Part 14 - Involving many pictures, so that the next episode is Obvious.
This! With enthusiasm! This is just the luck of pausing at the right moment, because whatever animation Nick is doing, it's probably not to point at the door asking the cute-but-stubborn kid if he can come in. (And she'll think about it.) I've got the exact same moment take from a different angle - to be precise, from inside the house, cutaway walls, with the "camera" facing Kelly. But I think it works better with Nick pointing at the door. A tiny little moment, but one of my favourites. Kelly isn't related to Nick (Nick is Quentin's grandfather), so she's never met this pointy mustachioed man before. And he lived here most of his life! He just wants to visit! Kelly is not having it. Awww.
I think one of the adults was outside and Kelly just wanted to watch them. This is moments after the one above.
This one is for closure, just so you know Nick did make it inside eventually. I also like taking pictures of the posh room. (No surprise to find someone at the bar.)
Nick naturally wanted to see his own grandson... but that's all. He was in his comfort zone to just stand and gawk.
This is quite the toddler update. Anissa and Kelly dancing to the music. This is reminiscent of Alyssa bobbing and wiggling to the same radio in the same room in her onesie. Which is arguably cuter.
Toddlering continues! Quentin wants to know why he's the pleb and she's the princess.
Because I have a castle! But I'll let you visit. -- Kelly is a good sort. Probably.
A quick break from the kids to bring you BREAKING NEWS:
The moderately okay, satisfactory, nearly adequate DINING ROOM has finally arrived. Moody farplace (in some parts of the world, fire can sound like far) crackles to itself, and Alyssa cuts a lonely figure in the kitchen... looking at a blank wall (but look at me being fashionable, that wall is all brick and whatnot) because the thought of a window hadn't been thought.
Uh. This is the post man walking through the back of the house to get to the mailbox at the front. Because reasons. It wasn't always like that.
... and back to the toddlers.
Anissa and Kelly.
Alyssa and Quentin.
They both got to Happy Toddler, and that was fine. I made a big mistake with Quentin in choosing the "Clingy" trait. I thought it might have some learning boost to offset the negative, and I felt that he did learn some skills a bit faster than Kelly, but in the end having only one parent (who was often away) made clingy a bit of a chore. He often got a sad moodlet. Kelly overtook him in everything because there was always Anissa, and Antwan's pro-athlete career wasn't too demanding either.
I don't think you've seen that outfit for Alyssa. Much more relaxed and homey than her spy dresses. This next shot is taken just after the last one, and I'm including it anyway because... I like it.
One's eye is lead down the passage to the charging toddler. Kelly wants to be where the people are.
They sometimes find their way into this bedroom because there's a flat surface to put an empty plate on. There are obviously better beds with better stats, but this one is just good enough for me to not mind sacrificing a little bit of efficiency for the art deco look. Yeah, the bedrooms are possibly the least photographed rooms.
Some domestic scenes:
Alyssa got tired of her glamorous secret agent life and her glamorous home, and decided what she really wanted was to eat out:
That is the same Christin Matsuura from part 3 (I'll have to check) still being vampirical. I idly thought of curing her and marrying her to some bloke in the family, and I like fixing some of the fashion disasters that these randomly generated sims always are, but it won't happen. Quentin is destined for Kelly.
As I said before, I don't tend to do Social Events. There's usually no gameplay carrot, although a gold wedding does unlock those flower bouquets. But nothing much was happening in the house, and it had been a while since I did a wedding, and by this time I had figured I'd be posting the story here. And it makes the whole thing feel less like a creepy eugenics program!
(Yes, the wedding is next. You know that. Like... I don't have to write a "next time"... because the picture? Right? Awesome.)