Prep Work

So we left off with Gen 2’s transition. He decided he was the new Neo and went with the red. It was an eyesore to many. For me, I thought it was funny and let him wear it for a few days.
Christian: *sighs*
Hey, you’re the one who transitioned in to it. You did rather well with your teen outfit so I suppose I expected too much of your adult transition.


Christian: *grunts* Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!
You’re going to hurt yourself.
Christian: Go. uh. Away!
You’re not that lucky mister. Unfortunately, Mr Heir here didn’t date anyone in high school. I suppose he’s saving himself for marriage. *sighs*
Christian: There’s…. ugh… nothing… gah… wrong with abstinence.
It might help with your mood. *pokes* Anyhow problem is, he knows more guys than girls. And for some odd reason, Riverview is swarming with guys… I need an heir for Gen 3 darn it!
Christian: I have no intention of creating any offspring for your enjoyment.


The only female at the gym is a girl from high school. Figures. Hmmm, she’s cute. I wonder when she grows up. *begins plotting*
Christian: *scoffs* The child is a slob. Next!
Well sure she has green fumes, you know she was just on the treadmill.
Christian: It is one of her traits. Do keep up.
*blinks* Uh huh… moving along…


Rhoda Bagely’s ghost is already haunting. Its only her second day dead for cripes sakes. *shoos the ghost*


Sherman is obsessed with death and his impending doom. His transition day is only 4 days away, as is Steve’s. On the other hand, today is Ruby’s transition day.


There she is. I’m not ready for this.
Christian: *smirks* It’s like watching yourself age. It isn’t pretty is it. Soon she will be pushing up daisies with Aunt Rhoda back there. How are you going to handle that? Hmm? *laughs*
Hey! You’re not evil, you’re grumpy. Now pipe down, Buster, or you’re going to have a houseful of spawn.
Christian: *laughs harder*






Oddly enough, she spun in to her every day clothes and out of her work clothes before transitioning. I know, odd isn’t it?




*sighs* She’s too skinny. Look at those arms. They’re scary thin!
Christian: *chuckles*
I hear you.


I had to give her a makeover. Mercy she seriously looks like my mom.
Christian: Is that fear I hear in your voice?
That’s it. Time to find you a wife.


*blinks* Wow, next!
Christian: *sighs* What is wrong with this one?
Have you SEEN her profile? *shudders*
Christian: Now that you mention it. I haven’t.
Well don’t. It isn’t pretty. *shoos him along*


It got late, the streets started to empty. I find that odd, they all really do leave and go home, very unlike TS2 where downtown is never empty.


The next day I sent him to visit my first choice for the Gen2 spawn bearer, Precious Jones. Much to my delight, she is Christian’s age and not Steve.
Christian: Isn’t this the same girl that is a love interest of my brother’s?
Something like that. Trouble is he is still a child while she is now a woman. A good looking woman with money… in other words, if you want her, she’s yours.
Christian: Interesting.


*stares* So I pay her to eat my food?
Christian: You don’t pay her, we do.
You know what I mean. Hmmm, maybe we’ll go old school and marry in a maid to the family.
Christian: Preposterous. I will not marry the hired help. While there is nothing remotely wrong with being a maid, I simply will not marry one because it suits your needs.
*laughs* That’s what you think.


Sherman here is sinking lower in his happy place. He’s having more breakdowns than ever. So I decided to push things along as I often do. I had Ruby call the gang over for a birthday party. Plus bonus, it is the weekend. Lets have a pool party! *grins*


Jayden always seems to be one of the first to arrive. Granted he only lives down the street, but still…


Naturally I invited Georg Dean, Sherman’s partner. He’s sexier in uniform.


And I invited Precious Jones, daughter to Ruby’s old boss Hannah (who is standing at the door) and future spouse of Christian.
Christian: We aren’t even dating. Isn’t that statement a bit premature?


*raises an eyebrow* Perhaps it is. Tell me Christian, do you prefer dancing with George over dancing with Precious? If so we can change things. You’ll stop hearing my voice, you’ll move in with George and you will never have to worry about spawn.
Christian: Rubbish woman, here in Riverview two men dancing together is simply a sign of friendship and nothing more.
Just checking… he is rather delicious and manly.
Christian: Others may be willing to indulge in such lifestyles, I am a traditionalist.


Hmmm… maybe I need to buy another cake for Don. He should be old too!


It’s time. Sherman is getting ready.



I can honestly say I am not fond of elders. While TS2 elders were also slouchy, at least they didn’t suddenly become anorexic.


She didn’t. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t!
Christian: She most certainly did.
*headdesk*


Don looks rather smug about it. At least she waited until her ‘mid-life crisis’ before she flirted with him.


I made her apologize to Sherman.
Christian: Why didn’t you have her apologize to her children?
*shrugs* Because you have enough going on, you’re barely friends with her anyhow.


They did eventually make up. It only took a day or so.


This is Christian after his makeover. He’s contemplating interesting objects in the room. It is something he spontaneously does and it gives him a fascinated +10 moodlet. Considering he’s usually very grouchy, this is a handy little feature for a genius.


Cassanova here was moving too slowly for my taste. At the party he managed to be flirty and alluring before she left. It is early enough that she wont have to run off any where… okay Christian, time to work the mojo.
Christian: I have no ‘mojo’.


In my hands, even the grouchy genius can find enough mojo for a first kiss…


going steady…


getting engaged…


and married all in one afternoon. *pokes da boy* Okay kiddo… the moment you’ve been saving yourself for. Go make a baby.
Christian: Are you daft? I loathe children.
No, you ‘dislike’ children therefore you can make a child and put up with it long enough for the spawn to grow, nourish and take over the house as you have.
Christian: I denounce your logic and replace it with my own. You will get bored with us and move on to another project. Therefore I have no need for spawn.
You don’t want to woohoo with your lovely wife?


Christian: I never said that…
They’re actually quite affectionate towards each other. Nothing like a 3lb Sims2 couple, but they’re cute.


Did I mention she is a hussy? She lost a friend in Steve, he was crushed and betrayed. Moshe Caplain is apparently also a love interest of hers. Shame we can’t ask if they’re ‘seeing’ someone. You only have the option of single/married.
Christian: She what? Moshe? My so called ‘friend’ Moshe?!
Easy there fella, you aren’t program to say I am single but I’m seeing someone else.
Christian: …


While I think its awfully cute when girls sit like this… uh…
Christian: Perhaps he should console Moshe on their mutual loss.
Meow. What gives?


Christian: The buffoon implied my mother is a llama. He forgets himself. If my mother is a llama that makes his mother a llama seeing how we came from the same set of parents.


You stole his girlfriend, made her your wife and impregnated her. He’s just lashing out as children are apt to do.
Christian: Regardless, I want him out of my house as soon as he has transitioned to… did you say impregnate?


I sure did. Your wife is expecting! I hope it’s a girl… a boy will be fine, but this time I’d like a girl heir.
Christian: Indeed.


Steve wanted to go swimming. It wasn’t enough that we have a pool in their backyard, no he wanted to visit the community pool. So I sent him…


And he transitioned… alone.


Christian. It’s time.
Christian: Time?
Time for you to go to work. I love how they no longer park their car on the road and keep it in their inventory. I love how everyone can own a car. I have to say I do miss their interactions within the car… but it’s a minor thing compared to the benefits. Oh for cripes sakes, hang up on Sarah. She will get over being jilted for the position as wife. *shoos Christian*


Goodness… apparently it really is time!

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