Chapter 2.1

 Hello, hello all. Sorry for the delay, I've been somewhat busy this term with classes. Anyhoo, I'm back.

If you recall, we last left when Caden had aged up to a teenager, leaving all three children in their teenage years.

With Caden aging up, Natalie found it an appropriate time to give herself a makeover.



Very nice, very nice, although I don't think a change of hairstyle counts as a "makeover". Anyhow, on to more important things.

Why, it's Liam's birthday! Onward to young adulthood!




The whole family gathered 'round for the big event. As usual, Lana was looking creepy and witchlike (notice I never tried to do anything about that), Natalie was looking super stoked (perhaps she thought he would turn out hideous and be denied heir privileges), and Caden looked like he could care less.









And here we have Liam Legacie (with a bit of a prominent chin, but hopefully we can tolerate it).
By vote, Liam was unanimously chosen as the heir, and therefore he will be said heir.
Liam desires to become a Dynamic DNA Profiler.
Workaholic - Loner - Dramatic - Eccentric - Friendly

For once, the entire family sat down for a meal together, although they all chose to eat separate items.





With the young ones off at school, I sent Liam and his witchlike mother across the street to fish...

Lana: The greatest part of death will be the absence of your voice!
Excuse me, have I said ONE thing to offend you so far?

Lana: Other than you swapping my actual NAME for witch references?
Well, I BEG your pardon for --

Liam: Cheese and rice, will you guys just get along? I'm never going to direct the fish this way if you keep bothering me. Can't you both just go elsewhere? You're throwing off my groove.
I was leaving you two anyway, I sent you over here so that I could do something on my own.




Which was redoing the entire house. It's pretty empty, and I ran out of money before I could add any windows or lights, so they will be living in the darkness for awhile, but anyhow. It's not too nicely designed, but I might give it one more try when I get enough money again. Anyhow...

After fishing, the first thing Liam did was go out and get a job in the Law Enforcement career and then immediately head over to the local bar.... at noon.

Liam: You would want to drown your sorrows too if you had the embarrassing job as a Snitch. Oh man....

Oh, get over it. You'll probably get promoted after like two days.





In the meantime, while Liam was drowning his sorrows (dramatization at its best), Caden brought home the dashing Amelia Bunch from school. On his FIRST DAY of school as a teenager. This concerns me mildly about the standards the Legacie's are going to set for themselves when they are fed to the Story Progression.

Caden: Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you picked LIAM as heir!

Oh, you're trying to make me feel guilty? In that case, reproduce with whatever you want. I hope your children are the epitome of ugly.

Caden: *walks off mumbling*
That's right.

On a side note, Natalie really kind of reminds me of Taylor Swift. Yes? No? I don't know. My boyfriend said the same thing...





Perhaps you recall in the last chapter that Liam had been making quite a few private, mysterious phone calls. Well, this continued in full force on a nearly daily basis.

Liam: *to phone* Just hang on a minute.... *to me* will you please leave me be?

Could you just let us in on the story behind these calls?

Liam: Just go away. You don't have to involve yourself in every aspect of our lives.

Oh, but I do...



The other two Legacie children did their homework together every single day. They've really bonded since Liam aged up.

Now, instead of homework, Liam was either on the phone, at work, or working from home at the computer.





While in the meantime, Natalie and Caden were spending so much time together they seemed like twins. I suppose they were basking in each other's distress from feeling insignificant.

Natalie: Just leave us alone. You're gonna kick us out anyway.

I'm not going to any such thing. Will Liam, though? Good possibility.

Caden: Shut up, Liam wouldn't do that, we're his siblings. We know it will be you.




And as quickly as the mystery began, it was solved (not much of a cliffhanger, Liam. You should really try harder at keeping us in suspense). Because suddenly Liam was caught spending time with none other than...









.....Lynda?! Your maid? Are you kidding me? ANOTHER maid, Liam?

Liam: Like I had any control over my mom's spousal decision.

I know, but must you follow in her footsteps?

Liam: Back off, will ya? You're totally jumping to conclusions. We're just standing here.

Liam: So, Lynda, how do you feel about.... beds?
[Liam's conversation skills need some work. To begin building relationships by talking about....]




Lynda: Are you kidding me?! I LOVE beds! I love sitting on beds, and buying beds, and making beds...
On second thought, I give up on trying to understand the inner workings of the Sim Mind.




In case you're wondering, yes, I DO require my sims to ingest the terrible food they prepare. After all, how else are they going to learn that they have to cook better?

Liam: For the record, I know a lot of voices out there that would NEVER make us eat something of this horrifying quality.

There are starving sims in desolate conditions that would tear off their limbs to eat some of that food, Liam, so eat up!

Liam: Send me their addresses, I'd be happy to mail it to them.
Just eat it. For the record, I know a lot of sims out there that would NEVER be so difficult to deal with.

Liam: You think you're so clever, don't you?

This here was Lana's "portrait" of Liam. The woman paints brilliant masterpieces, but paints an absolutely TERRIBLE portrait of her own son. I don't understand.

Lana: It's called "Stylized Painting". It expresses feelings and depicts atmosphere. A concept that I am fully aware you would never understand.

We just need a regular freaking portrait. Not too difficult.

Lana: You can't force these things. My artistic ability doesn't allow things to be "regular". I am far above "regular".

Whatever. You can't even see him.






[It was at this point that my game crashed and I lost over 4 sim days worth of gameplay. I was very frustrated to say the least....]






Liam goes out for a brief break from work, and who shows up but my very own simself?
(Who for some reason the Launcher won't allow me to upload >=[ . In fact, my launcher won't let me upload ANY sims. It goes the full upload bar and then says there is a server error. Ideas, anyone? Quite frustrating... I'd like my own avatar...)
Anyway...



Liam had quite a few drinks at the lounge (too heavy of a workload, buddy?), and got down on the dance floor with my simself.
Tsk, tsk, would Lynda approve, Liam?

Liam: You don't know a thing about what's happening with Lynda and I.
Oh, but there is a "Lynda and I", is there?

Liam: Go back to the house, will ya?

As you can see, those that we rely on to keep our community safe and crime-free would probably break a hip if they were faced with any sort of criminal dilemma whatsoever. I am very comforted that we have these two keeping criminals at bay.





Lana, party animal that she is, has gained a celebrity star. Everybody applaud.

Also, I rarely hear her harping in my ear about the things I say. Either she's just not that important anymore, or she's becoming hard of hearing.

Lana: I hear just fine, thank you. And how dare you call me unimportant. If it weren't for my masterpiece paintings that I create at an alarming rate, you wouldn't be making hardly any money.

That one star was obviously mighty important, because the paparazzi twins showed up on our doorstep almost immediately.

Liam: Look, guests!

Keep walking, Liam, don't you DARE open that door.

Liam: Hello, Loner here? Why in heaven's name would I WANT guests?

You're the one who just announced their presence.

Liam: First of all, you did first. Second of all, I have work to do. And third of all, you obviously paid no attention to the tone of voice in which I said the announcement.


Oh, good heavens.

Liam: Don't you say a thing, voice.

You could have been more unpredictable. I mean honestly. Add a little suspense into the story. Add in some variety, for Pete's Sake. Another maid? I can't get over this.

Liam: Are you done yet? Because I have better things to do.


And now we will witness how Liam moves at Super-Speed when it comes to getting things done......

Liam, NO!

You just started flirting with her!  You just kissed her for the first time THIRTY minutes ago! What are you thinking?!



Look at that smug, satisfied look on her face. Liam, you should punch that look right off of it.

Liam: My life is over. I have no reason to go on!

Stop being dramatic. You still have work!

Liam: As the heir to a legacy, my JOB is to produce offspring. And I failed. I faileedddd!

You were just really stupid about it. Get up, get over it, and move on. Oh, and smack that woman. How dare she?!

Well, my, my my. Look who came to visit! [First time, might I add]

Grady: I'm just here to go tell my son how sorry I am about his rejection. And play computer games.

Good, good. Tell him to stop moping around while you're at it.



Look at those crazy aerodynamics! Oh, you sims!



And we'll leave off here with Liam proposing.... again?! Oh dear....


Is he proposing to the maid again? Will he get rejected again, and proceed to wallow in self pity and work his life away? Is this just a picture I had taken previously that I'm using to throw everybody off? Well, I guess we'll find out!




Thanks again to all who have read!