Entering the house, James surveyed the bare front room, looking towards the kitchen. He was hungry, but Eliza would whip up some food before long. In the meantime, he'd take a look around the rest of the house.
The master bathroom was similarly spacious. He'd designed it to have a tub by the window, in addition to the fancy stall shower, but had run out of funds. Still, the plumbing was in the walls, so it would be almost trivial to add the fixture once he could afford it.
Back in the front room, Greg, finished playing with the mirror, was staring out the front door moodily.
Greg: "I don't like it."
Eliza: "You don't like what?"
Greg: "This house. What was wrong with the old one, hrm?"
Eliza: "The old house burned down, dear. Remember?"
Greg: "Hmph! Goldanged fire, ruining a perfectly good house."
After making lunch, Eliza headed back out to the summer festival, hoping to reassure the neighbors around town that the family was getting back on their feet after their temporary displacement. When she heard a woman call "Mom!" from across the park, she smiled to herself, turning to greet her daughter.
Eliza: "Crystal, it's so nice to see you, dear! How are you? How's the baby?"
Crystal: "She's fine, I'm fine, so's Lyle. He's watching her today while I came out to get a break for my own sanity."
Eliza chucked. She knew what that was like!
Eliza: "Yes, it's very nice. Lots of room, and the kitchen is quite high-tech! There's even a trash compactor and a dishwasher. I never had those in my house growing up."
Eliza: "Are you okay? You looked sad for a moment."
Crystal forced the smile back on her face. It was a beautiful day, no need to waste it with her worries.
Crystal: "Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking. Come on, let's go try the funnel cakes - Lyle said they were particularly good this year."
While Eliza was eating funnel cakes with her daughter and Greg was doing who knows what at the house, James set off across town to attend a party. He barely knew the host, Carson Farr, but he thought that his father did. And when the invitation came in the mail, addressed to "Mister Woods," well, James could hardly be blamed for any confusion. The house was nice, possibly a bit too spacious, but the backyard was perfect for a pool party. After changing into his swimsuit, James made note of the bar as he approached the pool; he wasn't terrible at mixology, maybe he would mix up a few basic drinks later.
James: "Almost done making drinks Mr. Farr, Ms. Jansen-Sw0rd. Want some?"
He made sure to apply the proper accent when pronouncing the '0' in her last name, prompting a warm smile from the old woman.
Dominique: "Oh, you can just call me Dominique. And yes, please."
James: "Here you go, Ms. Dominique."
She took it with another smile, and James turned to the host.
James: "Excellent party, Mr. Farr."
Carson: "Oh, it's good enough, I expect. You'd never know that back in my day I was quite the party animal. I used to throw bashes every weekend, half the town would come! Now look at me. I'm old, I'm fat, and I've lost it."
James: "What? You haven't lost it, not by a long shot. You ready?"
Carson: "Eh? Ready for what, young man?"
James leaned back, then waved his hands in the air, shaking his butt while letting out his most enthusiastic "WOOO!" Carson just stared for a moment, taken aback, then grinned and replicated the gesture, adding his own voice to the traditional party animal greeting. It culminated in a mid-air double-high-five, and James grinned to the older man, who laughed.
Carson: "Well then, I guess you're right! I've still got it after all!"
James: "Right on! I'm going to get a drink. Sure you don't want one?"
Carson: "Well, maybe I'll have one after all. These old bones still have life in 'em yet!"
James: "Ms. Dominique, how's your drink?"
Confused, James looked up.
Dropping the glass he held in his hand, he could only stare at the scene before him. He gave her a drink...and then she died. He gave her a drink, and she died. She died! He knew he hadn't poisoned the drink, but to any witnesses it looked like he'd murdered the old lady!
While everybody else was out, Greg had taken it upon himself to furnish the front room. Remarkably, this hadn't ended in a mismatched disaster.
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Sorry for the huge delay in posting, real life got in the way. So, this is the fancy new house I built about two months ago, based off of some plans I found online(no, I'm not sure where, but I can try to track them down if anyone is interested). The idea is that I can live for at least a few generations in the same house, without having to add on a bunch of franken-extentions. In addition to the kitchen, dining, living and porch areas, there's a master bedroom and bathroom(for the heir, obviously), a "guest bedroom"(for the previous generation until they die off), a laundry area, two full bathrooms, and two regular parking spaces. There's also two rooms(currently empty) that you haven't seen yet, each the perfect size for a bedroom, nursery, study, or similar area as needed. I might want a bigger house at some point, so I'm not saying I'll stay here forever, but it's a decent place for now.
I was laughing so hard at the party death. I didn't pose any of it, that's pretty much how it went down. You know what they say: it's not a good party in the sims unless the reaper's been invited! (Please be ignoring the fact that I am fail and left the walls down in that one shot, thanks.)
I tried using a fancy mask to conceal James's identity, but the only CC mask I could find had a mesh that was too shallow to fit James's nose. I hadn't realized it was quite so large! It looks totally normal, right?
So, I have University Life installed now, still waiting on all of my mods to update before I can continue playing the legacy. I do have one more chapter already written out, so it'll be in the game starting with chapter 29, but I don't know if I'll make use of it until generation 3 is headed off. James seems the sort to go to college, but I think it would mess up the pacing to do it at this point, so I won't have him take classes unless he rolls wishes to do so.