The Moxley Legacy: Gen 2.3

Catch up: 1.1 | 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2

*adopts serious voice* Previously on the Moxley Legacy…

Nikki, gen 2 heir, attended college where she was initially Grilled Cheese, and it drove me up the wall. Thankfully, she did well enough to re-roll her aspiration and became Popularity instead.

Her lifetime want is to have 50 Dream Dates, which is awesome. It’s one of my favourite aspirations, because it keeps the Sims happy, mood-boosted and if you date enough rich folks, you get lots of free swag.

All dream dates so far have taken place with the love of her life, Garruck. Garruck’s twin brother, Sorin, is married to Nikki’s twin sister, Brie. Brie is awesome. She cuts bitches.

Also, Nattie and Tyson, Brie and Nikki’s older siblings exist. And nobody cares.

Nikki is now moving home to live with her mothers, Mickie and Harriet.

Harriet: Darling! I’m so glad you’re home! 😀

And this interaction finally makes them best friends.

Nikki: Mom! I’m home!

Mickie: That’s nice, dear.

I send Nikki straight over to the computer to find a job. It doesn’t matter what she gets, since her LTW is 50 Dream Dates.

And this seems apt enough for someone named Nikki Moxley.

So, let’s get on with Nikki’s aspiration.

Apparently, Garruck came over all virginal after Nikki moved out. He seems to believe they’ve never woohoo’d before. Also, he’d like to try it in multiple places. At least he’s finally over his want of falling in love with Nattie. I know I’m not supposed to look, but curiosity is hard to overcome.

Garruck’s newly found virginity is quickly gone.

It was at this point I noticed that, despite all the dating and woohooing, Nikki is not in love with Garruck. Which is fair, not everyone can fall in love with a single smile, like Brie and Sorin. So, let’s try and find someone that Nikki really is in love with.

A well-timed entrance from Blond Santa, as Nikki is raging about Bad Santa.

I get them talking a little…

… but Nikki can’t get past the outfit.

Well, error aside… uh, good? Do these things ever pan out, or is it just networking babble?

So, we scope the room, since Blond Santa is not Nikki’s type, and we find Eli.

Nikki’s just about to introduce herself to Eli when ACR kicks in and she gets to give Blond Santa a mild kiss. Which Eli watches intensely.

After a brief chat, Nikki asks Eli on a date.

Oh joy, he’s a romance Sim. And Nikki’s feeling conflicted. Now she wants to get married to Garruck, but she wants to date Eli, and she’s still not in love with Garruck.

They hit it off. Since they’re both romance sims with good chemistry it’s not long before…

ACR kicks in and they try to bang on the bench, causing them to fall in love. In love. Four years of dating Garruck, and she crushes on him. Quick grope on a splintered bench by a near-stranger? TRUE LOVE.

Ok, fine. Get married. You’re both in love, after all.

When I got home, Harriet was being inducted into some kind of clubhouse.

By a fabulous lady with red hair and purple eyes. Yeah, you’re a future spouse.

Mickie: So, did you hear one of our kids went to college or something?

Harriet: … hmmm.

Harriet may not care about much at all, but she is still mildly interested in her wife.

Today’s work outfit is amazeballs. This is her first day of work at the top of her career.

Originality. You two has it.

I feel that empty nest syndrome may be setting in for Harriet.

And she’s going to eat her feelings.

On the other side of it THE BALLET BARRE STILL FUCKING ROCKS, GUYS!

BEST. DAY. EVAH.

Have I mentioned that I hate chance cards?

Nikki then cried in the shower. But she made sure she did it right in the corner, so I’d have to put the walls down to get a picture of it.

SWAG! WE HAVE SWAG!

Also, this is the point where every sim ever decides to only do something interesting if a light source is right behind them, which means every night shot is a silhouette.

After whooping and squeeing about leaving a gift, Eli tip-toes away, lest he disturb the household.

He’s still tip-toeing when the sun comes up. Maybe try running, Eli?

Too late, Nikki sees him. I like to believe the townie teen is judging them for the PDA.

Get a room.

Hey there, Nattie’s boyfriend. What you doing?

Nattie’s Boyfriend: Walking to the lot next door. Shhhh! Don’t tell anyone.

(He then sneaky-walked back about an hour later.)

It’s all for the dream dates.

Dream date.

Eli sneaks by to drop off a boquet of roses. No swag this time? Dude, if you leave a grand’s worth of gift after the first date, you’ve set the bar pretty high. After that, flowers? WTF?

The gods are about as impressed as I am with the flowers. And naturally, the entire neighbourhood freaks out about the fire. The small outdoor fire. In the rainstorm.

That’s more like it.

Yes, darling, I think you are pregnant.

Nikki keeps on with my adoration for bubble baths.

No, game, she’s not. She works out at the ballet barre every day, she’s at the top of the ballet career. She couldn’t possibly be more into fitness.

Anyway, if she spent any more time working out, she wouldn’t have time to canoodle with Harriet.

Since her aspiration is 50 Dream Dates, having romance as a secondary aspiration might help.

Yep, let’s grab all the extra features.

Nikki is not having fun with this pregnancy. She’s pretty much always throwing up.

And Harriet continues to eat her feelings.

Harriet: I don’t think you kids should go to college. You four should stay here and eat pudding with me.

Nikki: … uh, ok, mum. I promise not to go to college.

Nikki: … and I certainly won’t make the Dean’s list either.

Harriet: Perfect.

Nikki: Gotta go — too much pudding.

This would be a pop if Nikki was wearing something with a preg morph.

How about this?

Nikki, just like Harriet, is FUCKING THRILLED to be pregnant.

No variation at all. I’m sure Nikki feels special.

So, after a bout of morning sickness, Nikki moseyed into the living area to find Garruck warming up at the barre.

And I found myself thinking about how many dream dates we still needed. And that we should keep him sweet to get some alien genes into the family.

It’s for the dream date.

Nearly halfway there.

And elsewhere, another Moxley paints another Canadian wrestler.

Harriet ages up into a completely age-inappropriate outfit.

Much better.

You make a lovely elder lady, Harriet.

No swag. I’m wondering if the reason we’re not in love with him is the lack of swag.

Harriet: Who’s my darling grandchild? You are! You’re my darling grandchild.

Nikki: I think this would be less weird if (a) you’d shown any interest in me as a kid; and (b) I was not standing in the garbage you dropped in order to play peek-a-boo with my tummy.

Fully rested, I send Nikki out again for a few more dates, and we meet Anjani.

Nikki: Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re an alien, right?

Confirmation of his alien heritage was all she needed to fall in crush with him.

So, a date begins, and I have to say, I loathe the want to “slow dance”.

And Nikki wants to keep her options open.

But she also wants a dream date.

And one kiss puts him in love with her. Is it just me, or do Aliens fall in love dead quickly?

We move on to another lot as this one was getting laggy, and Raul quickly popped up. Since Nikki wants to date him, we got as far as “hi”.

Anjani: Are you cheating on me? You filthy mare! How dare you! You belong to me!

Nikki: Uh, I’m really sorry that my date acted like an ass there. I only just met him. I had no idea he was completely unreasonable about me talking to other people.

Raul: It’s ok. Are you ok?

Nikki: Well, I could really go for some chili. I’m just craving spicy food at the moment.

Raul: Oh, you’re pregnant? Oh, I thought you were just fat. I’m not ok with dating preggos.

Nikki: So, don’t you think you’re acting like a toddler with its toys over me?

Anjani: lol. No.

Despite everything.

Nikki: Mums, I’m in love.

Mickie: With that nice alien boy who keeps using our ballet barre?

Nikki: No, with the commitment-phobic guy who bought us a TV and a bust of some old famous dude.

Harriet: *faint interest*

Harriet: Congratulations on having two best friends.

Mickie: What, you and the kid that moved back in with us?

Wow, Anjani, you’ve got all the makings of Edward Cullen about you. Obsessed after only one meeting? Check. Deathly possessive? Check. Violent when you don’t get your own way? Check. Grand sweeping “romantic” gestures instead of apologies. Check.

Luckily, Nikki is no Bella Swan. (Which is amusing because she’s named after Nikki Bella.)

Hi Eli. Whatcha doing?

Eli: Visiting Nikki. Shhhhh! TELL NOBODY. I AM STEALTHY LIKE A NINJA.

Nikki: HI THAR ELI! I MISSED YOU!

Anjani: *teleports to the lot like a jealous Cullen* You’re talking to another man? What did I tell you about talking to men?

Anjani: My heart, my heart, my poor broken heart. *stomps off*

Eli: So, I take it that was the alien you dated in college? I guess after all those years of loving you, he’s taken it really badly?

Nikki: What? No. That’s some dude I met last night. Garruck’s just fine with the breakup.

I guess he spent all his money on swaggy gifts for Nikki.

I quickly shove an engagement ring on his finger while they’re on a date, to hopefully avoid any aspiration loss for a romance sim getting engaged.

lol. Hi there Captain Dumbass. I’ve missed you.

Yes, yes, that is the sight of guests in their formal wear and a fridge turned backwards, which can only mean one thing: WEDDING.

HI THAR BRIE! I LOVE YOU!

Uh, this would be sim Wing, whose house I use to townify sims. Why haven’t I made her a werewolf yet?

Another thing I never remember to do: not put out the champagne. The idiots will toast until everyone dies of old age, and the wedding keeps getting delayed by random passers by starting toasts.

TOASTS, DAMNIT.

You guys will get married, even if I have to hide the damned bottle.

Girl to the far right – don’t be that person who always tries to upstage the couple getting married.

Thankfully Eli didn’t go into aspiration failure. Thank god for Nikki’s LTW and constant dates.

Why don’t I play the other games as much as Sims 2? THIS. Smustling.

Oh yes, now that Brie’s here…

Nikki: I’ve got a present for my favourite twin.

Nikki: Here you go, Brie. I’m afraid you can’t cut this bitch, but you can keep him forever.

I swear at this point, Nikki’s off her face on champagne.

MOAR SWAG. And this was just because some random crashed the wedding. Not entirely sure how many of these TVs we actually need, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Toasts.

So many toasts that everyone but Mickie either went to bed or left because it was late. She’s still toasting. Nikki has about a dozen toasts in her queue after she’s done sleeping. I’m never using that champagne again.

Nikki: So, you didn’t go to college and you’re a romance sim in a committed relationship? Guess you’re really winning at life.

Eli: Let’s just get naked.

They both fall asleep after a long day…

And they both have this fear.

Whereas I’d be more afraid of the creeper who invited himself to a wedding, snuck into the couple’s room and watched them consumate their marriage and then just sat next to them while they slept.

I can’t believe you’ve been here all this time. Who are you?

Oh, Eli will fit in just fine. He’s a bubble bath guy.

The main platter from that meal? That’s going to be eaten by Nikki, who woke up nearly dead from hunger thanks to all the wedding toasts.

Nearly halfway there. Come on!

Since I’m playing with a shorter life hack, and Eli just moved in and I want them to age at the same rate, I had Nikki chug some Elixir.

Which apparently, like pineapple, appears to induce labour.

Well, bring on the aspiration failures from a pleasure and a romance sim…

No changes to anything here.

Final Scores
Torch-Holders	2
Pass Outs	3
Self-Wettings	3
Fights	15
Fires	2
Perma-Plat Sims	1
Shrink Visits	0
Social Bunny Visits	0
Social Worker Visits	0
Accidental Deaths	0
Special Tombstones v Regular	0 v 0