Fare thee well, Julienne. You shall be missed.
That look on Sam's face on the weight machine is just hilarious. 
I love the silly faces that sims make when pumping iron, but somehow Samhain managed to look even sillier.
Ah! Heartbreaking. First Marc dies, now Julienne. My two second favourite Twinbrook townies 
Always the touching introspective stories when they die! I like that part.
Wow. Samhain has a great face. The romantic tension between him and Beck is interesting, to say the least. I look forward to them being able to finally be together.
Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get desensitized to townie deaths. Sad to say that Goodwin passed away sometime when Samhain was a toddler and I didn't even mention it (Though it was offscreen; for Julienne, I had to watch her die because Clarissa was on the lot at the same time). I had to be introspective for Julienne. I grew attached to her with the Graves and couldn't just say "and Julienne died" just because she never was a part of the household.
It's the downside to being an Ironstar: you get an attractive original townie spouse, but the waiting game is awful.
Ahh, Poor Julienne. Rest in Peace.
...and Beck. Hope that she will going through this!
Marco is adorable too! I want him, hoho ♥
That was really beautiful screenie that you have captured, Trip. Nice, it's really add so much to the story despite the writing style is already great to describe.
And I always find that doing workout always result some funny faces. I totally love that. Gonna hunting more activities that result funny faces ♥
Oh, and I am really curious about who will be Samhain spouse-to-be! I can't wait to see that ♥
She took her mum's death pretty well; I was surprised to find that Beck wasn't very close with anyone in her family.
Marco was really adorable, and he never lost that charm as he grew up.
Inventors always make fun faces, but I'm a little biased because my main focus in my dynasty at the moment is the inventing immortal and I just adore her.
Well, his spousal choice is kind of obvious, so you don't even have to wait.
In current game news: generation four causes
drama. She blows things up too, making her the second immortal that can cause property damage.
---
The same night that Julienne passed away, Clarissa felt a little different too, but she was too young to die. Just not too young to be an elder.
“Dresser,
now.”
After a bit of blonde dye and clothes that maybe suited her, Clarissa proved that she was hard to change.
“You're setting a horrible example for Sammy with your cradle-robbing. I have to live with my son pining for a weird-lipped hag!” Clarissa still didn't know who to blame except for an old rival.
“Please, Heath's not
that much younger than me.”
---
Vega was the first one to truly approve of Samhain's choices, or her choices for Samhain. Even though she was usually very bitter, the one thing that brought Vega to excitement was the prospect of being able to call Harwood family, in a slightly-diluted way. If only he came out for her to announce the good news.
While his hauntings were rare, they didn't stop by then. One night down in the ambrosia room, Vega helped herself to a plate of the food, with Harwood's ghost lingering close by, hoping for a bite, but Vega was very defensive of that one dish. He playfully tried to steal her fork, but she was too crafty for that.
“Wouldn't you know that it's off-limits?” she asked with a chuckle. She had a feeling that Harwood had the same sense of deja vu that Julienne did when it came to dynasties.
“Yeah, but it's sad being stuck between two worlds. I can understand why Jules and Macy can't stay put, but me? I felt like I did everything and I'm still as restless as those two.”
“Well, I can make this a little better.”
“...and that's all I have about Sam. He still amazes me. Wouldn't you want him as an in-law?”
“So that's what you have planned for Becky! I, well, I thought that Screwtape would be the one to marry one of my girls,” said Harwood.
“Funny how you're the one to think that an age gap is an issue,” said Vega. She and Harwood had a laugh about it before he disappeared into the aether, to be locked away for a long time. For someone who claimed to feel restless, his spirit was always forced to rest after that, while Vega's felt like it was ready to detach itself from her the less her old friends visited in the only way they knew how.
As for Wei, it was his last haunting for a while too. All he did was smile at the woman he married. It was shocking to think about how much time had passed, and he knew that he'd be happy with his grandson no matter what he did.
So what did Samhain do as a teenager, with new, teenaged freedoms?
He was supposed to join the Whelohff and Greenwood kids in a protest, but the heaviness of life pained him too much, driving him to brood as the protest winded down.
When it got too cold for his athletic wear, Samhain slipped on a jacket. When it felt too cold to brood, he found a new friend.
His name was Anderson Greenwood, and grandma Vega was always gushing about those good, handsome Greenwood boys. It was a strange family; both Jade and Emerald had children. Jade was ready to admit that her two boys were fathered by Sinbad, but Emerald stayed suspiciously silent about the identity of her boys' fathers. It might have been a product of her unflirtiness.
“Dude, no one believes me, but Ms. Curious is totally adjusting the grades to bring Jerrod's average down!” said Samhain, his voice laced with caution. He didn't want his other best friend (and Anderson's brother) to fail.
“I know. It's the giant squids controlling her. They're so much worse than the sharks.” Anderson was a bit of a loon, but the line between lunacy and worry was very thin, and Samhain found a lot of common ground with Anderson that night.
“So, besties?”
Samhain's brooding nature was far more apparent. Later that night, he went out near the beach to brood some more. Could those lovely Whelohff girls be tempting him away from Rebecca, the woman he promised himself too? Why was Bobbie Whelohff giving him all those date calls? And why didn't he like Marco James being around? How important could the kid be anyways?
“I'm starting to hate this family,” he heard from afar, after the police sirens were silenced.
Well, that's what a family of brooders and rebels always had to face.
The next morning, Sheila had a surprise. Everything from her was supposed to be a surprise, or that was her explanation for her quirk. Marco James cautiously held on.
Although Screwtape was sleeping before work, Samhain was at school, and Vega was sleeping for the sake of passing time, Clarissa and Beck were awake to celebrate. Large crowds always seemed to make Marco very fussy anyways.
Sheila tried to count down so she could blow out the candles with Marco James, but he successfully blew out the candles before Sheila could catch her breath. He hated birthday crowds, even if it was a crowd of three.
He had his dad's awkward smile, but Marco James was actually pleased with himself. He liked the green onesie that his mum bought as a gift, and the blue hair was pretty awesome once it grew out a bit. With his childhood ahead of him, Marco hoped for more time to spend painting; indoors, alone, and right at home in Twinbrook.
“Ah yes, spawn of Sheila,” said Screwtape from beyond the door, “I have a ticket for air travel to France for you! You, Samhain, and I will have a spectacular voyage!”
There were places indoors in France, right?
There were indeed places indoors. Marco James decided that he liked chess, and he was perfectly content to do that until Screwtape was out to get his last Visa level, and Samhain was made his babysitter. Since Samhain was too bored staying in the base camp, he dragged Marco James with him to a house across the road: The Fouchier House.
While Samhain had mature conversations with the adults, Henri and Eveline, Marco James watched television with the third Fouchier child, Zacharie.
“There are
so many people in this house!” said Marco, wide-eyed and fearful, until Zacharie said that his mum just died. That was probably worse than discomfort over crowds.
That night, Screwtape completed his supermax. Then he had no excuse for delaying on the Visa. Thankfully, one nice lady who worked at the nectary had a mission that would give him his last French Visa.
It wasn't very clean, and Vega always warned him about getting too good at making nectar, but it was just a few bottles that the French lady needed. Her name was Charlotte, and Screwtape thought that she was very friendly, enough for him to sleep upstairs at the nectary for a few hours until he realized that Samhain and Marco James were still stuck at the base camp. They needed a proper home in France.
So they bought a small one, but it had enough for everyone to enjoy something.
Marco could paint indoors.
Screwtape had a full kitchen.
And Samhain had ample space to brood.
They could return to Twinbrook feeling fulfilled.
---
Hey guys, you know my little note on the first post about any original townie offspring being the result of my actions and not game mechanics? There seems to be an exception for foreign worlds, as evidenced by Zacharie and eventually many others. I mentioned it on other threads, but I'm still in awe over it.
Yes, there was one time when Harwood's ghost almost got a plate of ambrosia. He didn't eat any of it (Vega distracted him in time) and he's still dead. Now ambrosia is eaten in the afternoon, and I double-check to make sure that no ghosts are out when it is.
Marco's hair color is a result of my watcher powers and a mirror. He was born with brown hair from his grandma Eva. While I like Eva's hair color, I really wanted Amy's hair color instead. So I recreated her hair and got my wish. He still has Eva's eye color, so she still lives on through her grandson.
