Welcome back to The
Literal Booker Legacy!
Previously we lost
all of my progress due to corruption and had to start over again. Nothing of
total importance was completely lost, we still have our Booker graves and our
heir portraits and Eliot and Christie are still intact.
When we left the last
chapter, Christie was about ready to pop her first gen 8 baby out!
Let’s continue to see
who our potential heir or heiress could be!
Honestly, these sims
look like Bruce and Eliot but they definitely do not act like them.
I hate to say it… I
miss Eliot’s argumentative nature.
Oh, that’s better.
Bruce: “Come to think of it, that felt far more natural than the
serenade you did earlier.”
Eliot: “You’re right…”
Christie: “I call this piece: Where
Did my History go?”
During a salmon
dinner prepared by her husband, Christie goes into labour.
Blair, however,
decides the salmon is far more important than the arrival of his child.
Blair: “Hey, it’s good salmon.”
… Blair. Get up, son.
Blair: “I’m not wasting this salmon!”
You’re going to get wasted if you don’t get up. Eliot
will kill you, dude.
Bruce: “Why is your husband still sitting and eating!”
Christie: “BECAUSE HE’S A *BLEEP*ING MORON!”
It’s a redheaded
girl!
*squeals* I cannot
physically believe this. I’m so surprised and so delighted!
This little girl is
Waters, named after Sarah Waters, one
of my favourite post-modern writers. Sarah
Waters is a Welsh writer who namely focuses on Victorian literature with
predominantly lesbian characters. She has written Tipping the Velvet, Fingersmith
– which was also adapted into the South Korean movie The Handmaiden, which you should all watch because it is FANTASTIC
– Affinity, and The Night Watch.
I high recommend you
read Sarah Waters if you enjoy a
story with real lesbian characters that aren’t created for the male’s gaze.
Christie: “Now, I know for a fact you’re not celebrating having a
baby when you were sat eating salmon the whole damn time I was in labour. Get
the hell out of here.”
Eliot is still a
family sim as a secondary and it seems to call out to her. She’s the first one
to change Waters’ diaper.
Christie: “I hope you don’t let your namesake down, please be gay.
Please be gay.”
That’s the first time
I’ve ever seen a mother pray for their daughter to be gay.
Christie: “Our family started with lesbians and it will end with
them too.”
You know we still
have two generations left to go, right?
Christie: “It’ll also look really good for my LGBT voters!”
Ah, I see now…
Blair: “I don’t care who you love as long as you’re happy little
one.”
Welcome to the
revamped Booker Graveyard. It’s not as well designed as the previous one
because hey, I’m tired.
It’ll work for what
it’s made for anyway.
And what it’s made
for is to be the final resting place of Wilde and Lilly now that generation 8
is finally here.
Eliot: “I hardly knew ye.”
I did in fact
recreate every single Booker heir and killed them off with old age because the
long-ass line of platinum gravestones was my biggest achievement.
It’s not cheating if
I had already achieved them previously, right?
For a popularity sim,
Blair certainly likes to keep close to his daughter. He’s always autonomously
tucking her in.
Eliot: “This child is broken!”
No, she just needs
her diaper changed!
Christie: “Hurk! Not
again!”
Bruce: “Who left the toilet in such a mess!?”
I hope you washed
your hands between cleaning the toilet and handling Waters.
Christie: “Augh, this football game is making me nauseous!”
Are you sure it’s not
the morning sickness again? I don’t think your father will forgive you if you
leave the downstairs toilet in a mess again.
Oh well, would you
look at that?
It’s already time for
the first birthday of this generation!
Christie: “Why do I get the feeling there should be two other
people joining us for a party?”
Heh, what ever gave you such an idea?
Never mind that,
let’s just get straight to the spinning and twirling!
Oh. Oh. I hope she
grows into her face.
Waters is a Leo who
is neat, outgoing, lazy, playful, and mean.
Christie: “Wow! You caught my first bump this time!”
It’s amazing, right!?
I mean, Waters is
kinda cute. She has Christie’s cheekbones and Blair’s chin, which could either
spell disaster or beauty queen, but only time will tell.
Waters: “Are you sure I should be drinking this glowy stuff?”
Absolutely! Go for
it. Down the hatch!
Christie: “Ugh, this is so boring.”
Sorry, the potty
training ain’t over yet – you still have another child coming.
Christie: “Goodnight my little phoenix.”
THERE! I CAUGHT IT!
Remember when I got
mad at myself because I missed the shot of Eliot and Joyce holding hands in the
previous generation?
Well, I got it here.
Look how cute that little interaction is!
I think Blair’s
trying to figure out which parts of Waters are his and which are Christie’s.
Bruce, the only
family sim, in the house finally rolls a want to teach Waters to talk.
Bruce: “Can you say grandpa?”
Waters: “Eh, sure. I’ll humour ya. Grandpa.”
Bruce: “You’re so clever!”
Waters: “Adults, yeesh.”
I know, it’s almost
as if I’m the only one who can hear you speak…
Maybe don’t freakin’
smustle in the bathroom!?
Waters: *sniffle*
Waters: “I WANT OUUUUUUUUT!”
Christie: “Oh my, I certainly felt a kick there!”
Christie: “Blair! Honey! The baby’s kicking!”
Blair: “Well, this I gotta see!
- Oh! I felt it!”
Christie: “Weird, right?”
Blair: “Hello there little one, I am your daddy! Let’s hope you
come out big and strong and with red hair so that Gray won’t curse me for not
removing the dominant black hair from the family.”
I think Bruce is
excited to be a grandfather again!
Christie: “Let’s get you squeaky clean, little one!”
And then that night,
we got an expected arrival!
It’s a boy! With
redhair! HOORAY! Our reign of black hair is OVER!
This little one is
Dante. He is named after the Italian poet Dante
Alighieri. He’s probably most well-known for crafting the epic poem known
as the Divine Comedy in which Dante
traverses through the depths of hell, purgatory, and then paradise, or heaven.
However, he has also
crafted other works, such as: La Vita
Nuova, Convivio, which was
published as an unfinished piece, De
Monarchia, and De vulgari eloquentia.
This is interesting,
like during Bronte’s reign, we have a boy and a girl and I shall be choosing
the heir.
I will probably be
waiting until the two munchkins grow up before making a final decision.
Blair: “Oh man, not another crib!”
Get a grip, man.
Christie: “Sleep well, my redheaded angel!”
Dante: “I do concede that I cannot sleep with this racket!”
Waters: “Twinku twinku, wittu staw!”
Christie: “Can I sit down?”
Bruce: “Have you carried this family for a whole generation yet?”
Christie: “Dad… I just had a baby!”
Bruce: “Wake me up when you’re my age. And retired.”
Eliot: “Hello my little darling! I have a feeling you’re going to
be as beautiful as me when you get older!”
Again, not only
giving your daughter a complex at her graduation, you’re now giving your
granddaughter one and she’s only just learnt how to talk!
Blair: “Please take after me son, there have only been two male
heirs in this whole mess of a legacy and if your sister ends up being better
looking, then there’s no hope for you.”
I don’t think you two
could have picked a more awkward spot to dance if you tried!
On one of the rare
days that Blair has off from being The
Law, he’s using it to help his daughter learn how to walk before she grows
up.
Blair: “Come here!”
I think Waters needs
a nickname… Maybe Tes?
Later that evening,
it’s time for Waters to reach the rough and tough childhood years!
But, where’s the
party you ask?
Well, there are no
spares to invite because Alcott and Joyce are no longer related to the family…
And the grandparents…
Do I really need to
say more?
Blair made it anyhow!
She’s stinking cute!
She has Christie’s eyes and I think her cheekbones, both of which come all the
way from Heath, Shelley’s husband, so that’s pretty neat.
Gotta send her
straight to skilling though. No messing around, we need these scholarship’s
more than ever now since the Booker campus house was lost to the corruption.
I wonder what this
version of Yusun will be like?
You need to get ready
for school, Waters!
Waters: “But, I want to play all day. Why can't it be a snow day?”
Because you’re not
lucky, if this generation has taught me anything.
Waters: “Hi, Grandma!”
Eliot: “Hello, Tes!”
Waters: “Aw shoot, a C.”
Waters: “I’m so glad you’re back from work, Daddy. Will you help me
with my arithmetic?”
Blair: “… I didn’t go to college in this world, Tes, honey…”
Christie is also
delighted that Blair is home from work and blatantly stops him from helping his
daughter with her homework. Tut tut.
Bruce: “Here, El, you take Dante. You should age him up.”
Eliot: “My first and only grandson.”
Eliot: “Well, try and look a little excited, Christie. He’s your
son after all!”
Christie: “YAY! Woohoo! Go, Dante!”
Eliot: “That’s better.”
Oh *bleep* me.
Blair has really
small eyes compared to the rest of the sims in this legacy and pairing those
eyes with Bruce’s huge-ass mouth…
Oh, Dante, I’m so
sorry.
Dante is an Aquarius
who is neat, shy, lazy, playful, and nice.
Waters: “But why hasn’t anyone in this legacy made any pottery? Are
we all just cookie cutters in the game of life?”
Bruce: “Wh… What are you talking about Tes?”
Waters: “Grandpa, will you teach me how to kickbox?”
Bruce: “Now, that I can do.”
Eliot: “Boo!”
Dante: “You darn scared me, lady.”
Dante, the only one
getting scared is me with your mouth.
Freaking hell…
Bruce, I need you to
stop being so damn creepy.
First Du Maurier in
college, and now your own daughter. It needs to end!
Dante: “Gwandma, stay!”
Eliot: “Aw, ain’t that cute!”
You should hear some
of the things he says to me… It ain’t so cute.
Dante: “Zip your trap.”
You’re a nice sim,
Dante! A nice sim!
Waters: “Finally! Screw
arithmetic! I am the best!”
And then she gets to
work completing her homework for the day.
Whilst Christie
teaches Dante how to walk.
And then Blair spends
the evening giving him a cuddle.
And some play time!
Christie: “Can you say ‘bottle’?”
Dante: “Not in this life, sister.”
Christie: “Dante, please?”
Dante: “Oh well, if you say please… Still no.”
Another tree fire in
the middle of a thunderstorm.
Dante: “You! You were the one who gave me this wretched mouth!”
Christie: “Peekaboo!”
Dante: “Oh, I’ll play your game, you rogue!”
So, I sent Eliot to
age little Dante up because it’s his birthday but she randomly puts him down
near the staircase and he begins to cry and that’s when I hear the music.
And see the scythe.
She wasn’t meant to
go this soon but because she had to be remade she was given the default life
stage of an elder…
Grim: “Eliot Booker, your time has come. It has been quick and
granted, our paperwork isn’t done yet but hey, when it says it’s time to go,
it’s time to go.”
Eliot Booker. I
underestimated you but thankfully the readers saw your potential and knew you’d
be a true Booker heiress for the ages. Your reign has been shortened by *cough*
technical difficulties *cough* but it has been memorable nonetheless.
You were a true
beauty and stole my heart very quickly. You’re definitely a Booker I’ll be
bringing back into the world of the Sims for future challenges and legacies.
Rest in peace, Eliot.
It’s a very solemn
atmosphere tonight…
Nevertheless, the
party goes on, just one person short.
Oh, I think… I think
Dante may have had an accident just before he was brought to the cake.
Oh dear…
Dante: “Hey, look, hands!”
Waters: “I’m heir, aren’t I, Mum?”
Christie: “Boohoo! I miss my mother!”
Even though the mood
maybe down by the loss of Eliot, Blair is there to make sure his kids remember
that he loves them.
Hey, any last words?
I’m gonna lock the nursery when you leave…
Christie: “Good riddance.”
Yeesh…
Christie: “I meant to the potty training. I am going to miss the
little toes and little fingers… *sigh* I want another baby.”
No. Sorry. Only two
for you, because circumstances.
Bruce and Waters
spend some time together now that Bruce’s mortality is catching up with him.
Whilst I introduce
the world of studying skills to little Dante.
I might roll for the
heir this generation instead of choosing. Granted, Waters has a lot more going
for her, but Dante may have some unleashed potential when he ages up, so we’ll
have to see.
I’ll end this chapter
here. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions but hey, we’re getting so very
close to the end of the legacy now (if I had a penny every time I’ve said that
during the ending of a chapter!).
Until then, stay safe!
See ya!
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