@Joria Yeah, he has a relationship with Siobhan at the start of my save, so I usually start off with her. I find that if you ask to just be friends afterwards, he has no issue with moving on to the next contender. I usually just jump between the single women in town until each of them has one kid, then wait a life stage for the next batch (i.e., teens age up to YA, pollinator hits Adult) and start over, depending on the ages and their relations (so Morgan is out for Sergio in general, since he got Siobhan already) until I find a new spare that can act as pollinator (that is NOT blood related; I want to diversify the gene pool, not stagnate it into a billion little Pancakes) and I rinse and repeat.
@oshizu The joke is rather that
my bin sims turn out awful. They tend to have tiny eyes and no body shape, so Emi is a massive improvement on my usual product.
Chapter 3
The Perfect Couple
The evening after Emi's stellar date with Joaquin, she invites him back over to her little hut for a talk.
A talk which, to the Watcher's horror, had turned into a very serious question phrased by a very, VERY bad pickup line.
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"Hey, I just met you,
and this is crazy,"
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"But we're meant for each other,
so marry me maybe?"
That is the single most awful marriage proposal I've heard in all my time. There's no way he would acc-- [ You are not allowed to view attachments ]
"I'd love to marry you."
"Yay! Tomorrow at sunrise?"
"Sounds good to me."
Wai-wha-how-...UGH! Whatever! Do what you want, I don't even care anymore! *pouts*The next morning, at the Bluffs, the guests all arrive to an overexcited Emi blocking the tunnel.
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"So I told the girl, 'We don't need to convince the aliens to visit us, I see them at the bar all the time!' And she just gave me this pitiful look, like she'd been hoping to discover them or something."
"Hahaha! Yeah, the other day my granddaughter Olivia was trying to tell me that one of these days, Bella Goth's going to go missing. What crazy imaginations kids have, eh?"
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Emi, where are you going? We need to get this show on the road! The guests are getting bored and just swimming instead!"Just a sec, Watcher. Gotta drop the kids off at the pool."
But the pool is over--oh. Ohhhh. Just gonna...y'know, check on the cake or something. *cough*Finally, the two were saying their vows beneath the arch as the crowd gazed on (the ones that would leave the pool, at least)
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"I promise to spare you from my random angry mood swings and take them out on your housemate instead. I promise to bring into this world a child bearing the best of our features to live beside me in immortality. And I promise that when this is all over, I will resurrect you along with--"
OI! Paolo! You're killing the moment! Shoo!"Sorry, Watcher. Figured the ladies would like to see some beefcake wander by."
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"I promise to give you the best genes possible for our future generations. I promise to keep our green and pink bars so full that you'll never feel tense around me. And finally, I will wait patiently by the Reaper's side until the day we can be together once more."
Hey, wait, where did your wedding dress go, Emi?"Oh, I changed. The white washed me out and the skirt was torn after my detour."
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By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Founder and Spouse. Now go make some adorable nooboos."Don't have to tell me twice. Now, who wants cake?"
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Now where'd your clothes go, Joaquin?"I took an amazing dive off the stairs while Emi was cutting the cake. The tux was lame."
The reception party dragged into midday, when an exhausted Emi took a catnap in (thankfully) a different bush.
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Well, it's 2pm, everybody's had cake, the requirements are met, and the bride's passed out in the shrubbery. I'd say that was a successful party. Let's head on home, kids. We got a manor to construct.
I want to thank everybody again for the continued support. I'm trying to get more used to taking pictures, as I'm accustomed to just playing and not writing about it. Hopefully the increase in images should help break up my infinite wall of text.