I Meant All Of ItThe White Legacy:Generation Three, Chapter One

Oh, I am SO glad to be done with university! *stretch* Now then, we have Generation Four to get to, don’t we?

When last we saw the Whites, the five Gen Three children had all graduated college. All of the men got engaged, and behind the scenes, all of them but Dez got married. However, I am keeping the spares update secret until I get this chapter out, because I want Dez to go first canonically as heir.

Who’s the lady in front, you ask? Why, that is Isis, Dez’s fiancee. Don’t you recognize her? See, I didn’t think it through when I moved her in ahead of time, and forgot I still needed to get the family screenshot. Oh, well.

As you can see, Dez is extremely excited to see her, and is giving her a very warm welcome.

Dez: “…hi.” *smile*

Isis: “Oh, Dez.”

But lo! What is this being that doth encroach on the lovers?

Tis an overzealous father, excited to meet his new daughter-in-law and instruct her on the family tradition of bowing. Seriously, despite my best queue-canceling efforts, I have not been able to nip that bow interaction in the bud. It’s getting rather annoying. I blame Patrick.

And Dez, what in the world are you doing? I thought you were the good guy! Why do you have your wand out?

Dez: “…”

Oh, it’s okay. I know it’s just an idle animation. I’m only giving you a hard time.

Isis: “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Toro! May I call you ‘Dad’?”

Toro: “Of course. Welcome to the family, Isis.”

Isis: “Is Mom here?”

Toro: “Oh, sure. Brie’s just off painting right now. It’s a bit of a family elderhood tradition.”

In other words, it’s what I do with my sims when they don’t have anything to do anymore.

At this very moment, Brie is hoof-painting. It’s like finger-painting, except it only occurs when a cow mascot is married into the family and her coding makes her wear her costume every time the lot changes.

Go get changed, Brie. No one likes your cow mascot costume.

Brie: “No comment on my skill in balancing my color palette on my arm like this? This takes skill, you know.”

This is kind of sweet, I think. Before the wedding started, Isis walked in and surveyed the nursery in her wedding gown.

Isis: “Technically I was on my way to the bathroom, but that works, too.”

That… looks painful.

Dez: “…I’m getting married.” *:DDD*

Don’t worry, his arm snapped back to where it should be the next second. It was not broken, and no infallibly good warlocks were harmed in the making of this picture.

The first two guests arrived well ahead of the others. It was probably the brooms. Gotta love the formal wear, too; Chantelle’s I can chalk up to being set up by Maxis, but Merry transitioned into that black dress all on her own. She has such good taste.

Merry: “Chantelle.”

Chantelle: “Latimeria.”

Merry: “Drop dead.”

I’m watching you, Merry.

Merry: “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Yet, huh?

Also note Cygnus and Par arriving in the background. There were a total of six guests invited and I see four of them here, so the other two must be…

…coming from the other direction. Hi, Arie, Arc.

Arie: {I can’t believe my nephews are getting married already… seems like only yesterday I was cooing over them in their cribs…}

That’s Arc in your thought bubble, Arie, not Dez.

Arie: “He’s my nephew, and he got married, too.”

Yes, but no one else knows that yet. Stop trying to spoil it for everyone.

So far, so good. Everyone’s congregating in the family wedding chapel… Merry hasn’t set off any firebombs… yet…

Dez, why did you invite her, anyway?

Dez: “…she’s my sister.”

Isis: “Not to mention, his best friend growing up. Is it so wrong to hope that they might be able to repair their relationship? Wouldn’t it be insensitive not to invite her to his wedding?”

Well, sure, but knowing Merry…

Finally, the father of the groom has… has…

BWAHAHAHA!!

Brie: “It’s light red, Author. It’s manly. And we match! See? My hair is the same shade as his jacket!”

He had the same formal wear in college! Do you like that suit or something?

Toro: *avert eyes* “What I do for my marriage…”

Alright! Let’s get this wedding underway! Isis, you’re on!

Isis: “Dez, I may have thought you were a geeky kid when I first met you, but now you’re a handsome, dashing adult. I love the way you’ve stuck by your sister even when she hasn’t stuck by you, and the way you can say the most without saying anything at all, and the way you glow. You’re the perfect man, and I promise to stay with you through thick and thin, rich and poor, illness and health, and curses and charms.”

Dez: “…I love you.”

Merry: {What insensitive, brainless vows. Let’s see, which spell, which spell? Extractum Amorus, perhaps? Or how about Tabula Rasa? That would be cleaner, it would wipe the slate completely clean, and give me some time to think about how to get rid of Dez permanently…}

Rose petals fall… rings come out…

Chantelle: {No worries, Dez. I thought something might happen, so I rigged a spell ward around the chapel. No spells, either by Merry or by us, can be cast here. And just in case, I sat in front of her. Go on with the wedding. Nothing bad is going to happen.}

Arie: {I love weddings…}

They share a kiss, and Dez and Isis are married!

Merry: “Oh, yay! Good for you, brother of mine!” {WHY WON’T MY SPELLS WORK!?!?}

Arc and Par stood here and talked through the whole ceremony. Note the dirty look Isis is now shooting them. I wonder if they’ll be allowed to get any cake?

Open wide, Isis. I thought for sure that Dez, out of all people, would be nice about feeding his bride her cake. What with the nice points, and the whole “infallibly good warlock” thing…

Isis: “Hey, you only get one weddi—”

Isis: “—glrf!”

Toro: {I wonder if Isis likes cheesecake? Because I would like to get as many grandchildren as possible before leaving for the Luau…}

Isis: “Don’t you go getting any cake, Arc! You talked the whole way through my wedding! You are not allowed!”

Arc: “But it’s not my fault! Par was talking to me, not the other way around!”

Toro: “Brie, why are you sitting all the way over there?”

Merry: “Snrf.” {WHY ARE THEY STILL NOT WORKING!?!? THIS ISN’T FAIR!!}

Chantelle: “Make sure you and Isis stay in the chapel until the party’s over and all the guests have gone home, Dez. Latimeria keeps trying to draw her wand, but she can’t do anything as long as the anti-magic circle I’ve drawn is still in effect.”

Cygnus: “Right… I think I’ll go… sit at that table. Over there. Away from all the witchcraft.”

Dez: “…”

He does look a little out of place, doesn’t he?

Merry: “Pick up a cue stick or get out of my way, Chantelle. And by the way, don’t you think a witch hat with a formal dress is incredibly tacky?”

Chantelle: “…such a pity.”

Merry: “What!?”

Chantelle: “You had such potential for a bright future. We were so excited to see how you grew up, we had so many high hopes. Instead you ended up with this. I’m sorry, Latimeria.”

Chantelle: “I’m watching you and your order. I will brook no hostility towards this family. Pass that on to Pearl.”

Merry: {I don’t care what that stuck-up Chantelle says. Next time I stand here, this house and this legacy will be mine.}

Brie: “I never liked this picture. So tacky to have our last name hung up and framed in the middle of the lobby.”

Merry: {…that completely killed the mood. Thanks for that, Mom.}

Dez: “…”

Isis: “Yes, dear, the soup is working. It was just a bit of an upset stomach, there’s nothing to worry about. Your Grandma Snow’s comfort soup is hitting the spot… urp…”

Dez: “…” *frown*

Isis: “I’m fine, dear—ugh…”

Brie: “Everyone happy and healthy this morning, children?”

Dez: “…”

Isis: “We’re fine, Mom. I caught a stomach bug, but I’m fine now.”

Brie: “Pregnant already, are we? Dez, you stud!”

Dez: *roll eyes*

Autonomous back rubs. Reason #366 why Toro is an awesome sim and husband.

Brie: “Reasons #1, 2, and 3: he’s mine. Love hiiiiiiim…”

Toro: “This crepes suzette is fine, but tell me Isis, do you like cheesecake?”

Isis: “Um, no, not really, Dad…”

Dez: “…”

First pop! Generation Four is officially on its way!

Merry: “Whaaaat!? She’s pregnant already!?”

Merry: “That doesn’t give me much time to plan…”

Merry: “…I’m out of time and options. Given two days maximum, Dez is going to produce an heir. I only have one choice left.”

Merry: “I have to kill them both. Before that little brat is born.”

Melodramatic much?

Merry: “Shut up Author. You just don’t understand me.”

I might be able to if I could see your whole face.

Merry: “This shot is supposed to be OMINOUS, Author. And now you’ve gone and ruined it. After that moron Dez is gone, you will be next on my list.”

What about Chantelle? I thought you already said she was next?

Merry: “Shut up!!”

Dez: “…”

Isis: “I said I’m fine, Dez. Stop worrying about me.”

I love how much Dez has been smiling this chapter. Usually he’s very taciturn and solemn, but whenever he’s with Isis, he breaks out in that huge grin.

Isis: “You really don’t have to clean my dishes, hon. I’m a big girl, I can do it myself. ..but since you’re up, would you mind bringing me a big bowl of ice cream…? And do we have any pickles in the house…?”

Dez: “…”

Isis: “Oh! The baby just kicked! Want to feel, Dez? …Dez? …his evil sister just walked in, didn’t she? No, don’t tell me, I’m just going to keep smiling at the camera and not turn around to look.”

Merry: “I challenge you to a fight to the death.”

Isis: “What? Not that I’m complaining, but why not just zap him from behind when he wasn’t looking?”

Merry: “None of your business!”

Merry: “I think I’ll just walk in there and zap him from behind when he’s not looking!”

Nope. You get to walk in and announce yourself and challenge him to a duel. Mehehehe.

Merry: “And when I’m done with you, I’m going to stand on your dead body to kill your wife and that baby she’s carrying with her. No loose ends, no threats to my taking over.”

Dez: “…………..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I should really take care of that fuming plate on the table.

Merry: “DESMODUS!! What is this!? What did you do to me!?”

Dez: “….!!!!”

Pearl: “Hold that spell, Desmodus. You say the trigger word, and it goes at your wife instead. And I believe she’s already experiencing some problems.”

Merry: “HA!! I win! Infl—”

Chantelle: “Finish that trigger word, and your Inflammo bounces off us and hits your shoes.”

Pearl: “…so we’re at an impasse.”

Chantelle: “I’m afraid so. Dez can’t finish his spell without hurting his wife, and Latimeria can’t finish hers without hurting herself. Neither you nor I, Pearl, are actually here, and so we can’t do more than redirect their spells. Otherwise this would be a piece of sparkly cake to solve.”

Pearl: “Would you stop saying that word!?”

Merry: “Wait, what does she mean not here!? You’re standing right in front of me, you toad-faced wretch!”

Pearl: “This is the Astral Realm, you pathetic, whiny, miserable excuse for a witch! You and that idiot over there hit each other with an Expello Simae at the exact same time, and now you’re both stuck here! What a waste of talent! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do. I have other apprentices to recruit. You turned out to be a colossal waste of time!”

Chantelle: “Listen, Dez. I have a few things to explain to you. If you kill your sister here, or even just render her unconscious, her half of this realm you’ve created will collapse and kill you both. You two are supporting this pocket of non-reality together. Come to an agreement with her quickly, do you hear me? The only way out of here and back to reality is to anchor yourself to someone you’re close to, and who is close to where you were when you came here. They have to have the stamina and mental strength to keep you both sane until you’re back through. Isis might have been able to do it, but she is passed out right now. Your parents are too old. It’s a long shot, but while Pearl and Latimeria are distracted, cast your consciousness out. See if you can find anyone in your dining room who you’ve known for many years who might be able to help.”

Chantelle: “Can you feel anyone?”

Dez: “…yes.”

Chantelle: “Arie, huh? It’s a good thing Toro calls her over for every family event. Alright, my time is up here. Good luck, Dez.”

Dez: “…”

Merry: “Oh no… I’m stuck here… this can’t be how it ends…!”

Dez: “…Merry. Let’s… talk.”

Merry: “…uh-huh. And who’s to say that once you’re through to your house, that this ‘Astral Realm’ thing won’t collapse on me anyway?”

Dez: “…I don’t know.”

Merry: “I’m not going to stay here and twiddle my thumbs while you rescue your own sorry behind. If this is how it’s going to go, I’m going back first.”

Dez: “…this rivalry has to end.”

Merry: “Too bad, so sad. I am not going to just fade into the background.”

Dez: “…when I get back, I am going to call Chantelle, and together we will put a repelling spell around the house. You will not be able to get close.”

Merry: “And what’s to stop me from just killing Isis, Mom, Dad, and Arie before you show up back home, huh? Why should I leave peacefully even if you do manage to crawl your way back?”

Dez: “If you hurt my family, I will hunt you down and magically remove all the water in your body, then sweep you up and throw you away, and then light the garbage can on fire and watch your entire lot burn to the ground. And if you keep me from leaving this place, I will personally misdirect all of your spells and haunt every moment of your life. It shouldn’t take more than a day for one of your spells to be vile enough to kill you when redirected back on you.”

Merry: “…wow. Okay then.”

Merry: “Fine. I won’t do a thing to anyone, and you’ll never see me again. But know this: I am a spare. I am immortal. And I will spend that immortality hunting down your descendants, killing and mutilating them, until this little legacy of yours doesn’t even exist anymore. I will rub it clean off the page. I swear it by all the magic and all the graves of our ancestors: I will end you.”

Toro: “—and by the time we got into the dining room, Dez was gone and Isis was passed out on the—Arie, are you listening to me at all!?”

Arie: “Sorry Toro…

Arie: “I feel a little… dizzy… I think I’m going to sit down…”

Dez: “…”

Toro: “MERRY! Where did you come from!?”

Arie: “Where’s Dez!?”

Merry: “…I’m leaving.”

Arie: “What? Why? …ugh.”

Merry: “I am not the heiress, and I won’t be the heiress. But I will get my due. Just you wait.”

Toro: “Dez? What’s going on?”

Arie: “Ugh… Toro, do you have any leftover cake in the fridge? I need a pick-me-up…”

Dez: “…Isis?”

Brie: “She seems fine, Dez. Whatever made her pass out, she’s only sleeping now. See the ‘Z’s? She’ll wake up soon.”

Chantelle: “Oh good, I’m glad to see you got out of the Astral Realm alright, Dez. Now, you and I have a spell to put up, don’t we?”

Toro: *gasp!* “What is it with people just teleporting in and out of our dining room this morning!?”

It might break the flow, but I have got to comment on Toro’s soulless black eyes of doom here. Why are they doing that? It looks creepy.

To make the evil repellant spell Dez had in mind, he and Chantelle split up. Chantelle worked her half at the back of the house…

…and Dez worked his in the front. The idea was to make two points of strong power for the magic to flow between in a circle, effectively enclosing the house within.

Chantelle: “Alright Dez, this is how it works. The magic we’ve placed down is going to continue to use us as anchors. As long as we’re both alive, it will stay where it is. Once you pass away, it will no longer be effective, and Merry, Pearl, and anyone else aligned with evil will be able to approach again. As it is, witches aligned on the same side as us can walk in whenever they please. However, if someone on the inside helps an evil witch or warlock, they can still get through. Understand?”

Dez: “…yes.”

Chantelle: “Okay. I’ll see you at the next order meeting, then. Also, congratulations on your wife’s pregnancy.”

Dez: “…thanks.”

Dez: “…”

Isis: “Oof. That was the single worst night’s sleep I’ve ever had.”

All is well.

Second pop! Any thoughts, Isis?

Isis: “I’m huge! Do you suppose I’m carrying quads or something?”

Impossible. I don’t have that mod.

Isis: “Mod? What’s that?”

What are you doing, Toro?

Toro: “Retiring.”

Oh. Cool.

Wait. When Snow and Patrick did that, it was because they were…

Toro: “—dying. My time is coming tomorrow evening.”

Toro: “That’s why I’ve called all of you here. This will be the last family meeting I call before going to the Luau.”

Arie: “Where’s Brie?”

Toro: “Still at work. That’s why we’re doing this tonight instead of tomorrow afternoon—so Brie and I can spend the entirety of tomorrow on one big date, just like old times.”

Arc: “So after this, Dez is going to be the one in charge of these meetings? Man, that’s going to go well.”

Arie: “Isn’t there anything any of you want to say? Your father is leaving. Forever.”

Par: “Well, I don’t know. I never know what to say in times like these. Iggy, why don’t you go first?”

Cygnus: “Hey now, don’t put the pressure on me!”

Par: “Sorry Iggy…”

Cygnus: “It’s cool, man.”

Dez: “…”

Isis: “It’s been great to know you, Dad. You’ll be around for the baby’s birth, right?”

Toro: “I hope so. But don’t hold your breath.”

Cygnus: “At least you got to meet some of your grandkids. Elle and I already have a couple sets of twins, and we’re expecting another one already.”

CYGNUS!! Hush up! The readers don’t know about that yet! It’s a SECRET!!

Cygnus: “Sorry, Author. I know how you’re trying so hard to keep what’s been going on with us under wraps.”

Arc: “Is anyone going to call The Merry and let her know what’s going on?”

Cygnus: “Meh. She’s tried to kill half of the people in this room at some point or another. I’m not too worried.”

Arc: “Eh. Just a thought.”

Toro: “Well, I guess that’s it, then. You’re all excused.”

Par: “Bye, Dad.”

Cygnus: “Yeah, bye, Dad.”

Arc: “Bye, Dad.”

Dez: “…”

Toro: “So? Aren’t you leaving, too?”

Arie: “Not quite yet. Do you remember all of those nasty things I said to you when we were young? All those times I teased you relentlessly? All those noogies I gave you?”

Toro: “Yeah?”

Arie: “I meant all of it.”

Toro: “Gee, thanks. I’m touched.”

Arie: “Well, uh, what I meant was… oh, gosh, this is hard…”

Toro: “Well? Spit it out!”

Arie: “Bye, Toro. You are my brother. I’m going to miss you.”

Toro: *sniffle* “I’ll miss you too, Arie.”

Arie: “Say ‘hi’ to Mom and Dad for me.”

Toro: “Of course.”

Toro: “Hello in there, little grandbaby! Grandpa loves you! He’ll be watching you grow up from the Other Side!”

Just had to throw this in there. It doesn’t really fit with the rest of the scene, but the coincidence here in staging was too good to ignore.

The moment Brie got home from work, they got a head start on that day of dates Toro alluded to.

Toro: “Have I ever told you how appropriate it is that a former cow mascot had the lifetime want of being a criminal mastermind? And how much I love the uniform?”

Brie: “Oh Tory, come here!”

SUCCESS!!

Ahem. Toro and Brie threw me a slow dance twirl, everybody. And I got a picture. On his last day of life. This is proof of true love, I tell you.

Brie: “I love you, Tory.”

Toro: “I love you too, Brie. See you there.”

Toro: “Hi there, Grimmy!!”

Grim Reaper: “…um, hi.”

This is really a fitting way for him to go out. I didn’t get a lot of pictures of it, but Toro was constantly doing the Creepy Nice Point Smile his entire life.

Grim Reaper: “We have a hot tub all ready for you, Mr. White. Your parents have related to us that you are a Pleasure Sim, but have never had the pleasure of having one on the lot, and specifically requested one for you. We have also prepared couches to jump on and espresso for you to drink. I understand you rolled the Want for espresso quite a bit over your lifetime.”

Toro: “Cool. Thanks. As long as there’s two of everything so I can enjoy it all with Brie when she gets here. Also, I need to fire that butler. He photo-bombs too many pictures. Dez, would you take care of that for me?”

And Toro is laid to rest in the family graveyard. Unfortunately, he died in the throes of winter, and so this picture could have been better. Maybe it will be thawed out a little by the time Brie joins him.

It always feels like a bit of a milestone when your Generation Two Heir dies of old age. Sort of along the lines of, “Aw maaaan, I watched him be born! And he’s already dead!? I can’t believe I’ve stuck around this legacy for that long!!”

Toro, you were a fun sim to play. You weren’t terribly remarkable in any particular way, but you were a great husband, and you let me put you with a cow mascot, which is not a relationship for the faint hearted. You were a pleasure sim, but you still raised a full five children to adulthood, most of whom turned out well-adjusted. Your LTW bored me to tears, but we got through it. You were great emotional support to a lot of the sims around you, and were a generally all-around good guy. Enjoy the Luau, my man; you deserve it.

Exactly two hours later…

Welcome to the world, Generation Four!

This sweet little girl has been dubbed Chalcedony. She has brown hair and brown eyes just like her mother (bet you didn’t see that one coming!), and she is the FIRST EVER FEMALE FIRSTBORN. The run of boys has ended maybe!!

Generation Four’s naming scheme is precious gems and minerals, by the way.

Isis: “Because she’s my precious little girl!”

Oh, brother.

Alright, I really need to cut off here. This chapter is getting rather long. Join us next time for more!

Brie: “That last date was the best one we had out of all 51 we did for Tory’s lifetime want. *sigh* I miss him.”