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–>

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