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The Bee Immortal Dynasty - now complete
« on: December 09, 2012, 01:00:49 PM »
1. A Bee’s Gotta Do What a Bee’s Gotta Do

Meet Queenie Bee.



She’s a snobby, charismatic savvy sculptor, who dreams of living in the lap of luxury one day. She’s also family oriented and nurturing, but that won’t do her much good for quite some time.  In her own opinion, she has impeccable fashion sense; in mine, it leaves something to be desired, but I’m probably just jealous. In case anybody cares, she likes yellow (obviously), classical music and vegetarian lobster thermidor.

Queenie’s long term ambition is to surround herself with lots of little drones and workers, so that she can sit back and sculpt while they buzz around doing the real work. Having set up her hive, she’d then like to live in it forever and do as little as possible. She’s heard rumours that living forever is doable, but that it involves a lot of effort – boring stuff like getting a job and learning skills and completing opportunities. She doesn’t like the sound of the work, and so hopes that the drones will do most of it for her.



When she first landed in Appaloosa Plains, Queenie’s worldly possessions were, shall we say, a little limited.



However, she was confident that she would meet Mr Rich, um, Right soon enough. After all, who wouldn’t fall for such a striking outfit? ;)



And in the meantime, she could always sculpt herself some furniture. In her underwear, just in case Mr R. walked by.



She managed one chair relatively quickly: how long could the rest of the house possibly take?



Exhausted by such a hard hour’s work, Queenie set off into town to see if she could see anybody who looked rich. Since her underwear had failed to attract any potential spouses, she put her best dress on instead. The dress survived the taxi journey without getting even remotely wrinkled; this may be because Create-a-Style says it’s made of plastic.

There weren’t any townies to be seen, so instead Queenie took the opportunity to have a nice lie down behind the spa.



Once she recovered from her exhausting taxi ride, she deigned to visit the library. After all, if she was going to find herself a nice hard-working drone to keep her in style, she would need to have some charisma skill.

As luck would have it, Gavin Pinkerton was trying to read a book when she walked in, so Queenie took a moment to talk about herself. Gavin was not impressed.



Since ‘deeply interested in Queenie’ was one of the main features she wanted in a husband (along with ‘rich’, ‘devoted’ and ‘good at making honey’), Queenie decided that she’d only ever been interested in reading a charisma book anyway. She could do far better than a man who thought Special Snowflake was more interesting than Queenie Bee.

She could even get by on her own.

In fact, on that first day Queenie managed to do quite a few things for herself. Some of them even required effort. She earned her charisma point (all the better to chat up the rich and famous with).



She got a job, albeit one that let her stick to her own schedule and take time off whenever she pleased.



She even got her hands dirty picking fruit and vegetables. It was a nasty job and did horrible things to her cuticles, but she had to eat something.



Nevertheless, when Queenie was a little larva, she had always dreamed of so much better. She had considered the possibility of having to dine at home sometimes, or perhaps wearing the same dress for two social gatherings in a row, but not once had she imagined that her life might come to this.



Something had to change.



The backache when she crawled out of her sleeping bag the next day confirmed this conclusion, and Queenie decided that the change had to happen very soon. So much for getting by on her own.



She decided to speed up her search for Mr R., as she had heard on the grapevine the previous day that Benjamin Schmidt, the town’s most eligible bachelor, had already upped and left the town. Instead of heading towards his place, therefore, Queenie wandered south, following the mingling scents of hay and unspent Simoleons.



Johnny Johnson was a lot older than her, but he was clearly rich: not only did his house have walls and a door, but there was even furniture inside it! There were horses outside, too, which was surely a sign of wealth? She didn’t think much of his house – she would have liked a few more mirrors, and lots of lovely yellow, but she figured that a man with such hideous taste might benefit from living with a glamorous sim like her. It would be doing the poor man a favour, really, to sell his icky belongings to pay for some black and yellow stripy throw pillows and a pretty golden yellow sports car.

It turned out that he was a musician, although he didn’t seem to be too pleased about it.



Queenie, however, liked musicians.



She explained that, should he agree to donate all of his cash, um, marry her, he would be required to make lots of sculptures, although at least he would be lucky enough to make some sculptures of her.



Staggeringly, he seemed to be okay with that.



But she truly knew he was the one when he fell for her pick-up line: “Would you like to paint my portrait all day every day until you die?”



He would.



Just to be on the safe side, Queenie took a moment to introduce herself to Johnny’s housemate. She wouldn’t want to end up married to the wrong rich man, after all. That wasn’t cynicism, it was just good sense.



But Chuck was far too canny to fall for her line about the ice sculptures, and so she left him in peace.



Once Chuck had wandered off to tend to the horses, Queenie decided that Johnny was the right man for her after all, and she told him so.



He could dance, and he could cook – what more could a desperate and slightly stinky queen bee ask for?



Her mind made up, she spent much of her remaining money on some flowers for him. If that isn’t love, she thought, what is?



It took a whole day to persuade him to move in, but eventually, Johnny agreed. Though when he saw what passed for her little, um, home, I suspect he probably regretted it.


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Re: The Bee Immortal Dynasty
« Reply #1 on: December 09, 2012, 01:06:51 PM »
A very funny beginning and a unique choice of spouse. Good luck Queenie.

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« Reply #2 on: December 09, 2012, 01:08:27 PM »
I like her outfit!  ;) Here's hoping Queenie can summon the energy to see her colony of workers family thrive.
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« Reply #3 on: December 09, 2012, 01:09:30 PM »
Very nice beginning!  It's a lot different from the life states and much more restrictive so I wish you the best of luck! 
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« Reply #4 on: December 09, 2012, 01:17:36 PM »
And I chuckled all the way. Nice start!

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« Reply #5 on: December 09, 2012, 04:13:28 PM »
A great start! I love how Queenie's snob trait really shines through in your writing.
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« Reply #6 on: December 10, 2012, 08:25:56 AM »
Great start! I love Queenie she is adorable lol. :)



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« Reply #7 on: December 10, 2012, 09:04:08 AM »
Great start!! Queenie is adorable!!!

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« Reply #8 on: December 10, 2012, 10:44:43 AM »
Queenie is hilarious! Can't wait for the next update!
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« Reply #10 on: December 13, 2012, 03:25:44 PM »
Much Ado About Sculpting

Much to Queenie’s disappointment, it turned out that Johnny was a nice (and rather stupid) person, who left all of his money and belongings at home for Freebird, his horse. Queenie sold his guitar and stereo, but that barely paid for his sleeping bag. But Queenie wasn’t the queen bee for nothing, and she immediately saw new ways for them to make money:





As a reward for his hard work (and to ensure that he kept doing it) Queenie did Johnny the great honour of asking him to become her husband.



Obviously, he accepted. It wasn’t the lavish ceremony Queenie had always dreamed of, but she liked her dress, and Johnny enjoyed the change of scene and the hour off from sculpting.





Unfortunately, Johnny turned out to be somewhat artistically challenged. He tried, bless him, but his first attempt at a portrait was rather unflattering.



It was time to seek out some more workers.

Rich ones; preferably rich ones who could paint. The Sports, Spice and Everything Nice household seemed to fit the bill. It was perfect, actually: Queenie could nurture the child-hating Juanita’s baby, while Juanita cooked and raised a garden. Baby Germaine would be welcome, too: an artistic, brave sim could be very useful in the future. Juanita seemed agreeable.



Well, mostly.



Queenie was less keen on Juanita’s mean-spirited fiancé, Barrington, but his level 8 painting skill was not to be sneezed at. And nor was his wallet. They saved most of the money, although Queenie took the opportunity to splash out on a new bed and some bathroom walls. It was still more of a hovel than a hive, but they had a fridge and a shower now, and Queenie congratulated herself on a job well done.



Now completely confident that she had found a good colony of workers, Queenie began to envision her future. Sure, she had to envision it between bouts of sculpting and baby care, but at least she envisioned it.

And life in the hivey-thing went on in a dynasty-ish sort of a way.

Queenie and Johnny sculpted.



Juanita grew vegetables and then cooked with them.



And Barrington painted Queenie’s portrait repeatedly. It took him a long while to produce a masterpiece, which Queenie found strange: with a subject like her, surely producing a masterpiece should be child’s play? Still, he managed it eventually, although it didn’t really do her justice.



The occasional thing happened to break the ice sculpture monotony. First, Germaine aged up to toddler.



He was taught skills whenever anybody had a spare moment, and entertained himself when they didn’t.



There were some more birthdays:



Germaine gained the angler trait and began to show promising signs of being a good little worker bee.



And Johnny discovered that ice is rather cold, which Queenie confirmed a few hours later.



And most importantly of all, Queenie annoounced that she was expecting a little larva of her own.



Her workers had provided her with a sculpture and portrait (I don’t have World Adventures, so there will be no photos – or, sadly, nectar), and she’d completed her life time wish, although the lap of luxury was less luxurious than she had imagined.



To allow her loyal subjects devoted workers to celebrate her marvellous achievements properly, Queenie announced a holiday. Juanita and Barrington took the opportunity to get married, although Juanita rudely rejected Queenie’s offer of a dress.



Queenie enjoyed the day thoroughly, although it was less relaxing for some.



In preparation for her child’s impending birth, Queenie finally invested in a house:



(It looks even sillier from the map :) )



It’s distinctly lacking in furniture and landscaping for now, but it’s got a roof and a burglar alarm, and it’s an improvement on sleeping outside (although poor Barrington and Juanita are still in sleeping bags).

Germaine aged up to teen and joined the sculpting masses.



And Queenie went into labour. While sculpting, obviously.



She didn’t like it much.



And then she gave birth….

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Re: The Bee Immortal Dynasty (updated 13/12/12)
« Reply #11 on: December 13, 2012, 03:30:52 PM »
The house is the best thing ever! Poor Juanita, instead of drinking champagne on her wedding day she gets to unclog the toilet like a good little worker  :D
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Re: The Bee Immortal Dynasty (updated 13/12/12)
« Reply #12 on: December 13, 2012, 03:41:22 PM »
Yay Nooboo!
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Re: The Bee Immortal Dynasty (updated 13/12/12)
« Reply #13 on: December 13, 2012, 03:42:58 PM »
Poor Juanita, instead of drinking champagne on her wedding day she gets to unclog the toilet like a good little worker  :D

I know  :) Queenie probably thinks it's an honour to be allowed to unclog her toilet, though!

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« Reply #14 on: December 13, 2012, 03:50:56 PM »
Forgot to say the house looks hilarious! It looks cleverly designed though!
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