Sims Sunday: Welcome to Lunar Lakes

This week I bought the Lunar Lakes world, and moved everyone over. We begin back at Starlight Shores, with this magnificent monster, Sebastian Gooder.

Sebastian is one of the pre-made Sims who comes with the town. I Googled his name and found several people online commenting on how ugly he is. Poor ugly little kid grew up into a poor ugly old man!

Sebastian has the “Loner” trait, which made it difficult to woo him. He’s also – as you can see – elderly, which means the clock is ticking. And finally, I was antsy to get to Lunar Lakes.

So I added him to the family with a cheat, and moved on.

The idea behind Lunar Lakes is that a spaceship took all these Sims to an alien world. I ended up loving the sci fi vibe a lot more than I thought I would.

First, I moved the Alphabettis into the sci-fi-iest house on the planet. From here, it hardly even looks like a house!

You have the main unit, which is up on legs. And then there are the living quarters in a separate pod, connected to the main unit by a breezeway.

Most of the public buildings are accessible via warp gate. Here is Girbitz Jr. emerging from the City Hall warp gate, where he attended his high school graduation ceremony.

Something about the ceremony must have loosened Sebastian up, because he finally started responding to Fern’s advances. Maybe it was seeing her in that pretty fancy dress!

They went home, tried for baby, and were successful. Here’s the happy couple, lounging in bed after “doing the deed.”

It’s nice to know that even if you are ugly and super old, you can still get laid.

Soon enough, Fern gave birth – to triplets! She gave birth to them in the living room, and (for reasons known only to her) carried them down into their home’s entryway to meet their father.

Meet Hoisin, a male Eccentric Virtuoso who is also the only one of the three to have inherited blue skin.

And… I didn’t take pictures of the other two. Guess I got distracted. Anyway, they are:

Hey, check it out! Baby swing things! Keeps ‘em quiet for hours… until it makes them barf.

“I have to pee!” Not anymore you don’t.

Here they are as toddlers: Hart, who appears to have his mother’s silver eyes and his father’s ears and nose.

Hoisin, who has clearly inherited his mother’s skin tone, nose, eye color, and hair color.

And little Hat, showing off her mother’s nose.

I guess I would have a thousand-yard stare, too, if I were 92 years old and up all night caring for my new toddler triplets.

Meanwhile, Girbitz Jr. grew up into a young man, which meant it was time for a new outfit!

Work it, honey.

I had a few different long-range plans, which meant that I spent a lot of time waiting around for my Sims to finish improving their skills. While I waited, I decided to tidy up Fern’s inventory.

Every time a Sim is moved out or dies, everything in their inventory gets transferred to the oldest surviving relative. Soon, your inventory is completely cluttered with dozens and dozens of items.

Unfortunately, the game’s inventory control is utterly lacking. Wouldn’t it be nice if you could create folders and organize your items into them? It sure would. And if you want to move something from a Sim’s inventory to the family inventory (where it is out of your way) you have to take it out of your Sim’s inventory, set it on the ground, switch to family inventory, and drag it in. SO FRUSTRATING.

This meant that I spent a long time poring over Fern’s inventory, picking out items by category, so that they would be somewhat organized in family inventory. I set everything out on the back patio.

Let’s see. We have various items collected on vacation.

Headstones of deceased Sims.

Potions (all sorts).

Dozens of books… I sold off everything but the ones that were written by Alphabettis. Most of these were written by Bentley.

And – most horrifying of all – Imaginary Friend dolls. Shudder!

While all this was going on, poor old Sebastian Gooder died on the breezeway while carrying one of the toddlers from the main housing unit to the living quarters.

He begged for his life, but Death refused to heed his pleas.

Farewell, Sebastian! You were one ugly son of a gun, and your genetics shall live on in the Alphabettis.