The past couple of weekends had been enjoyable at Oakenstead Manor. Everyone was off work and school both days, and this weekend there was another birthday party to celebrate.
“Wow, Olivia, that’s a nice Party Outfit!” Annette d’Angers said when Olivia Spencer-Kim-Lewis emerged from the steward’s quarters.
“Oh, this?” Olivia said. “No, I just wanted to try something different for Everyday.”
“So does that mean we’re not having a birthday party?” Annette’s twin brother, Dimenche II, asked.
“Oh! Today’s your birthdays?” Olivia asked, feigning ignorance. “Well, let’s take this party to the park!”
Olivia didn’t personally know many of the NPCs in this World, but she invited Bella Goth to the party and hired her husband, Mortimer, as caterer.
Dimenche II, carrier of the Insane Trait, rolled Neat as his second Trait, and the Chief of Mischief Aspiration.
Annette, a Bookworm from childhood, grew to a Hot-Headed Teen with the Renaissance Sim Aspiration.
“Well, I guess some congratulations are due to you as well,” Oliva said to her father when she joined him at a chess table on the fringe of the party. “Your Legacy Challenge family, reaching Generation Two.”
“Oh, it will take one more double birthday party to reach Generation Two, but thanks for remembering,” Eric Lewis said. “Besides, it’s your Legacy Family too. Let me be the first to congratulate you.”
“Well, you still deserve most of the credit,” Olivia said. “I mean; I didn’t get to play during my whole Teen Life Stage.”
“You were living with your mother,” Eric said accusatorily.
“You could have hit Pause!” Olivia said. “There is a Pause button, you know.”
“Oh, like you would’ve stopped if the tables were turned,” Eric said dismissively.
“You don’t know,” Olivia said defensively. “That … might … have happened.”
“You … are … a terrible liar,” Eric mocked jovially. “But you did good work while I was away. Just … sometimes I wish we hadn’t picked Normal Life Span; you know?”
“Dad! You don’t have to do this!” Olivia shouted. “Even here you’re allowed one dose, and if you come home with me, we …
“We could play forever.”
“We could, but it wouldn’t be right,” Eric said. “We may not have the heart to just delete Townies, but we’ve begun shipping their Elders to a Sim Life Advancement Center so they can die off and make room for future generations.”
“I wish it didn’t have to be that way,” Olivia said.
“I do too, but it’s a finite World; if we stuff it with too many Sims, we’ll break it for everyone,” Eric said. “I can’t make everyone else play by those rules if they don’t apply to me.”
“You could if you weren’t so dang stubborn!” Olivia said laughing. “So, have you thought about who I should pick to replace you?”
“A surrogate father figure?”
“Like you were ever a father figure,” Olivia scoffed. “No, I mean as co-blogger.”
“I hadn’t but, now that you mention it, I think I know who it will be,” Eric said.
“No, I’m not going to tell you,” he eventually said. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“Gee. Thanks, old man.”
The festivities continued back home after the party broke up. The birthday boy and girl grabbed some leftovers and retreated to their room to talk.
“Well, I am relieved to see you’ve gone to the mirror to Change Appearance,” Dimenche II told his sister. “It would have been difficult to marry you off with that ridiculous default Teen hairstyle you spun into.”
“My ridiculous default Teen hairstyle? Have you looked in a mirror yet, Dim?” Annette asked. “You look like Nervous Subject, or a young Elder Wolff.”
“I will have you know that this hairstyle is a favorite among Pawnee braves, paratroopers, Sonny Rollins, punk rockers and other great warriors.”
Annette flipped her phone open to Browse the Web for images.
“I don’t know, Dim; I’m not seeing where any of these great warriors dyed their tips magenta,” she said.
Dimenche II was still trying to manufacture a response when Bella Goth, uncharacteristically perturbed, burst into the room.
“So this is where you two have been hiding!” she said. “You should be outside with the rest of us. Eric’s invited all of us to listen to a story by the campfire.”
“We’re tired, Bella,” Annette said.
“We’re all tired!” Bella snapped. “Now get your plums out there an – “
Bella got hold of herself and went to sit beside Dimenche II. He displayed his loyalties in a quick game of music chairs, rising to take a seat beside Annette.
“I’m sorry,” Bella said. “I probably should explain.”
“I’m heir-apparent, Madame Goth; you’re an NPC,” he said. “I do the explaining.”
Bella got up and stalked out of the room while Dimenche II pretended not to notice.
“What flew up her plum?”he asked after the door closed behind Bella.
“I don’t know,” Annette said. “Maybe we should head outside.”
“Nonsense!” he said. “We are both weary, and we have all day tomorrow to sit through Eric’s interminable stories.”
But Dimenche II and Annette were both still asleep when Eric’s time came.
He was had been eating leftover tilapia for breakfast with his daughter when he rose from the table and pointed beyond the horizon.
“What is it, Dad?” Olivia asked. “A bird? A plane? Supe –“