sim | marcelle isbi 1.2

Let's start this update right where we dropped off, shall we? With Evian depressed over a stolen dresser.

She has been apparently robbed of her joy as well; understandable as the theft of something so valuable and irreplaceable has that affect on some people.

Evian: If I close my eyes and dream pleasant dreams about a life where I am not pregnant and have a dresser, some god somewhere will take pity on me and everything will be better when I wake up. The dresser, that's the most important part, unnamed god.

Evian: EXCEPT THAT I AM TOO BORED TO SLEEP!!

Evian: AND I AM TO TIRED TO GET UN-BORED!!

I can only do so much for you bb.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new old guy just walking by to say hi ~~and try to get some action as well~~. Also I tried to hook Evian up with the burglar because it turns out that they're three bolts, but no dice.

So that means it's round two with would-be-lover four. Who, as it turns out, is about as mature as a boy in his first year at a party college.

He's also That Boyfriend who likes to meet all the other boys his girlfriend knows.

YEAH, YEAH, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE, I am trying to make love and/or sex happen here.

Or not. Hello again, Gen 2!

Four down and we are never going to get this done :(

Trench Coat (Quentin, in his civilian form) is a critic of the most finest of trashcans and weeds. He also laughed at my kitchen, shut up :(

Evian: So this is probably going to be a huge mistake, but I'm about to eject this baby any moment now and I can take all the free help I can get and also I need to pay my bills will you move in please?

And he does, bringing in about a thousand simoleons and no cooking skill whatsoever. JUICE CANS TELL NO LIES.

Luckily (hopefully), Evian will save them both with her never-aforementioned cooking skillz.

Quentin: Those guys that were here earlier, are they your friends?

Quentin: Why are all of your friends guys? Did one of your "friends" get you pregnant? WHY ARE YOU DODGING THESE QUESTIONS?

We interrupt pissy face time for baby time!

Quentin: Nope, not mine, not important enough to wake up for.

It is a boy, Darren, with dad's skintone, mom's eyes, and their shared gingerness.

Evian: :DD /dumps

Glad to see your priorities are in order, Vi.

Quentin, luckily enough, shows us how competent a father he can be and asks us to please forget the fact that he came in with just a little bit of money, a rug, the inability to cook, and a steady income jumping in video games, or whatever it is that he does. (Just don't ask him to change diapers).

Here we have evidence as to why I never mentioned Evian's cooking skillz.

She doesn't have any, even if she was only trying to make grilled cheese with four cooking points.

Quentin: HELLO WORLD! What a warm, bright morning it is!

Quentin: ... ... .......

Quentin: Ah, whoops! Almost forgot to fix the bed! /slowly and gently draws up covers and pats comforter, because there is certainly no alarm or desperate need to flee the premises and he his ass is saved only by the stupidity of in-game physics.

This is clearly the burglar's fault, by the way. This incident could have been easily avoided if she still had that dresser, and quite obviously the theft kept the door wide open for all of her culinary failings to present themselves.

Evian: I must learn to become that which I hate and fear the most.

Darren: Going to work, mom? That's cool. I'll just be chilling over here in front of the house, exposed to the elements and all these guys that keep coming around, and waiting for you to come back later tonight!!

See, I told you to not ask Quentin about diapers. :(

Quentin: Ugh, that's it. I cannot find any fucks to give in exchange for the will to change a diaper.

Time went by fast! Insert here pictures of mundane things, like Evian getting into a fiery rage and old men walking by the house.

Darren as a toddler. I...forgot to take pictures of him on his birthday, and this is the best I've got. :/

GET ALONG LITTLE --- more gen 2, please.

Sensing the fact that there are more diapers that will have to be changed in the future, Quentin goes into aspiration desperation.

Hi, Mr. THerapist! I have a sinking feeling your visits will be more than just occasional occurrences. Hopefully I'm wrong, though!

Apparently keeping silent and not raging over robberies every few hours or so was too hard for Evian.

(Her boss doesn't like gamers).

Quentin: HELLO? SOMEBODY?? I'M FLAT OUT BROKE AND MY GIRLFRIEND FAILS PROFESSIONALLY, CAN I BORROW A FEW BUCKS?

I have Evian propose, since she didn't have the fear of proposing and getting engaged to the woman you love will get you out of a rut.

Quentin: SO NOW MY DEMOTED GIRLFRIEND IS NOW MY DEMOTED FIANCÉE AND I NEED HELP NOW MORE THAN EVER. I WILL SELL YOU THIS VERY RING I WEAR ON MY FINGER. PLEASE, GUYS, HELP A FELLA OUT!!

Why hello again, Gen 2.

Quentin: PLEEHEHEAAAASE!! MY FIANCÉE WORKS AS A CLOWN. A. CLOWN. AND NOW I'M AN EXPECTING FATHER. WON'T SOMEONE -- ANYONE HAVE MERCY ON A LITERALLY POOR, BROKEN SOUL?!?

Oh, look, Quentin. Your poor attitude's spreading.

Darren: The sad man out front isn't any help at all PLEASE CHANGE MY DIAPER!!
Evian: This is the Marcelle household. We don't change diapers in the Marcelle household. If you wet yourself, that's just too bad.

So a butler is hired. In this case, someone swarming over babies might desperately be needed.

You can rest easy now, my sweet.

Darren: HAHA!! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? HOW. DO. YOU. LIKE IT?!?

Gee, Evian, you're just racking up those points! I believe the tally system's supposed to be a measure of the uncontrolled sims' inadequacies, not your own.

Someone's having a birthday! Again, no pic, because

Okay. I can work with this. I mean, hell, two more babies might bring some

(my initial reaction)

Four. This'll be fun. In the order shown, their names are Candace, Trinity, Ariel, and Nikolai.

Naaah, wasn't expecting you to like this one bit.

Quentin: OKAY, BABIES, NICE AND ALL, TOO HUNGRY TO CARE MUCH.

Quentin: I SMELL HORRIBLE,

Quentin: ...BUT I'M JUST TOO HUNGRY TO GIVE A DAMN.

So now you're a hungry fly magnet faceplanted in a pastry. That's cool too.

Evian: PLEASE DONATE TO MY BLIND DATE FUND! I NEED AN EXCUSE TO STEP AWAY FROM THIS FAMILY!

Evian: This is all?! This is barely enough to go out and buy a stack of paper plates, a marker, and a cheap mop. :(

Quick thinking! I like you, Evian.

Well, you were failing most of your other needs, so why not piss all over the floor?

Evian finally got a date, but he's a family sim and doesn't much like her hitting on him in a room full of her children.

Come, now, it's not her fault you're losing your ~touch.

Rand-o-Date: You're yelling at that child has me convinced that they probably aren't yours, and quite frankly I'm finding myself turned on. ~~ TRUE LOVE'S FIST KISS??

Evian: Sorry, no, not into the whole Disney romance BS.

REJECTED

Even so, Quentin caught wind of something and came to check it out. Oh, if you weren't holding this baby, amirite?

At least she cheats prepared?

Ooohhh, let the fight club begin.

Evian's reaction to my trying to get her to apologize.

Evian: UNHAND my CHILD. You're making me look like an awful parent!

Look at the bright side. Not parenting has saved you a fate like this.

About to fail school? Looks like we need to have a talk, young man.

Nobody: /takes Evian seriously.

Quads grew up! Let's see, we have

Candace.

Trinity.

Ariel.

Nikolai.

...there always has to be one, doesn't there?

Quentin: Who's Daddy's little angel?

Nokolai: ...me. ME!! WHY CAN'T IT BE ME?!?

Nokolai: WHY CAN'T I HAVE FOOTIE PAJAMAS AND GOODNIGHT KISSES RIGHT NOW?!

Boyyyy, your otherother sister ain't getting 'em either and she's handling it just fine.

Evian: So all of this having-a-family-with-you business has helped put things in perspective and I'd really like to apologize...
Quentin: That's kind, but you don't have to --

Evian: ...FOR ALL THE PAIN I AM ABOUT TO PUT YOU THROUGH.

Couldn't you have done this in another room? With one of your kids not inches outside of your fight zone? Not that she seems to mind at all.

It's only gen 1 and this family is this dysfunctional.

Darren: "What a good week it's been!

I HOPE I CAN KEEP THIS UP!"

I made the mistake of thinking there'd really only be one failed toddler per generation. Trinity, she's started to become tantrum central.

Luckily the quads are growing up and they'd be able to do things like go to the bathroom and bathe themselves.

Looks like Ariel's going to grow up being the only sane sim.

Candace is late growing up, so everyone rushes to the kids' room in anticipation of how she'll grow up to be.

...aaand then Ariel becoming the only sane sim became a definite possibility.

Candace: I HATE MY CHILDHOOD IN THIS STUPID HOUSE WITH THIS STUPID FAMILY WEARING THIS STUPID CINDY BRADY HAIRSTYLE. I DARE SOMEONE TO COME PISS ME OFF.
Nikolai: 'Sup, sis? :)