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
its a nice story , but the animation is really awesome , very well done , keep it up .
Comment by globalinternational — August 15, 2009 @ 4:10 am |