Welcome back to The Literal
Booker Legacy where I am twenty-five and slowly going grey from these sims!
Previously, Serdar passed
on and both Wilde and Lilly brought two more children into the generation:
Lilly gave birth to a daughter, Du Maurier (named after Daphne du Maurier) and Wilde birthed an alien son called Ryman
(after Geoff Ryman). This chapter
will be full of trials and tribulations so let’s not mess around and start the
chapter!
Eliot: “Aw this one’s kinda cute.”
Listen, Eliot, we
need to talk about our conversation in the last chapter.
Eliot: “Aren’t you the cutest lickle baby!”
… Oh my God, she’s
ACTUALLY ignoring me!
Eliot then reaches
the top of her career, making her an overachiever.
Well done!
Eliot: “Uh Mom. Dad? What are you doing?”
STOP IGNORING ME!
Wilde: “Well, the sky looks blue-r in the winter time, Ellie.”
Gaiman: “Oh, hey Uncle Hardy. Yeah, Wilde gave birth to the first
alien baby of the legacy…”
Eliot: “Hey, put that phone down, I wanna noogie you.”
… Why is Hardy
calling Gaiman anyway?
Wilde: “And then the magical space princess played her magic
xylophone and the music she played was so beautiful it brought back colour into
the world.”
Wilde: “The race car driver’s car became yellow again and as he
jumped for joy, the space princess realised she had one more job to do…”
Eliot: “Oh, wait, is this?”
Eliot: “It is! It’s snowing!”
Wilde: “And then the space princess ate the magical honey apple and
the deep sleep placed across the universe was lifted and the evil witch was
defeated.”
I feel like I missed
a whole story here…
Baldwin: “Well, you’re certainly different from all the other
Booker kids but you are definitely a Booker by DNA.”
Ryman: “I have infiltrated this family and will soon reign over
all.”
Du Maurier: “What are you doing, Gray?”
Sorry, you just look
really cute in that outfit I wanted to show the readers.
Du Maurier: “I’m going to miss the bus.”
Sorry! Sorry!
Baldwin: “Ah, look at this Serdar… Oh… Right.”
Baldwin, you are
breaking my heart…
Lilly: “Oh, hey, a penguin. You don’t see that every day.”
Du Maurier: “I think I got a B+?”
Du Maurier: “Eh, I can do better.”
Baldwin then
volunteers to help Du Maurier with her homework whilst Eliot games the
afternoon away.
Du Maurier: “Grandpa, you’ll be around forever and ever, right?”
Baldwin: “Uh… Sure, kiddo.”
Don’t lie to her,
Baldwin.
Du Maurier: “You LIED!”
Grim: “Ugh, thankfully. I’m so sick of hearing ‘my husband this’
and ‘my husband that’. You have that Serdar wrapped around your pinkie finger!”
Baldwin: “Uh…?”
Grim: “Which is why I invite you to happy hour in the afterlife!
Non-stop cocktails, luaus and smustling competitions.”
Baldwin: “Oh, well, that sounds delightful.”
This timing couldn’t
be worse but well done over becoming an overachiever, Gaiman!
Gaiman: “Thanks, I guess.”
There he goes,
following after his husband.
Baldwin Booker!
The first male heir
of the legacy! You weren’t as child-orientated as I would have expected a
family sim to be but I guess the fact you had a pet related LTW was part of
that. I never did finish your LTW but through some glitch you still ended up
dying Permaplat.
Maybe in the next
life I’ll give you the 20 puppies and kittens you want.
Rest well, my friend.
And here he rests
until generation seven arrives.
Eliot: *whimper* “Grandpa.”
Eliot: “What do I do now? I have nothing to live for in this
horrible house… I wish you were still here to guide me a little more.”
Dickens: “Well, it’s like someone died in this house.”
Someone did, you
idiot. Your father!
Du Maurier: “Grandpa!”
Eliot: “Don’t cry, you little brat. You didn’t know him like I
did.”
Du Maurier: “Huh? What?”
Eliot: “I mean… Aw, aw, poor Rie. Poor, poor Rie.”
Gaiman: “Here you go, Dad.”
Wilde: “Ah, good job, son. Just in time for his party too.”
Peachy: “This simian smells oddly… extra-terrestrial…”
Ryman: “Hello Father.”
Wilde: “It’s all riding on your shoulders, little bud. Don’t let us
down.”
AH HE’S SO
CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!
Little Ryman is a
Scorpio who is SUPER neat, very outgoing, SUPER active but is incredibly
serious and mean. I love alien personalities and how extreme they are.
Not entirely sure why
Dickens and Mitch are playing rock, paper, scissors.
This is awkward…
Wilde: “Uh, lobster thermidor, anyone?”
After the party,
everyone retreated to bed, leaving behind this poor soul.
Ryman: “I want to go down the staiiiiirs!”
Jupiter: “What a whiny simian.”
Eliot: “What are you doing out here, little man?”
Eliot: “Ugh, this is so boring. Why would anyone want to potty
train a toddler?”
So they don’t have to
change diapers?
Eliot: “Where are Mom and Dad?”
Flirting outside apparently…
Du Maurier: “You guys are really weird.”
Gaiman: “Hey, you’ll be joining us one day, Rie.”
Lilly is taking good
care of Ryman even though they are genetically related.
I’m surprised, most
women are hesitant to take care of their husband’s illegitimate children.
Lilly: “Well, it’s not like he had an affair, is it? Ryman’s
existence is neither his nor my husband’s fault. Plus, he’s a little cutie, why
wouldn’t I like him?”
Eliot: “Have you heard that Gray thinks I’m not good enough to be
in the heir race. She thinks you and Du Maurier stand a better chance. Ain’t
that too nutty?”
Gaiman: “Gray said that? Huh.”
Here’s a short spam
of Ryman trying to figure out which peg goes where.
Ryman: “I did it! Now, time to spin on the spinny thing.”
Ryman: “This is the best thing ever!”
So… Are aliens more
intellectually advanced than simians?
Ryman: “I am actually telepathically conversing with you. Everyone
else hears “goo-goo ga-ga.” Isn’t that great?”
Uh…
Lilly’s picked up a
new hobby!
Oh dear, little baby
needs a hand.
Ryman: “Don’t patronise me.”
Ryman: “Dada!”
Wilde: “Not to worry little man, Daddy’s here to save you.”
And then Wilde
proceeds to teach him a nursery rhyme.
Du Maurier: “Goodbye Miss Bus Driver!”
And the verdict today
is!?
Du Maurier: “A+!”
Wilde: “Dear Stephen, my babies are getting so big now. The only
one I worry about is Ryman, he’s so much younger than my eldest children and I
fear he’ll get lost behind. I also worry about Eliot, she seems to harbouring
some animosity towards both Gray and Rie… I just hope things will work
themselves out for the better.”
You okay, Wilde?
Wilde: “GRAY! I wasn’t writing about you or anything!”
… Well, I’m
definitely not suspicious now, Wilde…
Eliot: “Gray will knock me out of the heir race, will she? I’ll show
her. I’ll be the fan favourite.”
That’s a very serious
face to have when playing the guitar.
Eliot: “Take a sip of my
secret potion, one taste and you’ll be mine~”*
*Black Magic – Little Mix
Previous Bookers: “This girl is trouble.”
Nothing exciting
going on here, just a little baby Ryman learning how to walk.
Should I put Ryman in
the heir race too? He is a biological child of Wilde and it might add a bit of
excitement with the heir race.
Ryman: “Let me in. You know I’ll win hehehehe.”
Du Maurier: “Who’s a good boy, Jupiter?”
Jupiter: “Oh, for heaven’s sake, you know it’s me!”
Du Maurier: “You’re a good boy, Jupiter!”
Jupiter: “Ha, you fool. Now I will eat my treat with smug pride.”
Lilly: “I just want to kiss my husband but he won’t pit that game
down!”
Du Maurier brought
home Sethe today! Sethe is the daughter of Morrison and Lisa Rossi.
Du Maurier: “So if you’re older than me… Why are we the same age?”
Sethe: “It’s cus Gray prefers you guys over us. When you join us in
Everivory, you’ll be subject to the same kind of neglect.”
Jupiter decides that
a mid-winter night is the best time to play with the water wriggler.
And now for another
bit of spam, but this time is Du Maurier and Ryman bonding at the activity
table.
Du Maurier: “I don’t know what this dog wants from me?”
Peachy: “Play! Play!”
Du Maurier: “Oh do you wanna play, girl?”
Peachy: “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS!”
Jupiter: “This simian is truly dense.”
And finally, on the
day of his birthday, Ryman is taught how to talk by Wilde.
Wilde: “Now, say Daddy.”
Even though this baby
actually knows how to talk rather well…
Ryman: “Daddy!”
Ryman: “I love you, Daddy!”
Wilde: “My baby is so smart!”
You don’t even know
the half of it, Wilde.
Lilly is also there
to give Ryman some cuddles just before he ages up.
Oh, this is a bit of
a spoiler but… Du Maurier brought home Evelyn McMillan. You’ll get to know her better
in the spares update.
WHOA WAIT IS THIS
ALLOWED?!
IS THIS ALLOWED?
Mitch: “Was that our niece fighting with a young girl in the living
room?”
Dickens: “It appears to be that way, my darling.”
Wow, all the spares
are coming to the house today.
This is Bathsheba
Hutchins!
Of course, Dickens
and Mitch’s arrival to the main house is because Ryman is having a party!
Look at this big
family!
There goes cute baby
Ryman!
And here he is as a
sweet child-
Baldwin, what a surprise!
Baldwin: “I am here.”
Serdar appreciates my
redecorating skills.
I’m sorry, Ryman is
so frickin’ cute I couldn’t resist taking a photo of him after changing his
PJs.
Ryman: “Watch this Mama!”
Wilde: “I’m sure this child loves Lilly more than me.”
Nahh…
Maybe. *shrug*
Serdar: “I do not recognise you, strange child!”
Gaiman: “You think a pearl necklace is what I should give a girl on
a date?”
AY AY AY! That’s no
conversation to have in front of a child!
Ah Baldwin, I was
wondering when I’d see your goofy Hawaiian shirt again.
No sentimental
goodbyes?
Wilde: “Eh, the nursery will be open when Du Maurier returns.”
What makes you thin-
Wilde: “I’m hoping. She’s the nicest of the kids.”
Evelyn: “Ehehehehehe, you’ll never see this coming.”
Evelyn: “Down with Du Maurier!”
Evelyn, what the hell
my child!?
Du Maurier: “I have another friend!”
Oh, you’re definitely
miss popularity, aren’t you?
It’s Morgan Oxley!
Howl and Megan’s son and Wynne’s grandson.
Ryman: “This simian school work is hard to understand…”
Ryman: “What is a B+?”
Howard: “Hello, it is I. Howard Rossi!”
Oh, it’s Sethe’s twin
brother, Howard. Howard is Morrison and Lisa Rossi’s son.
Also the only genetic
red head in the family so far.
Ryman: “Why are you whistling?”
Ryman: “Ugh, another cake!”
You’re definitely
fitting into this family nicely, Ryman.
The hijinks this
family goes through.
Oof, that looks like
it hurt, Ryman.
Eliot: “Boo, you suck, Ryman!”
Ryman: “Oh this is truly embarrassing!”
Du Maurier: “I am aging up today.”
I know. I’m excited!
She’s so patient,
look at her! How cute!
Oh. I think she’s a
clone of Wilde… Ah, we can only truly tell when she goes to college and ages up
into a young adult!
Anyway!
Du Maurier is a
Knowledge sim who wants to be Chief of Staff (Okay, we’ve not done that one
before!) and likes fat sims who wear glasses and hates cooking skill.
Du Maurier: “Now I can show off my true side.”
… You look so
hipster.
Du Maurier: “I know right!”
Okay, Eliot, you win.
Eliot: “Oh?”
I’ll let you join the
heir race and see if other readers like you enough to want to you take over the
family name.
Eliot: “That’s more like it. And nobody had to get hurt.”
Why would anyone get
hurt?
Eliot: “Because I’d do anything if it meant being heiress. Anything.”
*gulp*
Du Maurier: “I was gonna do that, lady.”
Eliot: “Boohoo, I got here first. I’m the super neat one anyway.”
With that out of the
way, I think we’ll end the chapter here.
Until next time, thank you for reading! See you later!
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