Newbury Legacy: 8.1
Oct. 20th, 2009 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillonmystringSo... I'm nearly an entire generation behind now. I blame it mostly on my TOTALLY SHIT INTERNET that no one else seems to care about and decides to crap out whenever I actually want to post something. And the remedy to that shit Internet is more Sims-playing, which just puts me even further behind. So I've got about 41350896 pictures to post and about two hours out of every day that my connection is actually stable enough to do so. Sigh.
Last time: Well, shit... Gemma had babies and stuff. Twin girls, Elliott and Allegra, and then their little brother, Jack. Honestly, I don't think much else happened. Just lots and lots of annoying whining (and not just from the children of the household). And plenty is still to come.
Because Gemma and Robbie are such shit parents - though who knows what they're so busy doing that they can't pay attention to their own children - Jude is stuck teaching the twins most of their NECESSARY SKILLS for later in life (I realize they aren't actually necessary but I feel terrible and negligent if they don't learn). I don't think he minds too much though.
Elliott, on the other hand, does. *SADFACE*
Elise isn't too happy about the arrangement either. She's not too keen on this whole idea of enforced slave labor in the name of children who aren't even really related to her - but that's just too bad.
Morgan: "Is this a bad time?"
Elise: "Well, hello there, fine sir! What can I do for you on this glorious day?"
Morgan: "STOP WITH THE PLEASANTRIES, BITCH! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR ME! I WANT YOU AND YOUR DAMN FAMILY TO STOP SPYING ON ME RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR?!?"
Elise: "How dare you raise your voice at a woman, you neanderthal!"
"NOW GET OUT OF HERE... PUNK!"
"And that, girls, is your lesson on giving a verbal smackdown to a very mean man! I'll teach you the physical smackdown when you're a bit older, okay?"
Poor Robbie. This is why he can't take care of his children: he's still hacking up his lungs all over the damn place.
*pets* It's going to be okay, bb.
Then I remembered that Gemma can make comfort soup, which not only fills an empty stomach but cures sickness as well. Duh! It only took me ages of the flu making the rounds to figure this out.
Robbie: "THANK YOU, HONEY! YOU ARE MY SAVIOR! YOU ARE MY GODDESS! I LOVE YOU!"
Gemma: "Why can't you talk like that in bed?"
~*MARITAL TENSIONS*~
"AH, THE SWEET LIFE-REPLENISHING JUICES OF COMFORT SOUP, COME TO DADDY'S MOUTH!"
And now everyone is healthy, thank God.
Somehow, their sexy male maid got fired without actually being fired. He just stopped coming. And since they've had so much to deal with between the babies and the sickness, he's got a lot of work ahead of him now that he's finally been rehired.
So... guess what I caught Robbie doing?!? ATTEMPTING TO FLIRT WITH ELISE! Seriously. He had "wolf whistle" or something all queued up and ready to go. He got mere feet away from his object of desire and then his wife decided to call him up right that instant for sex. LMAO! (Unfortunately, this isn't the creepiest situation you'll ever see Elise in, keep that in mind.)
Robbie: "What? It was just a little harmless flirting? TOTALLY INNOCENT! Can't she see that?!?"
Whatever, dude, you're dead to me right now. Last I heard, you were totally grossed out by Elise's advances and now you're all into it? You disgust me!
Elise: "DAMN THAT WOMAN FOR RUINING MY CHANCE!"
Gemma: "You wouldn't ever cheat on me, would you, honey?... Say with my father's slutbag of a girlfriend?"
Robbie: "Pshaw! Of course not, babe! Are you kidding? You're my one and only!"
Well, that didn't take much convincing.
Gemma: "Oh, honey, you look so cute and fatherly feeding our son a bottle!"
Robbie: "WHY MUST YOU INFLICT SUCH TORTURE ON ME?!?" *look of desperation*
Elliott: *gets into trouble because no one cares*
Seriously, WHEN ARE THESE CHILDREN GOING TO GROW OUT OF DIAPERS?!? They're adorable but longest. babyhood. ever!
Fortunately, it's the twins' birthday!
Gemma: "Hey everyone! I'm so glad you're all here because I just got a promotion! Hell yeah! That's right! Cheer away!"
Um... dear... I don't think they're cheering for you. But you go right ahead with your deluded self.
OMG ELLIOTT! SO CUTE!
Robbie: *admires* "Damn, I've got some good genes."
SUPER GIRL!
Elliott: "I don't know who you are... but if you ever kiss me again, lady, I'm gonna have to cut a bitch, got it?"
How... charming.
Allegra: "MY PARENTS ARE IGNORING ME! PLEASE, RANDOM STRANGER LADY, FEED ME A BOTTLE!"
Lola: "It's okay, sweetheart. You know, if I was your mom, I would be showering you with love and affection, you adorable little thing, you."
Way to be subtle there, Lo.
Gemma: "Look at me! Bringing my daughter to her cake! I am such a great mother!"
Right. I'll be sure to send that Mother of the Year reward right your way.
Allegra = ADORABLE.
Gemma: *admires* "Damn, I've got some good genes."
Gemma: "What the hell is this? You mean we still have another kid to grow up?!? I somehow blame you for all of this, you devil child."
Allegra, quick, run for your life!
Elliott: "Who is that creepy old guy who keeps staring at me and why does he look like a monster?"
That's just your great-grandfather, honey. Make no sudden movements and you'll be okay.
Poor Allegra. The night's festivities have got her all tuckered out!
If you're wondering where Jude and Elise have disappeared off to, this is where. Not very surprising, is it?
Gemma: "LOOK AT WHAT A GODDAMN AMAZING MOM I AM! HOLDING MY BABY SON WHOM I LOVE SO DEARLY!"
*facepalm* Really, the more you try to convince us, the less convinced we'll be.
Aww, he's just like a miniature version of his dad, Robbie's old haircut and all.
No! Bad Jack! Do not drink from the stinky bottle!
Told you so.
Jack: "Yay! I am playing in a puddle of my own vomit! "
Poor kid. His parents are probably off woohooing or something. It's pretty troubling that in a house with four supposedly responsible adults not one of them can be bothered to get the kid into his crib before he zones off. Where's CPS when you need them?!? (Just kidding! Please do not take my children away, social worker!)
Last time: Well, shit... Gemma had babies and stuff. Twin girls, Elliott and Allegra, and then their little brother, Jack. Honestly, I don't think much else happened. Just lots and lots of annoying whining (and not just from the children of the household). And plenty is still to come.
Because Gemma and Robbie are such shit parents - though who knows what they're so busy doing that they can't pay attention to their own children - Jude is stuck teaching the twins most of their NECESSARY SKILLS for later in life (I realize they aren't actually necessary but I feel terrible and negligent if they don't learn). I don't think he minds too much though.
Elliott, on the other hand, does. *SADFACE*
Elise isn't too happy about the arrangement either. She's not too keen on this whole idea of enforced slave labor in the name of children who aren't even really related to her - but that's just too bad.
Morgan: "Is this a bad time?"
Elise: "Well, hello there, fine sir! What can I do for you on this glorious day?"
Morgan: "STOP WITH THE PLEASANTRIES, BITCH! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR ME! I WANT YOU AND YOUR DAMN FAMILY TO STOP SPYING ON ME RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR?!?"
Elise: "How dare you raise your voice at a woman, you neanderthal!"
"NOW GET OUT OF HERE... PUNK!"
"And that, girls, is your lesson on giving a verbal smackdown to a very mean man! I'll teach you the physical smackdown when you're a bit older, okay?"
Poor Robbie. This is why he can't take care of his children: he's still hacking up his lungs all over the damn place.
*pets* It's going to be okay, bb.
Then I remembered that Gemma can make comfort soup, which not only fills an empty stomach but cures sickness as well. Duh! It only took me ages of the flu making the rounds to figure this out.
Robbie: "THANK YOU, HONEY! YOU ARE MY SAVIOR! YOU ARE MY GODDESS! I LOVE YOU!"
Gemma: "Why can't you talk like that in bed?"
~*MARITAL TENSIONS*~
"AH, THE SWEET LIFE-REPLENISHING JUICES OF COMFORT SOUP, COME TO DADDY'S MOUTH!"
And now everyone is healthy, thank God.
Somehow, their sexy male maid got fired without actually being fired. He just stopped coming. And since they've had so much to deal with between the babies and the sickness, he's got a lot of work ahead of him now that he's finally been rehired.
So... guess what I caught Robbie doing?!? ATTEMPTING TO FLIRT WITH ELISE! Seriously. He had "wolf whistle" or something all queued up and ready to go. He got mere feet away from his object of desire and then his wife decided to call him up right that instant for sex. LMAO! (Unfortunately, this isn't the creepiest situation you'll ever see Elise in, keep that in mind.)
Robbie: "What? It was just a little harmless flirting? TOTALLY INNOCENT! Can't she see that?!?"
Whatever, dude, you're dead to me right now. Last I heard, you were totally grossed out by Elise's advances and now you're all into it? You disgust me!
Elise: "DAMN THAT WOMAN FOR RUINING MY CHANCE!"
Gemma: "You wouldn't ever cheat on me, would you, honey?... Say with my father's slutbag of a girlfriend?"
Robbie: "Pshaw! Of course not, babe! Are you kidding? You're my one and only!"
Well, that didn't take much convincing.
Gemma: "Oh, honey, you look so cute and fatherly feeding our son a bottle!"
Robbie: "WHY MUST YOU INFLICT SUCH TORTURE ON ME?!?" *look of desperation*
Elliott: *gets into trouble because no one cares*
Seriously, WHEN ARE THESE CHILDREN GOING TO GROW OUT OF DIAPERS?!? They're adorable but longest. babyhood. ever!
Fortunately, it's the twins' birthday!
Gemma: "Hey everyone! I'm so glad you're all here because I just got a promotion! Hell yeah! That's right! Cheer away!"
Um... dear... I don't think they're cheering for you. But you go right ahead with your deluded self.
OMG ELLIOTT! SO CUTE!
Robbie: *admires* "Damn, I've got some good genes."
SUPER GIRL!
Elliott: "I don't know who you are... but if you ever kiss me again, lady, I'm gonna have to cut a bitch, got it?"
How... charming.
Allegra: "MY PARENTS ARE IGNORING ME! PLEASE, RANDOM STRANGER LADY, FEED ME A BOTTLE!"
Lola: "It's okay, sweetheart. You know, if I was your mom, I would be showering you with love and affection, you adorable little thing, you."
Way to be subtle there, Lo.
Gemma: "Look at me! Bringing my daughter to her cake! I am such a great mother!"
Right. I'll be sure to send that Mother of the Year reward right your way.
Allegra = ADORABLE.
Gemma: *admires* "Damn, I've got some good genes."
Gemma: "What the hell is this? You mean we still have another kid to grow up?!? I somehow blame you for all of this, you devil child."
Allegra, quick, run for your life!
Elliott: "Who is that creepy old guy who keeps staring at me and why does he look like a monster?"
That's just your great-grandfather, honey. Make no sudden movements and you'll be okay.
Poor Allegra. The night's festivities have got her all tuckered out!
If you're wondering where Jude and Elise have disappeared off to, this is where. Not very surprising, is it?
Gemma: "LOOK AT WHAT A GODDAMN AMAZING MOM I AM! HOLDING MY BABY SON WHOM I LOVE SO DEARLY!"
*facepalm* Really, the more you try to convince us, the less convinced we'll be.
Aww, he's just like a miniature version of his dad, Robbie's old haircut and all.
No! Bad Jack! Do not drink from the stinky bottle!
Told you so.
Jack: "Yay! I am playing in a puddle of my own vomit! "
Poor kid. His parents are probably off woohooing or something. It's pretty troubling that in a house with four supposedly responsible adults not one of them can be bothered to get the kid into his crib before he zones off. Where's CPS when you need them?!? (Just kidding! Please do not take my children away, social worker!)
