Monday 30 March 2020

The Literal Booker Legacy - Generation 7, Chapter 3: So Goodbye, Don't Cry, and Smile


Hello and welcome back to The Literal Booker Legacy. Today's chapter title is taken from Jonghyun's OST song from City Hunter called So Goodbye.

I won't link it because just looking at the video on youtube brings me to tears but unfortunately, I was in a bit of a miserable mood writing this chapter, so the title alone should tell you about what happens in this chapter.

With that foreboding warning, let's get on with the chapter.





Christie: “Last one on the bus is a rotten egg!”

Joyce: “You’re way too excited to start school, you dork.”



Lilly: “I can’t believe my daughter and I were dumb enough to marry these men.”



Eliot: “Oh yeah, sure, my family has fun in the dining room whilst I’m making sure the dogs are fed. Awesome me, I guess.”



Eliot: “What’s the point of cloud watching if you’re not watching the sky, Bruce?”

Bruce: “Er… You’re my sky, sea, and land, my love?”

Eliot: “Nah, not working.”



Sophie, you’re a good witch!

Sophie: “You forgot how low my nice points are! Don’t forget whose daughter I am!”



Man, it feels like Wilde’s college days are so far away now… Look how young he and Lilly are here.



And they’ve both aged so gracefully… It’s gonna be difficult saying goodbye to these two I think…



Eliot: “Who… Are you?”

Irene: “I’m related to you somehow.”

Eliot: “You know, I’d believe it.”



Wilde: “Ah, Eliot, I’m sure you know I don’t have much time left but I just want to say that-“

Eliot: “You underestimated how awesome I am as heiress?”

Wilde: “Well, no, but-“

Eliot: “That you owe me an apology?”

Wilde: “Bingo. I want to say I’m sorry for not giving you a chance. I know you’ll reign this family well when I leave.”



Eliot: “Aw, thanks Daddy. I’m going to miss you.”



Why is Joyce running and crying?

Is it:
A) He’s upset about his grandfather dying
or
B) Eliot and Bruce are arguing again.



If you said option B, well done.



Christie: “I hate it when they argue!”



Wilde: “Gray, before I go, I just want you to know, I want this one to be heiress.”

I’ll keep it in mind, Wilde.



Wilde: “I can see death come for me.”



Grim: “Oh Wilde Booker, don’t look so sad. You’re joining all of your beloved family members in a world without pain or pressure.”



Wilde: “That sounds great and all but I can get engaged to Lilly again in the afterlife?”

Grim: “You can do whatever you want, Wilde Booker.”

It’s kind sweet that Wilde’s last thought before he died was when he got engaged to Lilly.


Lilly: “No! How could you leave me behind!? You promised me you wouldn’t ever do that again!”



Wilde Booker. You were a bit of an ass of a fiancé at first, but after you and Lilly eloped, you became a devoted and beloved husband and father. You also brought the first (but hopefully not the last) alien child into the Bookers as well as produce some outstandingly beautiful children.

Enjoy your time in the afterlife, you deserve it.



Lilly: “Oh, I’m suddenly the reigning queen!”

It was also at this point that I noticed some slight corruption. Lilly’s thought bubble contained those indecipherable squiggly lines and so I risked everything to resolve the corruption.

I nearly lost everything and this could have been the end of the Bookers as we knew it but thankfully everything worked. You didn’t need to know this, of course, but I just thought you’d like to know.



Here lies Wilde Booker, to spend the rest of the generation in peace.

With maybe a few hauntings here and there.



Eliot: “I can’t believe my Daddy’s dead!”



Bruce: “Whew, mopping up those puddles was hard work.”

Eliot: “Oh, was it now!?”



Alcott and Joyce have matching swimsuits. Isn’t that the cutest thing ever!?



Gaiman, what the hell are you doing here?



Gaiman: “I needed a cup of coffee and the coffee shop was too far away from my house.”



Oh dear, Christie, who slept through her grandfather’s death, has just woken up to the realisation that he’s gone.



Christie: “I should make myself a muffin to feel better.”



Christie: “Did you know that my Grandpa Wilde got abducted by aliens? That’s how my Uncle Ryman exists.”



Eliot, what are you doing?

Eliot: “Living my dream. And trying to achieve my LTW a little faster.”



Alcott: “Mummy, why do I have to eat my muffin whilst you eat grilled cheese?”

Eliot: “Because this is Mummy’s grilled cheese. You can have grilled cheese when Mummy is finished eating lots of grilled cheese.”



Lilly: “Oh, hello, Rie. Is Gaiman there? … No. Is Ryman? … No. Where are they both- They’re on dates, okay. Well, I guess I’ll just tell you and you alone and then you can relay the message can’t you?”



Lilly: “I’m dying.”

Du Maurier: “You don’t sugar coat, do you?”

Lilly: “There is no sugar coating on real-life problems, Rie.”

Alcott: “Grandma say what now?”



Lilly: “Just take care of yourself and your brothers, okay, darling? I know, you’re the responsible one.”



Eliot: “Christie, that’s Mummy’s- Oh, never mind. It’s not like I can’t conjure some out of thin air.”



Christie: “Why are you both eating muffins?”

Joyce: “Cus we’re cooler than you, dork.”



Lilly: “Oh, already?”



Grim: “Lilly Booker, your time on this plane of existence has come to a close. Please allow me to escort you personally to the little corner of heaven where your husband and his extended family have called their own.”



Lilly: “This drink better be on the house.”

Grim: “Money is not a thing that exists in the afterlife, so everything is technically ‘on the house’.”



Lilly Booker. You were Wilde’s patient and devoted wife, even if he didn’t really deserve you at the start. You started of shy but when you came out of your shell, you were an amazing mother. Thank you for your beautiful genetics, and ending the reign of black hair in the family (even if it didn’t last that long).

You’ll be missed.



And here she rests, next to Wilde.


Bruce is being a little cutie by consoling his wife.



Alcott & Joyce: “I wish Grandma were here.”



Joyce grows up first!



Oh yikes, looks like caught the short end of the stick with genetics. Lilly’s cheek bones but Bruce’s mouth…

Joyce rolled Knowledge and wants to be The Hand of Poseidon like his great-great-great-great-great grandma Andrea. I’m probably missing a great there.

Joyce likes jewellery and unemployed sims but doesn’t like creative sims.

So, he basically wants a homemaker? I’m not sure what he’s after.

Joyce is also bisexual.



Alcott fared a little better. I just wish she didn’t have black hair… Ugh.

Alcott is a Pleasure sim who wants to be a professional party guest. She likes jewellery as well but on redheaded sims. She also hates creative sims, like Joyce.

Huh, they really are twins aren’t they, lol.



Alcott: “I can’t believe Grandma died and Banana ran away on the same day!”

Wait, Banana ran away?



Eliot: “Hi, I’d like to report our dog, Banana, as missing. She’s a pink panda with thick black eyebrows. You can’t miss her.”



I gave Alcott a little makeover because she grew up in the same dress her mother wore as a teenager. I feel like Alcott may be a little girly-girl like Eliot so I put a little pink makeup on her too.

Alcott: “I approve.”



I think Alcott and Christie look similar, but we won’t know until Christie’s birthday in the future.



Alcott: “Maybe Joyce can build a rocket and do what grandpa did.”



Alcott: “Meet some aliens cus I doubt any girls or boys are gonna want to come near you. Especially since I’ll be around.”

Oh yeah, Alcott is also bisexual.



The twins look excited to start high school.



Eliot: “This is it, I have conjured my 75th grilled cheese!”



Christie: “Gray, guess what! I got an A+!”

Awesome work, Christie!



Joyce: “Noogie!”



Alcott: “You could have ruined my hair, you fobbing twit!”

Joyce: “Oh, take a joke, Ally.”



Alcott: “You’re such a bully!”

Eliot: “I’m so proud of my son.”



I didn’t know Cowplants could gather snow if left outside… It kinda makes me feel sorry for it, all it has to keep it warm is the little flame on the candle.

Poor Cowplant, no longer getting fed because Shelley died…



Butterflies? In winter?



Now that her kids are starting to grow up, Eliot’s been reduced to finding past-times. Her new one is playing the piano at all hours of the day and night.



Hello Samantha Norton!

Samantha is Rupert and Ryan’s daughter, and Lawrence’s granddaughter.



Aw yay! Banana came home!



Christie: “Can I play after you?”

Joyce: “Can’t you see my high score!?”

Christie: “You don’t get scores in this game, Joyce!”



Meanwhile, Alcott is getting busy with Joe Haggerty.







Oh boy, you really shouldn’t puff your cheeks out, Joyce. You could induce nightmares.



Christie: “No school?”

No, you still have school.

Christie: “But it’s snowing!”



Eliot: “Can I help you?”

Marie: “Just so you know, I’m ready to married into the legacy at any time.”



Hol’ up. Are those red eyebrows I see?

Could Marie be a redhead?

Perhaps you may be worth marrying in after all!



It’s time for Christie to age up.

Very appropriate, Bruce.

Bruce: “Ey, El, call me up, baby!”







Christie is a Popularity sim with a LTW to become Mayor. She likes underwear and redheads but hates logical sims.

And she’s straight BUT, she is heir just because I prefer this skin tone to Joyce and Alcott’s. And also, she has brown hair.

She and Alcott are also, unfortunately, face twins…

I hope this whole twinning thing ends soon, for god’s sake.



Christie: “Oh, God, you two are so gross!”


Hello Wilde!

Wilde: “I am constantly cold.”

Oh… That sounds unpleasant…






Christie: “Oh, hey, Blair. What? You wanna go on a date? I’d love to!”

Joe: “I wish she’d date me.”

Get outta here, man.



Christie: “I’m unsure if I should drive a car my father made…”

You’ll be fine. He’s good at tinkering around.



The more I look at his face, the more excited I am to have those genetics in my family!



Blair chose a quaint little coffee shop for their date. It’s almost comical, Christie’s still in her outwear and Blair’s wearing his paperboy uniform…

Barista: “I hate these dang legacy sims.”



First kiss!



You two are in public, you know?!



Christie: “Listen, there’s something inside me telling me that we have to be more than just this. Wanna be my boyfriend?”



Blair: “Hell yeah!”



Christie: “I’d like to dedicate this poem to my new boyfriend, Blair Thorne.

Heiress with no throne,
Thorne with no rose,
entwined, book
ends. 1, 2, 3, shall we continue?
4, 5, 6, wild how well we work. 7,
8, 9, so much left to unfold
.”

Yeah, there’s a reason why I choose to do fiction over poetry for my creative writing course LOL.



Time to get off the stage, Wordsworth.

Christie: “Now, you know that’s not my name.”



Christie: “Uh, do you do matcha lattes?”

Barista: “Girly, we just make coffee.”



Before we leave this venue: Hi Angelou!



Lisa: “Aw, that’s cute. You’re getting close to the end of your legacy. Don’t forget we exist when you finish!”

When I finish, this world’s being deleted and renewed.

Blair: “Uh, what?”



Blair: “Existential crisis aside, these roses are as beautiful as my girl!”



I really love these kinds of photos. Showing the new heiress against all the heirs and heiresses that have been before.



Christie: “HIYA!”



Alcott: “Wanna go on a date?”

Joe: “Sure.”



Alcott: “You’re so cute!”



Alcott: “Wanna go steady?”



Joe: “Of course!”

Alcott: “Aw, I love you!”



Meanwhile, Joyce is getting it on with Allyn Chung in the kitchen.

Allyn is also Ryman’s old girlfriend.

Oh. That’s really weird.

… Getting with your uncles ex-girlfriend…

Hm.



Three little Bookers do their homework.



Whilst Mama Booker feeds the cowplant.



Blair: “Whoa, this is heavy!”



Aw, thanks for the pinball machine.

I did immediately sell it.



Bruce: “My family makes this look so easy.”

It is easy when you have max creativity…



Alcott: “How do you even cheat at redhands!?”



Eliot: “Ah, it’s a nice morning for a grilled cheese!”



Annabelle takes a walk through the neighbourhood with Cherry.



Joyce: “Why am I fixing this computer?”

You’re the only one home.

Joyce: “Where’s my mother!?”

Oh, good question. I think she’s fixing a shower somewhere…



Christie: “Chase me! Catch me if you can!”*

*Chase Me - Dreamcatcher



Well done for becoming the first overachiever of the generation, Joyce!



Christie: “Oh, me next! I was next!”

… Wow, Alcott’s really lagging this generation.

Christie: “It’s because she needs friends and she’s not a popularity sim.”

If you could flip your hair, you would, wouldn’t you?

Christie: “You know it!”



Alcott: “Oh, hey Grandpa.”



Wilde: “Why aren’t you an overachiever yet!?”

Alcott: “AAAAAAH! I’m sorry!”



Joyce: “Allyn!”

Allyn: “Is that your sister’s boyfriend leaving?”

Joyce: “Yeah, but just ignore him.”



UH, MAYBE YOU DON’T WANNA DO THAT ON A DATE, JOYCE?!



Allyn: “No, get off me!”



After apologising for his roughhousing, Allyn eagerly accepted Joyce’s advances.



Joyce: “I know you were with my uncle for a while and I know what you two did on the sofa in the sitting room, but I don’t judge you, wanna date me?”

Allyn: “Ah, the only words I ever wanted to hear. Yes, I will date you, cutie pie!”



How to tell who has the fewest nice points: spot the person cheering a dog fight.



OH FUDGE BUCKETS!

I missed Banana passing on!

Penelope: “MAMA! Awwwoooooooo!”



Claire: “I think this generation might be good for me.”

Er, sorry, everyone’s paired off…




Eliot: “Did you hear about Kimberley’s proposition to me at college? I think she wanted me to kill Rie if I didn’t win the heirship.”

Bruce: “That’s terrible!”

Eliot: “I know right! Like I need to be propositioned to do that.”











So, I let these two go on a date because Bruce’s aspiration bar was getting low and they kept rolling wants to woohoo in the car.

I kinda really like this interaction, it looks so realistic.



FINALLY!

Alcott: “Oh, gee, thanks, Gray…”



Christie: “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad!”

Awkward.



Oh… Could you two just NOT on the sofa, please?!



Eliot: “Whew, just in time. There’s the bus.”



Joyce: “Academie Le Tour, prepare to meet your match!”



There goes one Booker, off to embrace college life!



Christie: “One last noogie before you go!”

Alcott: “Ugh, I should be giving this to you, not the other way round!”



Bye bye, Alcott!



Oh, well, I managed to catch Paddington’s departure.



Eliot: “No, not Paddington!”

I know, now who will Ben Whishaw voice?!



Mailman: “Aw, there used to be a lot of you. I guess you’re the only pup left, huh?”



Hello Booker siblings!

Alcott: “What is Joyce wearing?”

Something suitable for his character type.



Blair: “Oh, hey, it’s my girlfriend.”



Say goodbye to the youthful Eliot and Bruce!



They both aged really well!

I had to keep the pink theme with Eliot, she just didn’t look right in anything else.

Also, Bruce’s jumper is just such a mood. Anyone else crave hotdogs sometimes? I don’t get to eat them often but man, I wish I could.



Hello Paddington!



Christie: “Hi, I need one taxi to get me the hell out of here. My parents are gross.”

What are you talking about?



Oh.

Well, that’ll be you and Blair next generation…



Christie: “I am outta here!”



Bruce: “We’re all alone again.”

Eliot: “Like we’re back at college.”

Bruce: “You still look as beautiful as you did back then.”

Eliot: “You’re making my will to argue vanish, you sweetheart.”



Bruce: “I’m glad, I love you far too much to argue with you right now!”

***

And with that we end this generation! 

Next up, the college chapter!

And then generation 8! So close!

Thanks for reading! Take care.

Until next time.

See you!

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