I wish I had something, you know, revolutionary for this post! If I had planned it out a bit more, I might have stepped up my playing schedule such that the Z generation baby was born on New Year’s Eve or something like that.
As it is, I barely have time left over at the end of the day (or the week) to play. Some times, ya gotta work with what ya got.
Now that Olivia was a young adult, I decided it was time for her to find a husband. Or at least a baby daddy to get her knocked up. (I’m a little mercenary that way, I guess.)
This is Jarvis Crist. I liked him, because I thought his name was really funny. What Would Jarvis Crist Do?
Olivia invited him home, and tried to put the moves on him. But her house is totally crowded with old people!
She tried to convince him to make out on the couch downstairs, but he wasn’t into it.
I’m going to have to either move out Cletus, Nick, and Mandy, or move the whole lot to a larger house. I still haven’t decided which.
At any rate, sparks were refusing to fly. I decided to send Olivia to France to find a lover. After all, that is what France is for, non?
This is Pascal Desmarais. He’s kinda goofy looking, and his name isn’t as fun as Jarvis Crist. But he seemed relatively into her.
Although he was a little surprised when she tried for a kiss the first time they met.
She invited him back to the hostel. Not only did hearts fly up from the bed, but the lullaby (indicating pregnancy) played!
They laid there talking about TV for a while. But within minutes, Olivia’s vacation time was up, and she had to return home.
The next day, I had her invite Pascal over. They had a tender reunion right there in Olivia’s garden. Marred only slightly by being jostled by Olivia’s grandmother Mandy, who was trying to play with the sprinklers.