The Good, The Bad and The Crazy (Round 2)The three teens at the moment remind me slightly of Lexa, Anais and Kelsey.
Mary takes some driving lessons from her mum.
Mary: So I go into third here?
Gabrielle: Exactly. You're less scary to drive with than your dad and he's passed his test.
She then goes home and reads a bedtime story to her little brother. She's a good kid.
Iris: She's doing it in my bed though! Where will I sleep that's guaranteed shark free now?! We're all going to DIE! DIE! Mary's in league with the sharks!
Yes, quite.
Mary: And then they all lived happily ever after.
Until their watcher sent them to the Sim Bin for being impossible.
Ethel is... actually, the look on her face tells me I don't want to know what Ethel is doing.
Ethel: You don't, run along.
Run along? I'm omnipresent! How dare you tell me to run along?
Actually, is omnipresent the right word? I can never remember. I'm going to have to Google that, hang on.
*Googles*
Actually, I've decided I'm omnipotent. All-ruling. I like that. I can make you do anything I want, Ethel, don't you forget that!
Hey, wait! Where did the bollard go?
Ethel: For all your omnipresence or omnipotence or omniscience, you're not very good at stopping me from stealing things.
Looking after eight sims stretches even me to my limits. What I really want to know though is how you got that in your pocket?
Ethel: Better get working on that omniscience.
Mary: So how did you get the bollard in your pocket?
Ethel: I didn't. I brought a really large bag with me.
Mary: And the watcher didn't notice?
Ethel: She was on Goggle. Whatever Goggle is.
Mary: Watcher information source.
We can't have an update without a birthday. Gabrielle looks so excited about becoming old. I don't have the heart to ruin it for her.
Gabrielle: Actually, I'm really not. I'm somehow being forced to pull this stupid face.
Fair enough. I blame Ethel.
Ethel: OI!
Reason to age up in work clothes 34: No dodgy outfits or hairstyles.
Iris: Mum, come and have a celebratory drink!
Gabrielle: Umm, should I? We saw your last attempts.
Iris: I've been practicing, it's all fine, trust me. The experimental anti-shark juice has got a new, improved, less experimental recipe. Though how something can be both new and improved, I don't know.
Gabrielle: Ahhhhhh!
Yeah, no more mixology for Iris.
Mary: Don't mind me.
I'm just getting you in the update again, to make up for all the times I forgot you.
Mary: I think I actually kinda preferred not being in them. I've just got to the exciting bit in my book.
Like father (and great-great grandfather), like daughter.
Gabrielle gets a new haircut. I won't show you her outfits, elder outfits are uninspiring.
The CrumpleSteels try a family day out to the pool.
Ethel: Eurgh. Do I have to be here?
Mary: I hate her, I don't want to be here if she is! Can't she go home?
Gabrielle: I might leave you here and go home myself.
Ethel: Actually, this isn't so bad.
Albert: Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
Iris, love, you're meant to go into the water.
Iris: I'm getting the sharks out first.
Fine, okay, whatever.
Iris: Oh my lord. This is horrible. This is torture. People do this for fun?!
I really don't think you should drink that.
Ethel: I don't care what you think, I can drink whatever I want! Stop trying to control me! *sips* Actually, I don't think I should drink this either. It's rank!
Told you so.
Ethel: Maybe you are omniscient.
