Hola! Last time Whitlea joined the Rider career, entered a race, and got engaged and married! And good news!
Look whose back! :D:D They came from an alternate save file of the Rolex town where Daisy’s hair mysteriously changed to one of the Egyptian style. I was too lazy to change it.
Alternate Yohan and Daisy also had a child named Adrianne! Yay!
Unfortunately they are still not a part of the family tree, so I had Whitlea go over and meet them.
Daisy: I AM MUSCLE MAN! GRR!
Whitlea: Ohmy! I’m married!
Whitlea: Hi sir! Who are you?
Yohan: WHATSITTOYA?? Jk, my name is Yohan Rolex.
Whitlea: Weird! That’s my last name too!
Whitlea: Coolio. We have something in common.
Daisy: Boo! Get the similar looking chick away from my husband!
They got married in the alternate file :3
Afterwards, I sent Whit and Virgil to France for their honeymoon! First thing Virgil does:
Virgil: Ooo-UMPH. LOOK at that hand. Isn’t it the sexiest hand you’ve ever seen?
I let the two autonomously do their thang. It quickly escalated to this.
Explorer: IT’S WHITLEA ROLEX OMG!
Afterwards the two autonomously went from kissing to a game of catch!
Virgil: No! My ball!
Don’t worry, you have one more left.
Virgil: You went there >.>
Whitlea: I got it! I got it! I got it!
I love how much faster my game goes when they go on vacation. There’s NO lag at all. Man, this must be how others feel without lag! 😮
Virgil: Hey now, save that for later 😉
I believe she’s stuck, Virgil, not bending for other reasons.
I sent them fishing for crocodiles.
Really Virgil? Do you need to be THAT close to her that you need to fish through her stomach??
Virgil: When do you think we should start having kids?
Virgil: I want to plant my seed in you!
Whitlea: If we weren’t married, that sentence would be extremely creepy.
Virgil: *sigh* Look at this stupid thing! I caught a GOLDFISH! Yuck!
Virgil: There you go! Now we can cook sushi tonight!
Whitlea: I haven’t caught ANYTHING yet. 😥
Whitlea: I’m the bestttt! Top quality minnow right here!
Virgil: It’s great, Whit..
So after a few sim hours I realized that you could only catch crocodiles in Egypt. *fail*
This is the first time paparazzi has paid attention to my active sims! 😮
Virgil: Come jam with me ‘razzi!
Whitlea: Why are you touching me? STOP TOUCHING ME!
Guy: OMG. It’s Whitlea Rolex. If I look at these pots, she’ll never see me looking at her.
Whitlea: Why is this guy staring at me…
I’m convinced that my lag problem is why they’re only treated as real celebrities in France.
So I left them to their own devices the rest of the night, and they kept doing romantic interactions. I thought it was pretty cute, especially the “Frisky” one 😛 tickling should be its own interaction! Unfortunately the two couldn’t woohoo in anything in the area, so they kept going back and forth all lovey-dovey.
Without me! o_o I’m so not use to unlaggyness.
Virgil: I’d like to moonwalk on your undiscovered areas 😉
Paparazzi: I got the kiss! Yes!
I thought the paparazzi following them everywhere was endearing, but it got creepy.
You’ll see why soon.
And now, their superextravagent French cuisine dinner! Jam and juice.
Whitlea: I left my toothbrush at home! Looks like I’m using my finger tonight.
Virgil: We make babies nao?
Paparazzi: I know where you two are going. I’m SUSPICIOUS.
Virgil: We’re just going to bed, GOD! Leave us alone!
Paparazzi: Yeah, you’re going to “bed” alright.
They did it on their own! 😮
Paparazzi: Ah I see, so when she does that, put your leg over–
WHAT THE FRAZZ.
THEY WERE IN THEIR PRIVATE ROOM.
I’m so not used to the game going so fast. I couldn’t get him to the toilet fast enough.
Virgil: Great! Now I’m going to be accused of Public woohoo and public peeing!
‘Twas true, unfortunately.
NOWHERE IS SAFE >.> Not even base camp!
Whitlea: This is how I use my arms during woohoo!
I don’t need to know that, Whit.
Whitlea: Ish foundsh ush tooshbrush. Wash insh thish strangsher’s housh!
Virgil found us a beetle! ‘Tis marks the end of their uneventful honeymoon. They made some nectar too, but I failed to take pictures. Apparently they brought so much that I had to buy a second wine box.
Whit and Volvo got first place in Cross-Country! 😀 700$/30,000$!
And looook! Yohan is back on the tree!
I wish Xavier hadn’t had kids so early. Their ages are spiked compared to the rest of Gen. 3.
WHATS ZIS?! Zhalee imposter!
Zhalee Imposter: I hear you like to check sinks.
Zhalee: Perhaps. Do you have a sink I could wash my hands in three times?
Zhalee Imposter: No…but I have a closet.
Digger (our super neglected dog) dug up this huge space rock! 😀
She’s getting that 4-hr work out opportunity almost all the time now and I’m bored watching her do jumping jacks in front of the TV. But her jogging is just as slow ._.
Whitlea: One hour and I’m still in front of the house! YES! RECORD!
The France trip must’ve brought back the paparazzi! :O they’re everywhere now!
Lesley: I cannot believe this! How do you forget the quantum formula of relative proportions in a vacuum of space!?
Xavier: …Space travel is for aliens!
Lesley: That’s half your family husband-unit! D:<
Zhalee: I see…she’s running to the bathroom. That means grandchildren!
Whitlea: It could also mean I need to PEE!!
Or a little bit of both.
(Also; AIRPLANE! :D)
Whitlea: Disgusting! Get that camera out of my face!
That spot on the ground must be reeeeally gross now.
Gregorio: Must rush to room! Rush rush rush! Oh hey Digger!
Virgil: What I miss?!
Grimmy, you’re in the wrong room.
I feel bad. Everyone looks so sad 😥
Grimmy: Come ‘ere you!
Grimmy: See that spot on the ceiling? GO GET IT.
Whitlea: Oh Digger!…I wish you hadn’t died in my room!
For a dog that kept growling at them, they’re preeeeetty sad about its death.
Paparazzi: Just a liiiiiittle bit closer and I can get her tattoo!
Whitlea: Well God, you might as well. You’re already stepping on my feet.
More night sickness!
Ask to Leave Home?? Zhalee, that’s too dramatic!
Virgil: I just wanted to use the toilet!
Zhalee: The bathroom is my home!!
Yay! She finally popped! Took a few hours for the lag to catch up again -_-
Intermission brought to you buy man playing for tips in front of City Hall in pajamas.
Volvo: You have babies!? NOH! I NO APPROVE! I WILL EAT YOU AND YOUR BABIES!
Whitlea: YOU DIED ON MY CARPETTT!
Whitlea: Gotta burn off that baby fat!
-.- As if you’ve gotten the bump yet.
Gregorio: *laser beams of unpregnant-ness*
Whitlea: *cough* There’s a big scary fuzzy pink monster behind me!
Whitlea: See this chair here? It is a moon. Which has peed in the spot below me.
Whitlea: I am standing in moon pee juice.
Whitlea: oh—OW! That hurt FETUS!
Gregorio: Oh joy you gave it a name!
Gregorio: OH NO! THE MOON FLUID WAS SUCKED INTO YOUR FETUS!!
Whitlea: That sounded as equally gross!
*Smack table* DAMN IT. I had the best name for a girl starting with V. Now I have to wait.
Also, Vlad rolled clumsy. He likes Yellow, Tofu Burgers, and Kids music.
Whitlea: I’mma smile, YUP, 2 sim hours of labor is NOT painful!
Whitlea: Hey, you didn’t just have a baby. Go make me pancakes.
Virgil: For the baby?
Whitlea: No, for the moon pee juices. YES FOR ME!!
I leave you with Vlad’s first and only moodlet as of now!
Vlad: WOW! That dirty plate really brings this room together!
Thanks for reading! 😀