We reused Myshuno Meadows as a wedding venue. Similar guests, similar outcomes (a.k.a. NOT COUNTING TOWARDS PARTY ANIMAL HOW IT SHOULD HELLO-)
“Wow Trip a white qipao is funeral wear” And this is a Black Widow challenge, call it recycling.
I’ve noticed that Marg has to walk all the way to her spouses any time cake is involved now. I don’t know if this is patched or if both of them going to the cake is a false memory/holdover from TS3 (where they do a nice little speech together at the cake, but don’t share a slice)
Victor was still living with Lily and their three children before they were removed with prejudice through Manage Worlds. Somehow, Mauro still got to say goodbye to JoAnna Feng on her way out.
“Oh hell no, we are not watching the New Year’s Countdown.”
“That’s it, no proper bedroom for you guys.”
An office in the apartment was quickly turned into a kids’ room, with four single beds crammed in. But that wasn’t punishment, only the plight of living in San Myshuno.
One more spouse after this and we’re gone for good, okay?
Even Marg was getting tired of this nonsense.
We had some much needed birthdays as well. Luis becoming a child was good enough (more autonomy!) but there was a plan brewing that required Lucia to use the stove.
Also, Emiliano Lobo was born. Marg and Victor quickly went to work on their own baby, as a metaphorical hourglass was running out of sand.
Well, Victor was going to die of old age in a few days if I didn’t intervene. And thanks to TS4 sims generally dying on a set schedule, it meant that Baako Jang would do the same. I needed the time to have a baby with Victor, kill Victor, marry Baako, have a baby with Baako (though I was prepared for someone in Partihaus to help if not), and kill Baako. Then I didn’t have to worry about death schedules ever again.
Or so I told myself.
Lucia was in the right place to eat Japanese food in. A trip to the Fashion District would solve any craving. And I sorta wondered if pairing her with Angela Pleasant there was a good idea.
Nah, not as a teen.
Lucia struggled with eating her pufferfish nigiri, but didn’t die and learned some important things about it.
“Oh wow, you can’t get this stuff legally in most places!”
“Yeah…isn’t that a dumb law? Please put deodorant on next time.”
Victor and Lucia both walked away with the pufferfish nigiri recipe. The big deal to them was that neither of them had the cooking skill, just as the watcher intended.
We were waiting on a couple things from Victor before his death, especially since Marg’s pregnancy still wasn’t showing (it was a good barometer of things) While promotions at higher levels of a job are tougher, Victor was primed for fitting in one promotion. He met with Partihaus and many others to secure votes, which he needed ten of to advance onwards.
And busting a move on the dance floor was definitely a part of it.
Most of the crew could stand to spend a night without him, though.
He had his eye on a young political donor for most of their meetings.
And dang, how many club points did this gain me? Was it worth it, Victor? Hardly.
On the other hand, we had a pretty full house to come home to. Sonora was about to become a teenager like Lucia and desperately wanted to raise her social skill.
Emiliano aged up into a toddler with his dad’s blue eyes.
With some precarious playtime included. We were running out of room for the blocks too.
All three of the children would regularly bug Marg whenever their single beds scared them (it took me too long to find the “double beds mean no monster under the bed” trick…not like it would have helped me in the apartment)
And Lucia, while tagging along on more adventures, realized she was about to befriend a Renegade. Act fast, girl!
“Don’t mind me, just trying to get a scholarship here.”
And after her homework was done, she said the words that made Marg the angriest: “Mum, it’s best if I live on my own. And the other Paragons will really like me if I have a cool apartment with Sonora.”
“Fine, just make me some sushi. I bought some fugu from the worst fisherman in the harbor.”
“You realize Vic’s right there, right?”
He didn’t suspect a thing.
Sharing an apartment with Sonora was contingent on her aging up to teen…which she did. She ended up looking more like Marg than I expected.
Funny enough, Sonora rolled the Evil trait. But she would not have a hand in killing a spouse, even if she had fifty ways to kill a man already amassed.
The guy just really liked his sushi.
“Well, I wouldn’t feed that to my constituents.”
He may have had some political donors around, not like he should have been trusted with any of them after what he did to Lilith.
“For the most part, it’s addictive sushi.” Three plates down and he wasn’t dead. But Lucia made a party-size serving, and would again if she had to. It was becoming a race against time. I got the notice of imminent death for Victor. I didn’t know what was happening to Baako, but I didn’t think it was good.
Fourth plate, let’s go.
And thank goodness: Luis really liked what he saw. He and Mauro would tell JoAnna all about it!
“You bought from that fugu dealer? Poor sap.”
So we had made in-roads on Baako for a reason: he and Marg needed an immediate marriage. Within a couple hours of Victor’s demise, she proposed right in front of Baako’s daughter. Anaya was pretty close by, but her continued friendship with Marg might have meant that the marriage was all but over anyways.
Hey, another five points for me either way!
And so the last loose ends were with the teenagers. Sonora joined the rival club to the Paragons.
Let’s just say she’s a good fit.
It wouldn’t be the last we saw of Lucia and Sonora, but they were more than glad to live in this world together as sisters, and with no one else until MCCC married one of them off, I suppose.