(Have you noticed that these Sims Sunday posts have been covering shorter and shorter spans of in-game time? My work schedule for the past few months could best be described as “punishing.” I’m hoping that now the holidays are past, I’ll be able to carve out a little more free time. Maybe even update The Splines!)
Olivia proposed to Pascal, and he accepted. In his wacky boxer/brief underwear. Under the disapproving gaze of one of Klango’s paintings.
Yet another painting I wish I could own in real life!
With a feeling of trepidation, I set up an off-site wedding. I have yet to have success with a wedding party held on a community lot. I picked Riverside park.
The beautiful bride and baby bump arrive on the scene. Wearing a formal pregnancy gown which matches the color of her “I’m pregnant” thought bubble precisely. I’m calling it “Pregnant Heliotrope.”
This particular off-site wedding was a disaster in a completely new way. About five minutes into it, the groom just… left.
That’s him, at the upper right, heading for his cab. Ten-four, we’ve got a WTF in sector nine.
The rest of the guests stood around and alternated chatting with each other and booing Olivia. It was not her best day.
After she went home, I found that Pascal had gone all the way back to France. When you invite a “foreign visitor” over, it takes them until the next morning to arrive. What a colossal bother!
But finally, they were wed.
I invited Jarvis Crist to the wedding. He seemed… not entirely happy to be there.
As a honeymoon present, I decided that the happy couple should buy a big new lot, and strike out on their own. (With Klango.)
Just as Klango stepped into the taxi, Olivia went into labor. There was a lot of confusion, everyone jumped out of the taxi, then Olivia jumped back in, but the taxi took her to her big empty new lot.
I know it hurts, sweetie, but look at the view!
She puffed and heaved and wailed, and eventually took a taxi to the hospital all alone.
Back at home, funds were limited.
But as you can see, I am a kind and benevolent ruler. I put their one little unfinished wall between the road, and the toilet and shower and stuff.
Olivia was hungry after all that baby-making.
After dinner, Pascal read at the picnic table. Not much else to do, really.
Everybody’s hungry, but no one wants to cook!
After a few days of this, I relented and gave them an enclosed home. Actually I didn’t so much “relent” as “get tired of all their constant bitching.”
Anyway, it was time for the twins’ birthday! Pascal was really psyched about the possibility of cake.
It was another “crying baby party.”
I actually forgot to write down which toddler was which. I think this is Pelikan, but I’m not sure.
Similarly, we might as well call this one Palatino for now.
They’re so lucky! “When you were a baby, we lived in a house with only one wall, and the toilet was right next to the fridge!”