignored Prudence in her lingerie to gaze across the room at Sadie.

Perhaps my initial plans of pairing him with Michelle were wrong???

Anywho, the next couple of days were pretty uneventful until THIS pair of cakes landed on the kitchen table. (Yes, I have finally learned to put the cakes on tables and not on counters next to walls where it is hard to photograph. Learning new things every day, you see.)

The family flocked together to celebrate the twins birthdays.

All except JoJo.

He was busy elsewhere, proposing to Danna. You go, JoJo!

Danna: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *squeal* OhmigoshIcan’tbelievetheschmexiestguyinthewholetownjustaskedmetomarryhimamItheluckiestgirlintheworldorwhat?????

Um… breathe, please. We don’t want to make him a widower before he’s even a husband. That’s too Agnes Crumplebottom-ish for my tastes.

Back at home, Prudence was positively glowing from all the love of her family at her birthday.

And once again, like a cooperative sim, she aged into something pink. But it just didn’t feel like her. But we’ll get her changed once we’re done with Sadie.

Prudence: I aaaaaaaaaaaaaalways have to wait for her. It’s SO annoying!!! Geez!

Well, you also got your own tagline. So, just deal with it and let her enjoy her brief moment in the limelight, capiche?

Sadie: Ooooooooooooooooh, I’m hungry!!! Can’t we just skip this and I’ll eat the cake?

Not if you ever want at Octavio, we can’t. You need to age up missy.

Sadie: Oh. Well when you put it that way……

Sadie: Let me slip into something a little more stylish for him.

Yep. She grew up quite well, I must say.

I think the bus driver was a bit at a loss the next morning as to what to do with himself with only one passenger. He seemed more prone to reckless endangerment, swinging his bus all over the sidewalk and whatnot.

THINK OF THE PEDESTRIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Actually…. where is Annie when you need her? Oh Annie???????? Perhaps you should go for a jog?

…WHAT? We’re going to need to free up some space here soon!

The young adults enjoyed sleeping in until noon since they didn’t have JOBS.

Oh wait.

I do exactly the same thing.

Okay, now I feel like a hypocrite.

So, I taught them the Tao of the Unemployed Recent Graduate. By which I mean I sent them on a job application spree. They had significantly more luck than I had at the beginning, all obtaining jobs on their first try. Stupid frim frabbing perfect Riverview and it’s 0% unemployment rate. GRRR.

JoJo applied for a culinary job at the bistro.

Henry decided to put in his name for some work at the………. robot Bob factory? whiskey factory?

Henry: It’s the science lab.

Oh. Well then why does it have a monument to that drunken robot, Bob*?

*Bob is from Candi’s sims 2 prettacy, I believe. He was a quite lovable alcoholic robot. It seems contradictory, but it’s true.

The newly made-over Prudence got a job in journalism.

And Sadie at the………. hospital of the mists?

Okay. Just gonna go with it.

I had been looking at them individually for awhile and I thought that finally in their YA stage they were looking kind of different, but then I caught them together in this shot and was reminded once again that they are identical in pretty much every sense of the word, save for eyes.

Sorry. I know I say it a lot. I just think it’s so darned AWESOME.

So having 3 unattached adults in the house, I had some work to do.

Octavio (right) came over and revealed his true self with a…….. euro chic, yea that’ll work……… hair style.

While Sadie garnered up some nerves to flirt with him (unflirty sims are SO time consuming) Henry went in for the kill with Jay. Needless to say, he was accepted.

Prudence put the moves on her chosen one, our man maid du jour, Donald Watts. Who is pretty good looking what with his ebony skin and icy blue eyes.

But he walked out on Pru mid-flirt. She was a bit miffed. But I let it go, since it was going to take a bit for Sadie to seal the deal with Octavio anyway.

That night, Jude, being now a high level doctor sim in accordance with my plan, had gotten an opportunity to determine the gender of a baby. Little did I realize that it was……

Jasmine’s baby! She’s having a girl. In case you were wondering.

Michelle was feeling a bit lonely as the baby of the family and took to standing around in the kitchen alone pondering things instead of socializing with her family.

Michelle: I’m emo. It’s what we do.

Really. How did she KNOW she was emo???? I contest the idea that sims do not have real AI. I think it’s there. They’re just SO smart that they fool us into thinking we control them in some small way.

This concludes the public service announcement for the Vote for Michelle foundation. Funded by the emo geniuses of Simerica.

Jude had over his next chess conquest, some old lady who he also beat quite swiftly.

SO swiftly, in fact, she was left standing bewildered by the chess board, not knowing what to do with herself.

But I had no time to spare for her. There were potential spouses to secure!!!

Sadie finally warmed up enough to pop the question to Octavio that night on the lawn.

Apparently she reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally warmed to him.

Octavio: It is my italian FIRE!

Tee hee hee. I really quite like Octavio. Such potential.

Prudence, annoyed that her sister had beaten her to the marital punch, popped the question to Donald in the most romantic of places…….. the kitchen.

And so, all that was left was to wait for Michelle to age up and to hunt down a potential spouse for HER!

This maid was out.

Sonja Trejo: Oooooooooh, that JoJo is soooooooooooo schmexy.

Yep. You and every other redblooded female in town thinks so. Take a number and get in line. Unless someone manages to off Danna after their first kid, I don’t think anyone else has a shot at being his bonny bride.

Sonja: Off her, eh? I shall think on that matter and get back to you.

Just don’t take tips from any bears. They’re miserable assassins.

JoJo took one for the team and called in a false alarm to the police station to see what they had to offer. They sent…… his green eyed clone. One Preston McIrish.

Yep. Looks like good Michelle spouse material to me!!! I might just get my JoJo schmexy even without JoJo!

JoJo: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?????

Well, as I was writing this, Michelle was a bit ahead in the polls. I don’t know if you’re going to make it, hon.

JoJo: WOE IS ME!!!!!!!!

It’s such a tough thing. I really like all of the sims this generation.

Michelle: OH! I’m ahead in the polls??? I guess that means I’d better hurry up and get down to business with the growing up and whatnot.

Good plan.

Although I recommend you change first. That mom outfit isn’t going to draw in that copper I chose for you.

Michelle: Is this better?

Much. She toned down the emo look a bit. But it’s still signature Michelle. So we phoned up Preston.

A testament to my rockin’ photography skills. While I was lining up this shot, Michelle walked straight into it obscuring Preston and his……. unique off-work look…… from view.

And of course, we can’t really end with anything but a mini cliffhanger…….. sssssssoOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Until next time!!!

Come back for the crowning of the heir or heiress. The entrace of generation FOUR! Better character development (because it’s hard to have dynamic characters when there are EIGHT frim frabbing sims in the house). And of course MORE Beatles antics.

Next time, the spouse mystery tour!

Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up WE’VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED, roll up for the mystery tour.
Roll up SATISFACTION GUARANTEED, roll up for the mystery tour.
The magical mystery tour is hoping to take you away,
Hoping to take you away.

Ringo and Paul: We hope you have enjoyed the show!!

You still have some time left to vote in the heir poll. So make sure to support your favorite Beatle in his or her quest to rule the clan!!!

 

 

Since this is a chapter all about finding spouses, HERE is a bonus song by Joshua Radin that you can download. It’s a pretty awesome song off of the soundtrack for an indie film titled “Adam”, called When You Find Me. I’m pretty much addicted to it. And the movie is stellar too. The download is on mediafire. I don’t actually know if it really works or not, since I got my copy off iTunes, but an article I found had linked it.

 

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Chapter 3.2: We’re Gonna Have A Good Time

For this chapter’s soundtrack, please wait several slides until directed to begin the soundtrack.

Ringo: I like the snazzy new suits. They’re much more freeing than those long coats we had before.

Yea, that was a mistake originally by me. I downloaded the long mandarin coat instead of the short one. Now you have the stylin’ short jackets.

So, how ’bout a tune to kick us off, boys? Because that’s how I like it.

John and George: How about a DANCE NUMBER!!!

um….

Perhaps just a song?

Please start the soundtrack now, by CTRL-clicking here, clicking the play all link, and returning to this page. The first 13 seconds of the first song are pretty darn cute to watch though, so you might watch those and THEN come back here to read.

Ringo: And now we’d like to do something ,um, we don’t often do. Give someone a chance to sing who doesn’t often sing. And here he is, all out of key and nervous. Singin’ act naturally….. RINGO!

They’re gonna put me in the movies/ They’re gonna make a big star out of me
We’ll make a film about a man that’s sad and lonely/ And all I gotta do is act naturally

When last we left the Beatle family, Exhibitionist!Annie had just given birth to the 5th child and Sheldon’s ghost came out to do some laps around the house to celebrate.

Seriously. Sheldon’s an odd ghost. Most of the time all he does is come out, walks a lap or two around the house and then goes back in. Once or twice he stopped in to play some computer games.

Henry here, in the tradition of ridiculously adorable children, plays with his beloved bear Serena. Why he named it Serena…. I don’t know. But they have a deep unspoken bond.

Serena: When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful….

Not a Beatles song, Serena. (But a good song nonetheless. When Somebody Loved Me. From the Toy Story 2 soundtrack.)

Handsome young JoJo was reelin’ in the ladies from the get go, visiting the home of this… striking young lady as his first conquest.

Eliza Simovitch: *heavy breath* He’s my frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend.

Um…. o.O….. yea…. you know he can only marry a service sim, right….?

THANK GOODNESS.

So Eliza left him alone for the most part after that. I don’t think JoJo was too upset about it.

JoJo: WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I’m free of that creeper breathing down my neck!!!!!!!!

Jude took on the lip-eating father (grandfather?) of Eliza, Vadim Simovitch in a round of chess once again.

Jude: Second time’s the charm! *smiles*

Aww, good job Jude. Nice to see you lost the cocky attitude too.

Annie was teaching the girls to walk. And she was even clothed for once!!!!

*headdesk*

Eleanor was a bit at a loss as to what to do with herself. She had retired from her job, her beloved Sheldon was gone, and she had maxed her guitar skill. But I heard the guitar challenges are massively difficult so we decided to skip going that route for her elder years. Thus, she jumped on the treadmill to see if we couldn’t get an athletic point out of her.

However, mid jog, she was called in to celebrate a birthday.

The Beatle family lives in style. Yup. Definitely no rotting juice cans here. No sir. That’s an airwick air freshener just SHAPED like a juice can. It’s releasing a puff of fragrant and lightly green colored perfume.

Eleanor: *tries to hold breath while celebrating*

Henry: YAY! I get to gwow up!

Awww, look at his enthusiasn. Little does he know that being a kid is just about the most boring thing there is in sims.

Henry: This is my faiwy dance. Like tinkerbell!! FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Apart from the yellow shirt, I think he turned out rather sultry looking. For a kid anyway.

He has also developped something of a crush on the man maid. He watches him whenever he’s around and gets this really bashful face if the guy actually acknowledges him.

Henry: Um… er…. welll… the win-win-win-windex is uh….. um…….

Brandt Samuels: It’s okay kid, I think I see it over there.

Henry: *swoon*

He’s kind of old for you Henry…. But since you’re adorable and my favorite, I shall secure you a handsome young gentleman… when you’re a bit older.

I’ve just seen a face/ I can’t forget the time or place where we just met

Henry: I don’t know if I can ever overcome this overwhelming love I feel for Brandt. *sigh*

Poor Henry. Love is tough.

I’m gonna break their hearts all ’round the world / Yes, I’m gonna break them in two

And show you what your loving man can do/ until then I’ll cry instead.

The best I could offer for the moment was to spend some bonding time with JoJo over a rousing game of chess.

Henry: I’ll take it.

I love how they think the longest about which pawn to move first. Seriously boys, it’s not a huge decision here….

While the boys were outside skilling, Eleanor finished up the last of her painting skill challenges. POINT!!!

Also, I think this is a kind of fun painting.

She gets interrupted a lot though. Mostly because Exhibitionist!Annie and Jude had a magic addiction. I guess if your assistant was an exhibitionist, you would have a magic addiction too.

Anywho, it’s time for Michelle, the last of the pack to enter toddlerhood. Phew.

Exhibitionist!Annie: OMG! What is IT??

Um…. your baby….. who is having a birthday….. remember?

Annie: Oh, right………. what’s her name again????

Little Michelle was a bit neglected during her infancy.

Didn’t stop her from inheriting the cute toddler genes though. Awwwwwwwww. And she actually aged up into a decent outfit too!!

I think it’s interesting to note that amongst the 5 kids, there are 4 different hair colors.

Here, Michelle displays a medium brown that is slightly lighter than Annie’s hair tone. JoJo has a similar color, but it’s the same darkness as Annie’s. Henry got Eleanor’s strawberry blonde, and the twins are standard blondes like Jude.

Fun!

The toddler pack wreaks mayhem on my house most hours of the day.

The pink one and the blue one are good buddies though. Here we see the pink one keeping an eye out for the blue one. Or perhaps I should say the aqua one? Since Michelle is wearing blue? Or maybe I should just bite the bullet and learn their names…?

…………nah. Not yet.

Annie: and then she said she was going to hit me with a shovel if I wore my underoos during another birthday party.

Michelle: Shovel!

… What??? I think Eleanor said that. Why on earth would you blame ME?? *innocent whistle*

Since all we have is toddlers, toddlers, toddlers. And a couple of kids…. pretty much the only thing happening ’round here these days is birthdays.

Speaking of which, it’s time for the twins to grow up! I haven’t worked out how to do simultaneous birthdays yet, since sims INSIST on cancelling what you tell them to watch whichever lucky birthday girl got to the cake first. So here’s the pink one first.

BLAST OFF!

Blonde, pouty, purple-blue eyes. Yep. It’s a Beatle kid.

This here is Prudence. Once I get the twins made over I promise to start using their real names. Practice makes perfect right???

Chants: Prudence in pink! Prudence in pink! Prudence in pink!

It’s like deja vu.

Only it ends with weirder shorts.

And Annie’s gold eyes.

So while the twins are changing into their outfits, I remove the cribs and set up their color-coded room.

I actually quite like the wallpaper. It speaks to my inner 7 year old girl.

TA DA!

Twins to the MAX! Seriously. I have never had such identical looking kids before. It’s weird. But cool.

For the record, Prudence (in pink) added bookworm to her traits. Sadie added coward.

Jude has been trying to soothe my aching heart after losing Sheldon last chapter by prancing about in his speedo next to the new house.

I appreciate the effort Jude. It might not be GAP ad undies. But it’s a close second.

He used his schmexy genes to mesmerize Lorraine Cantina before their chess match.

Despite the fact he put on some more respectable clothes during the match, his tactic won out on Lorraine. She couldn’t focus on the match because she kept thinking

Lorraine: I’d like to jump in bed with THAT!

Sorry Lorraine. He’s a married man. And a faithful one too, despite my early considerations of an affair with the handylady.

Papergirl Lydia Sauer comes sniffing around out lot quite a bit. I think she either wants to be triplets with the girls (she could be too. saving for the green eyes. which are cool.)

Or she’s in love with Jude.

She did stare at him for several hours while he was playing chess.

…….

What is with the CREEPY service sims. At least 50% have a hidden creepy gene. And 25% more have a run-away-from-legacies gene. Which only leaves 25% for me to choose from. Creepy is hard to breed out.

Is it one of the twins, gone rainbow conscious?

No!

It’s one of Lucy’s twins!!! I don’t really know which one. But there’s a giant pack of blonde twin girls running around this town. Kind of like a horror movie. ATTACK OF THE BLONDE TWINS!!

And now it is time for an irrelevant but timely blonde joke:

A blonde asked someone what time it was, and they told her it was 4:45. The blonde, with a puzzled look on her face replied,

“You know, it’s the weirdest thing, I have been asking that question all day, and each time I get a different answer.”

She was there to celebrate JoJo’s birthday! Huzzah!

Originally, I thought this was kind of a boring and generic picture when I then noticed Delbert in the background asking the brunette in the pink if she was single!

DELBERT YOU FIEND! Lucy is going to wring your neck if she finds out!! Probably literally.

It takes quite a bit of time for parties to be assembled enough to get on with the sparklies. So by the time JoJo was finally twinkling away, he was quite hungry.

He even made a dive for the cake mid-sparkle in a desperate plea for food.

JoJo: Something just dropped!!

Your voice?

JoJo: So, being it’s my birthday and all and I’m a teenager now I was wondering if maybe I could…. you know….

HANDS, JOJO!

JoJo: But… it’s my birthday!

I said NO! Besides, she’s too old for you. See how she’s taller than you?

Lucy’s daughter, like a good little girl, stared appalled at the pink twinset lady who was giving in to JoJo’s charms. While she simultaneously cleared the dishes. Aw. Now I feel kind of guilty for banishing her from the legacy to grow up in the home of an evil mastermind mother and a dimwitted flirting father.

Lucy, however, was a bit upset that her daughter was not acting in the evil fashion she had brought her up in and proceeded to give her a tongue lashing for her good deeds.

Strange messed up world, ain’t it?

After a long, eventful day of birthday parties, dealing with evil aunts and good cousins, and restraining teenaged boys hormones, the Beatle family went happily to sleep.

And stalker Lydia Sauer creeped around in the house until 3 in the morning.

CRAZY!

Sheldon came out to chase her away and watch over the well being of his family.

Also I think he just really missed Eleanor. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!

Bus mysteries:

According to my user panel, it claims that there are 4 children on this bus. The twins and JoJo and Henry.

So….. where is Prudence???

Upon further investigation I have discovered that only 3 children ever ride the bus at a time.

Why? I don’t know….

Another potential spouse.

Possibly Lydia Sauer’s twin brother. Same green eyes.

I have Annie go chat him up, just in case he was lucky enough to be born without a hidden creepy stalker trait.

Annie: It’s really strange, all the kids teddy bears have disappeared. I mean, I knew they stopped playing with them awhile ago, so I put them in storage, but when I looked in storage they were GONE.

Mysterious.

Henry brings home this lovely young lady whose name I forget. Perchance to start a rainbow themed club?

Henry: And we could have everyone bring cookies to the meetings and do a cookie exchange!!! It would be so much fun!!!

Rainbow girl: I think that’s a great idea. Maybe you could bring some cake too!

Cake?

Ahhh. Yes. Once again.

Birthday!

(Insert something witty about birthdays here. There have been so many this chapter, I’ve run out of things to say.)

Henry: Then maybe you could focus on getting me OUT of this awful ensemble!

Right away!

Since I was sick of birthdays and it was only his YA to Adult birthday, Jude celebrated alone in the corner.

He looks exactly the same.

Just in case you were worried.

All is well.

Henry, on the other hand, got a stylin’ makeover as his induction into club rainbow.

Although Jude lectured him on his choice of pajamas.

Jude: Young man, in this house we all wear gray gap underwear.

While they argued, Michelle had her kidification party. YAY! No more toddler skilling!!!!!!

Is it just me, or does the toddler birthday almost always look like they have explosive gas….?

Michelle: Check it! I’m adorable!

But not as adorable as you WILL be.

Enter: adorable double bun hair!!!!!

(From NewSea)

The parade of birthdays continued. Annie cautiously approached the cake, knowing deep within her soul that as soon as she turned elder she wouldn’t be able to wear her exhibitionist undies anymore.

And so it was done. After a swift makeover, Annie is fully unrecognizeable. Seriously. I forget it’s the same sim. Sometimes I wander past her and I’m like, who’s that strange grandma sitting in the living room. Oh! It’s Annie.

However, as a birthday present, Annie got: the completion of the legacy house!!!!

Ta DA! Here it is, in all its gray symmetrical glory.

I’m not much of a builder or a decorator. The main point is that it’s a lot bigger than the temporary legacy shack was.

The biggest addition to the house is the TV, which the Beatles have yet to ever have in their home. Mostly because they are a black hole, stealing sims from their skilling and socializing pursuits. But I put one in. Because it looked like it needed one.

This picture commemorates the twin’s teen birthday. It is also one of the few pictures in which everyone in the family is at least partly visible.

From left to right (in case you forgot): Jude, Henry, Eleanor, Sadie (blue), Prudence (pink), JoJo, Annie, and Michelle.

One BIG happy family.

Prudence was quite cooperative and aged up into a pink pantsuit so I would recognize her. However, I think the pantsuit is not quite befitting her personality.

But she left it on while we did Sadie’s birthday.

Sadie was a bit less discerning in her choice of ensemble.

So Prudence got made over in a cute little pink sundress and the same hair she started with.

While Sadie got a blue top and jeans and some really cute hair that you can’t really see well. Apparently she’s still a bit shocked by the transformation.

Sadie: No, I’m stunned because you knew my name!!! That’s never happened before. Prudence has her own chant, but I’m usually just the other one!

Awww. Poor Sadie. Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I actually like you better than Prudence.

Prudence: I heard that. Grrrr.

I’d like to mention at this time, yet AGAIN, that I am upset you can’t interact or get to know the drivers in any way, shape, or form. Because I like this bus driver man here. He would make the perfect spouse if one of the girls becomes heiress.

Henry always has a lot of girlfriends hanging out. I think they are drawn to his good looks, stellar fashion sense, and winning personality.

Sorry ladies, Henry isn’t for sale in that market!

Brenna Calhoun: Awwww. But he’s so dreaaaaaaaaaamy.

Michelle, meanwhile, brought home more questionable friends.

Dear Shravan Mather,

Despite have a fun name like Shravan, you are not elligible to marry the fair Michelle. Because first and most importantly, you are not a service sim. And second, as before mentioned, this is not an uglacy. But I will pass on word of your name to those who write uglacies.

Sincerely,

Chalcedony

The twins don’t usually bring home a lot of friends, but I think that’s mostly because they are besties. Here is a shot commemorating their BFF status. Awwwwwww. It’s good to see sisters getting along!

Spouse Scouting Edition #3346875

This young man is a good potential choice, being he is not blonde. However, I am not terribly fond of using the Annie hair two generations in a row. I am holding out for red.

I am considering Mara Hawks, our maid when Brandt Samuels is unavailble, though. Because she is gorgeous. Even with the same hair color as Annie’s.

I am NOT considering the pizza man, however. Because he’s blonde. And he booed Henry. NO ONE BOOS HENRY YOU CLOSED MINDED FRIM FRABBING LITTLE…. WHY I OUGHT TO COW PLANT YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW, BUT THEY DON’T HAVE COW PLANTS YET SO YOU BETTER RUN YOUR LOW PAID BLONDE BUTT OFF MY LOT AND NEVER COME BACK.

Handylady gets a shot though.

Okay…. enough of the potential spouses.

Prudence decided to go for a visit to her cousin’s to see how things were going in the Jones manor.

Lucy’s girls, Jasmine and Felicia, are really quite stunning. They have Delbert’s full lips which I think gives them a kind of less trampy Paris Hilton kind of look.

*sigh* Why must the really interesting genetics be elsewhere?

Oh well.

Henry meanwhile was on the phone with his crush in the park, asking him out on their first date.

WHO COULD IT BE?????

No. It’s not Brandt. He’s too old, remember? Despite the depth of their love. I don’t want Henry to die old and alone!

So I found this winning Brandt replacement! Meet Jay Dunn, who I think might be Brandt’s nephew or something. They look strikingly alike. Only Jay has violet eyes.

Henry seems satisfied. He swiftly puts the moves on him.

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But Henry is a gentleman and doesn’t kiss on the first date. So they end a beautiful night with a nice little hug.

I was scoping Jay out in Henry’s relationship panel when I noticed he was a babysitter. Alas. All the pieces in place for Henry to be their heir, but unfortunately these two could not produce a bloodline child! I can’t move Jay in if he doesn’t contribute. I can’t call Henry heir unless HE contributes. I don’t have the same-sex hack. WOE is me!

However, I suppose I can be happy in knowing these two can be together in a gigantic spare’s mansion and live out their days in marital bliss and complete financial comfort, instead of being skilling baby machines in the legacy house.

It’s better this way. Really.

Henry’s tips for avoiding the cops when you’re out past curfew:

If you drive a cop car, they are likely to think you are also a cop and thus will not stop you when you are on your way home.

Sheldon’s old cop car really does get a lot of action.

While Henry was out on his date, Michelle took the liberty of having the LAST birthday party of the chapter. YAY!

You say it’s your birthday /It’s my birthday too–yeah
They say it’s your birthday/ We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday/ Happy birthday to you.

You were just waiting for that one all chapter weren’t you?

She’s airborne!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…. she lands in a zebra top and tweed pants.

Um.

Yea.

Stop laughing in the background Jude, I see you. That’s not polite.

So Michelle gets a quick makeover. A bit of an edgier look for her, because she’s the baby and she wanted to break from the mold her prepster brothers and sisters before her had set. Also because it looks darn good on her.

And so was supposed to end another chapter of the Beatles legacy. But THEN I heard the sound of thunder.

Darkness descended upon the Beatle household.

JoJo briefly stopped talking to the former newspaper girl he’d been working on.

I scanned the premesis.

Grim lurked in a corner! But who is he here for??????

For that answer and more, you shall have to wait until next time.

George: Come back again  for MORE exciting Beatles goodness. Until then, we hope you have enjoyed the show!

To conclude our chapter, here are some lyrics from a song I’d never heard before. Just because the Beatles have SO much material. It’s called Piggies.

Have you seen the little piggies / Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies / Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in.

There is an HEIR POLL now as well.

<– Chapter 3.1 Chapter 3.3 –>

Chapter 3.1 A Splendid Time is Guaranteed for All

For the YouTube soundtrack for this chapter please CTRL-click this link to open a new tab. Press the play all button and return to this page to read the chapter while enjoying the soundtrack.

Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite/ there will be a show tonight on trampolines/

The Hendersons will all be there/Late of Pablo-Fanques is there/ What a scene

Have you seen it?/ It’s great, they got stuff!

…

I think perhaps Ringo here has been enjoying some time with Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, if you catch my drift. That was practically nonsensical!! There are no trampolines in sims!!

Ringo: I was just trying to tell them we’ve got a good show tonight.

Oh. Job well done, then!

When last we left the Beatle family, the house was being taken over by a GNOME ARMY!!!

Oh wait… no. That never happened. I was just playing with my camera hack features.

But really, when you think of it, what with those Mysterious Mr. Gnomes and all, I think it’s something we should be on the lookout for….

When last we left the ACTUAL story, I was baiting you with my crib predictions again.

Second time’s the charm, I hope.

DANG FRABBIT!!!

Well, putting aside my ineptitudes for fortune telling, we must welcome JoJo to the family!!! To the stats!!!

JoJo Tuscon Beatle

Virtuoso, Excitable

Favorites: Classical music, Cookies, and Spiceberry

Hmm. So far so good!

JoJo was a man who thought he was a loner/ But he knew it couldn’t last/

JoJo left his home in Tuscon, Arizona/ for some California grass

Jude: Darling, you know we need to have another child. The voice in the sky requires there to be a “spare” just in case JoJo is mysteriously offed.

Not the most romantic of propositions, Jude, but I guess whatever gets the deed done.

While Jude and Annie were doing magic tricks, Lucy decided to drop by for a brief visit. Apparently she was accosted by an anti-fashion mob while she was away, taking in the heinous purple dress she arrived in.

Oh and who is that you’ve brought with you, Lucy?

Lucy: Dude, Sammy followed me. You know what a creeper he is!

I meant the baby…. I knew Sammy was coming. Although the fact we actually PAY to have him here every day is still something of a mystery to me.

Lucy: This is Jasmine, my slightly elder daughter.

Oh yes. Lucy had twins! Courtesy of the fertility treatment I bought for her per Delbert’s instructions. Delbert finally exacted his revenge!

Anywho, Jasmine here is a Virtuoso Genius who apparently wishes that SHE was in the legacy what with rolling the family trait all on her own. Sorry sweetie, but no dice.

Her twin sister Felicia, however, is a Heavy Sleeping Loner. Winning combination right there. Truly.

So, moving along with family updates. Annie worked on her extremely annoying and time consuming fishing goal.

Annie: I like the big ones.

…

That’s what she said!!!!! (Oh you know you were thinking it.)

Sheldon, having already completed his lifetime goal, spent some quality time with his grandson JoJo.

Sheldon: Um…. what do I do with it? I forget.

JoJo: waaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It appears he’s hungry Sheldon. Or he wants to choke you. I’m not entirely sure. (Look at those hands!!!)

Jude finally finished the, albeit wavy, portrait of Eleanor. POINT!

Portrait painting is a bit of a mystery to me, though. Because Jude paints one like this….

…while Eleanor turns out this much more satisfying version. Frankly, I think that’s the best I’ve seen Jude look! Are you sure you didn’t doctor the photo, Eleanor?

Eleanor: I might have done some slimming about the nose…. I’d like my genetics to be remembered in the most positive light possible….

Eh, works for me!

SheldonClone! mailman comes by every so often just to taunt me. *sigh*

And so it felt like it was but a few days before it was time for JoJo’s toddlerification.

Well actually it WAS only a few days. But no one really did anything interesting in that time span, so we’re skipping straight to birthdays.

What I want to know is how an infant has the upper body strength to do a sit up like that….

YOW-ZAH!!! That’s one good lookin’ baby!!! Well done Annie!

I should mention here that JoJo does in fact have Jude’s light light purple eyes. However I did end up downloading that colorful eyes hack I wanted, so it somewhat overrides lighter colors giving them a sort of bluish tone.  But you can still see the purple if you look closely.

Eleanor was promoted to conductor and recieved this nifty penguin suit for her toils.

Actually, you are looking a little beaky there Eleanor….

Eleanor: GRRR.

She’s kind of irritable lately. Must be menopause.

THAR SHE BLOWS!!!!

Annie is pretty close to the big day. And I do mean big. WHOA. That better not be triplets in there.

Her ballooning girth didn’t stop her from teaching her son to speak. In her lingerie.

I’m not sure that’s appropriate, Annie.

Annie: It’s much more comfortable this way. It’s breezy. Like I’m one with nature.

JoJo: Nature!

I have a funny thing about finding out what each baby’s first word is. So expect lots of photos like this. Exhibitionist Annie here is almost always in her undies, and, as you will soon discover, has quite a few babies.

Speaking of which, here comes #2!!!

…

No. Not like that. Mind out of the toilets people!

Jude, for his part, was excited enough to run to the hospital.

Jude: *thinks* I wonder if when I am a chess champion they will put my face on a box of SimmieO’s….

Jude Beatle, master of off topic thinking.

As you can see here, Jude was more interested in eating pancakes than in greeting his new son Henry.

Henry Equus Beatle

Virtuoso, Grumpy

Favorites: Latin music, Cookies, and Aqua

Messrs.K and H assure the public their production will be second to none/ And of course Henry the horse dances the waltz!

…. What? I like horses.

Jude: So we just had a baby. You know what that means.

Annie: MAGIC SHOW.

Wait a minute! I did not authorize this… magic show!!! We have an heir and a spare. STOP! YOU MAGIC FIENDS!!!

Darned family oriented sims and their baby making wants.

Although these two do throw some beeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutiful babies. JoJo could be a toddler model. For serious.

Like father like son.

It’s good to see these two spending some quality time together.

Jude, I think, has a secret family oriented trait. He prefers to cook with Sheldon or snuggle Henry over practicing his chess like I told him to.

Guess I can’t reprimand him for that though.

Awww.

Eleanor was finally promoted to the top of her career, achieving her lifetime wish and 2 points for me!! Yay Eleanor!

AND it was time for her wrinklification. Big day for her.

However, I should have realized that all news comes in threes.

Eleanor: I thought it was all BAD news comes in threes.

Yea… well…. this is just news in threes.

1. Promotion

2. Birthday and………

…Sheldon? Why are you all sparkly and floating in a golden light.

Sheldon: My magic powers have escaped my ability to restrain them?

…3. Sheldon died. In the middle of Eleanor’s birthday.

…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Grim: Sheldon Murillo Beatle, your time has come. Your deeply ingrained magical abilities have finally worn away your physical body. Come with me to the land beyond. They are waiting for you to show them your magic.

Eleanor: Buh-but Sheldon only shows ME his magic tricks. Waaaaaaaaaah!!!

Grim: It is time. Oh, and happy birthday Eleanor!

Grim you have some timing. THIS does NOT a happy birthday make!

Don’t you just hate it when your cell phone goes off while your father is dying? It really ruins the mood.

Exhibitionist Annie, who of course is in her underoos, looks a bit appauled that Jude didn’t put it on silent. Me too, Annie, me too.

In Memorandum:

Sheldon Murillo Beatle

Sheldon was the most beautiful specimen of a founding spouse I have ever run across. He was deeply dedicated to his wife and sharing his “magic” with her and with the world and he was very skilled with his wand. He floated his way up to the top of the Spy career ladder. He is survived by his wife Eleanor and his two children, Lucy and Jude. Sheldon will be sorely missed by many.

May he rest in peace.

I seriously could have cried at this. I do believe I loved Sheldon more than any other sim I’ve had. He had the most magic.

Still, life must go on. And Eleanor here needs to have her birthday. I was still overcoming the shock of Sheldon’s passing, which is why the walls are down.

I was also a bit irritated that these two could muster up so much enthusiasm only 10 minutes after Sheldon died.

Geesh these sims move on FAST.

Eleanor: Ohhhhhhhhhhhh the weight of the world without my Sheldon is just too heavy!

Eleanor did her best to console her pain by spending more and more time with the kids.

Being that with the passing of Sheldon we also lost Sheldon’s income, I sent Jude down to the hospital to get a job. I’ve got a plan in the future involving the generation 3 heir, a high level doctor sim, the TV, the stereo, and a whole lot of apples or watermelons…

Yea, but that is much later.

Jude decided that the best way to console his pain was to enjoy some fine cuisine at Le Bistro.

Where he strangely ran into an entirely made over Don Lothario!

Why the change of look, Don?

Don: Well, now that I’m a new Dad I figured I’d better act the part.

New Dad you say?

Don: Yes! I had a daughter with my ex girlfriend named Nakisha. Unfortunately I don’t see her much. However, Buck and I adopted a little boy!

Say wha???

I did some investigating and it was, in fact, true!

Meet Brock Lothario, son of Don and Buck Lothario.

Cute little bugger!

And now back to our regularly scheduled Beatle programming.

JoJo was being a generally adorable and happy toddler. The best of toddlers: the first one. They get so much attention and accomplish so much without a massive mountain of toys and skilling items floating around.

Ahhh. Treasure the peace while you can.

Eleanor got her elder makeover.

You look pretty darn good for an old woman, Ele.

Eleanor: Sunscreen and avacado masks.

Hmmm. I’ll remember that.

Annie had some weird cravings like “eat autumn salad in the park”. I don’t know why it had to be in the park. But I must admit it is scenic.

However, I was very annoyed to find that this did NOT fulfill her wish to eat autumn salad in the park because APPARENTLY she had to bring multiple servings of it. PFFFFFFFFFFFT. Fussy pregnant sims and their picky wishes!

Jude finally started working on defeating ranked chess players by tackling this man: one Oscar Alphender. Jude beat him pretty easily.

And he celebrated with a bowl of SimmieO’s while Annie dined on cake.

I really do treat my pregnant sims very well. No work or nothin’!

Annie: I’m not sure it’s an entirely fair trade when you consider the pain of giving biiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Why you little punk! She stole the police cruiser to go to the hospital!

Annie: This way I can get there as FAST as possible!

Annie happened to be leaving right in the midst of Henry’s birthday.

She came out of the hospital with…. a basket….? Why do you need a basket…?

Uh oh.

OH.

NOES!

TWINS!!!

At home, sparkles flew.

Awww! Isn’t she the cutest widdle girlie you’ve ever……… hold up. That’s Henry. Henry is a BOY.

Hmm. It would appear Henry is a supporter of team Rainbow from birth.

Okay, I don’t have a shot of the twins together yet, but they are both girls. Stats:

Prudence Day Beatle

Virtuoso, Hates the Outdoors

Favorites: Classical, Hamburgers, and Hot Pink

Dear Prudence/ Won’t you come out to play/

Dear Prudence/ Greet the brand new day

Sadie Sequsie (prounounced SECKS-EE) Beatle

Virtuoso, Genius

Favorites: Pop Music, Stu Surprise, Turquoise

Sexy Sadie how did you know/ The world was waiting just for you

Henry ended up getting a makeover just because that bob looked really rather odd on him. Although it’s interesting to note that ADDITIONALLY (besides the hair and the shirt) his diaper has pink dragons on it.

Yup. Definitely Team Rainbow.

Proof there are baby girls.

This is…. oh heck, I don’t know. I can’t tell until they’re toddlers and even then I refer to them mentally as “the pink one” and “the blue one”.

Jude’s second chess conquest is Meadow Thayer Carpenter-Rhodes.

Yikes!!! She didn’t age well…..

Jude: It was like playing my infant daugher. Easy peasy.

Smug much, Jude?

Henry: Tired!

Henry, on the other hand, apparently has MIND READING ABILITIES!!!! The Sheldon magic lives on!

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE. IT’S LIVED ON ENOUGH. THERE ARE ALREADY FOUR KIDS. CAN’T YOU STOP????!

They’re like rabbits. Or catholics.

*No offense to Catholics. I have a lot of good Catholic friends!

Eleanor: And then the Grim Reaper ruined my birthday by taking my dear, dear Sheldon from me.

Henry: Gwim Weeper!

That’s a bit of a dark subject for a toddler, Eleanor. But then you have a history of that….

JoJo spends a lot of time with his bear, Kathrine these days. Mostly because he’s already got his major skills down and now there are two infants and another toddler in the house, so there isn’t much time for anyone to pay him any attention.

Kathrine: It’s okay. I shall stand guard over his happiness.

Good to know he’s in good hands… er… paws.

Chess round 3: Cherry Kanto.

She has such a unique fashion sense. I think she might take her name too literally.

This is your just desserts for that last woo hoo, miss exhibitionist Annie.

Seriously. 90% of the time she’s in either her lingerie or her swimsuit. If there was a nudist trait I am CONVINCED she’d have it.

She even attended JoJo’s birthday in her swimsuit.

Apparently it was a pool party, because Jude wore his too.

Yum.

JoJo grew up and inherited… Sheldon’s cloak of invisibility?

Oh. Nope. But he did get some pea-green pajamas. To the dresser!!!!

JoJo: I like these pajamas because they have my favorite color, spiceberry, while at the same time remaining at least somewhat butch what with the skulls and all.

Kathrine: Just as long as you don’t become emo and start sewing weird patches on me and covering me with sharpie.

Really. Emo kids do weird things with sharpies. At least when I was in high school they did.

Jude was finally defeated in one of his chess conquests.

I think Vadim Simovitch tricked him by mesmerizing him with his ability to almost swallow his own upper lip.

Exhibitionist Annie ran about training the children and then putting them in the wrong cribs. That is NOT Henry’s crib missy.

Annie: I stopped to admire my beautiful tummy. Ahhhh! I love children.

Okay, I admit. I changed her LTW to Surrounded by Family. We were already on our way to 5 kids. So I figure we’ll get it over and done with. Mostly because I don’t think I can handle doing this again.

Is it Sadie? Is it Prudence?

I have no idea.

Let’s just count this picture and the one before it for both of the twins. Because really, it looked EXACTLY the same.

Pre-makeover.

Prudence in pink. That’s how you remember. I have to tell myself that over and over. These two look SO much alike.

Particularly from behind. Seriously, how would I remember which was which?

“Prudence in pink” is my motto. And it makes my life a LOT easier.

There is one tiiiiiiiiny difference. Sadie has Annie’s gold eyes.

And Prudence has Jude’s purple ones.

Otherwise they’re completely identical. COM-PLETE-LY!

First word log:

The pink one: LOVE!

Lucky, lucky Jude. This one’s going to be a heartbreaker when she hits her teens, I’ll bet.

Little genius Sadie on the other hand, is a bit more progressive.

The blue one: Eighth note!

I am always on the watch for potential future spouses. I like this girls green eyes. But I think she will end up being too old for most of the Beatle kids. And with Annie and Sheldon both being an entire generation older than their respective spouses, I think for gen 3 I want someone the same age. That way I don’t have lonely elders roaming about.

So that eliminates you, handsome albeit generic looking man maid.

Man Maid: Darn.

Sammy Felix, it would seem, is finally done haunting us. Golly, I hope he didn’t die or something!!

… Okay fine. Whatever gets him and his creepy bug eyes out of my house works for me. Death, plague, whatever! The bug eyes…. they haunted me.

Jude was practicing so that he could take on Vadim again with new confidence.

But I also think he was delaying the match until he got a promotion because he didn’t want to be seen in his pink scrubs.

Eleanor was still feeling the loss of Sheldon. She would wander off to their former rendezvous place to play woebegotten guitar tunes. *sniff* It’s just all so SAD.

This is either:

1. Banned for life!!!!!

or

2. Annie giving birth to the 5th frim frabbing kid.

Considering Jude is freaking out GAP-style, I guess it must be the second.

Welcome to the family, Michelle!!!

Michelle Belle Beatle

Virtuoso, Absent-Minded  (Headaches here we come)

Favorites: Pop, Pancakes, and Aqua

What’s with all the kids and aqua?? Jeez.

Michelle, my belle/ These are words that go together well/ My Michelle.

Michelle, my belle/ Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble/ Très bien ensemble.

Sheldon was so excited about the french lyrics that he made his first appearance that night!!!

… Or perchance it was coincidence.

However THAT is where I shall leave you.

Next time:

-FIVE frim frabbing kidlets growing up

-The quest for the perfect spouse

-The sub-plot that I promised you for this chapter involving the beloved individual that I didn’t get a chance to fit in because this is already so long!

-and as usual, MORE Beatles goodness!!!!

Ringo: I hope I look as good as Eleanor does when I’m all old and gray.

Sorry to tell you Ringo, but I’ve seen the future and it doesn’t pan out well for you. Nevertheless:

Both: We hope you have enjoyed the show!

Thanks for coming!! See you next time!

<– Chapter 2.3 Chapter 3.2–>

Chapter 2.3: I Wanna Hold Your Hand

For the YouTube soundtrack for this chapter, CTRL-click this link and press the play all button in the new window. Then return to this page to read the chapter while your soundtrack plays.

NEWS UPDATE FOR INQUIRING MINDS

Q: Why does everyone look different?

A: It’s because I downloaded some new skins. So now they should all look slightly more realistic.

Here comes the sun doo-doo-doo-doo/ Here comes the sun/ And I say, it’s alright

Little darlin’/ It’s been a long cold lonely winter/ Little darlin’/ It feels like years since it’s been here.

It’s barely been a week since our last update. That’s a bit overdramatic, Paul.

Paul: Perhaps just a bit.

I think I shall have to come down there and give you boys a chat about this intro business.

But that John… ooooh…. the words won’t be so harsh for him!!

(My simself appears to have a thing for John. Not sure why. I personally like Ringo best. But yes, this is sim me, kindly demonstrating the fact that I have downloaded lots of fun new custom content for my sims. Including this snazzy outfit.)

Alriiiiiiiighty, boys! We’ve got to work on this intro thing here.

John: Why’s that, love?

Because we’re really stretching to make some of these lyrics fit.

Ringo: Well then maybe we should be more specific.

John: We can’t change the lyrics to our songs!

Hmm… Good point. Okay then. Loosely based lyrical intros they shall remain.

John: So where did we last leave off?

Why with the youngins growing up, of course! There was a nifty heir poll to decide who would be the next heir to the Beatle empire!!!

Sim-me (to since forgotten random neighbor): So you see, you had to go to the boolprop site and vote for who will be the heir to the family empire.

Neighbor: I didn’t think families had heirs anymore. That’s a bit old fashioned, isn’t it.

Yea well, this is a legacy. You have to have an heir in a legacy! So….. who won??????

Lucy? Or Jude?

Well, I was on my way over to find out the answer to that question when I happened to stumble upon…. THIS!!!

Don Lothario is actually settling down!!!! With Buck Broke!!! Who’d have thunk???

Which in doing so, he managed to tick off his very pregnant former girlfriend, Constance Shelley.

Constance: Blah blah blah. It’s all words with you Don!!! But your promises never last!!! I hate you, I truly hate you!!!

Ringo: I think I’ve stumbled into some drama…Best be off now….

Run, Ringo, Run! You do not want to see the wrath of a pregnant lady scorned.

But apparently Don made it out unscathed.

Don: Don’t listen to their silly words, Buck. My eyes are only for you now! I may have many things in my past that I regret, but I know that in my future there will be so many things to be proud of, if only my future can be with you!

All together now: AwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

And they were indeed married that very night, in a quaint private ceremony there in the park.

*sigh* I love happy endings!

…

Hmm…?

What, now? Oh. You wanted to find out who won the heir poll? Well silly me. Let’s go find out!!!

Lucy here got a nifty makeover courtesy of all my fancy new custom content. I think it more suits her inner evil diva than the gypsy look she had before. But alas, it was all for naught….

… because Jude shall be our heir!!!!

Jude: eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy *fonz style*

It was a tight race. Neck and neck. It ended 6 for Lucy and 8 for Jude. I was so distraught personally, I kept going back and forth and back and forth between the two of them. Thank goodness I didn’t have to decide!!!!!!!!!

*The Fonz is from Happy Days a wonderful old TV show. He has a very specific way of saying “eyyy”.

CONSTRUCTION UPDATE

Before we begin scooting along with our regularly scheduled legacy program, I shall show you the current progress of the future legacy mansion. The mansion is being built in stages and the Beatles hope that it will be completed in time for the introduction of generation 4. Yes. You heard right. Four. It’s slow going with the building in this family.

Lucy, however, while she was still a member of the family, decided to do her part by going to get a job. She nabbed Sheldon’s police cruiser and zipped off to her establishment of choice.

Baby you can drive my car/ Yes I’m gonna be a star/ Baby you can drive my car/And maybe I love you/Beep beep, beep beep, YEA

Despite being apparently possessed by some kind of evil demon.

Lucy: No. I’m just checking out my new styling puffed up hairdo. It’s so tall!!

… Please, not while driving Lucy.

So along she went on her merry way to find a means to make an honest days wor….

Wait a minute there. Why are you going into that abandoned warehouse….?

Lucy: I’m going to get a job here.

As what?

Lucy:….a  historical refurbishment crew member?

You liar! You’re getting a job in the criminal career track… AND YOU STOLE YOUR FATHER’S POLICE CRUISER TO DO IT YOU EVIL EVIL SIM, YOU!!!

Lucy: I figured if I came here in a stolen cruiser it would impress the don so much that he’d give me a job for sure!!!

Pfff. Just don’t let him know your “stolen” police cruiser belongs to daddy!!

Despite my reservations about her career path of choice, Lucy did get a job. After which she immediately came home and bought…. a birthday cake?

No one around here is having a birthday, Lu. Everyone just aged up!

Lucy: *fluffs hair* Yea, well, I have a special guest coming over soon. It’s for him.

Vasyl? But he’s already an adult….

WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?????

Lucy:….nothing…..

Then why do I see a teenaged boy running down the street.

Hey. He looks kind of familiar.

Who is that….?

Hmm. Reddish hair… chubby cheeks…. it’s….. IT’S…..

Nope. Not ringing a bell.

Mysteryman: For me???? Awww, you shouldn’t have.

Darn right we shouldn’t have. I don’t even know who you are.

Mysteryman: forgot….. me…..?

ACK! ACK!!!

No! I mean… we know exactly who you are!!! And we are just SO excited to spend your birthday with you!!!! You didn’t have to set the kitchen on FIRE!!

Mysteryman: Ahhhhhhhhhhh! What have I done???!!?? FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Call the firefighters!! Someone CALL THE FIREFIGHTERS!!!!

Sheldon: Ahhh! I didn’t want to be caught in my undercover chef uniform!!!!! It just adds too much around the middle, you know.

JUST. CALL.

A blazing inferno was aloft in the kitchen and I was worried the Beatles were going to be gone before they’d really earned their fame!

Didn’t stop me from enjoying the schmexy fireman though. Rawr to you too Mr. Firefighter.

Lucy: Oh! Mr. Firefighter, I am so afraid!! Please help us!

Pull down that skirt there, Lucy. He’s not facing you, so your….er…. charms…. aren’t going to work at this moment.

Lucy: *pouts* I wanted a child with the pyromaniac hidden trait for my evil empire.

Not going to happen. Because 1.) you’re not the heir. and 2.) I already selected a spouse for you.

So Lucy went off to sulk while insurance replaced our countertop and cake and Mysteryman got on with his interrupted birthday.

Mysteryman: Wait…. I don’t know if I’m ready.

Lucy ran back in.

Lucy: Oooh!!! He’s changing!!! Yay!!! Let’s see what all my work has done!!!!

….I am more than slightly terrified….

Ahhh! He’s radioactive!!! Run!!!! Hide Jude!!! We have to protect his virility!!!!!

Mysteryman: I feel WONDERFUL!

Great… So Mr. Wonderful…. can I call you Mr. Wonderful? Would you prefer to go by something else? Say perhaps, if you weren’t called Mr. Wonderful what would we call you then….?

Lucy: So now that you’re all adult and all… well…. how would you feel about becoming my betrothed?

wait… whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???? You already have a betrothed, Lucy!!!

Lucy: But I don’t love Vasyl! I love Delvin!

Delvin…. as in…. Delvin JONES?

At last, the mystery is solved!

Oh yea I tell you somethin/ I think you’ll understand/When I say that somethin/ I wanna hold your hand

Lucy: Oh Delvin, just think of the wonderful things we can do together. I can marry you now, since I’m not going to be an heiress. Your white collar family and your riches won’t stand in our way anymore!

*raises eyebrow* Riches, huh? I think I see why you’re interested.

Lucy: SHUT IT, YOU!

Lucy: So Delvin, I love you. Be mine!

Ahhh. I see what she has mesmerized him with. EYES UP DELVIN, EYES UP TO SAVE YOUR FUTURE!!!!

Delvin: Tee hee hee. Boobies.

*headdesk*

And when I touch you I feel happy inside/It’s such a feeling that my love/ I can’t hide!

And so she put the “magic” moves on him.

Really, it all took about a nanosecond to happen. She already had him brainwashed from childhood to follow her around like a trained puppy. This was just the last step to seal his fate, I suppose.

Poor Delvin Jones, you had such a bright…. okay well, no, you didn’t have a bright future really, since you were dumb as a box of rocks, but at least you weren’t about to become the puppet to an evil mastermind seductress.

To some, a ring, for him, it’s a finger sized shackle made of diamonds. A miniature ball and chain. A drain on the lifeblood of his existence. A….

Lucy: ENOUGH!!!

Eeep! OKay. Shutting up now.

Jude meanwhile was cleaning the dishes.

Yup. Love me some dishes.

He did, however, shortly thereafter manage to break the computer in an entirely unauthorized session of computer games. I swear, every time I turn my head one of these sims is messing with either the VR headset or the computer. Jude here should be a LOT father on his chessmaster goal than he is, but the darned computer always reels him in with its seductive powers.

… In hindsight that’s more true to life than I realized….

They sent this lovely specimen of a handiwoman to fix it up. I contemplated awhile on pulling a complete 180 and switching her to be the future spouse, but then it occurred to me that several of the votes were based upon the fact that Annie Elmore (Jude’s intended) was better than Vasyl and it really would be rude of me to switch last minute.

Plus this leaves open some options for a steamy affair with the handygirl later!!!

Gretchen McAlister: I’m getting OUT of here!!!!!

You can run. But you can’t hide!!!!

Speaking of which, we need to get our ACTUAL spouse over here.

Jude:…. and then I’d let you lick the spoon.

Annie: Oh, Jude! You have such a way with words!!!

o.O

Sim flirting is not my area of expertise…. but….yea.

Jude:… just like a zucchini. A really big zucchini.

Annie: *giggles*

…

……..

No comment.

He goes in for the kill.

DOUBLE-WHAMMY!

This kid’s on fire!

Wait…. wait….  I think he’s going to…. NO, IT COULDN’T BE!!!!!!!!!

HOMERUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the crowd goes wild!

Well…. someone went wild anyway. I see those floaty heart petals!

Annie: Gosh, I’m just SO excited about our wedding.

Jude: It’s like I can already hear the wedding bells.

So being the deed was already done, Jude and Annie did their wedding up classy-like. In the kitchen, with her in her underwear.

Jude, for some reason, is almost always dressed for EVERYTHING. I actually have to ASK him to change into his underwear for certain activities. A Sheldon he is not.

Speaking of which, where is Sheldon? Or Eleanor for that matter….?

Eleanor: The construction site for our new house is kind of creepy…. It’s dark in here.

Then why are you in here, Eleanor?

Eleanor: Oh… no reason….

SECRET TRYST!

Although you guys do have your own room, you know. With lights. And a bed. Like 10 yards over there. *points*

Sheldon: It’s mmmmrf too crowded mmmf at home.

Ah. I see your point. Well. Whatever keeps the passion alive you two!

I seriously love these two. They actually met out in the dark of the abandoned house autonomously to make out like teenagers. It’s just so darned cute!

Annie meanwhile got a makeover, including some fancy new undies I found that I think Jude will enjoy very much.

However, I severely underestimated the power of a man to be completely focused on sports no matter what.

Jude here had his eyes completely GLUED to the sports game he was playing on the computer….

….DESPITE the fact his new bride was levitating in her lingerie next to the desk.

Men!

…

I don’t like that look.

Delvin: OW! My neck!

LUCY!!!

Lucy: (from far off) I can fix it!

Delvin: Yup… allllllllllllllll better! Who needs to look to their left anyway?

Lucy: If I look at the ceiling maybe it will be like he’s Robert Pattinson…..

Not likely, but give it a try.

Elesewhere:

Annie: *gasp*

Ooooh! What?

New maid: Come on, Jude, baby, you know how we maids like to clean up dirty things. Rawr.

o.O

Don’t listen to her, Jude! You’re a married man. And your wife is in the room!

Jude: *thinks* think of toilets. yea. yea. grandma on the toilet. cold showers. baseball. grandma playing baseball in the shower. wait… I don’t have a grandma…. um…. umm….. dad in the bathroom….

Jude: Nope, not interested at all.

Annie: It’s because I’m just so SMOKIN’ hot!

In your cardigan and mom jeans. Yup. That’s it.

Jude still can’t completely kick his childhood germophobe habit. He absolutely HAD to clean the toilet even when the maid was there.

Jude: Geeeeeeerms.

It’s okay Jude.

Annie here took up a new hobby, given I haven’t found her a job since she left the babysitter profession. In fact, it has a lot to do with her lifetime wish.

To have the perfect aquarium!!! I can just feel the headache coming on from THAT one.

Speaking of which, here are the rest of her stats:

Annie Elmore Beatle

Slob, Family-Oriented, Kleptomaniac, Angler

Favorites: Pop, Autumn Salad, Aqua

Brought $2,062 and 4 points of guitar skill.

Annie: I had to sing kumbaya a lot to the kids.

Ahh.

And things went along as usual, with Steve driving the taxi everywhere.

Hey, wait, Steve. Did you dye your hair?

Taxi-man: I’m not Steve.

WHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?????

Taxi Man: My name is Jacques Dewey.

But… but…. what happened to Steve Rosario??? And why do you have the exact same hair as him, apart from the color????

Jacques: It’s a bald man’s union thing. We’ve secured practically a monopoly on the free taxi business.

I fail to see how that is useful, Jacques. I want to know what you have done with Steve.

Jacques: Steve is retired now.

We shall see. *coughkidnappercough*

Annie, meanwhile, seemed to find that the Beatles cooking disagreed with her.

It must have been an epidemic, because Lucy was hugging the toilet bowl too.

Lucy: *thinks* But it’s strikingly clean. Jude did a lovely job.

o.O

Well…. she always was nice to him.

Lucy and Annie even bonded over their mutual illness with a rendezvous in the bathroom.

Lucy: Hoooooooooooo boy! We’re gonna need a match.

Very ladylike, Lu. *snort*

Lucy: It is time. Time for me to put my diabolical plan into action!! Bring me my henchman forth!

Husband, you mean?

Lucy: That’s what I said.

No, you said…. oh nevermind.

Lucy: Goodbye! Goodbye!!! I’ll miss you all!!! I love you!!!!

Some evil plan. Psssh. I think she’s secretly a big old softie deep down inside. Except when it comes to Delvin… Delvin brings out the true evil in her. I’m not really sure it’s healthy….

Jude tried to paint her this colorful goodbye present, but he didn’t finish it in time. It’s just as well though, because *I* really like it!!!

*hangs on the wall*

Lovely!

Lucy and Delvin drove off in their limo into the sunset.

Delvin, I think you underemphasized just how RICH your family is.

Lucy: But I still figured it out!! Bwahaha!

Oy vey.

Delvin: Sometimes I think I should be worried.

You should, Delvin, you really should.

Something in the way she moves/ attracts me like no other lover

Like when she judo chops you in the neck….?

So poor poor Lucy has left the legacy house for this pathetic shack here that Delvin and the Jones family live in.

Yea. I’m not pitying her either. Moving on!

Sheldon finally reached the top of the special agent career track and now he gets to cruise around in this snazzy ride…. with Jacques.

Steve-stealer! WHERE IS HE????

Jacques: I told you, he got a new job as a Sim-Mart greeter.

That’s not what you said last time…. I see through your ruse. You are not to be trusted!!

Despite being chauffered by Jacques the evil carpool driver, Sheldon continued being the complete B-A he is and took the opportunity to go STRAIGHT to the abandoned factory to do a raid.

He only found some minor documents with info worth $350, but still. *I* was proud of him. He was EIGHTY FOUR at this point. YOU try being that productive at 84!

Jude started working on his portrait skills, seeing as Eleanor would be joining the gravity-challenged pretty soon here and I needed her picture before her knockers became intimately acquainted with the floor, if you know what I mean.

Unfortunately, he, like his mother, didn’t quite get the right idea from the start.

It’s SORT of like Eleanor, Jude, but I’m looking for more realism, please.

And while we’re at it, I’d best give Eleanor a makeover so she looks a little more like someone in her 50′s.

You really just can’t get away with tummy shirts and mini skirts anymore, Ellie dear.

She was less than pleased with me.

Eleanor: You gave me MOM hair.

You do have two fully grown children.

Eleanor: MOM. HAIR.

Well now you look more like your “portrait”.

Try again, Jude.

Sammy Felix, our regular maid, still skulked about the house lamenting the fact that HE never made it into the legacy family.

No, seriously. He actually would walk around and BOO at my sims when he went past them.

Right now he’s mad because Jude scooped up the plates to wash before he could get to them.

Jude: I don’t trust him. He wants into this legacy TOO badly.

Good point, Jude. Definitely hide the things we eat off of from the jealous man maid. That’s a poisoning incident waiting to happen right there.

Eleanor was hard at work at portraits though, and given she has a little more experience than Jude, this portrait of Annie turned out rather well.

Speaking of Annie, I wonder how that stomach bug played out for her?

Annie: Ooooh. I think…. I THINK….!!!! JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tum de dum. This is the door that leads into what will be the baby’s room.

Oh. You want to see?

Okay.

It’s nothing much yet. I put this crib in here because I’m making predictions for a girl. But we all know how good I am at predictions.

But this is where I shall leave you for tonight.

Next time:

Babies!!!

Birthdays!!!

and… Goodbyes???? OH NOES!!!!

John: Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Like that?

Sim-me: No, it’s more like eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. (2:15) Stick with the singing, okay John?

John and Sim-me: We hope you have enjoyed the show!

See you next time!

PS The last “soundtrack” song is really just a bonus John Lennon clip, since he was our featured Beatle today for the most part. So you should go watch that.

<– Chapter 2.2 Chapter 3.1 –>

Chapter 2.2: Help! I Need Somebody!

For the YouTube soundtrack for this chapter CTRL-click this link to go to the soundtrack page. Click on the play all link in the right hand corner and then return to this page to enjoy the soundtrack while you are reading!

I look from the wings at the play you are staging/ While my guitar gently weeps/ As I’m sitting here, doing nothing but aging/Still my guitar gently weeps

Well, I am staging a play, George, but hopefully it’s not so terrible as to make your guitar weep. In a sad way anyway. I’ll accept tears of joy, though.

For those who don’t know what Mr. Harrison here is talking about, you have found yourself in Chapter 2.2 of All You Need Is Love: A Beatles Legacy for the Sims 3 where I am striving for 10 generations of sims in honor of the royalty of rock and roll, the Beatles.

George: *puts away guitar* So where did we leave off last time?

When last we left the Beatle family, Eleanor was racking in the dough by playing tunes in the park for admiring fans. Sheldon was working his way up the police career ladder on his way to being a super spy by way of digging up dirt on his OWN BOSS. And Lucy and Jude were finding their personas.

George: I am skeptical as to why this is interesting.

Well, there was also a mystery involving the men’s restroom at the gym, and Eleanor’s race against the clock to paint a portrait of Sheldon before age and gravity have a major party on his schmexy face!

George: Ahh. Much more exciting.

Lucy here really is a quite pretty sim. I saw her standing here, doing her Dad proud in terms of giving the slightly quizzical, slightly PO’ed look that is so popular with models (and which Sheldon likes to use on me to make me give him what he wants).

However, I shortly realized that she was NOT model posing.

She was staring at Delbert Jones, whose home she visited last chapter. She wasn’t really fond of him, but the little bugger won’t leave her alone and so he followed her home.

Still, the glare might be a bit cold, Lu. I know you’re evil and all, but is all that really necessary?

Lucy: Yes.

Why?

…

Delvin: I’m trying to see if I can see my BRAIN!!

…

Well, he might make a good henchman one day? I believe extreme dimwittedness is a prerequisite for a good henchman…?

Lucy: Yesss…. perhaps I CAN use him!

Leaving Lucy and Delbert to do something or other that hopefully won’t end with Delbert losing a limb or vital organ, I went to check up on the other members of the Beatle family.

Jude here is quite the chess aficionado. In fact, very shortly into childhood he decided quite firmly that his only goal in life was to be a chess legend.

Jude: And I shall move this cauliflower here.

… Keep at it, Jude. You’ll get there. That “cauliflower” is called a rook, by the way.

Sheldon was compiling more info about his boss, George Dean into a report.

You look a bit annoyed, Sheldon.

Sheldon: I have discovered that George is taking money under the table. He’s selling agency jobs!!

That’s despicable.

Sheldon: I know! He didn’t even OFFER me one.

Maybe because he knew you couldn’t afford it?

EEEK!!! Lucy, you’ve broken his neck!!!

Lucy: No… I just cricked it a little. I can fix it.

I think maybe we should just send him home. You’ve “played” with him enough today as it is.

Lucy: *pouts* Fine. See you soon, Delvin! *maniacal grin*

Delvin: *whimper*

Lucy: I have such PLANS for that boy. If only I can hunt down some nuclear waste and a bagel slicer.

You’re scaring me, Lucy. Really. You’re like 12. How can so much evil be inside ONE 12-year old girl?

Lucy: Evil things come in small packages! Bwahaha.

…That’s not quite how the saying goes. Although, in retrospect, tomagotchi’s* came in small packages…

*Ridiculously annoying/evil “virtual pet” toy from the 90′s. Mine liked to die twice a day. We made a thing of it. >.<

Eleanor’s art corner:

With the pressing deadline of Sheldon’s wrinklification looming closer and closer, Eleanor begins practicing her portrait painting skills.

Eleanor: This one is of Jude!

Yea, it does look a bit like Jude. But perhaps we could go for something with a little more realism?

We must do what we can to encapsulate all that schmexy into a portrait. Because this is just about the last time I get to examine an edible item that Sheldon is holding/standing next to.

Bread and jam– It would appear the jam is grape.

Yep. You were all dying to know, I am sure.

Somewhere along the line, Jude developed a very odd preoccupation with things being clean. He was concerned about the general state of cleanliness in the house. He talked about it whilst playing chess with his sister.

And made her talk about it at breakfast the next morning.

And then it became so heightened, that he ran around cleaning things!

Jude: Geeeeeeeeeeerms! They are everywhere!!! ACK!!

He recycled the papers.

And even cleaned the sink!! Seriously people this was all autonomous. I did not issue a single click instructing him to clean. I respect child labor laws.

Eleanor, however, was not being so autonomously awesome.

Eleanor’s art corner:

Eleanor: I call it fireworks at sunset!

BUT IT’S NOT A PORTRAIT!!! HOW WILL WE COMMEMORATE THE SCHMEXY????

PAINTPAINTPAINTPAINT!

No.

I like it, but NO!

…

…….

……….

2 things:

1. ?!!?!

2. BANNED FOR LIFE!!!!!!

Sheldon: I feel funny.

Me too Sheldon. Like my heart is being ripped from my chest.

Sheldon: No…. it’s more like I’m more in tune with gravity.

Sheldon: And let me tell you, gravity is one major pain in my…

Sheldon:… raging arthritis.

Woe is me. Sheldon, the most beautiful specimen of a maxis-made sim I have run into yet has entered crumblyville.

He celebrated his entrance into the golden years like every good elder should.

A loooooooooooong, deep conversation with the deities of the porcelain throne.

As you can see from the facial expression, Sheldon appears to be in deep, deep constipation concentration.

Despite the fact that I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry from the heavy aesthetic loss of young!Sheldon, life in the Beatle household went on as usual.

Jude obsessed over the general cleanliness of the place.

Lucy decided that to enact her diabolical plans for the world, she would need more funds. So she took up writing as a hobby. And she started out at skill level 3!!! I didn’t realize that one of those toddler skilling books gave WRITING points. Total score!

Her first novel, a fiction piece called Blatant Lies.

…Interesting choice, Lu.

Lucy: I am practicing for the future. You don’t get to the top of the world of evil without being able to lie through your teeth like a PRO.

But do you have to write about it?

Sheldon: I’m too schmexy for my….

AGGHHHGHG!!!! My eyes! Sheldon, you just can’t DO that anymore.

Sheldon: Awww. *hangs head*

Jude: Really, this place is FILTHY. Can’t we hire a maid or something???? The germs are everywhere. They’re choking me!!!!

Sheldon: Well all of this vegetarian food is choking ME! We don’t get a single meat entree in this house.

That’s because you have almost no cooking skill, nor does anyone else in this house. AND I don’t want to put up with Jude sucking face with the toilet 5 hours a day.

Jude: Yea, but I really want to try cheesesteak. I think I’d really like it. It’s my favorite food and all, you know.

A vegetarian who loves cheesesteak? But having a sim who is both good and evil is “conflicting”. Pfffffffff. Hypocrites.

FYI: Jude’s favorites, as I forgot them for the last chapter, are cheesesteak, indie, and sea foam.

Sea foam…. hmm…. methinks a makeover is in order! To the dresser!

I feel that it brings out the nice purple shade of his eyes.

And is far more flattering than THIS ensemble that Sheldon has on…. hey wait a minute. Sheldon, when did we get a treadmill? We don’t need a treadmill when you can just as easily go to the gym.

Sheldon: The… gym….. *shudder* I shall never go THERE again!!!

So, needless to say, I was unduly curious. And conveniently I ran into a sim who has no name and wished for his face not to be seen in this photodocumentary, who happened to be on the scene when the event occurred.

Please note that no-name’s voice has been changed to protect his identity.

No-name: It was awhile back. Back when things were simple and straightforward. I was at the gym, just going about my business in the bathroom. It was…. a particularly…effective business… so I didn’t really want anyone to see my face afterwards, but there were people in the bathroom, so I hid in one of the stalls to wait it out.

Hopefully you had a gas mask.

No-name: I choose to ignore that comment. So, I heard some people come in. Naturally, I got curious. So I peaked over the stall door and I saw Sheldon coming in to change.

No-name: He had finished up changing when we both heard some noises from the guys who came in before him. I had thought they were just changing and stuff, lots of rustling. But Sheldon went over to look.

No-name: He looked so shocked by the sight, I was afraid to see what it was. I dared to turn my head to peek.

No-name: And I saw Don Lothario and Buck Broke!

No! Really?

No-name: Really! And I think…. I think there might have been some *cough* woohoo.

But public woohoo isn’t even a sims 3 feature!

No-name: I know. Apparently their love was so strong they found a way around it.

No-name: I think Sheldon was terrified into hysterics. He went running out of the bathroom at breakneck speed mumbling something about wands.

Ah! I see. Mystery solved! Apparently Sheldon must have seen a little more magic then he was comfortable with.

***This flashback brought to you by Stunt!Sheldon in “Riverview 2″, who doesn’t really look a whole lot like real Sheldon, which is why I was artistically hiding his face to keep up the realistic element of it all.

Sheldon: uuuuuuuuuungh. I don’t ………… urf………. have a problem with them being together. I just didn’t want front row seats to the magic show.

Fair enough, Sheldon, fair enough. Now just run on your treadmill. I won’t make you go back to the gym.

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

Eleanor’s been working on this interpretive piece for a little while now. I think she’s trying to win me over with pop art. Because you know it does look a little bit like a perso…

wait…

a person?!

COULD IT BE????

IMMORTAL SCHMEXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was so happy with Eleanor, that I let her go down to the park and play her guitar, something I’d been depriving her of while I was mad about Sheldon’s portrait.

She’s actually very good and she gathered quite the little crowd to see her play. In fact she made FOUR new friends just because she is such an awesome guitarist.

I KNEW there was some Beatle deep deep down inside of you, Eleanor!

Even Buck Broke turned out to hear her play.

It’s okay Buck. You can come out whenever you want! We’re all supportive here. Plus if you take the Don off the market, the ladies don’t have to worry about him anymore… Although it might hurt the legal system, what with the fact that lawyers pretty much solely make their money on his harassment cases….

Wait… why DOES he harass so many women?

Buck: I asked him that and he said it’s because he’s like “the Todd*” and appreciates all forms. But he says our love is truly special.

I’m sure it is, Buck.

*from the TV show Scrubs.

Meanwhile, Jude was enjoying ice cream the side of his torso…. this kids going to be a whale pretty soon what will all the food being twice the size of him… when he happened to hear some noise in the background.

Run to the sparklies, Jude!

Oh… and watch your head Lucy! That looks a bit painful.

Lucy: I think I jostled my brain when I rammed it on the underside of the desk. YOU SHALL PAY FOR THIS BRAIN. grrr.

You’re so evil that you’re plotting against your own brain….

…yet you’re wearing a light blue button down and khakis.

Lucy: *ponders* Hmm, yes. This look, while pretty, is not quite befitting my personality. I feel a bit like mother’s blonde clone.

Indeed, you look it too.

So a quick trip to the dresser and mirror and………

Lucy: BwahahahahAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Eeep!

For being evil, though, Lucy is something of an affectionate sister. She always makes time to help Jude with his homework. They’re actually quite good friends.

I get by with a little help from my friends.

Oh yea??? Well I get…. nevermind.

Jude: So Lu, since you’re a teenager now and all, you must be a much more complex person. What would you say is different about you now that you have hormones? Aside from the fact we had to stop mid meal so you could change into your leopard underwear.

Lucy: I hate swimming.

Jude: Whaaa? You’re afraid of water???

Hmm. This will be interesting. I’ve never played with a sim who is hydrophobic before. As far as I can tell it doesn’t really do a whole lot except semi-ban them from swimming…. Hm… It’s always good to have something to hold over my sims heads as punishment….

Although, in Jude’s case, I just like him so much that I give in to his puppy eyes every time. I finally caved and hired a maid.

THIS was the creeper they sent. I would consider him as potential future spouse for Lucy, except Sammy Felix here has a few problems:

1. He’s an adult (probably not even a YA) and she’s a teen. 2. His name is Sammy Felix. 3. He has creepy bug eyes when he looks at ANYTHING.

Seriously Sammy. You just don’t live up to the high standards we have set in this family. Although I do enjoy your purple eyes and red hair.

We really need to pick out our potential spouse!!!! Help!

Help! / I need somebody

Help!/ Not just anybody

Help!/You know I need someone/ Help!

I did however, notice the perfect candidate in Lucy’s relationships panel. A former newsboy gone teen named Vasyl Hannah….

I don’t know how I feel about a whole generation with someone named VASYL, although I suppose there are a lot of jokes there. Plus I did fall quite in love with a Sheldon.**

**For comic genius unquotable here due to potential bannedforlife issues, please see quote regarding the lovemaking of Sheldons, from the movie When Harry Met Sally conveniently located here (Skip to minute 6:18  until  8:17).

Meanwhile, Eleanor was TRULY rockin’ the park to the utmost. However, apparently her genius was just too much for some people.

Because someone up and died in the middle of her concert in the park performance. How dare you put a damper on Eleanor’s show! It was very inconsiderate of you to die at this exact moment.

Ghost: … well I didn’t exactly CHOOSE this time. It was him. *thumbs at grimmie*

*stares down grimmie*

Grimmie: Well really he was due to go on Tuesday,  but I needed a good excuse to come to the park because *I* wanted to see the show too.

You did?

Grimmie: I did. I’ve heard great things about you Eleanor Rigby Beatle. I got a man named McKenzie who keeps tabs on things for me up here.

…Father McKenzie?

Father McKenzie, wiping their death from his hands as he walks from the grave/ No one was saved.

The whole thing really startled Hal Breckinridge here, who passed out on the grass.

But I kind of ignored him in general because I saw…

…this Sheldon-clone mailman!!!

But it would be too weird for Lucy to marry a clone of her father.

*sigh*

Still, it was a nice reminder of good times gone by.

The REAL Sheldon has been living his golden years with grace so far. He didn’t even complain when Lucy slammed a door through his torso.

Sheldon: Woo…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Or maybe he did…

Jude: Do I really want to do this? I mean Dad lost so much face time when he grew up.

That’s because he got all old. You’re getting one step closer to a LOT more face time.

Jude: Oh… well, when you put it that way!

Jude: Look at the little floating sparklies. It’s so magical.

We’ll see if it’s magical or not very soon. Finish your twirling and let me look at you.

Jude: Whatever, man.

Well he got the teenage attitude, that’s for sure. What happened to my sweet little chess nerd germophobe?

Jude: Eh.

Teenagers. Pfft.

Doesn’t look too bad though. I think he inherited more of Eleanor’s looks, so he won’t end up being  a Sheldon clone.

Speaking of which, Sheldon is doing quite well on his quest to become a super spy. He’s at level 8 now!! Wooo, go Sheldon!

The teens spend their time predominantly on the phone, buttering up their future spouses to be.

Yes, I have selected one for Jude too. Her name is Annie Elmore and she’s a babysitter. (This is an NPC based legacy, remember? They have to marry NPCs.)

Which reminds me, you’ve been waiting to see Lucy’s paperboy, haven’t you?

Well, then it’s rather convenient she just invited him over, isn’t it?

Lucy: So I think you’d make a perfect addition to my master plot to rule the world. It comes with excellent costuming.

Vasyl: I’m not so sure…. you look kind of young.

Frim frabbit! He aged up recently. Now I can’t have her date him. Grrrr. Well…. we’re pretty close to finishing out her teen years. Maybe we can wait him out. If he’s worth the wait, that is.

Let’s see.

Oooh. Nice. I like the green-y gray eye color. Yes, I think he shall be satisfactory.

Vasyl: I feel like a show dog.

More like man-candy, but call it what you will.

Back at the park, grimmie came once again for one of Eleanor’s return engagements.

Move up another appointment grimmster?

Grim: Nope, this one was due to go. The music spoke so deeply to his soul that it well… left his body.

Wow. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

Grim: Oh, it’s good. And here’s a tip for you sweetheart. Keep up the good work, your music is amazing!

Grim. tipped. Eleanor.

THAT IS SO AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He even hung out for about an hour to listen to her. Thanks, Grim! You’re way more awesome than the bad rap you get!

Sheldon kept on digging up dirt on his boss in order to get enough to finally oust him. But he kept turning up intel on the goings on of George Dean’s… friend ? John Lessen.

However, all that work was giving him quite a few LTH points, which I had been ignoring until this moment. So I took a look and I noticed a reward I had not bought before.

The body sculptor.

Looks quite ominous, doesn’t it?

So Sheldon went to give it a try.

AcK!!!

FAIL FAIL!!!!!! I said more muscular dang frabbit!!!

And then it wouldn’t let me turn him back to normal until he got home from work!!

Jude: So Annie, we just got this new body sculptor machine and it has some pretty hilarious results. Do you want to come over and check it out?

Just be honest about why you want her to come over, Jude. Being straightforward is the best way.

Jude: So basically I want you to be my betrothed. I know it’s kind of an antiquated concept, but that’s how we like to do it in legacies and…..hey….. you look awfully tall….

THE FRIM FRABBING GIRL AGED UP TOO!!!! Seriously people, these sims were teens when we initiated the plan to betroth them. I don’t know why they keep aging up just before coming to visit.

Annie: It’s an escape tactic. I’ve heard about “legacies” and they don’t sound at all pleasant.

Eleanor was quite happy to be in one.

Annie: Well then she must be insane.

She is, thankyouverymuch!

And so shall you be, if Jude becomes heir. I like your golden eyes.

Annie: Why couldn’t I have had boring boring black eyes????? WHY????????????

Jude didn’t mind putting some age-gap appropriate moves on her, despite her issues with legacy living. Annie though was NOT so appropriate. HANDS, please!!!

Jailbait? Heck yea.

He has clearly inherited Sheldon’s hidden dreamy trait.

*Awesome lighting courtesy of the Body Sculptor. Otherwise to be used with EXTREME CAUTION.

Eleanor’s art corner:

“An ode to the food we eat”

You do eat a lot of quick meals…. maybe I’ll make the new spouse a cook?

Eleanor’s art corner:

“I’d like to be under the sea”

I’d like to be/ under the sea/in an octopusses garden/ in the shade/ He’d let us in/knows where we’ve been/in his octopusses garden/in the shade.

Eleanor has a very active imagination.

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

“Hootie”

In memorandum of Hootie the pufferfish, who lived with me when I sublet an apartment between Sophomore and Junior year of college. I recently heard he passed away. He was the best of fish. May he rest in peace.

But even in death, we must remember there is life all about us. And in sims life means………….

BIRTHDAYS! (Well… until there are babies anyways.)

…Yea…. it seems a little fast. I might have let my finger slip and click on the cake a little before the birthday reminder came up…. but the teens weren’t doing anything interesting being that their intendeds were both already frim frabbing grown-ups.

Enter the rainbow light, Lucy!

…Why are you thinking about biohazards in the bathroom, my dear???

Lucy: Because I would like a little privacy for a certain activity, please!!! You have seen my adult look and my makeover, now be OFF with you!

Another hallmark of legacy livin’ is the extreme lack of privacy. Perhaps that’s part of the reason Annie doesn’t want to be a Beatle….?

Well, I suppose I could go to that other birthday that my finger accidentally clicked on……

Jude: Edward Cullen’s* got nothing on ME!

You are indeed very sparkly.

*From Twilight….. but you probably already knew that.

Jude’s really grown out of his awkward phase.

Yes…. I think he shall be quite nice. Not to mention, Sheldon told him where to go to buy his underwear!

And THAT is where we shall finish for today. I have a handy-dandy HEIR POLL!!!!!! (The Heir Poll is now closed.) for you to take. Because how else shall we decide between the girl with kaleidescope eyes* and the boy who carries the world upon his shoulder**.

Next time:

-See who shall become heir!

-The beginnings of generation THREE!!!

-Old biddies being amusing!   (Wait who…?         You’ll have to come back to find out!)

-and MORE Beatles-y goodness!

So don’t forget to vote! And thanks for coming!

*Lucy

**Jude

George: Help me if you can, I’m feeling down.

Why’s that George?

George: Because I only got one picture in this whole chapter.

None of the rest even got a picture at all.

George: I have an idea!

For what?

George: More screen time.

How are you going to do that?

George: I’m going to sing the rest of my song!

I look at you all/ See the love there that’s sleeping/ while my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor/and I see it needs sweeping/ still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why/nobody told you/how to unfold your love

I don’t know how/someone controlled you/they bought and sold you

I look at the world/and I notice it’s turning/ while my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake/we must surely be learning/ still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know how/you were diverted/ you were perverted too

I don’t know how/you were inverted/no one alerted you

I look from the wings/at the play you are staging/ while my guitar gently weeps

As I’m sitting here/ doing nothing but aging/ still my guitar gently weeps

(The original Harrison version)

As ever, we hope you have enjoyed the show!

<– Chapter 2.1 Chapter 2.3 –>

Chapter 2.1: All Your Life, You Were Only Waiting For this Moment to Arise

First, some brief administrative notes:

1. Now featuring NON-GIANT pictures!!! Wooo!

2. In lieu of the mp3 I had on here originally, I will now be featuring a “soundtrack”. To use the soundtrack, open up this link from YouTube in a separate window. (If you hold control while pressing the link, it should open in a new window all on it’s own! In firefox at least.) Press the play all button in the right hand corner. Then return here to read the chapter while the soundtrack plays along!

Now, on to the show!

Hello and welcome back once again dear readers! For those of you who find yourselves lost, you have arrived at chapter 2.1 of All You Need is Love, a Beatles Legacy for the Sims 3 where we shall quest for 10 generations of sims in honor of the fab foursome: the Beatles. And hopefully make it out on the other side alive and with sanity intact. But only time will tell on that one.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river/ With tangerine trees and marmalade skies/ Somebody calls you, You answer quite slowly/ A girl with kaleidescope eyes/ Cellophane flowers of yellow and green/ Towering over your head/ Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes/ And she’s gone…

Thanks for setting the scene, John but there are no tangerine trees in Riverview… not even any orange trees. And I don’t have the fancy “colorful eyes” hack I was ogling on Modthesims yet…. so what could you possibly mean??

Rather than spend my time pondering the meaning of a Beatles lyric (for some could be ENDLESSLY pondered) I returned once again to the “house” of one Miss Eleanor Rigby Beatle, who, at the end of my last chapter had just been rushed off to the hospital to give birth to the first member of generation two!!!

My prediction was for a boy. Was yours?

Hopefully not, as this pink swaddle and purple cribbing will attest to. Alas my career for the psychic hotline is shot. Nevertheless, we shall welcome the new baby to the family with open arms.

Welcome, Lucy!!!

Now I see what John was getting at. Sometimes I think my sims outwit me at every turn….

Lucy Marmalade Beatle

Virtuoso (It’s the family trait), and Evil.      THAT should be interesting.

Favorites: Waffles, Classical Music, and Spice Brown

New daddy, the former Magician-gone copper, Sheldon, took a moment to greet his daughter and present an offering of her first bottle.

He certainly looks dapper, doesn’t he??

Apparently Eleanor thought so too, because she woke him up from his slumber to do THIS.

Eleanor: Sheldon, darling, will you show me your magic trick again?? I am just SO fascinated by it.

Sheldon: Of course, dear, just give me a moment to get my wand ready.

…

Well… um… Happiness is a warm… wand?

At any rate, I don’t like giving away the secrets of magic tricks, that’s for the masked magician to do. So I shall take you on the grand tour of the Beatle household.

The Beatles enjoy an open air plan that gives them the best opportunity to bond with nature. It’s good for… inspiration… yea. That’ll do. It’s certainly not because they are still DIRT POOR…

The most recent addition to the household is the lovely chess set which Sheldon shall be slave to for next two days, since he doesn’t work on the weekends.

The fridge is also relatively new, as you might recall. Sheldon and Eleanor were been avidly partaking of the juice during Eleanor’s pregnancy. A fact that had me a bit misled. I thought it was a mysterious fattening juice. But upon further investigation, the juice is simply juice.

This is a picture of the juice.

Just in case you were wondering.

Eleanor, family oriented sim that she is, was quite taken with little Lucy. She rolled lots of wants to snuggle and play with her. I thought it was just too cute to ignore. Also it is evidence that some magic truly has been happening in this household. Eleanor, you gave birth LAST NIGHT and today you are THIN AS A RAIL. And you are rubbing it in my face by prancing about in a swimsuit.

Eleanor: Isn’t life graaaaaaaaaaaand? *sigh*

Pfff…. Smug sim. Let’s go see what Sheldon’s doing.

Enjoying a rousing game of chess, it would seem, like a good little sim. Skill, my pretty, skill!! We shall get you that lifetime wish if it kills me!!!

Eleanor also set to work on skilling up on her painting. Why small paintings, you ask? Why, because it is most efficient*. I seek to achieve the speed painter skill so we can get those portraits done. Sheldon isn’t getting any younger you know, and I want to paint him before he becomes a crumblie.

*Efficieny- invented by CatherineSimmers DeCasims.

Unfortunately, Eleanor’s efficient activities were interrupted by a trip to pay tribute to the porcelain gods.

Did you have some bad juice, Eleanor?

Eleanor: You’ll…. blarggggg… pay for this!

That’s what you get for wagging that skinny little tush at me missy. Bwahaha.

She wasn’t interrupted too long though, and was swiftly able to return to her painting…. an interpretive homage to the Japanese flag….?

Eleanor: It’s a kaleidescope eye for Lucy.

Ahh. Well then. Good job, carry on.

She proceeded to paint two more identical to it. I think the compliment went to her head.

And so, for the most part, things were quiet in the lives of the Beatles for a time. Sheldon dutifully worked on his logic and his athletic skill so we might have a chance at achieving his lifetime wish of becoming an International Superspy.

Although, you look a bit frightened Sheldon. Is everything okay??

Sheldon: I… cannot… unsee… what I saw in the mens room.

Hmm. I’m afraid I wasn’t there when you were in there Sheldon, so I don’t know what happened.

Sheldon: Nor would you WANT to.

Alright. It would appear we have a bit of a mystery on our hands?

Despite whatever he may have seen, Sheldon overcame it and rode happily to work with Steve on Monday morning.

Driving the police carpool too now, Steve? I thought between the taxi and the entertainment carpool you’d have your hands full.

Steve: Well, Eleanor’s on a maternity leave from the theater, so things were a bit slow. I decided to pick this up a side job to keep the loneliness at bay.

Aww. Poor Steve. Such a desolate life, driving sims everywhere but never making a single friend.

Eleanor continued exercising her more creative side, branching out into fanart of “Where the Wild Things Are”*.

*A wonderful children’s book by Maurice Sendak. Soon to be a movie!

Whilst she skilled away and Sheldon was off at the library writing up reports on his neighbors, I began construction on some walls for the legacy household.

It’s going to be completed in stages, since they never bring in enough money to really do anything substantial.

I am the walrus, ku ku koo joo.

Eleanor’s paintings are nothing, if not interesting. What’s more is she paints things that I have not seen before despite the fact that I have had quite a few painter sims before. This here appears to be the walrus, straight out of her dreamscape.

Eleanor: I call him the Egg Man.

Whatever suits you, dear.

The Beatles went along busily being boring until finally it was time for Lucy’s birthday! Huzaah! Finally some action in this town. SPIN. THAT. BABY!

Eleanor: What are you CRAZY! We don’t spin BABIES. You whack job. Were on earth would you get an idea like that??? That’s just cruel. And you say I’M insane.

Well… but…. sims 2…. I….. oh bother. *hangs head*

Lucy patiently waited for Eleanor to finish giving me a tongue-lashing before setting herself aloft in a whorl of sparklies. I’d have gotten a better picture, but I don’t have a camera hack yet, so this is what you get.

Let’s hope there are no exploding-face genes hidden in Sheldon’s ancestry.

Loooooooooooovely. I am quite satisfied. Lucy here sports dad’s hair and a mix of mom’s purple eyes and dad’s light gray ones, to create a pretty light purple shade.

You better watch out Sheldon, I think this one might be trouble in the future, what with being pretty AND evil.

Eleanor set to work teaching little Lucy how to talk.

Eleanor: Say drosophila, Lucy. Drosophila melanogaster*.

Lucy: I think all this fresh air has seeped into mom’s brain.

I think that’s a bit too tough to start with, Eleanor… I didn’t know how to say that properly until sometime deep into one of my genetics courses at college.

(*For inquiring minds: Drosophila melanogaster is the scientific name for the fruit fly. And yes, I studied genetics at college.)

Eleanor: Say Jabberwocky*.

Lucy: … *looks poignantly off in the distance*

Yea, Lewis Carroll isn’t any better than genetics, Eleanor.

*From the poem in Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. (I just bought the book for kicks.)

Eleanor: Okay, FINE. How about pan? Can you say PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN?

Lucy: Pan!

Eleanor: Oh!!! Very good! She said her first word!!

Interesting choice, Lucy, but okay.

Eleanor: Plead for corporate revolution in America.

Lucy: Pwead for corprate reloution in merica.

….

Close enough. I’m impressed. Genius evil mastermind in the making? Genius isn’t even one of her traits.

You say you want a revolution, well you know/ We all wanna change the world.

Nothing much new with Sheldon, up to this point, if you were wondering. Besides looking schmexy in his police officer uniform while he played chess.

Eleanor: Oooooooooooooooh. I had some bad juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuice.

Are you sure, Eleanor? Because last time I made a comment about the juice you were…

…going into labor.

Eleanor: hee hee hoo. okay FINE!

Eleanor: Oh hello, Sheldon, darling! Don’t mind me! Did I wake you?

Sheldon: Well you were screaming rather loud….

Eleanor: Sorry dear, I’ll keep it down a bit. The labor pains were just a bit intense.

Sheldon: LABOR PAINS???!!??!  But we don’t have enough money to build walls around our current furniture! How can we afford another baby?!!??! I must freak out for an hour and contort my body into calvin klein poses in the process!!!! Ahhhh!!!

…

Sheldon could be a billboard. Truly.

So while her parents rushed off to the hospital, Lucy sat skilling on the lawn.

Lucy: Play my xylophone!

She truly relished in the fact she could play it in the dead of night without waking anyone up. Up to this point, she’d be a terror with it, waking her parents up left and right. That’s virtuoso’s for you. They just don’t want to play with the blocks box.

A truly terrifying skeleton faced babysitter showed up to watch her while Sheldon and Eleanor were at the hospital.

I was so terrified by her that I forgot to put the walls back up before I took this shot.

She was too frightening for a closeup. Truly.

(The following three photos were mysteriously left out of my folder in my new and improved photo uploading plan, so they came out of my word file, which is why they are of the non-GIANT size.)

But soon enough, Eleanor and Sheldon were back. Eleanor, in her new efficiency style, plopped the baby in the crib I placed just next to the easel and out of this frame for the sake of suspense and settled in to teach Lucy how to walk.

Which took through the rest of the night.

It really makes you proud to see a sim work so diligently, especially right after giving birth.

Dragging out the suspense a bit too long am I?

Perchance you would be annoyed of this shot of Sheldon enjoying his juice….

Oh what’s that in the corner there? Could it be….

… a blue swaddle??? Why, yes indeed, it is!!!

Welcome to the family, Jude Julian Beatle.

Virtuoso, Loner

Favorites: I forgot to write them down…. but I will check for you next time. Or at least before the heir poll. (Assuming I have one.)

Sheldon continued working his way up the police career ladder and was nearing the time when he got to select which branch he would join. Despite that I might have liked him to follow in my love of genetics footsteps and pursue forensics, he is, as you know, determined to be a superspy.

Sheldon: I like my cloaks invisible, not blurred.

We got rid of your invisible cloak a long time ago, Sheldon.

Sheldon: That’s what YOU think.

Oh dear.

Sheldon went over that night to thank his boss, George Dean here, for the promotion he got earlier that day.

Sheldon: Thanks so much boss, I really appreciate the 20 simolean raise. Now maybe I can afford to feed my family TWICE a day instead of once.

George: Think nothing of it.

And I thought that it was to be left at that.

However, it seemed that Sheldon had ulterior motives in visiting his boss. He went to root around in the trash can for some signs of intel that would be useful in his report on one George Dean

And much to my delight, he found a VR headset!!! Why on EARTH would anyone just throw one of those away???? Total score, Sheldon.

And in Eleanor’s Art Corner for today we have….

…

Um… what IS that, Eleanor?

Eleanor: Even *I* don’t know.

Okay then.

Sheldon spent some time at the library, working on his report on his boss in his quest to usurp his position. How’s it coming along there Sheldon?

Sheldon: I was just getting to the bit about how he DOESN’T BELIEVE IN MAGIC.

That is truly a crime, to be sure. Carry on.

Lucy worked on mastering her xylophone skillz on the lawn with Wugglesschnugglesworth the bear looking over her.

Wugglesschnugglesworth: I have to babysit her out here because she wakes everyone up when she starts banging out Beethoven on that thing.

That would be rather annoying.

BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!!

THE BEATLES HAVE FINALLY COMPLETED ALL FOUR WALLS OF THEIR HOUSE AND HAVE EVEN OUTFITTED IT WITH SIDING!

I think it gives it a sort of English hillside feel, don’t you think? Maybe a bit like a Liverpool pub, what with the door and lack of windows? No…?

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

Eleanor: Today we represent the dark red road of life upon which my young son must travel to seek his fortune in this messed up legacy world.

Whoa…. that’s a little dark, isn’t it Eleanor? Jude’s still just a baby.

Eleanor: Not for long.

Funny you should mention that. There IS a  birthday cake sitting in the corner just next to his crib… Throw on your party clothes and let’s see some sparklies!

Eleanor: *sigh* They just grow up SO fast!

I said SPARKLIES, DANG FRABBIT.

Eleanor: Fine, I will play with Lucy while she still has her youthful adoration for me. *walks away*

Way to walk out on your son while he is GROWING UP, Eleanor. I thought you were supposed to be family oriented. This early onset empty nest syndrome will NOT do.

Sheldon, for his part, can’t be accused of neglect. He was finishing up another report at the library.

However, when I told him it was his son’s birthday, he promptly rushed home.

…to eat cake. *headdesk* Does NO ONE but me care about poor Jude??? Really, he truly is neglected like his namesake.

In fact they really ignored Jude on the whole for the most part, plonking him in his crib and going to sleep.

WAKE UP YOU LAZY PUNK SIMS. I CAN SEE JUDE IN THE CRIB IN THE CORNER OF THIS SHOT AND  I WANT TO SEE HIS FACE TO SEE HOW HE TURNED OUT!!

Sheldon, Eleanor, and Lucy: ZzzzZZZzzzzZZZZ

The next morning, during my normal hour of Sheldon-admiration, I cornered him by the crib.

Sheldon: You want me to pick him up?

Yes. I do.

Sheldon: Even when I can stand here like this and give a sultry gaze off into the distance?

…Yes.

Sheldon: Are you sure?

…Yes?

Sheldon: ka-chow! *wink*

*swoon*

…

……. *picks self up off of floor*

…hrmm…. umm… where was I?

Ah right. I was checking out how Jude turned out. Pretty good if I do say so myself. Again with the super light purple eyes and blonde hair.

It’s a good lookin’ generation, what can I say? Sheldon you do good work.

Sheldon: Perhaps you could say I have worked my magic on this generation?

It’s a bit pun-ish. But I’ve seen worse.

Sheldon: You’ve written worse.

Shhh. I was hoping no one had noticed.

Little Jude was a bit faster at picking up vocabulary than Lucy, despite the fact that Sheldon, who does not have the family oriented trait was teaching him.

Sheldon: Fork. Knife.

Jude: Cutlery.

o.O

Sheldon: We don’t have very much money right now which is why I can’t afford to buy clothes.

Yep. That’s the reason.

Sheldon: Can you say MONEY?

Jude: Money, money, money, money! MO-NEY!

That’s not a Beatles song…

Sheldon:…. Kid’s going to give me a poverty complex!

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

“Our Home, Mario Mushroom Hut Style”

I like what you’ve done with the garden there, Eleanor.

Eleanor: Why thank you. I hope one day to be able to afford some flowers around this dreary place.

First thing’s first, Eleanor. We’re saving up for windows right now.

Perhaps if Sheldon spent more time skilling instead of playing with his VR Headset then we’d be further along.

Behold my photography skills in AWE.

Oh, right. It’s Lucy’s birthday again. Woo.

Eleanor: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I am so AMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *spins noisemaker*

You can’t even muster the energy to watch Jude grow up, but you’ll make all this racket for Lucy?

Eleanor: Musicians, and insane sims, need not make sense in their actions. I am both.

Your logic is… quite sensible actually.

Behold the sparklies!

And after a brief makeover to incorporate some more of that spice brown she apparently loves, I give you:

Lucy Marmalade Beatle, who has just added Couch Potato to her repertoire of entrancing traits.

An evil, virtuoso, couch potato… ooooooooookay.

Lucy: I shall watch TV dramas and critique them with the fervor and energy of ten Simon Cowells*!

*The American Idol judge whose name I might have spelled wrong.

Unfortunately, my darling couch potato, we don’t own a TV. So you shall have to entertain yourself with chess. On the bright side, it shall help you later on down the road if you decide to become an evil mastermind.

Lucy: Hmm. *ponders* How will these small plastic pieces help me to take over the world?

Sheldon spent some more time teaching Jude how to walk. He’s taken quite a bit more interest in his son’s upbringing than he did in his daughter’s.

Sheldon: You accused me of neglect and now I am proving you wrong.

If only I had known that was all it took to get you to interact with your kids!

He still found time to rummage about in the neighbors trash for work.

Sheldon: Uggggggh…. there’s a banana peel on top of this… VR HEADSET!

VR HEADSETS, FTW!!!

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

Eleanor continues exploring her work in the mario mushroom style.

And don’t think I didn’t notice that that’s a medium sized painting, Eleanor. That is NOT efficient.

Eleanor: But I am not a DeCasim.

Touché.

Random sims 3 ponderance:

Why is it that the paperboys and girls are allowed to skip school to deliver the papers? Lucy was already at school when this young man arrived with our paper. Delinquents!!! Delinquents all!!!

I neglected to mention that sometime earlier in this chapter, Sheldon was awarded his own fancy police car, so now he gets to cruise about in style.

Lucy was invited over to….. this kid’s…. house after school and she dutifully did her homework with him, but I’ve an inkling she doesn’t really like him much.

Possibly because he up and walked out on her right in the middle of word problem number three.

NOW how will we figure out if Judy is taller than Jill who is taller than Robert but shorter than Pedro and Hong, assuming Pedro is taller than Hong but shorter than Jill?

My head hurts.

Eleanor meanwhile celebrated her transition into adulthood alone, in the dark, on the street on the way home.

Eleanor: WOOO HOOOO. It’s my birthday. It’s my birthday. Unh. Unh. *dances*

It didn’t appear to bother her.

A couple of lines about the mouth, but all together not much the worse for wear, I think.

Sheldon was finally promoted into the special agent track at work. Apparently his first day’s work is undercover as an extra on Scrubs. He doesn’t look entirely thrilled about it.

Expecting something more exciting there were you, Sheldon?

Sheldon: At least they could have let me go under cover on a show that DIDN’T just lose it’s main character and is about to enter a bizarre medical school plot arc that will probably kill the beloved memory of the show.

….what??? I’m not bitter about JD leaving…

Sheldon, you fiend, you distracted me again from Jude’s birthday!!

Enter the sparklies!

Jude: ALLLLLLLLLLLLL this for ME?!???! WOW!!!!

Cake the size of your head, you’d be excited too.

Jude Julian Beatle: Virtuoso, Loner, Vegetarian

Dang FRABBIT Jude, why did you have to go and roll vegetarian. Now I have to be extra careful you don’t eat any meat or you’ll be making close acquaintance of the porcelain throne.

Jude: It looks a bit like cauliflower. Mmmmmm.

Don’t eat them, Jude. Sheez, thwarting the porcelain deities at every turn with this kid. I can just FEEL it.

So with Jude and Lucy skilling away, and Sheldon climbing up the police ladder via my favorite sitcom, Eleanor was once again free to work on her music. And so she did.

And that, dear readers, is where I shall leave you for tonight.

Next time:

-Teenagers: Genes (and hormones) exploding!

-Portraits (because if I don’t get one of Sheldon before he turns all wrinklified, I will be VERY cross!)

-The answer to the mystery that I baited you with in one slide at the gym and then never mentioned again for the whole of the chapter. You didn’t think I FORGOT, did you?

-Evading the wrath of the toilet gods.

Thanks again for coming!

Ringo: Wot did joo think of this chaptah, John?

John: I thought it wos bettah than Chalcedony’s attempt at a cockney accent.

Ringo: Oi, I think you’re roight.

Ringo and John: Wotevah the case may be, we ‘ope you ‘ave enjoyed the show!

Until next time, remember: Love is all you need. <3

Chapter 1: All the Lonely People

Chapter 2.2: Help! I Need Somebody

Chapter 1: All the Lonely People

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Hello and welcome, brave readers. Lone sim standing by the mailbox on a very large and very empty lot?? It can only mean ONE thing! Why yes, it’s a legacy.

This… enthusiastic (?) young lady is one Miss Eleanor Rigby Beatle, our fine legacy founder. You may have already guessed from this legacy’s title that it is in fact, a Beatles legacy!! Now what all does that mean exactly? Well, for now it means our heirs will be christened within a Beatles naming theme. And perchance some song lyrics will come into play in our story at one point. In the future…. It may mean more as well.

Ahhh look at all the lonely people/ Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been/Lives in a dream/ Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.

Jar by the door, huh? Based on that description in combination that she is rummaging autonomously through the trash on her own lot, Miss Beatle here must be insane.

Eleanor: I may well be insane, but all the best musicians are!

Touché, Eleanor, touché. Indeed, and legacy writers and founder must be insane as well, what with all the babies and endless craziness.

Eleanor: Did you say… legacy?

I did. What’s it to you? Do you have a problem with being a slave to popping out children and fulfilling the specific goals of Aaroc’s legacy rules to earn me as many points as possible?

Eleanor: Blah, blah, blah, miss talky voice from the sky. *I* am not afraid of any legacy. Bring on the babies and the hysterical antics!!!  I’m ready!

Clearly insane. And family-oriented as well, so it would seem. For the sake of simplicity, here are the rest of Eleanor’s stats, so you don’t have to put up with my “creative” integration tactics.

Eleanor Rigby Beatle

Artistic, Family Oriented, Hopelesss Romantic, Insane, Virtuoso

LTW: Be a Hit Movie Composer

Favorites: Autumn Salad, Blue, Custom music

It should be noted, that being this is a Beatles legacy, the family trait shall be Virtuoso, because the Beatles were all clearly extremely talented virtuoso musicians.

So I set up Eleanor’s fancy digs to include her new signature guitar (how else is she going to whip along the music career track??? Guitars don’t just fall from the sky, you know. And there’s really no other decent way to accrue music skill points!), an easel so we can start working on those portrait points, and the only thing Eleanor doesn’t have access to in town: a bed.

Alrighty, Eleanor, let’s head downtown and get you that music job you wanted. While we’re at it, we’ll scope out a potential man-slave husband for you.

Eleanor: Now you just wait a minute there missy. I have some very specific rules here. First and foremost, this is NOT and uglacy. So nix the fish-faces. Second, I have a bit of a dominatrix thing… I’m looking for a service sim.

Can we broaden that to just a general concept of NPC, please? Just to give you more options?

Eleanor: Fine.

So Eleanor threw on her formalwear and hailed a taxi to take her downtown to seek her future in this fine little town of Riverview.

We interrupt this legacy broadcast for an important message.

I’d like to take a moment to speak of the unsung hero of this generation of the legacy. Meet one Steve Rosario. Steve here is the town taxi driver. He is better at his job that any other cab driver in any universe ANYWHERE. He appears on your lot within seconds of your request and willingly takes you wherever you need to go with speed and a smile. He also has the amazing talent of being able to be in TWO taxis (or more) at once, to take separate sims to different locations simultaneously. So here’s to you, Steve Rosario. If I were able to figure out how to talk to you or interact with you in some way, I would certainly make you a candidate for spouse.

Steve dropped Eleanor off at the theater, where, all nerves about her job interview, her feet slipped out from under her on her way in the door. No, literally. Where did they go??? Does the theater use some sort of carpet patterned quicksand flooring? YOU STEAL MY SIM AND YOU ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE YOU…. THEATER PEOPLE… YOU!!! grrr.

However, within moments of entering, Eleanor was safely back again, newly employed with feet and ankles intact. Phew.

So I sent her off to the juice bar to scope out some potential husband material, unfortunately, the only person there was the purple-hatted Miss Spenster.

Miss Spenster: I have a marvelous recipe for prune cobbler that you would just LOVE, dearie. My sister and I can show you how to make it, if you’d just come over and visit us. We have SO few visitors…

Eleanor: *yawn*

You are cold, Eleanor, truly. A poor old woman who is just looking for a friend and you yawn in her face. COLD.

While Eleanor slighted her new acquaintance, I began scanning around the neighborhood in hopes of finding an NPC when I alighted upon…. a magician?!?!

RUN AND GET HIM ELEANOR! FAST, WE MUST HAVE HIM AS OUR SPOUSE.

I was a bit overexcited at the prospect of truly adding that magical essence characteristic of Beatles music to our legacy right at the beginning.

Not to mention our magician here, one Sheldon Murillo, was rather easy on the eyes. Especially compared to the balding guy with the bad highlights in the background here, whose name presently evades me.

Eleanor promptly went and introduced herself.

Eleanor: Hello, I’m Eleanor Beatle. I love that beautiful tattoo on your face.

Sheldon: Why, thank you. I like to think of it as a work of art. I’m Sheldon, by the way.

They got on like gangbusters, making fun of Baldy McGreenshirt together.

Eleanor: He looks like he pasted a racoon tail on his chin. Why is his beard so stripey???

Sheldon: Tee hee hee.

Baldy McGreenshirt: *to unknown caller* And then be sure that you add three parts of the dye to the adhesion base to make sure you get the right mixture to achieve the “Daniel Boon” hair coloring for beards…

They were clearly a match made in heaven, as I instantly realized when Sheldon gladly made faces at Eleanor for half an hour. Spouse 1, here we come!

Eleanor: I concur!

Sheldon had a pressing appointment in Sunset Valley to perform at a kid’s party for a Mortimer Goth, esq and thus had to leave. Eleanor was not phased, however, as she began preparations for her career in music by whipping out her beloved tulip guitar for some practice in the park.

She even managed to garner a few fans on her first day playing! A true virtuoso to be sure.

After a long and fulfilling day, Eleanor went home, changed into her… er… tracksuit… and went to bed, excited at the prospects tomorrow would bring.

First thing in the morning she zipped over to the gym for some quality time in the showers….

Eleanor: GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!

I mean… I was wandering around the neighborhood not following Eleanor whilst she did her personal regimen at all, when I came across Don Lothario, notorious womanizer buffing his guns in the gym.

How much weight you got on there, Don?

Don: Unnnnngh. Five ugggggggggggggh pounds.

Well… um… okay… that’s very…. impressive. *coughpansycough*

When again I went looking for Eleanor, I found…. wait, Eleanor, don’t go in there!!! This is the beginning of a legacy! We can’t afford eating any meals out!!!!

But I was too late. The doors were already open and Eleanor had disappeared into the greasy burger-joint abyss. Probably talking up Guy Fieri in there. This looks like just his kind of Dive*.

*Guy Fieri is the host of a Food Network show called Diner, Drive-Ins, and Dives. He’s an interesting character.

Sucked in by the mysterious and maddening color of guys hair (is it white? is it blonde? I DON’T KNOW!! Dang frabbit!) Eleanor realized she needed to get to work. Fortunately she always carries her fan outfit with her, which she hastily threw on and sprinted to work.

While Eleanor was working, I scoped out some of the other potential spouses in the neighborhood for good measure. At least those that walked into the park in front of the theater, anyway. This here is Officer James Reed. A good option, had I not already found Sheldon. I shall definitely keep cops in mind for the future as I like the idea of hidden traits. (Of which, magicians I have recently learned, unfortunately have none.)

Shortly after Officer Reed left THIS character appeared on the same bench! Laughing in the face of danger, are you Sammy Jeckars? With a name like Sammy Jeckars, I would anticipate no less. It does sound quite like the name of a deranged lunatic criminal, wouldn’t you say? Or the family dog….

Eleanor finished her first day of working with flying colors. I expect a promotion tomorrow. So she whipped out her phone to call up Sheldon and invite him out to celebrate.

I think Steve was a little jealous. He just sat in the carpool on the street, waiting, and honking the horn.

Why do you drive both the taxi and the carpool, Steve? Doesn’t that sort of defeat the purpose of having a taxi if you also offer the goods for free in a carpool?

Steve: The taxi is free too.

Good point.

Sheldon arrived to meet Eleanor at Little Corsican Bistro and I realized I had truly underestimated his magical prowess, for he came wearing a cloak of invisibility!!!! Did you steal that off of Harry Potter, Sheldon? More importantly, are you clothed under there?

Sheldon: I am wearing a blue suit, if you must know.

Eleanor: Oh, I LOVE blue!

We shortly realized that the bistro closes at 11pm and being that it was 11:15, Sheldon and Eleanor relocated their magical evening to the diner.

Seriously, the invisibility cloak thing is freaking me out Sheldon.

Sheldon: It eases the stress of choosing what outfit to wear and the agony of people’s opinions of my fashion choices. Similar to a school uniform.

Um…. oookay….well at least Eleanor is looking sharp. Quite dressed up for the diner, really.

They enjoyed the artery clogging goodness of the bistro and went outside to chat in the ambiance of the neon glow of the diner signs.

Sheldon: I really am rather groggy. It takes quite a fair bit of magic to find this invisibility cloak in the morning to wear it, so I am quite worn out today.

Eleanor: Alright, Sheldon, then I will see you tomor….. oh!! That doesn’t quite feel like you’re wearing a suit under there…

Sheldon: I think I should go now!

Bright and early the next morning, Eleanor had finally recovered from the night’s shock. She called up Sheldon again, feeling their relationship was truly something special that needed cultivating.

Eleanor: Plus he’s an NPC who’s not fugly out the wazoo.

…Eleanor Beatle, folks. Hidden trait: Shallow.

Fun fact about NPC’s. They appear on your lot SECONDS after you call them. No more waiting hours for player characters who take forever to arrive, oh no. NPC Sims are prompt and on time, running to your lot with enthusiasm. Probably excited about the fact that they get some face time and the potential for a REAL home instead of the mysterious rabbit hole they all live in.

Sheldon: It’s crowded in there. My wand always get jammed in my…..

NPC Sims!!!! Order yours today!

Eleanor: So there’s this crazy disembodied voice who directs all my actions and helps me fulfill my lifetime wishes. Like a maestro.

Sheldon: Hmmm, yes, I see, I have heard of these people. I think they’re called authors. And if they’re sadistic and cruel they’re called Uglacy authors*.

He believes you about the voices, Eleanor, seal the deal!!! SEAL THE DEAL!!!

*Sorry Candi020765. (But your uglacy is wonderful!)

Eleanor: So, Sheldon, since we’ve garnered quite a few of these nifty little friendly floating plus signs together… would you…. like to move in with me??

The new furniture on the lawn does not lie!!! Welcome to the family Sheldon Murillo. Stats:

Sheldon Murillo

Good Sense of Humor, Charismatic, Schmoozer (One downside of NPCs is that you often get gipped on a trait or two. I may remedy this later with some handy-dandy happiness points…. Maybe.)

LTW: Be an International Super Spy   (That explains the penchant for suits….)

Favorites: Cobbler, Violet, and Classical music

Are you sure you aren’t gay, Sheldon?

Sheldon: Of course not, look at my fabulous ensemble.

Ah yes, that reminds me. TO THE DRESSER!!

Lovely though your invisibility cape was, I think this suit is more befitting a super spy. Plus it reminds me of your magical origins.

Sheldon: How can I make a flower mystically appear from THIS though?

….Like any other magician would…?

Sheldon: Oh. Right.

Eleanor, meanwhile, sets to work enjoying the double bed.

Eleanor, dear, you know that you aren’t married to Sheldon yet right? Nor have you had a single romantic interaction? You’re just friends right now.

Eleanor: Well, this is a legacy. I was just anticipating what I thought came next.

I must give it to her. Eleanor is smarter than I anticipated. It is true Eleanor, in most cases you would hop right into bed as soon as someone new moved in. However, in this case, that is not so. But I appreciate the effort.

Sheldon rushed downtown to take up a job in the police field. After successfully completing that task, he stood outside contemplating what else could be done to get ahead.

Practice your logic skill maybe?

Sheldon: No, I think I’ll call up my boss to chat.

Okay… well… that works too. And I was about to say that my sims were smarter than I had originally thought, when I noticed Sheldon picking his nose while he talked on the phone.

*sigh* Well, at least I got to think he was bright for a moment, right?

After finishing up his phone call with his boss, George Dean, I whisked Sheldon off to the gym for a bit of a makeover.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I knew there was a reason I picked him. Isn’t he dreamy???

Plus, I gave him back his nifty magician’s tattoo.

Sheldon: Yes, covering it up with makeup every morning was just too much of a hassle. However, I like the white interior. It gives it more depth.

Thanks…. I think. I’m not sure compliments on aesthetics coming from you are really compliments… your favorite color is violet and you wore a “blue suit” under your invisible coat.

Sheldon: Well it was a suit. And the first part started with a B.

Yea. Birthday. Pfft.

After getting his fancy makeover, Sheldon went to wait outside of the theater for Eleanor to get off of work.

Sheldon: Eleanor, surely YOU like my new makeover?

Eleanor: Of course, Sheldon. I’ve always found you handsome, whatever you are wearing.

Well, DUH, she’s insane.

Insane or not, she maneuvered her way into a relationship.

Sealed the deal with a brief makeout session.

And skipped straight on to a marriage proposal. *sniff* I am SO proud. She is a legacy sim through and through!!!

Needless to say, he said yes.

And they were swiftly married at dusk in the park in front of the theater in a quiet private ceremony.

Sheldon: My supersleuth skills tell me what happens next.

Well, yes, Sheldon, pretty much EVERYONE knows what happens next.

Eleanor: Sheldon is going to show me some tricks with his magic wand???

….

……..

………..

No comment.

With her satisfied husband sleeping away in bed, Eleanor went off in the early morning for a… jog?

Eleanor: No, I’m going to the park to play guitar.

Oh. Your workout clothes had my hopes up.

Eleanor: Sorry.

Sheldon later woke up and enjoyed an apple for breakfast.

Yes.

Let’s all enjoy the apple, now.

Seriously, people, this is an absolutely necessary photo. You HAD to know about the apple.

Eleanor returned later to analyze a puzzling green spot on the lawn.

Eleanor: blaaaaaaargg

After work, Sheldon went to the gazebo with the intent of practicing his chess skill. But then he noticed THIS dashing fellow sitting nearby.

Sheldon: What??? Where??

Behind you.

Sheldon: You sir, are a good looking gentleman.

Sheldon’s Replacement: Why thank you.

Sheldon: And you’re a magician?

Sheldon’s Replacement: Yes, they hired me as an exact lookalike for the fellow who used to have my job. Apparently he up and left to get married and join the police force. He was a top notch magician though, what with his cloak of invisibility and all. These are some big shoes to fill.

You know what they say about men with big shoes….

WHAT?! Big hands, people. BIG HANDS.

Sheldon enjoyed a game of chess with his new buddy, sharing some of the tips of the magical world with him.

Nearby, Don Lothario spent HOURS dancing with this young man, Buck Broke.

I thought you were a womanizer, Don. This is SO telling.

Although not quite as telling as this. Watch those hands, Don!

That night, Eleanor jumped out of bed to inexplicably change into this mysterious and fashion challenged ensemble. You ARE an odd one, Eleanor.

But she was asleep again when Sheldon got up the next morning.

Or WAS she?? I see those cracked peepers, missy.

Clearly she was contemplating why he liked to wear gray underwear instead of white.

Yes.

A most perplexing question. Let us ponder this awhile.

The next few days were relatively uneventful.

Eleanor discovered she could put her talents to good use by entertaining people in the park with her mad guitar skillZ.

And she reaped the benefits from it.

With her guitar earnings, we built this lovely little hut to conceal the shower and toilet. And buy a fridge.

Eleanor practices her pompous jerkface swagger on her way to the fridge for some juice.

Of which apparently she’s been enjoying quite a bit of… that’s some tummy you’ve got on there, Ele…. oooooooh. I see your thought bubble.

Eleanor: I was wondering when you would catch on.

Perhaps I was just pretending to be ignorant.

Eleanor: Like you pretend you aren’t interested in Sheldon’s wand?

Yes. Exactly like that.

Sheldon enjoyed some light reading from a silver book, taking in the beautiful ambiance of the park.

Is it a book of magic, Sheldon?

Sheldon: More like a book of HORRORS! Who knew so much could go WRONG!

Eleanor: I feel a bit strange.

Is something wrong, Eleanor?

Eleanor: Ugh…. Mind… numbing… PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!

Oh! To the hospital, with you!!!

Sheldon, stop being so ambitious, that’s not even one of your traits. Get off the phone with your boss and go to the hospital. Your wife is in labor!!!

I’ve got to give him credit, he did run. However, it might have been because of the Grisby’s who were standing out front.

Definitely not someone I’d really want to chat with long. Who nose knows what kind of awful things might just slip out???

But that would be a really Dumbo move, right?

(Pardon the bad puns, please. I couldn’t resist.)

And so dear readers, I shall leave you in suspense, with THIS photo. Is it a boy? Is it a girl?? Only time will tell. I’m placing my bets on a boy, but as no apples were ingested, it is simply a guess.

Next time:

BABIES behaving begrudgingly boringly

The trials and tribulations of training toddlers

Find out if I have a future working at the psychic hot line

We’re Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band/ We hope you have enjoyed the show/ Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band/ We’re sorry but it’s time to go/

Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band/ We’d like to thank you once again/ Sargeant Pepper’s one and only Lonely Hearts Club Band/ It’s getting very near the end

Thank you for coming!

**Please notice that my life to sim creation abilities are little to none, so the members of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band are not really intended to look much like the Beatles at all.

Chapter 2.1: All Your Life, You Were Only Waiting for this Moment to Arise