The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
Once the rest of our family is here, I ring the bell to call everybody to the table for tofurkey, brought by the very vegetarian Gram. It’s delicious, and we empty our plates before you have the time to say “diet”. Or think it.
And then it takes us an eternity to find it in ourselves to get back up from the table.
We don’t have to say a word, but we all know we’ll be taking a very long nap before we go anywhere.
We lit up the candles, all eleven of them, and this is the first milestone in our Elders Day. Now Mom is calling Gram, aunt Miranda and Nolan, asking them if they will be on time for our second milestone: family lunch.
On Elders Day we light candles as a family, theoretically one for each member of our ancestry we wish to honor. In practice, just light as many candles as you can. It’s pretty, and it makes us feel good, and you can never honor the people that came before you too much.
If you know anything about us, by now you know that Mom is the family leader, so it’s up to her to light the candles for the heirs before her and their families. We gather around her and watch as each wick catches fire.
Aileen — Ariana — Loana — Beverly — Lucie. It starts with one candle for each of them, and then Mom stops enumerating them out loud. Is it because she assumes we know all of the heirs before Lucie, or does she not know who came before her either? Or does she just not want us to know? At this point I don’t know, but I won’t demand answers today. You don’t fight on Elders Day.
Elders Day is the first day of winter, and the weather won’t let you forget it. When we wake up it’s still night, and a glance outside is enough to know we’ll be needing our coats today.
At breakfastwe’re already all dressed for the day. It’s not a funeral, or even really a sad day at all, but the custom is to wear black, and to look as nice as we can.
Another custom is to spend time as a family. It is, after all, the day to remember our ancestors.
But Cléo is not in a talkative mood. She chows down on some Frankenstein cake, avoiding eye contact with me.
Not that I find this that discouraging.
Dad is the last one to get ready, and he joins us into the kitchen. Soon, we’ll start lighting the candles together. Well, more candles.
Cléo clearly still wishes she were somewhere else. Or maybe she’s just mad at me.
Once the party is over, well after midnight, we can finally sit down and relax, the five of us together. The horror movie schoolgirl, the zombie legionnaires, the fairy and the ninja, sitting on orange sofas. We chat, and exchange a few more jokes. And most importantly, we attack the leftovers. There is a lot of them, and we’ve basically got dessert sorted for the next three days.
But the truth is, as much as we would want to, we can’t stay up too late tonight. Tomorrow is Ancestors Day, and we will have to wake up early. And we’re going to bed happy. Spooky Day was wonderful. 🎃
Spend enough time in Selvadorada, and you’ll learn the best spooky stories.
You know what the best part of Spooky Day is? Spooky stories under the moonlight. And I’m great at them.
The spookiest night of the year…
Blink and you might miss some of the stranger things happening around you…
It’s a beautiful night, and the house is getting crowded, so some of us flee outside. This is when I’m glad we have two stereos on the patio. More dancing!
Cyril carves his very own pumpkin. The pumpkin-carving ninja!
The party is still going, but we’re running out of appetizers. Fear not! I grab the bottles and the spices and the knives, and I get ready to save the night.
I feel like my knife-juggling is enough entertainment for the night, really.
Too bad no one’s really watching.
I’m having fun anyway.
Oddly enough, people start swarming around me only once I’m done preparing the petit fours. Even Naomi. Et tu, Gram!
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 