The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
I think this moment, this exact moment, as I’m struggling against the wind to even cross the street in front of my house, hoping the cars can see me through the fog, is the first time I realize, I want to be able to choose if I want to do this or not.
In the meantime, though, I’ll have to keep bracing myself against the overzealous snowflakes whether I like it or not.
The morning rises on my first day back to work, and wouldn’t you know it, it’s a blizzard outside.
My house, our house, looks impossibly inviting. In fact, it looks perfect. But alas, I simply cannot stay in.
How I wish I could.
It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep.
Tomorrow I have to go to the Museum for the first day after the winter break, which The Boss made clear I was not allowed to miss.
The only thing that keeps me sane is the thought that no one can make me get out of my underground office if I don’t want to. I’ll just keep working there.
In the meantime, what does one do when one can’t sleep?
Study old vases.
At least it gives me the focus to stop my hands from shaking. I really don’t want to go.
Cyril also feels excluded, but he’s a teenager, that’s how he’s programmed to feel.
Mom and Gram are spending more and more time together these days. And it’s always the same thing — they hush the minute I walk in, they exchange glances that wouldn’t look out of place in a spy movie, but from what they’ll let you hear, or see from afar, it looks captivating.
If I’m being completely honest, I’m sort of jealous. I know Gram is Mom’s grandmother before she is mine, and I know that obviously, they had a close relationship decades before I could say the words “great-grandmother,” but still. I feel excluded, and excluded by two people who’ve cherished me all my life, to boot.
I also feel bloody curious.
There is no denying that Nounou is getting older. Mom has to leave in a hurry, before Gram has even gone home, because he is sick again. In the middle of the Winter holidays, at such a late hour, the only place that will accept them is the Brindleton Bay Pawspital and its emergency care.
Somehow, even in the middle of the night and while you’re scared for the life of your pet, the place still manages to look warm, happy, and welcoming.
I guess that’s part of their customer service.
Anyway, Nounou is fine when he leaves, and that’s all that matters.
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?
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 