@MarianT Great Scott! You're right! I forgot to do a collage! Let's investigate this question of nose and chin, shall we?
Bonus picture of Goopy as a slightly terrifying alien child! Side note: if you edit an alien in sim form in cas down to a child, and then go back to live mode and have him remove his disguise: HORRORS! Oh, my word, the horror. Don't ever do that. He was, like a half-child, half-adult, with a side of Edward Scissorhands. Cannot unsee.
*ahem* Back on topic, I think we have a strong chance of preserving Lucien's nose, but the Pancakes jaw may finally have gone by the wayside. Otto is adorably baby-faced, much like his Dad. We'll see.
@oshizu Thank you! I love that hair on him, too. It's surprisingly hard to dress Otto without his skin clashing with his clothes, so he's largely monochromatic as a child, but that hair, that hair! Perfection.
Poor Goopster, indeed. He's a pretty good sport, though.
Yeah, I think the zaniness is back big-time, with perhaps a bit more maliciousness, but we'll see.
I adore Karla. Yuki Behr has some really incredible genes, as of course you know from your Apocalypse Challenge. Karla is Yuki and Dimitri's granddaughter, and Ullal's daughter (with Presley the child-hater), and she just made out like a bandit with all of their best features! Oooh! Maybe I need to do a Karla collage!
@Whirligig Otto is 100% on board! He and Gerald would have a blast. He does love playing up his alien status, although unfortunately he inherited exactly zilch in terms of alien powers. He can't even do the secret handshake. I'm having him overcompensate by telling tall tales.
Karla isn't quite moved in yet. We don't have room until somebody *ahem* leaves us, but she did get a nice makeover courtesy of the closet, and now it's just a matter of time.
Glad you enjoyed the sim-shaming! I plan to keep doing it!
Chapter 53: Foreshadowing
Arianna: Okay, now I feel like you’re just mocking me.
Wendell: What? I just got off work! Man, I cannot wait until Pernille is ready for ambrosia. Being the junior member of the Immortals is the pits. I can’t do anything right. And while we’re on the subject, Morris is wearing his swimming trunks today! Pick on him for once!
Morris: The thing is, Wendell, mine are a very understated grey, with a nice pop of turquoise to add a sense of fun, while still being chic and dignified. Your swim trunks have fluorescent palm trees on them. You see the difference?
Wendell: No.
Morris: Well, I guess that’s what we have to expect from our Junior Member.
Arianna: Yes, dear. Respect your elders.
Wendell: I AM my elders!
Morris: He doesn’t get it.
Arianna: Give him time.
Wendell: Grrrr.
Otto: So watch out for my Dad, Angel. He could transform at any second into his flesh-eating slug form, and at that point we’ll just have to hope he’s not hungry.
Angel: He’s sitting right there. Isn’t he going to get mad that you’re talking about him like that?
Otto: Nah. If I say anything he doesn’t like, he’ll just erase your memory.
Goopy: Actually, that’s a good point. I can erase memories.
Angel: You wouldn’t really eat me, would you, sir?
Goopy: Oh, heck yeah! I’d lick your bones clean. *winks at Otto* The Goopster is in on the joke!
Mallory: So yeah, you’ll want to think about perspective and line and . . . .whatever, you’re fine. You’re going to have this maxed in about four seconds.
Otto: I know, right? I’m totally amazing.
Mallory: No, you were just born into incredible privilege, but you’re really cute so you can call yourself amazing if you want.
Otto: I plan to!
Catherine: Agh! What is this for?
Wendell: I was just noticing how stunning you look today, my love, and I wanted to seize the moment to show you how much I love you.
Catherine: Oh, no. Why aren’t you at work?
Wendell: Actually, I just retired. I want to spend every possible moment with you.
Catherine: You’re not fooling me! I know what this means. WATCHER! I got my first notice, didn’t I?
Watcher: Shhh. Can’t you just enjoy it?
Catherine: Oh, man. Massages, now? I’m going to croak any minute, aren’t I?
Wendell: It’s nothing like that, dear. I just want to take good care of you.
Catherine: . . . While you still can? Didn’t you leave out the last part of that sentence?
Wendell: Quiet, now. You’re too tense. Look. Morris is getting a massage, too, and he’s not dying.
Morris: Oh, wow. We do not do this enough.
Arianna: Don’t get used to it. We’re just a decoy so Catherine won’t suspect anything.
Morris: Don’t care why. Just don’t stop.
Arianna: And they actually believed you that your Dad’s got sixteen rows of teeth in the back of his head? Oh, that’s hilarious!
Otto: Oh, yeah! It was great! You should hear what I told them about you!
Arianna: You will respect your elders, young man, and I expect a full written apology and thank you cards from all your friends for all the meals and homework help, and everything else they get at this house.
Otto: But, Grandma, all I said was-
Seth: Let it go, man. I’ve seen her like this before. You don’t want to mess with Madam Founder.
Watcher: Oh yeah, that cat impersonation is still going strong. Very nice.
Catherine: *hiss* Still got it!
Catherine: I gotta say. If I weren’t already planning to haunt this house, I would definitely plan to come back for the lobster thermidor. This stuff is amazing.
Watcher: Take some notes from Lucien, will you? He’s a solid guy, and a real credit to the deceased members of the household. Does the dishes. Stuff like that.
Catherine: No way, Watcher. I’m planning to enjoy my afterlife. I’m going to break every toilet, one by one, then take a lobster break and start in on the bathtubs. It’s going to be amazing.
Otto: Dang, everybody’s teen-ing up. Where’d my pirate crew go?
Otto: Avast, me hearties! Weigh anchor for Isla Paradiso! Awww . . . come on! Somebody jump in. You’re taller, you’re not physically incapable of having fun.
Otto: Ah, look! Just off the port bow, a bunch of losers about to be kicked out of my awesome club and replaced with younger children who don’t enjoy texting and aren’t a total drag!
Morris: Now, Goopy, are you sure you don’t want to measure that? Ice cream is really an exact science, and the balance of flavors can be thrown off by just the slightest slip of the hand, destroying the delicate play between sweet, salty and sour.
Goopy: Yeah, but then I can just throw a bunch of nuts on top and nobody will care, right? Chocolate sauce can save anything.
Morris: *sigh*
Catherine: Oh, cripes. Poetry, now? I got my second notice, didn’t I? I am so done for. If he asks me on a date, now, I’ll know the clock is really ticking.
Catherine: And, yes. Just as I thought. Complete with two flirty ghosts to remind me of exactly where I’m headed.
Wendell: Honey, I’m making a sincere effort to fill your final days with joy and let you know how important you are to me. Could you just lighten up for five seconds and enjoy it?
Catherine: Oh, okay. Let’s go make out on a bench.
Wendell: That’s the spirit!
Morris: Is this weird? I feel sort of weird. It might be the making out, or it might be the fact that I’m still in my pajamas, but I’m definitely uncomfortable.
Wendell: Maybe it’s because you weren’t invited on this date, and just decided to show up despite having no purpose here.
Morris: Nah. That’s not it.
Watcher: Uhhhh, Mallory? Who are you hugging? You don’t know that guy. Catherine, I’m sorry to interrupt your date, but Mallory showed up, too, and she’s hugging some random dude, and-
Catherine: Little busy right now.
Watcher: Oh, gosh! Sorry. You should definitely focus on what you’re doing so you don’t break something.
Catherine: Tell that to Wendell.
Morris: My word, that was disturbing. I’m not reading any more placards. I do not need to know anything else about these folks.
Watcher: What is he so happy about? Checking out the moodlets here . . . Catherine! When did you woohoo in a bush? I didn’t tell you to do that. I only looked away for a second!
Catherine: You wanted me to enjoy myself.
Mallory: Oh, look. A Masterpiece. *yawn*
Catherine: Well, thank you, honey. That was very sweet.
Wendell: It’s where we had our very first date, do you remember?
Catherine: You know, it’s hard to forget being kissed by a giant hot dog. I’ve tried, but . . .
Wendell: I love you.
Catherine: I’ll always love you, too.
