The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
In a desperate attempt to hear even a glimpse of what they’re saying, I put on jacket and hat and walk up to Gram and Mom.
Of course they change the subject the second I’m in earshot. Even Loladorada.
Next time, next time I’ll know more.
At this point I really don’t know what Gram is telling Mom, but it’s clearly making an impression on her. Twists and turns, perhaps even more than in this first episode we just watched.
Grandma came by the house, allegedly to discuss the season premiere of our show, but she ends up sneaking out in the garden with Mom right away. I mean in this outfit, I’m pretty sure she can’t possibly fear the cold.
I don’t actually hear this conversation, I only see it happen from the windows of the poolhouse. I wouldn’t know the exact contents of that talk until much, much later. Well, the general idea, but I can fill in the blanks.
“Grandma? Can we talk?”
“Why do you think I came? Let’s just sit down.”
“It’s Hannah, Grandma. She’s asking questions, more and more questions.”
“You know how she is, she won’t let go. She needs to know. She needs to know everything that intrigues her.”
“And the truth is, I’m not sure I’m the right person to tell her. I barely understand any of this.”
“You have to tell her, Azalea. That’s the way it goes, mother to daughter.”
“Precisely. And Mom never explained any of this to me.”
“I know. Your Mom never really cared for any of this. If anything, she avoided it. But this is why I’m here. To fill in the blanks. Get ready to hear it all.”
“Really?”
“I’m ready!”
“Ease up, kiddo. It’s a really long story.”
“It started twelve generations before you were born…”
The days after Winterfest is the Season Premiere of our favorite TV show. The whole nation’s TV show, really: everyone’s grown up watching it. So we all gather around with snacks and get comfy.
And it’s a brilliant Season Premiere! The twists and turns leave us shaken, ready for more. I can’t believe she betrayed her own grandmother!
Should I innocently drop a “hint” about what happened in the common museum mailing list, or would that be petty?
Nounou and Loladorada, contemplating the impact of the end of Winterfest on their lives.
No more turkey to steal.
Just when you thought Winterfest couldn’t get more magical…
In Father Winter’s present, I find only one thing: a stroll of parchment, with a few words in cursive.
The Great Book of Windenburg.
I look up to ask Father Winter for details, and with a smirk he tells me that this is the answer to all my questions. And then, he vanishes in a swirling cloud of sparkling smoke.
The night falls on the second day of Winterfest, and on the strike of 8 o’clock, a coated figure appears in the living room window, seemingly out of nowhere, and I rush out of the poolhouse.
Well I sure didn’t expect that.
Father Winter is a very affable man, and he’s got more smarts than one might think from a man who willingly lives in the coldest place on Earth. He and I end up having a truly fascinating conversation about History. He’s seen many things in his long lifetime, so he has a lot to teach me, but he knows very little about the Omiscan culture, you see.
Cléo tries to play her excitement off by pretending she only wants to come in the living room to play with the cats, but we see through her.
I also see through Mom’s smirk, a smirk that says I told you so.
You can’t stay mad at someone in such a calming atmosphere. That being said, and though Mom’s stomach isn’t burning anymore, no one volunteers to go make snowpals with Cléo but her twin. And he’s genetically obligated to have her back.
To their credit, they end up making a pretty cute snowpal.
I have plans for when Get Famous is released, so many plans!
First of all, I am totally, so not letting go of the Stewarts, they’re my babies and I’ll always post about them. But I’ve been thinking about doing another series in parallel, a challenge-driven one. It’s a challenge that I’ve been wanting to start for a long, long time, and between Get Famous, the November Patch, and everything I’ve learned in the past few months, I think now is the perfect time…
I’ve also been toying with the idea of a lowkey series, unedited screenshots, perhaps even in my native language (hi, French simmers!), but that’ll wait until after the challenge series is completed ^^
So get ready for some new people around! 😀
So we sit down to eat, in this truly enchanting atmosphere, with the blue and white stars hanging above our heads. But I don’t start eating, not right now. I’m waiting for Cléo to take the first bite of my beloved ham — bad move. While my eyes are on my siblings (who acts innocent), mom takes a forkful…
Then I swear I see fire blowing out of her mouth like a Shang Simlandragon’s. And I’ll remind you, my mother has wone quite a few Curry Challenges in her life. That couldn’t have been any small amount of spice that my fiend sister slipped between the slices.
“Mom!”
“Cléo!”
“Rats.”
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 