LAST TIME: Courtney and Terry had three daughters, but gave them boys' names: Benjamin, Troy, and Michael. They all had permascowls. Milo died, and then Scarlett died.
And then I disappeared for two months because Nanowrimo TOOK OVER MY LIFE, as it does. And now here we are!
Let's start off with Michael showing her disdain for the world with the most epic permascowl I have ever seen.
Oh, she was also showing her disdain for the world by being out past her curfew, for which she was promptly busted.
Benjamin: Oh Grandma, how I miss you!
Michael: FORGET GRANDMA, I'M STARVING! SOMEBODY MAKE ME A GODDAMN SANDWICH!
Really, though, everyone was pretty torn up about Scarlett's death. And they would NOT.
WHINING ABOUT IT.
ON END. At least Troy did something productive with her grief and painted this... masterpiece... that I think is a grave.
Michael expressed her grief through delinquency. Or, you know. She could just be a delinquent.
Benjamin expressed her grief through gazing thoughtfully at this bell and crying. No, I'm serious. She did this for about five hours before she was finally caught.
I got back to the house one afternoon to find this moodlet on Courtney. I have no idea what happened. Courtney had a memory of being cheated on, but Terry had no memory of cheating. Nor was there any romantic interest in his relationship panel, aside from Courtney. And there was no one else in the house at the time, except for the kids.
My friend suggested that Courtney had just imagined the entire thing. I am inclined to agree.
Terry: Look, I'm really, really sorry for whatever it is you imagined I did. Will you please forgive me?
Courtney: NO, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF TRASH.
Best. Moodlet. Ever.
I spent the entire night trying to repair their relationship, and all I got was MINUS MINUS MINUS CREEPED OUT MOODLET MINUS MINUS.
Um. That thought bubble doesn't look good...
WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK?!
No, wait, she's all right. Totally not dead. Way to nearly give me a heart attack, Courtney.
Elsewhere in town, the girls are having a good time in some sports bar. No, really. To Michael, fighting is a good time.
Michael: YO MOMMA'S A LLAMA, BITCH!
Benjamin: My mother is your mother, stupid.
Michael: WHATEVAH, I DO WHAT I WANT!
Back at home, I found Courtney and Terry chatting in what seemed to be a friendly manner. I thought things were looking up, until he tried to kiss her. That didn't go over too well.
After four days straight of everyone having a -50 moodlet for Milo and Scarlett's deaths, I now have to deal with this. FUN TIMES.
LOOK! AN ATTRACTIVE MALE!
DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY, TROY!
Troy: Hello, Attractive Male. I'm Troy. How'd you like to impregnate me or one of my sisters once we're of age?
Fletcher: Hello, Weird Girl. I'm Fletcher. And I feel very dirty all of a sudden.
Thanks to her eccentric trait, Troy is awesome at making shit. Like this Cybergnome.
Gnomeo: This is my backyard, sonny! Don't think you can just march your shiny new ass in here and take all the best spots in the garden!
Cybergnome: YOUR CLAIM IS REJECTED. YOU WILL BE DELETED.
Gnomeo: Wait, what?
Benjamin: Uh, something is happening in my pants!
No really. I wish my birthdays were like this.
Benjamin rolled neat as her final trait. Now she's always getting wants to wash the dishes and clean the shower and make the beds. She's so easy to keep happy. Plus ten heir points!
Um. Minus ten heir points.
I sent the girls downtown to hunt for potential husbands celebrate Benjamin's graduation.
Michael was NOT PLEASED.
LOOK! ANOTHER ATTRACTIVE MALE! They're just coming out of the woodwork now!
His name, unfortunately, is Jacques. Troy chatted up him for awhile and they really hit it off. But more importantly...
TWO OLD PEOPLE ARE BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER!
Huh. I was not aware that diners employed ghosts. Well, good for you, Scarlett.
That night, we were BURGLED!
Or we were almost burgled, until Benjamin jumped the guy in the foyer.
AND SHE WINS! IN HER BATHROBE! This is where I seriously start loving Benjamin.
The second I bought the sculpting station, Troy rolled a want to sculpt something. So she gets out this block of clay that's roughly twelve times the size of her, and makes...
Maybe it's just me, but peeing in a clay toilet doesn't seem like the best idea.
Time for Courtney's birthday!
They'll cheer, but don't expect them to like it.
Courtney: Fuck my life.
After a makeover, she is the MOST ADORABLE ELDER IN THE WORLD YOU GUYS.
But! She does not give up until she creates a stink juice potion. What else would a girl aspiring to be the Emporer of Evil make?
I sent Courtney over to the Curious house to deliver some fruit for an opportunity. I leave her alone for three seconds and she starts insulting Notzo. Then again, he kind of deserves it for having such a stupid name.
This is when I realized that Courtney is acquaintances with the family vehicle. Yeeeeeah. Okay then.
This is my new favorite townie.
What's that in your hand, Courtney? That's not what I think it is, is it...?
Yeah. It totally is.
New best moodlet ever. And she had it almost constantly after this because now that she knew how delicious garlic was, she would not stop eating it.
This is Courtney's boss, Rohan.
This is Rohan's speedo. I don't even.
Terry: You were caught out past curfew again? YOU'RE GROUNDED FOREVER!
Michael: But... but... I just wanted to be one with nature! Your house full of manmade things is oppressive and suffocating!
Terry: DON'T CARE GROUNDED FOREVER.
LOOK! YET ANOTHER ATTRACTIVE MALE WHAT THE HELL IS IN THE WATER ALL OF A SUDDEN?
Uh, Benjamin? You might want to talk to the pretty man instead of just cheering that he exists.
Repairman: OMG! SOMEONE CALL 911, SHE'S HAVING A SEIZURE!
Troy: Nope, it's okay! It's just my HURRRRR DURRRRR BURRRRRFDAY!
She turned out almost identical to Benjamin, but with a more heart-shaped face. She rolled computer whiz for her last trait.
Guess who we ran into at City Hall? Jacques!
The all-important question! Luckily, not only is he single, but he's a hopeless romantic. Score!
Jacques: You know, Troy, I really like you.
Troy: Aww! I really like you, too!
Creepy Old Woman: I LIKE YOU TOO. *MOUTHBREATHE*
Michael's off to her prom!
BUT SHE'S NOT GOING TO ENJOY IT.
Just so you know, Courtney's relationship with the family vehicle is progressing nicely.
Troy and Jacques went to dinner at the bistro and I paid $75 so she could eat a bowl of mashed-up leftovers. Fantastic.
Kissing: you're doing it wrong.
Troy's next sculpture is a sink. What is it with you and bathroom appliances!
This is Benjamin's coworker, Ezra.
This is Ezra's speedo. SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK.
Okay, this is my new favorite townie. Not because he's wearing a jester's hat.
Because he's wearing a jester's hat and a hospital gown.
Michael: HURRRRR DURRRRR IT'S MAH BURRRRRFDAAAAAAAAY!
Michael: DURRRRRRRRRRRRRR WHAT ALL DIS GLOWY STUFF?
Fuck you, EAxis. Seriously. Fuck you.
She rolled flirty. Come on, don't tell me that face isn't the epitome of flirtatiousness.
Meanwhile, in the study, Terry's getting some glowy stuff of his own.
Courtney: You're... you're dead?
Terry: Heh, yeah.
This is about as sad as Courtney got. No crying. No wailing. Just a bit of a frown.
She did roll a want to see his ghost the split second he died, though. Couldn't even wait until he was in his urn.
Death: TERRY RACKET, I AM HERE TO COLLECT YOUR SOU—
Death: I'M IN THE WRONG ROOM AGAIN, AREN'T I. SHIT. I'M NEVER GOING TO GET THE HANG OF THIS.
HEIR POLL TIME!
This hardly ever happens, but I'm really torn between all three girls. So I'm leaving the heirdom completely in your hands!
A note on spouses, in case it factors into your vote. Benjamin has the repairman, Troy has Jacques, and I don't have one particular guy picked out for Michael yet but there are three or four to choose from (seriously, my hood is pumping out the hotness this generation).
And now, our contestants!