The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
Hugo is dabbing into coding a little again.
He’s been getting a bit tired of playing the same games over and over, and he’s now trying to get into modding them. But he’s out of practice.
So here comes his loving developer wife, to his rescue.
I promised Hannah she wouldn’t get any less love and attention now that her siblings were born, and I fully intend to stick to that promise.
On a spring afternoon, we leave the twins with Grandma, and head to the park with Hannah. And it’s impressive how much Hannah is very much a mini version of us. Or rather, we’re just bigger and older versions of Hannah. Case in point: when we play in the fountain, we might as well be three eight-year-old kids.
As she is daddy’s little princess, I step back and watch fondly as she and Hugo play catch, piggyback, and dance under the pink blossoms.
It feels peaceful.
So here we are again. She finishes her story with assuring me that she’s better; that they treated her at the hospital after she overdosed.
But her hands are still trembling. And I see the trickle of sweat rolling down her forehead.
So I tell her I’m sorry.
But I can’t.
I only wish her the very, very best. I give her pointers, numbers to call, places to go, and offer money she won’t accept.
It breaks my heart to let her go; but after one last hug, she does leaves.
And I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again.
I still have a heavy weight on my stomach as I tuck Hannah in that night.
But she turns, and smiles peacefully in her stream, and I know I didn’t really have any other choice.
The twins and her come first, and they always will.
At this point, hot-headed Pari is not thinking straight by any means.
She got a phone number out of Aurelie’s phone, and she calls an acquaintance.
Who arrives promptly, with exactly what she required.
And she goes further than she’s ever gone before, too fast.
Her heartbeat goes up, and the rage she’s feeling doesn’t help; but then again the drugs don’t help her anger.
… Until it’s too much.
Pari takes her own turns to take care of the household dog. She usually runs with him around the neighborhood.
It turns out that Alexandra and Aurelie usually make the most out of that timeframe.
The absolute most.
But that day, Bastien the dog is sick, so the walk is cut short. And she walks in.
Through Shanna’s sleuthing and our connections, I find Pari, for the first time, a few months after Hannah is born. I’m worried about her.
And sometimes, you express your worry for a friend by scolding them.
Scolding them, harshly.
It’s out of love; I wanted her to get better, and I didn’t want her to spiral down. Suddenly I didn’t trust these friends of hers anymore.
But she didn’t listen to me, nor did she want to.
So I went away. And didn’t see her again, or hear about her, until she knocked at our door after Cyril and Cleo were born.
Pari is really taking a liking to DJing.
And going out to party with her refound friends.
She even gets the opportunity to mix for the club, and it feels great. And not just because there’s more than blood running through her veins.
But the nightclubs are public places; and we have common friends in some of them.
Aurelie can tell Pari is not comfortable, so she proposes they go meet the club’s “provider” together. Pari is confused when they head back to her decaying childhood home. Aurelia waves the question off, explaining that when Pari vacated, the man moved in on Aurelia’s suggestion. He was looking for a place, see, and she got a good deal out of it.
Pari is not a fan of the situation.
But Aurelie and the man are apparently close friends, and she doesn’t want to disrupt.
But she doesn’t like what she sees.
At all.
Yet easily as that, Aurelie asks for an amount, and he gives it to her; and Pari just witnesses it.
Pari’s still sleeping — but her friends won’t let that disrupt their usual schedule
Their usual schedule includes some substances I wouldn’t recommend — for anyone. It’s a social activity for them, though, and they toy around with it, and they are sure they are above death, or any risks.
The drugs amp up their focus, and it shows in their practicing their hobbies for hours. Unfortunately for the neighbors, in Alexandra’s case, this means blasting loud music.
And unfortunately for Pari, too, who finally wakes up.
She walks into the living-room to enquire about the noise.
They’re very straight-forward about it.
Advocate for her to try.
And she agrees; they were nice enough to bring her into their home, it would be rude not to participate.
So she joins, and tries her hand at DJing too. She likes it; she feels it could become a hobby. A profession, maybe. It’s not so different from being a tattoo artist. It’s still bringing out the artist in her.
They’re all artists in this loft; and the bubble help.
Even Bastien the dog knows that the kids in the loft are up to no good in their evenings.
A beverage shouldn’t be on fire. And whatever is allowing it to burn, you shouldn’t mix with other substances.
But they do.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 