Welcome back, intrepid simmers! To…oh ho! What is this??
Here we have 261 Valley View Drive, Moonlight Falls.
Dark. Foggy. Moonlighty.
It occurs to me that it’s only fair to re-cap a smidge, because there’s just no way in hell anyone remembers what’s going on here; fo reals.
He’s still mean, she’s still goofy, they still mack on each other whenever they’re not blowing shiz up and drinking in the hot tub.
Fun Cordell Fact: Was also married to Mrs. Sprout’s mother, Mrs. Demeter Sprout.
Fun Ceres Fact: She’s had children by 4 different fathers; a Burglar, a gender-crossed SimSelf, a SimSelf love child, and a SimBot (Cordell, duh)
We weren’t terribly fond of this Mrs. Sprout to begin with, but we’ve since grown to appreciate her particular brand of tepidity. Also, her and Dr. Suvie are adorable together, so that helps.
Fun Suvie Fact: used to be a vampire.
Fun Iris Fact: LOL, yeah right.
As of this point, there are two kiddies in the Legacy Garden: the Young Misses Rowen and Aspen Sprout; Miss Jonquil struck out on her own shortly after the boys were born last chapter (I forgot to take a pic, doh).
Oh. Right. The boys…yeah, do you really need a pic and an update? Me neither.
Both the Young Misses are off at the School of Peace and Love learning about warm fuzzy things. Also, Young Mistress Rowen is a vampire.
And now you know. Shall we carry one? Oh yes, lets!
After much deliberation (at least 3 minutes worth) we agreed this supernatural haven would suit our needs best (by virtue of needing no upgrading of any sort), so we packed up all of our Sun Valley relatives (and various other hangers-on), and rented a massive party bus to transport the whole works over in one go.
It’s a nice change, though we’ve had to sort out the lean-to bedrooms and make them trellis-roofed glass-pods to keep the Sprouts from over/under heating.
Miss Carrie is Mr. Leaf Sprout’s granddaughter, and of course Mr. Pepper Cheese-Sprout is Mrs. Ceres Sprout’s middle son. >.>
Ceres: “Whatevs; Gma-C wants MOAR GRANBABIES. Get on it kids.”
*le sigh* At least they’re making honest Sprouts of one another.
See? Told you we knocked her up.
I’m anticipating another pair of single births, but, HOPEFULLY, this time they’ll be girls. GREEN ONES.
Iris: “My big brother is married!” *tickled pink*
PS: Sprouts like incest.
Burglar: “Mehehehe, gonna get me some PHAT legacy loot!”
We roused the troops and commanded all four of them to call the police…
Fairy Po-po: “Hello? Someone order an officer of the law? Guys? Sort of locked out here, no idea how that burglar managed to get in, but, whew! Lemme tell ya! That is one TRICKSY lock you all have there! Hur hur hur.”
Burglar: “Also, you all have, like, NOTHING worth burgling.”
Iris: “Sweet plumbob; I hope I’m having a boy.”
Ceres: “Not as much as I wanna see that punk Julie’s ghost.”
You are both drunk. Go to bed.
Ceres: “Am still a good catch.”
You kind of are, you smarmy thing.
Don’t be deceived by his nasty traits and excessive wife banging; Cordell Sprout is really just a big softy. Here he is talking to his daughter on the phone about unicorns after cooing over the babies.
Cordell: “I’m just so conflicted right now, don’t look at me!”
Dinosaur: *loves warm preggo belly and chin rubs*
Sweet plumbob, the cuteness!
Iris: “Oh Cheebus, not this again…”
She looks so worn out.
Iris: “2 green ones; woot.”
She went all the way out to the road to squirt out the last 3 next to the cowplant. =_=
Crap. Fudge. Dick-in-a-box…what are we going to do if Dr. Suvie has a litter as well? MADNESS I TELL YOU.
Thank Plumbob for swingy chairs of mindless joy.
Also, Rocky is not a baby kitteh anymore D:
I blame Cordell.
Also, yes, we dressed them like twins, they pretty much are though, right?
Your mission, should you choose to accept it: keep the Legacy Garden from going to shambles while everyone scrambles to keep a herd of Sproutlings alive.
Bonehilda: “Sweet. Whur is the kitteh puke?”
Oh Plumbob, we’re so scurred…
Dr. Suvie one up’s her wife in Rather Unfortunate Spawning Areas, and waddles to the area next door to deliver her second and third pups.
Well…at least they’re not quads? *cries and rocks in a corner*
No worries, Gma-C charged on out there and rescued the abandoned pinky.
That has to be some sort of record. Somewhere.
The living room has been transformed into Swing Central. It’s like the Twilight Zone in there.
Fun Legacy Tips With Craxy: children’s TV + children’s music + overstuffing mods = PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
The more you know.
But not on this bed, because under-bed-monsters, clearly.
Next time in the Legacy Garden; pain and suffering.
7 babies worth of pain and suffering.