the pause legacy - chapter 11: needs more roy

Welcome back and thankyou for returning after such a long break in the story, To recap I had to go read the previous chapter as pictures starting to have no meaning. O_o But now I remember so, Bon was chosen as heir, married a hussy, had 2 girls, one was evil, divorced the hussy, married an crazy idealist, and had another girl, who was ignored, and Jude got old.

Phew on with the story...

Jacqueline continued her evil ways...

Jacqui: “Oh hi Dove. What? You want a hug...oh sure come here....”

Jacqui: “Hah! You thought you were going to get a hug, and now you have no hug and no candy!”

Poor Dove, this happens to her every day. Dove’s cries fall on deaf ears as everyone in the household believes they have more important things to whine about.

Tracey: “Myra, why doesn’t Bon want to have me in his life only? Why does he keep hanging onto his ex-wife through those children of hers.”

Myra: “Careful now, don’t get too angry or your thoughts will fall out of your ears and attract the fire demons.”

Tracey: “I’m trying to have an adult conversation with you about your son and how he’s not getting rid of those other pesky brats and supplying me with some more babies!

Myra: “That bitch is crazy.”

Coming from you that’s saying something.

Oh God, Jude what are you doing!?!?!

Jude: “Don’t know, feel kind of light headed though.”

Jude: “Okay, this better not be what I think it is. I’m in my pyjamas! I can’t go looking like this.”

Jude: “Jude! Where are you going?”

Bon: “No! First Grampy and now you. I’m permanently scarred again.”

Tracey: “Oh great, now we have to pretend to be upset too.”

Maid: “I can’t get any more fake sad than this.”

Is it just me or does Grimmy not look quite right?

Not in the picture but he’s also wearing green shoes???

Jude: “Please Mr. Grim, I can’t die yet, I’m only 92. I don’t have enough grandchildren and I haven’t enjoyed my leader of the free world title nearly enough yet. At least give me time to change into something a little more appropriate.”

Jude: “Why aren’t you saying anything! Your eerie nonchalance is quite disturbing.”

Maid: “Don’t worry Jude. I have seen this death character in every house I clean and I’m sick of him taking away my customers! Death! I’m gonna-”

Maid: “Oh hey, Mr. Reaper. Didn’t notice how big that scythe was from back there. You know what, I have lots of toilets to clean. I better go.”

JUDE PAUSE: 92 Days Old

92!?!?!? This is an outrage! Oh why do the inappropriate snobs always die so young. Jude, you were truly the first sim that I become very attached to. I don’t know how I can write this legacy without you. I will make a clone of you and you can stalk the city. Thank you for having the cutest children. Especially Bonbon.

Uh-oh. Jude gravestone isn’t as big as Edmund’s. He’s not going to be pleased when he returns.

Dove didn’t seem to notice Jude was gone. After all, it was one less person to not pay her any attention.

That night story-teller told me that Edmund and the town loon had been drifting apart. I would agree that is true, seeing as how he’s dead and has been for quite some time. Though it did not stop him from hitting on Tracey.

Edmund: “Hey, I know you’re married to my grandson, but now I’m dead, nothing what I do counts. So how about you and me make some covers fly.”

Tracey: “Umm can ghosts even do that?”

Whoops, Pauline floated in at the wrong time. HAH! Take that! That’s how it feels you cheating hussy!

Quite sad, but I saw this empty bed and said to myself “Where’s Jude, he should be in bed. Oh.”

I’m so depressed.

Myra decides to walk to the other end of the house to use the bathroom and walked in on her son.....

Way to interrupt.

Tracey: “Why did you have to interrupt our romantic sessions?! Babies could have occurred you know.”Myra: “I heard noises, and I thought it might have been Jude.”Tracey: “Hate to reiterate what happened yesterday. But he’s dead. Outside. With a tombstone!”Myra: “I know that. I was looking for his ghost. I may be insane but I’m not stupid.”

Tracey: “Hey Tracey, you are a smart girl. You married a man with illegitimate devil children, a crazy mother and pervy ghost ancestors. You’re a freakin’ genius!”

I forgot again that it was Monique’s and Jacqueline's birthday so no cake or parties...

Monique is very pretty but she has a man’s voice. Or more correctly, the deep voice of a man who's trying to sound like a woman. And being unflirty, it’s going to make things harder to find her a partner.

She really reminds me of Fuka, from Yotsuba. Maybe it’s just the cool shirt.

Clumsy evil people need lots of luck on their side.

Jacqueline reminds me of Fiona, from Burn Notice, not in any sort of murderous, negative way, but in the sense of I really want them to eat a sandwich or something. Plus the loose flowing hair is Fiona’s thing.

Tracey has nothing to occupy her while Bon is at work, so Dove finally gets some attention.

Dove: “See this? This is yellow! And tri---angler...it goes in this tri---angle hole....see :D”Tracey: “Oh yes I see. Very nice. You would look much more pretty with my eyes you know.”

Tracey: “Why don’t you have my eyes?”

She may not have your eyes but she has your facial expressions down pat.

Tracey found she was expecting again and Dove was quickly forgotten again.

The only time Dove gets attention is when someone puts her to bed. She laps it up for all that she can.

Monique takes a stroll into town in order to find Tracey some rare seeds and witnesses a gruesome death. I wonder who it is.

OH GOD ROY’S DEAD

As if this chapter wasn’t bad enough already.

ROY PAUSE – Pretty Old

Even though he’s not technically in the line of the legacy I love him too much not to give him a proper sendoff. Just think how the legacy could have turned out if Roy had won instead of Jude. No insane Myra, No Eleni or Isla. No Bon....No Bonbon!? Okay, that’s not even funny anymore.

Torey Landgraab’s alien child was present at Roy’s death too.

His ugliness never ceases to please me.

Tracey and become quite comfortable around Monique enough to pretend to enjoy eating breakfast together. Jacqueline is still banished from the table.

Jacqui: “Hey Monnie. Do that really funny impression of what would happen if Tracey’s babies fell into a container of plant fertilizer and their DNA mutated.”

Monique: “Oh you mean like this......”huurrrr I’m Tracey’s baby and all those harsh chemicals shprayed on me when I was a baby made me shuper shpecial. I don’t understand emotions but I can read your mind.”

Tracey: “Darned brats, I’ll be glad to see the last of them.”

Bon: “Please don’t insult Tracey and the baby.”Jacqueline: “Why are you talking to me? It was Monique’s idea. Besides, how to we know it’s not true? Look at Dove!”

Dove: “Huh? I heard my name. I’ll do anything. What is it? I’ll do it.”

Monique is still depressed after witnessing Roy’s death (who wouldn't be) I tried getting her acquainted with a few teenage boys in the neighbourhood. Unfortunately alien-child is all I could find. Monique equipped her defence mechanism and stunk the playground out.

Alien-Mother: “Shnookums, what have I told you about playing on public equipment.”

Alien-Child: “Mu-uuuuum!”

Tracey prepares her crops and goes into labour.

Tracey: “No deep breaths here, don’t breathe the fumes in.”

Jacqui: “Hey there Dove. Mummy’s gone to have some better children so she can ignore you even more. I bet you would like a hug.

Dove: “NO! Jacqui mean. No hugs! You steal my lollipops.”

Jacqui: “Look you dumb kid. I’m trying to comfort you. Do you want a hug or not?”

Dove: “Really? A hug for real? Okay!”

Jacqui: “Hah, stupid kid. This is too easy.”

Back over at the hospital, Tracey walks out with baby Shannon...

And Bon carried Hannah. He’s looking even more pleased than the last baby girl.

Very pleased. Hey don’t give me that look. It’s not my Y chromosomes that can’t put up a fight.

No one looks especially happy for that matter.

Except for Hannah. Look at that face :D

With the two new babies taking up all the crib space, it was time to age up Dove.

I don’t think Bon has ever held her before.

Thank goodness for the autonomous “come celebrate birthday routine” or no-one would be here at all.

Poor Dove. I tried to get a picture of her smiling. Sometimes you have to go with the best you can get.

Wait, is she family orientated because she thinks she has no family and needs a new one?

I’m too lazy to build another room, so Dove’s bunking with Myra. I’m sure she’ll die soon anyway.

Dove: “Since I already have older sisters who are twins and younger sisters who are twins, maybe your next baby can be my twin.”Tracey: “Sure I’ll get right on that.”

Monique: “Alright now that I’m a teenager it’s time for the rockinest party this side of the universe has ever seen.”

The guests were less than receptive to Tracey’s chess skills.

Tate: “Hey Mrs. Pause. You’re daughter sure knows how to throw a party. And she’s hot as well. Must take after you.”Tracey: “She’s not my daughter.”

Tate: “Oh, you realise this little girl is better at chess than you.”Tracey: “Your point?”Tate: “None really. I personally would be embarrassed and would not rival her in public.”

Winter: “Boo! This lady sucks at chess. Everyone steer clear of her!”

Danita: “Wow, I heard my ex-husband had moved on and married and plain-jane. I just didn’t realise how plain she was.”Tracey: “Urge to kill. Rising.”

Bon: “Wow, I forgot how dazzling and entrancing your head was.”Danica: “This dazzling dome always has a place for you Bon.”

Oh no. Flirty sim. I forgot. Separate. Separate!

Winter: “Boo! Old ladies suck. Don’t let her play the guitar. She stinks! I went to her concert and she fell asleep on stage!”

Myra: “What’s going on? I just got here.”

Myra: “They must be angry because I haven’t played any tunes yet. This music certainly is calming *Yawn* Almost like a lullaby.”

Jacqui: “Hey, who invited the uggo! Don’t you know this party is only for the Pause family, and sexy, fly, hot-to-trot and fine guests! That’s not you.”

Carisa: “Stop pointing and yelling at me. I’m your father’s cousin. I swear.”

Jacqui: “I find that highly unlikely. Don’t make me get out the torture device.”

While Jacqueline was taking care of the rabble I thought I’d help boost the party points and age up the babies.

An evil genius. One can only imagine what she can concoct with Jacqueline.

Another one?! This town is doomed.

Jacqui: “Two evil children of my very own! Muwhahahahahah! They shall be my young apprentices. Must resist urge to steal candy from them.”

Jacqui: “Hey, Unflirty-McGee. That evil being is mine. Go play with that goodie-two-shoes blonde thing.”

Dove: “This block here is the most important part of building a castle. If this goes missing, it’s all over for Mr. And Mrs. Princess. That red one probably doesn’t need saliva on it.”

Dove: “This is fun isn’t it. I’ve never had anyone to play with before.”

Shannon: “When can we kill her Hanchan?”Hannah: “When Jacqui says so Shanchan. Not before.”

Tracey: “I’ve been thinking and have decided it’s time to have another child.”

Bon: “See now I don’t really think you were thinking at all. You know how you’re very easily upset and prone to the crazy? I don’t want you to do any of those things but....don't you think we have enough children already?”

Tracey: “I’m crazy and easily upset? Well the only reason I’m upset is because you don’t want our family blessed with another member.”

Bon: “But we already have 5 girls...I just-”

Tracey: “No, Bon. WE – have 3 girls.”

Dove: “Hey listen Monique, I know we don’t really get along, but I could really use some help with my geography homework?....Please?”

Monique: “Pah, geography. What a waste of a subject. Why would I need to know where my country is? I’m already there!”

Dove: “Umm okay, you don’t have to help with my geography homework. Could you help me with my solar system project?”

Monique: “Sure, I know lots about the moon.”Dove: “Really? Like what?”Monique: “Don’t go walking in the woods at night during a full moon.”Dove: Maybe I don’t need help after all.....

Bon doesn’t smile much, I like to take photos when he does. : )

JUDE! You’re back! It’s been too long!

Jude: “I’ll say, I heard that the new mayor slipped over on the sidewalk and fractured his hip, and no one laughed at him!? I need to catch up on a lot of things.”

Jude: “Hey if you weren’t my granddaughter I’d be looking right up your skirt.”

Jude, you can sleep there instead of Myra anytime <3

Till next time :D