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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: Bizarre bugs (not a story update)
« Reply #275 on: February 13, 2014, 04:44:32 PM »
The bugs sound infuriating, but I can't stop laughing at the flying vehicles! That's too weird not to laugh at!

Hopefully you get things back in working order. :)

It was too funny not to share :D.  Presumably it's just a really extreme kind of routing issue.  Maybe moving them to the clipboard and back will fix it.

I was laughing so hard at the flying bus and my parents wanted to know why I was laughing so much, so I showed them but they were just confused.  ;D  I suppose it's a Sims thing. I hope you get your games sorted out, though. Bugs can be so annoying, especially when your game gets slow and laggy. I hate that.

My husband thought I was mad, too ;D.

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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: Bizarre bugs (not a story update)
« Reply #276 on: February 13, 2014, 07:46:45 PM »
Oh heavens, as debilitating glitches go that's one of the best ones I've ever seen! You're right, it's a very Ron Weasley situation and the fins and blue paint on the car don't help ;) . I'm not sure what might have caused it, but this screenshot suggests a certain issue:



Broken intersection. If you look at the square at the end of the road you'll see that the pavement goes all the way around instead of becoming a crosswalk where the intersection touches the main road. It would therefore not act as an intersection and probably cause issues for cars turning around near the house. I'm not sure if it's the cause or sole cause of the problem but it certainly wouldn't help, and it would suggest that roads in Barnacle Bay may just be buggy in general.



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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: Bizarre bugs (not a story update)
« Reply #277 on: February 14, 2014, 02:00:59 PM »
Oh heavens, as debilitating glitches go that's one of the best ones I've ever seen! You're right, it's a very Ron Weasley situation and the fins and blue paint on the car don't help ;) .

And Simon's quite close to being a redhead :).

I'm not sure what might have caused it, but this screenshot suggests a certain issue:



Broken intersection. If you look at the square at the end of the road you'll see that the pavement goes all the way around instead of becoming a crosswalk where the intersection touches the main road. It would therefore not act as an intersection and probably cause issues for cars turning around near the house. I'm not sure if it's the cause or sole cause of the problem but it certainly wouldn't help, and it would suggest that roads in Barnacle Bay may just be buggy in general.

Ooh yes.  Well spotted!  :o

All of the other junctions appear to be fine: it's just that one.  I wondered whether the world had got glitched somehow but the road was the same in a new game.  I even went as far as starting a new Sims folder and downloading Barnacle Bay again.  Still pavement instead of a crossing :(.

I found several people online whose Sims had fallen through the bridge while walking across it, suggesting it may also have a fault, and someone else who'd had severe routing problems with this house, although there was no mention of flying cars.  They filled the town with LLAMAs as a way around it, which isn't an option here.  I suppose I could use teleporters and miner tunnels instead but I don't really fancy relying on them for another three-and-a-bit generations.

Moving the family to the clipboard and back appears to fix the immediate problem but I'm now worried that it could come back at any time.

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Re: End of the Line Dynasty
« Reply #278 on: February 23, 2014, 04:53:42 AM »
A Change of Plan

Moe aged up to elder, followed a few days later by Dude…



… who was pretty relaxed about the whole thing and saw no reason to grow up just because his hair had gone grey.



Other members of the household took more notice of the passing of time.  Moe and Odessa started a family while they still could…





…and Simon rather belatedly asked Coral to go steady.



Initially, his mother hadn’t been too keen on his choice of girlfriend: Coral was a member of the richest family in Barnacle Bay, after all.  How would someone from such a privileged background settle into their hectic life?  Besides, she hated children: hardly ideal in a dynasty mate.  But Coral proved India wrong.  She was happy to muck in, spending her days off digging for materials that Simon thought might come in handy for future inventions…



…and, however much she claimed to dislike kids, she was always the first to rush into the nursery when little Elizabeth cried.



*   *   *   *   *

One Sunday, she dragged Simon away from his inventing bench, called the limo and directed the driver along an unfamiliar route.  It brought them to a headland Simon had never visited before.





“What is this place?  It’s beautiful.”
“Pirate’s Hideaway – an old family secret.  It used to be a real hideout once but it’s been abandoned since the Goldbeards moved on from piracy into politics.  We used to come here for picnics when I was a kid.”
“Um, Coral.  I’ve been waiting for the right time and place and I think this is it.



“Will you marry me?”



*   *   *   *   *

Then, the next day, everything changed.  It started when the mayor phoned India.

“Dangerous?  But it looks just fine…
“Oh….
“But we have to stay here…
“Yes, I know it sounds mad but it’s a condition of my inheritance.  The family has to stay in the same house all the time we’re living here…
“Well, I suppose in that case, we’ll have to.  I need to make some arrangements, though.  Can I get back to you later?”

How do you get hold of the Grim Reaper without anybody dying?  He wasn’t in the phone book, after all.  She couldn’t even begin to think where to look.  Then he called her.

“Really?  It’s OK...?
“Thank you.  We’ll go at once.”



“Dude!  Odessa!  Get the baby and come here now!”

And she summoned the limo.





“So what’s happening?  Why all the rush?”
“The bridge is unstable.”
“What?”
“Yes, I know it looks fine but the mayor says there are cracks in the supports.  It could collapse at any moment, so they’re closing it to traffic for the foreseeable future.  No school bus and no car pool.  Since the road only serves the one house, a proper repair ‘isn’t a high priority’, so goodness knows when it’ll be fixed.  He was going on about budget cuts and having to concentrate on maintaining the road on the main island.  So we’re moving.  Right now”
“But I thought you said that wasn’t allowed.  You remember, when I said it’d make more sense to move nearer work.”
“It wouldn’t be, normally – but Grim just called and…”
“Hang on.  The Grim Reaper phoned you?  You sure it wasn’t a prank call?”
“Oh yes.  I know his voice – we’ve met a few times.  I told you my family has a rather unusual relationship with him.  Anyway, he said ‘his people’ had been watching us and had heard about the problem and it’s OK to move, just this once.  In the circumstances, staying put isn’t an option.  He’s found us another place.  Ideal for a dynasty, he said.”



“And this is it?  It’s just an empty field.”
“Apparently Grim knows some builders.  He’s promised us some kind of house by the end of the day – and there’s plenty of room for expansion later.  Come on, let’s go into town instead of waiting around for them to turn up.  I could really use a coffee.”

*   *   *   *   *

Soon after the move, Elizabeth grew from baby to toddler.



Simon also had a birthday but barely noticed it.  He was working long hours, holding meeting after meeting in the hope of impressing his bosses.



He’d almost stopped inventing – there just weren’t enough hours in the day for a hobby as well as a high-pressure career – at least, until friends at the science lab asked for help with their research and provided him with an intriguing box of bits.  He cut the down on the overtime for a while and spent his evenings and days off at the bench, welding and assembling.



Gradually, the various parts took shape and then…



“Greetings, father.”
“Er, what?  What – who are you?”
“I am Danica, a SimBot.  You created me and yet you don’t even know that?”
“Well, no.  Not really.  I thought some of the pieces looked sort of humanoid but I didn’t expect…”
“I see that I am unwelcome.  Farewell, father.  I shall seek my fortune elsewhere.”



“No wait!  Come back!  I was just surprised, that’s all.”



But she jetted off.


Next chapter



The unexpected extra move was, of course, because of the bugs affecting the bridge and road outside the house.  Thanks to Nutella for the Get Out of Jail Free card :).

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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: A Change of Plan (23 February)
« Reply #279 on: February 23, 2014, 12:10:50 PM »

Glad you were able to make the move--even if the flying cars were pretty hilarious! Also, yay for a toddler with clearly unique features! She should bring some interesting genes to the family.

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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: A Change of Plan (23 February)
« Reply #280 on: February 23, 2014, 01:00:01 PM »
Glad you were able to make the move--even if the flying cars were pretty hilarious! Also, yay for a toddler with clearly unique features! She should bring some interesting genes to the family.

They were very funny indeed - but I'd gladly have missed them for an un-glitched game  ;)

I keep changing my mind about Beth - she was definitely unique as a toddler, a remarkably cute kid and then a - ahem... distinctive teen.  As of this moment, she's about to become a young adult.

That last screenshot also tells you something else about the household...

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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: A Change of Plan (23 February)
« Reply #281 on: February 24, 2014, 03:07:49 AM »
They were very funny indeed - but I'd gladly have missed them for an un-glitched game  ;)

I keep changing my mind about Beth - she was definitely unique as a toddler, a remarkably cute kid and then a - ahem... distinctive teen.  As of this moment, she's about to become a young adult.

That last screenshot also tells you something else about the household...

Odessa's pregnant again?!   :o



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« Reply #282 on: February 24, 2014, 01:05:31 PM »
Odessa's pregnant again?!   :o

She is.  It suddenly occurred to me that I’d only got a future spouse if everything went according to plan, and I’ve already had one fruit-defying baby in this game.  The other home-grown spouses were born after the heir.  This time, the spouse would be older, so it seemed a good idea to have one of each sex to choose from.

Of course, this meant that the house was full but Moe was already into extra time and Dude was nearing fifty, so that seemed unlikely to be much of a problem.  What I failed to take into account was Simon’s SimBot.  Fortunately, it seemed to be OK, maybe because he’d started the opportunity before Odessa’s second pregnancy.  All that happened was that Danica said that the house was full and she’d have to go.  I’m not surprised she wanted to leave, anyway.  Simon seemed to be locked into a constant cycle of “Ew!  A SimBot!” which seems ridiculous when he built her in the first place ;).



Births, Deaths and Marriage

Odessa went into labour outside the bookshop.



She’d known she was close to her due date but there was a sale on and she couldn’t resist browsing through the entire shop.  Maybe she should have sent in one of the others with her list instead.  Still, she had found a couple of obscure recipe books she’d been wanting for ages and Coral rushed over in response to her panicked phone call, so it all worked out OK in the end.



Although Moe had been the one who was really keen to have a second child, he seemed to have lost interest during her pregnancy and he didn’t even leave his own patients to be with his labouring wife.  Odessa was worried that he was losing it in old age.  Should she say something to his boss?  On the other hand, she’d only heard good things about his work and he was assiduous in keeping up with the latest research.  It just seemed as though there was no longer room in his brain for his home life as well as his job.  Maybe she should just make the most of their time together without expecting him to be an involved father.  After all, India and Simon were happy to help out with child care and even Coral, who claimed not to be the motherly type, loved Beth like her own daughter.



Odessa left Coral in charge of the kids and made plans for a romantic night in – and then maybe a few dates to follow.  Who knew how much longer Moe had left?

*   *   *   *   *

The Pesce children had birthdays.



Beth started school and suddenly everything was ‘Mrs Scott says…’, while Andrew became a heart-meltingly appealing toddler.



Even his father left his journals unread for once and spent most of a day off teaching him to talk.



Sadly, it was the last thing he did.



Grim arrived just in time to hear Andrew’s first sentence, “You ‘tinky”.



Not realising that Andy hadn’t quite sorted out pronouns yet, Grim was understandably offended.

*   *   *   *   *

Moe’s death upset everyone.  Although Coral had lost her own father shortly before, they’d not been close.  Her new family meant far more to her now.  Simon was shattered by the loss of his ‘Uncle’ Moe – so much so that he forgot to dress before leaving for work.



The paparazzi had a field day: was Doo Peas’ new power broker really up to the job?  And why was he crying about his promotion?

The following day, India and Dude took Andy off to the library to give his grieving mother a few hours’ peace.  They'd just settled in with his favourite book when Grim paid them another visit.





India almost called Grim worse things than ‘stinky’.  Moe was barely at the end of his lifespan – she’d expected at least a few more days together.  Still, she was drearily aware that the family needed to stay on the right side of Grim, so she settled for dignified grief – in public, at least.



*   *   *   *   *

Simon and Coral had been planning a big wedding.  They’d been waiting for Simon’s last promotion and for the family to have enough spare cash to landscape the garden into a suitable venue for a big bash.  Now, after two deaths in as many days, they just wanted to be together.



“Si, let’s get married now.  Just us: no guests, no party.  I want to live to see our child grow up.”



“But what about the Big Dress I’ve heard so much about?  Don’t you want a chance to wear it?”



“I can still wear The Dress – and The Hat, for that matter.  Come on, let’s get changed and go somewhere quiet.”
“Pirate’s Hideaway?”
“Perfect!”


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« Reply #283 on: February 24, 2014, 01:06:58 PM »
Births, Deaths and Marriage (continued)

So Simon married Coral in the same place where he had proposed, both of them trying to put their sadness aside for now but not entirely succeeding.



Then Coral had an idea.  It had been ages – could she still find it?  Over in those bushes somewhere, wasn’t it?



Yes, there it was.



“Si!  Come over here.  I want to show you something.”
“Haven’t I seen it all already?”  He grinned.
“Oh, you!”



“No, I didn’t mean that.  Or maybe that as well… but what I was talking about was the real Pirate’s Hideaway.”
“I thought this was it.”



“Well, yes, the whole place is called the Hideaway but there’s nowhere you could stash contraband out here.  The real hideout is underground.  We found it when we were playing here, years ago.  Kidd was too scared to go in but I did.  It was the best place ever for playing pirates – and then I used to hang out here as a teenager.”

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Now which way was it?  This place was a real maze.  Oh yes, past that lifebelt and then turn right.



“I’d forgotten how dark it is down here.  I wish I’d brought a torch.  I can’t even see my hand in front of my face.”



“That’s because The Hat’s in the way.  I can see, a bit.  Where are we going?”
“Just around the next corner… yes, there it is.”
“A bed?”



“Yes.”  It was her turn to grin.  “So what do you think?”
“I think it’s probably full of mould and cobwebs.”
“Coward!”
“On the other hand…”



“So, about that child…”





*   *   *   *   *

Coral hadn’t been looking forward to pregnancy.  She’d seen Odessa throwing up and, later, waddling around and it didn’t exactly look like a bundle of laughs.  She waited for the nausea but it didn’t come.  And yet, she’d been so sure – and she felt different.  Didn’t she?  Or was she just imagining things?  Then, finally, she realised that she was, indeed, pregnant. 



As the pregnancy continued, the novelty rather wore off.  She still felt happy and fulfilled – high on endorphins, probably, she thought – but she’d give anything for a decent night’s rest.  She’d always been a light sleeper and the energetic little creature inside her bump didn’t make it any easier.  Sometimes she thought it must be an octopus, not a baby.  How many limbs did that thing have?  She took to wearing a sleep mask and napping whenever Wrigglebum stopped kicking.  Then, one evening, her sleep was thoroughly disturbed.




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Summary – Generation 9

Parents tried for baby within 4 days of start? Yes

Heir: Simon
Traits: eccentric, excitable, ambitious, lucky, schmoozer
Lifetime wish: CEO of a Mega-Corporation

Unique maxed career: Business
Two unique best friends: Tam Rao, Lee-Roy Johnkins
Three unique skill challenges: Gem Collector, The Scrap Collector, Discover How to Make the Ultimate Invention
Four unique opportunities: Technical Arguments, Inflate Away, Exposition on Explosion, No Whistles Here

Buildings owned: Hogan’s Deep-Sea Diner, Divisadero Budget Books, Ever-Fresh Delights Supermarket, Little Corsican Bistro, Outstanding Citizen Warehouse Corp., Wilsonoff Community Theatre
Properties owned and fully upgraded: Ye Olde Library*
Vacations used: none so far

*I wasn’t planning to buy any properties yet but discovered when they took Elizabeth to the library to read the toddler books that there weren’t any.  Now there are two children’s bookcases, plus assorted toys, a cot and a potty.
 


RIP, Moe Pesce and Dude (La Mer) Gold.  Dude was the first Sim who had difficulty achieving the headstone requirement: he rolled far fewer wishes than any of the others.  Maybe he was just content with his life as it was :).  I started him on inventing as much for the wishes it usually spawns as to help Simon.  As it turned out, none of Simon’s opportunities involved taking inventions to rabbitholes and, although Dude maxed the skill well ahead of his son, Simon was the first to get the SimBot chain, so I couldn’t halt it at the first stage for Dude and stockpile palladium.  Fortunately, Coral dug up several pieces when she was mining - and Dude got his large headstone with a couple of thousand points to spare, thanks to some large property-related wishes.

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Oh wow! I might need to buy Barnacle Bay...


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Hilarious first words! Although, Grim may make him rue them, unless things get cleared up. The private wedding just seems appropriate after the deaths. Huzzah for rainboo-ness!

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Hilarious first words! Although, Grim may make him rue them, unless things get cleared up. The private wedding just seems appropriate after the deaths. Huzzah for rainboo-ness!
And pink rainboo-ness at that. It's a nice change from green :).



Apologies in advance for this chapter.  You know how there are stretches of dynasty games when very little seems to happen apart from people getting older?  This is one of those times…



(Almost)  Nothing but Birthdays

With three children in the house, the birthdays came thick and fast.  Little Kenneth grew up into a toddler (and it became clear that Goopy’s eyes and Dude’s hair had persisted for another generation).



The young Pesces grew up some more.



And then Andrew joined his sister at high school.



The next birthday was a less happy occasion.



Would Coral get her wish to see her son grow up?  They should probably hurry.  As soon as he’d finished learning toddler skills, she took him to the cake.



He was a cute kid…



…but not for long.  Thanks to intensive tutoring by Odessa, he moved up to secondary school well ahead of schedule…



…and suddenly, her sweet little boy became a sulky teenager with a permanently untucked shirt.



Both of the Pesce offspring were keen painters, so it was no great surprise that Beth entered young adulthood in front of an easel.



Ken, who’d tidied up his image as a result of a particularly odd teenage mood swing, went back to studying with Odessa and was ready for his next cake on Andrew’s birthday...



...and instead of three childen in the house, there were three young adults.





“So, what are you going to do with your life, Ken?  I could pull a few strings if you’re interested in politics – and your dad may have retired but he still has contacts at Doo Peas.”



“No, Mum.  Thanks but I want to make my own way in the world.”

He drove over to the police station first thing the following morning and joined Barnacle Bay’s finest.  His uniform wasn’t quite what he’d been expecting.  Did they have some undercover work lined up?



Andrew, like his older sister, had been a self-employed artist since his teens but he felt he wanted more from life.  He loved kids: maybe he should go into teaching or start up a nursery.  As a first step, he adopted a daughter, Melanie.



Ken helped her with her schoolwork, just as Odessa had done for him, and Melanie was on a firm ‘A’ by the time her birthday rolled around.



All of the recent family celebrations had been uneventful.  It couldn’t last.



For a while, no-one noticed what was happening.



Then Mel went inside to choose her new outfit and Simon turned to his wife to say something about how she must be happy to be in a childless household again – and realisation dawned.



Grim must have had a heavy schedule that day.  Darkness had fallen by the time he came to fetch Coral.



“Oh!  I was beginning to think you were giving me a second chance or something.  Please, will you let me stay a little longer?  My son’s a policeman now, you know.  I’d love to see him in uniform.”
“No, sorry.  It’s time to leave.  I can’t go around making allowances for people just because they beg me.  Do you know how many try that on?  Anyway, I haven’t got over that ‘stinky’ comment yet.  You’re not my favourite household at the moment.  And after all those favours I called in to allow you to move at a moment’s notice…”

And he swung his scythe, still grumbling.


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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: (Almost) Nothing but Birthdays (2 March)
« Reply #288 on: March 02, 2014, 12:44:36 PM »

Whoah, you just flew through the kids' childhood years. No time to dawdle kiddos, we got a dynasty to finish here!

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« Reply #289 on: March 02, 2014, 03:09:49 PM »
Whoah, you just flew through the kids' childhood years. No time to dawdle kiddos, we got a dynasty to finish here!

That's kind of how it felt to play.  Beth had a full-length childhood (which isn't all that long on this speed) but then it got progressively faster for the other two.  I think Ken was a young adult within a week of being born.  It was just: toddler skills, toddler painting and logic books, pegbox; right, cake; get to an 'A'; more cake; repeat.  The game's still being flaky so I'm trying not to complicate things too much.  Also, I kept getting interrupted by real-life stuff while playing through this part, so it didn't really feel as though much was happening in terms of the storyline.  It has improved since :).

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« Reply #290 on: March 05, 2014, 12:32:42 PM »
The Price of Adventure

India was bored – and more than a little depressed.  She wished she could go adventuring again.  She wished she’d never agreed to all this.  She hadn’t asked to be a dynasty heir, after all.

When her parents had given her a password for the family website, they had expected her to be inspired by the biographies of earlier heirs (although her mother later admitted to being relieved that her athletic daughter hadn’t chosen to channel her energies into crime like her Bernal ancestors).  Instead, it was two siblings of heirs whose stories she read again and again: Freya Arevalo and Paul Silverman.  If Sophia were to be believed, Paul might well still be alive somewhere.  India wished she could contact him; find out first-hand what tombs were really like.  True, as an heir, she had more restrictions and she couldn’t be a full-time explorer as he and Freya had been but maybe…

She’d pestered and begged her parents to give Laura access to the site as well.  Perhaps her clever twin could come up with a plan.  That silly episode with the Forbidden Fruit hadn’t helped, of course.  Growing up with a dynasty heir and a PlantSim who was the most exotic and popular girl in the school couldn’t have been easy.  No wonder Laura had been so desperate for attention – but her parents had said it just went to show that brains weren’t everything.  Laura would have to prove she’d settled down and seen sense before they’d let her near anything as sensitive as their family history.

Then India was sent to Shang Simla to learn martial arts.  Laura, who’d finally impressed her parents with her dedication to her career in the police, was too busy with a complex case to leave Monte Vista just then but Rob and Sue gave her access to the website before they left.

“Plenty there to keep you busy while we're away,” said Rob, who knew all about being on-call and bored.

As soon as they returned, the twins had started putting together a strategy for tomb-raiding as a team, combining Laura’s brains (and lack of restrictions) and India’s brawn.  China might have been short on adventures but the next time the family had a chance to travel, they’d try it out.

It had worked brilliantly.  That holiday in Egypt was the most fun she’d ever had, despite the occasional mishap with traps.



But then she’d had to leave Monte Vista – and her twin – behind forever.  She wondered what Laura had done with the rest of her life.  Had she become a spy as she’d wanted?  India giggled, despite herself.  What would her parents have said to that?  Not the most sensible and grown-up of ambitions.  Had her twin married?  Had kids?  She must be long dead by now, as India herself should have been, if not for the plan.

The plan.  Take that potion and become young again before the move; find another adventuring partner in her new home and keep herself young; give herself time to explore more tombs, collect more relics.  The website had plenty of suggestions: potions, salon treatments, tattoos or, best of all, Ambrosia.

Meeting Odessa had seemed like fate.  A brave logician who was also an expert cook?  Thank you, Simgods, if you exist.  Odessa was childlike enough to love the idea of tomb-raiding, too.

India had heard that there were hidden underground chambers in Barnacle Bay itself.  It seemed reasonable that somewhere founded by pirates would have some dark secrets and, to be honest, it had been a significant factor when she was choosing her new home.  She asked Odessa but she’d only heard the same rumours that India had.

Then India married Dude and had Simon and there wasn’t much room in her life for dreaming of adventure.  Marriage and motherhood had been fulfilling in their own way and she was still very busy with her career.  As for Dude, he neither knew nor cared about secret caverns: nasty, dark, cold, damp places.  Why bother with them when you could spend your free time at the beach?



Dear, innocent Dude.  Life had been so simple for him: just have fun!  Now the worst of her grief was over, she found herself smiling every time she thought of him.  I’ll do my best, Dude.

But it wasn’t easy.  Losing Moe and Dude had brought home the harsh reality of long life.  She was going to have to deal with a lot of death.  Even with Odessa along for company, it wouldn’t be the easy ride she’d imagined in her youth.  You know, Laura, you might have had the better deal in the end.

Then she’d been called in to see the chairman of the club after a game one day.

“I’m sorry, India.  We’re going to have to let you go.  We need a younger star player.”
“But I’m the best you’ve got.  Highest scorer in the league for the past ten seasons.  Where will you do better?”
“Ten seasons.  That’s the point.”  He’d sighed.  “It’s not all about the game; not at my level.  I have to think about the bottom line – and our crowds are getting smaller all the time.  Did you notice how many empty seats there were out there today?  Our fanbase is getting older, too.  We need to get the kids back into the stadium – and for that we need a young team.  Young fans want someone they can dream about; someone their own age.  Not a widowed grandmother, however well-preserved she might be.”

He was right, she realised.  She thought back to her last autograph session.  Hardly anyone had turned up and they’d all been old.  In fact, her phone had rung with news of Fern Annan’s death while she was still having her autograph album signed!  Grim’s underlings had obviously messed up the paperwork and reported poor Fern’s demise a few hours ahead of the fact.  India had hoped it was a total mix-up but she’d checked with the hospital later that evening and yes, Fern was dead.

So now she was stuck at home all day, brooding.  Odessa still nagged her into visiting the Academy at intervals to brush up on her skills but what was it all for?  And now her son was an old man.  It was all his own fault but she really should have kept track of the date and reminded him.  He’d been too busy messing about in that workshop of his to notice that he ought to eat some Ambrosia.  He didn’t seem to mind all that much: there was a lot of his father in hm.  He just said it gave him a chance to retire from business and spend more time inventing and trying to get past the next level of that darned video game.  (Well, actually, he hadn’t said ‘darned’.)  And at least he and Coral had grown old together.

Coral…  She was gone now and India missed her far more than she’d expected.  She hadn’t liked her much to start with: all that talk of hating children and art, not to mention being the mayor’s daughter and nearly as rich as India had once been.  But what Coral said and what she did turned out to be two different things.  She’d been wonderful with Odessa’s kids and had even encouraged them in their love of painting, using her family connections to get them access to areas of the art gallery that were normally closed to the public.  And she’d given India her one little taste of adventure in Barnacle Bay.

It was shortly after Ken’s birth.

“India, I’m getting stir-crazy.  I need to get out and do something now I’m not waddling everywhere.  I want to show you the place where Simon and I got married.”
And so they’d called the limo and driven off.

It was a lovely place.  India could see why it was special to her son and daughter-in-law – but that wasn’t all, apparently.  Coral leaned in and whispered.



“Simon told me you’d heard rumours of the Pirate’s Hideaway.  Well this is it.  Come on, I’ll show you around – but don’t tell anyone else or I’ll have to kill you.”

India wasn’t entirely sure she was joking.  The Goldbeards had once been pirates, after all.  So she promised to keep her mouth shut and waited while Coral poked about in the bushes.



“Here it is!  Come on!”

And she followed her daughter-in-law down the steps and into darkness.



She’d never admitted it to Coral, of course, but it had been a little anticlimactic.  No traps; no puzzles – and any treasures had long been spirited away.  It was interesting, though.



Why were there the remains of a rowing boat here?  Had the cave once been connected to the sea?  Maybe the passage had been blocked by a rockfall – or deliberately walled in to keep the Hideaway’s secrets secret.

They worked their way around to the centre of the maze.  This must have been the treasure chamber once.



All that remained was a solitary chest, its once-colourful paint sadly faded.  She looked inside but wasn’t surprised to find it empty.



No, only the ghosts remained.  Judging by the number of urns, there must be plenty of them.  She hid her disappointment and thanked Coral, promising again to keep the secret.

And that was it.  Her only adventure since she’d moved here.  Maybe she wouldn’t bother with her next dose of Ambrosia; just grow old gracefully, let go and rejoin Dude.

Then Ken came in from work, bubbling with excitement.  The military had asked him to go to Egypt to research a game called Senet, which they thought might be strategically useful.  India couldn’t quite see why they’d chosen a policeman for the job rather than one of their own, even if Ken was an acknowledged genius.  Still, Egypt!  And he was asking her to go with him, ‘since you know the place’.

*   *   *   *   *

Ken’s mission turned out to be something of a wild goose chase.  None of the locals claimed even to have heard of a game called Senet.  Instead, he practised chess at the general merchant’s…



…and tried his hand at snake-charming.



India was pleased to find that the house above the basement she’d been asked to explore had now changed hands and she was free to visit and investigate.  The clues she found there led her to the marketplace, several floors below her grandson’s chessboard.  Odessa stopped to chat and to tutor Kenneth, while India started unlocking the tomb’s secrets.



Then India phoned to say she needed Odessa’s help and Ken went back to his chess problems.

This tomb was tricky.  It almost seemed to be taunting them.  They could see their goal but how could they reach it?



Finally, Odessa figured it out.  She was proving to be as good at puzzles as Laura had been.  India collected the relic she had been asked to find and set out on her next adventure.



While she was finishing her quest, Ken mastered logic and expressed a wish to learn potion-making, so India used her status as the holder of a level three visa to buy a holiday home.



It wasn’t much: just a patch of sand with the essentials for survival, plus a chemistry bench, but Ken seemed happy.



India had now completed every Egyptian tomb except one: Abu Simbel was still unexplored.  Odessa helped her to collect the offerings needed to gain entrance, then went off to visit friends while India started exploring.

The puzzles were easy at first.  She read the plaques carefully and made her choices: blue or red?  Only one stumped her for a while.  Which way up was a rainbow?  She knew the mnemonic for the colours, of course, but which was at the top?  Then she shrugged.  Play a hunch – there wasn’t a violet path, after all.  At worst, she’d get singed and she’d survived that before.  Red.  Phew!  No traps.

She gradually realised that there was an odd duality to this place: almost everything was twinned in red and blue.  In fact, it was like a mirror.  She took a break and called Odessa.



Working in parallel, they breezed through the remainder of the tomb.  Odessa went to see how Ken was getting on and maybe try making a potion or two of her own while India cleaned up the two areas they’d bypassed on the way in.



It had been quite a while since she’d fought a mummy but she hadn’t lost her skills.



With the Red and Blue Priests disposed of, Egypt was officially finished.  Where next?  Now the Eyes of Horus were in their possession, Odessa would be able to follow India everywhere.  Maybe they could get past some of those giant boulders and see more of China – and she still hadn’t visited France.

Perhaps adventuring was worth the price, after all.



As you’ve probably gathered from the story, the Senet Strategy opportunity cancelled when they arrived in Egypt.  At this stage, I don’t know whether it was a one-off glitch or the same bug that affected my Life States game.  Ken had another travel opportunity – that police career one to visit China and talk to the locals – but it fired only a few hours after their return from Egypt.  Since it would have been a couple of days before they could have travelled again, I cancelled it, hoping that a non-travelling one would pop up instead (which it did).

Ken, incidentally, is named after a Legacy spouse, who was called Kendell rather than Kenneth.  Since the few Kendals I’ve met have been female (when they weren’t a Lake District town or mint cake ;) ), I think of it as a girl’s name.  So I changed it to Kenneth, which is a family name.

Kendell was also in the police.  He was my first Superspy.  I’d had several Sims in that family with suitable traits, and someone had already gone through the Forensic branch, but no-one would roll the International Superspy wish.  Even his mother-in-law, who was a brave genius, somehow ended up wanting to be a journalist instead.  Then Kendell joined the family, with the wish already in place.  Of course I remember him fondly :).

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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: The Price of Adventure (5 March)
« Reply #291 on: March 05, 2014, 07:31:28 PM »

Aw, I think it's sweet that you're coming back to India after all this time. It's nice that she finally got to fulfill her dreams of adventure, however belatedly.

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« Reply #292 on: March 07, 2014, 03:18:52 PM »
Aw, I think it's sweet that you're coming back to India after all this time. It's nice that she finally got to fulfill her dreams of adventure, however belatedly.

I like India a lot, so she may well get another chapter or two, depending on how the travelling goes.



A Lesson in Perspective

Andrew decided to take the plunge and found a nursery.  He had plans to expand it into a small private school later, if everything went well.  Melanie moved out with her adoptive father, after Ken’s tutoring had ensured her success at high school.



Ken had finally been promoted into a uniformed rank…



…and threw himself into the job, questioning suspects and witnesses after work every evening and then writing up reports well into the night.



It was reaching the point where he’d have to decide which branch of the career to follow.  India was keen for him to become a special agent: she’d be more than happy to train him.  On the other hand, he really preferred the analytical part of the job.  Working out whodunnit (or, more often, how and whydunnit) was far more satisfying to him than chasing after criminals.  The only problem was, he’d heard that the forensic department liked their employees to have artistic abilities as well as brains.  He’d been too single-minded in his pursuit of intellectual excellence, it seemed.  On the other hand, he did know a couple of painters…

“Hi, Beth.  Could you help me with…?  Mmmph.”



He hadn't noticed that she was in her underwear.  Very nicely fitted underwear.  It suddenly occurred to him that the girl who’d been like a big sister all his life was an attractive woman – and not a relative at all, in fact.  A similar realisation seemed to strike her.  Maybe it was the uniform.



He managed to mumble out his request and, slightly disappointingly, she got dressed before launching into a discussion of colour theory.

The lessons continued over the next few evenings.  After all, improving his painting skill was more important than filing reports – or so he told himself.

Time was passing.  Beth had her adult birthday…



…and so did he, in the middle of an art history lecture.





The following weekend, he made a decision.

“Beth, would you like to go out somewhere?  I hear the bistro has a new menu – and maybe we could go and see a film afterwards.  That is, if you’d like to.”



She would.  The bistro food was good, although Ken privately thought that Beth’s mother was a better cook.  The sun was shining, so they chose to eat outside and watch the world go by.  Then she said it.



“You know, I’ve always wanted kids – and time’s ticking past for both of us.  Especially for me.  I think we should probably start a family sooner rather than later…”

Not a good choice of subject.



It wasn’t that Ken was totally opposed to the idea of children – after all, he knew he’d have to produce an heir at some point.  But why all the hurry?  It was their first date, for Grim’s sake!  Couldn’t she give him time; let them enjoy being a couple for a while without all of that broody stuff?

They didn’t go to the cinema.

*   *   *   *   *

All things considered, it was probably just as well that the army sent him to Egypt at that point.  He asked Beth if she wanted to go – it might have looked odd otherwise – but she said she’d welcome some time on her own to work on some art projects she had in mind.  India and Odessa didn’t try to dissuade her.  They’d probably picked up on the vibes.

The holiday gave him some much-needed breathing space.  He still couldn’t quite forgive Beth for pressuring him, as he saw it, but he had time to calm down and gain some perspective.  When they arrived back in Barnacle Bay and she rather awkwardly suggested carrying on with the art tutoring, he agreed.

The following week, the paparazzi were waiting outside when Ken left work.

“So, Ken, how does it feel to be boss?”
“Mr Gold!  Any comment on the leadership of the Forensic Service?”
“Photo, Ken?  Smile for the camera!”



He walked past them all with a straight face and a “No comment”.  He waited until he was in the car for the childish fist-pumping and “Yes!!!”

That evening, he stood in the living room, thinking.  He was at the top of his career: it was probably time to marry and settle down.



If only he hadn’t completely blown it.  He and Beth were still on speaking terms, sort of, but romance?

The pharaohs were watching.

“All right for you lot, wasn’t it?  Dynasty heirs without all of the tasks; arranged marriages, probably to your sisters.  Ew!”

Although, come to think of it, Beth had once been like a sister to him.  No, better not to go there.  Things were complicated enough as it was.  So, what should he do?  Heck, he was supposed to be brave, wasn’t he?  Better just to face up to this.



Beth was in the kitchen, as she usually was these days.  Odessa was teaching her to cook.

“Beth?  I’m sorry.  I was an idiot.  Will you marry me?  Please?”



He was expecting to be laughed at.  Instead, she melted.

“Ken, really?  After what you said?”
“Yes.  I was wrong.  Let’s have millions of kids, as soon as I’ve finished my tasks.”
“Well, I’m not sure about millions.  Just…”
“Just what?”
Just think of the stretchmarks. “Just forget I said anything.  I was about to put my foot in it again.  But yes, Ken.  Yes.  We’ve both been a bit silly and I think it’s time to stop.  Let’s get married.”
“Maybe in a day or two.  Give our families time to plan something completely over the top.  But for now, what about dinner at the bistro?”




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« Reply #293 on: March 07, 2014, 03:50:32 PM »
Aww, what an adorably awkward courtship :)
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« Reply #294 on: March 07, 2014, 10:06:04 PM »

Hehehe. So cute! But really, it took seeing her in her undies to realize she's attractive; you couldn't just, oh, I dunno, look at her face?! How typical.  ::) I love all the pharaohs staring down at Ken while he thinks about marriage.

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« Reply #295 on: March 08, 2014, 05:58:17 AM »
Aww, what an adorably awkward courtship :)

The Golds seem to be going in for awkward romance in quite a big way - but what else could I do with Ken pulling those faces?

But really, it took seeing her in her undies to realize she's attractive; you couldn't just, oh, I dunno, look at her face?! How typical.  ::)

Yeah, typical man  ::).  But then, she seems to be a typical woman (at least, in this dynasty) - they mostly seem to have a penchant for men in uniform  ;).  I thought it was funny that Ken and Beth had been quietly coexisting all that time and then chose that particular moment to go into 'we're so alike' mad-attraction mode.

I love all the pharaohs staring down at Ken while he thinks about marriage.

Me too - although I've just noticed that they're also in the screenshot where he's asking her out.  The trip to Egypt must have been earlier than I remembered.  Oh well.

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A Big Wedding

As Ken had predicted, Odessa launched into wedding plans with great enthusiasm.  She’d make the cake and prepare the other food, of course – and then she had a few ideas about decorations.  How many guests were they inviting?  Would there be bridesmaids?  Had they thought about colours?  And so on.  And on.

After putting her foot down and refusing some of the more elaborate suggestions, Beth left her to it.  She and Ken spent most of that weekend in the library or at the park.  He still needed to put in a few more hours of skill tutoring.  She knew he’d been intending to finish most of his tasks in Egypt but the locals’ professed ignorance of Senet seemed to be symptomatic of a general lack of interest in intellectual pursuits.  No-one wanted him to teach them logic.  So he’d been putting in a few hours after work every day since his return to Barnacle Bay and now he could really concentrate on finishing this requirement, while Beth read books and refused to answer her mother’s phone calls.



*   *   *   *   *

“What do you think, India?”
It was the morning of the wedding and Odessa was fussing over the finishing touches.
“It’s very… pink.  Very romantic.”  Also ever so slightly tacky.  Not that she’d ever say that, of course.  Odessa was her best friend.  But maybe she should have been more involved in the preparations, toned things down a bit.  Leaving someone so childlike in charge had led to rather an excess of pink hearts.  Still, everyone loved Odessa and would forgive her almost anything – and Ken and Beth were so wrapped up in one another that they’d probably hardly notice the décor.



As if to compensate, Odessa had chosen a decidedly middle-aged mother-of-the-bride outfit.  She said she wanted to look respectable – which meant hiding her tattoos, apparently.  She’d tried to persuade India into an equally frumpy outfit but had had to admit defeat.  Mumsy outfits just weren’t designed for sports legends:  India’s muscular development made her look fat instead of fit.  They eventually settled on a sleeveless dress to show off her well-toned arms and (according to India but no-one else) to draw attention away from the short skirt making her calves look enormous.  Simon simply wore the suit he’d had for a while.  He looked smart enough, he said.  Why fuss?  Everyone would be looking at Ken and Beth anyway.

Beth was wearing a simple dress in the palest of green brocades, with a matching waistcoat for Ken.  Her mother had insisted on the top hat and tails and Ken went along with it, although he said he felt silly.  Similarly, Beth would have preferred her usual hairstlye, maybe with a fancier slide, but Odessa had marched her over to the salon for an elaborate updo.

As the happy couple walked over to stand under the bridal arch, the bride’s mother and groom’s father took their places in the front row.



“Simon!  This is the bride’s side!” hissed Odessa.
“But there’s only Andy and Mel apart from you.  There are loads of Gold friends and relations.  Why not even it out a bit?  Besides, I can hold your hand if you start to cry…  Or if I do, come to that.  I wish Coral was here to see this.”

Quite a few sniffles were heard as the bride and groom made their promises and exchanged rings.





Then, as yet more hearts fell from the arch and the newlyweds kissed, almost everyone started scrabbling around for hankies.





India, blinking hard (not crying, obviously – just a touch of hayfever from all of the flowers), looked around.  She knew almost everyone here – but who was that woman in the front row?  She was certainly acting like one of the family.



Melanie had worked it out.



Danica had somehow disguised herself as a human for the occasion, although her walk still gave the game away.



After the ceremony, everyone gathered around to watch as Ken and Beth cut the cake.



Then, as evening fell, the guests settled in for some serious overeating, while the bride and groom disappeared indoors ‘to change into something less formal’ and somehow failed to reappear.



The newlyweds found it almost impossible to snatch any more time alone over the next few days.  The paparazzi and random strangers were constantly interrupting them to ask Beth to pose for the camera or to sign autographs.





Ken was old news but his reclusive artist bride was endlessly fascinating, it seemed.  Even the moment when she realised that she was having a baby was duly recorded and appeared in the papers the following morning.



*   *   *   *   *

As the end of Beth’s pregnancy approached, Ken managed to mislead the reporters and sneak her off for a quiet day on the beach.  It was as close as they came to a honeymoon.







At sunset, they swam across the bay to have a look at the family’s old house.  There was still no sign of repair work starting on the bridge.  A pity – the little island was such a lovely setting.



Then Beth complained of cramp.

“Unless it’s…  Let’s get back to shore now and walk back along the beach.”

It wasn’t cramp.  Ken carried her over to his police car, settled her into the back seat and drove off to the hospital with the siren on and lights flashing.  Of course, as the midwife pointed out, they needn’t have hurried.  Beth was only in early labour and it was hours before their son made his appearance.


 

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I finally found Spot Dalmatia!  He was one of the strangers that Ken tutored and questioned in the days before the wedding.  When I spotted his name in the list of possible wedding guests, he had to be invited.  Sadly, volunteering to help clear up was the last thing he did.



Also, that's the first time outside a resort that I've seen a buffet table with anything other than the standard roast/autumn salad/key lime pie line-up.  Admittedly, I don't use them much, so could easily have missed something.  Do the different designs have different foods, has it become more variable with a patch or is it a side-effect of owning Isla Paradiso?  Or it could be an unusually benign bug, I suppose.  It seemed to have a lot more than eight servings of everything, too.  I started getting the household to grab a plate and then put it in the fridge but there always seemed to be more left and eventually I gave up and just sold the table complete with remaining food.



Summary – Generation 10

Heir: Ken
Traits: good, brave, ambitious, genius, workaholic
Lifetime wish: Forensic Specialist: Dynamic DNA Profiler

Unique maxed career: Police (Forensic branch)
Two unique best friends: Layla and Jordan Lytle*
Three unique skill challenges: Teacher Extraordinaire, Master Chemist, Skill Professor
Four unique opportunities: Fixing the Books, Photo Evidence, Smuggle Check, Extensive Case Work
Buildings bought this generation: Doo Peas Corporate Towers, Llama Memorial Stadium
Properties bought this generation: (none)
Vacations used: 1 out of 4

*Layla is Ken’s partner at work.  I’m not sure whether Jordan is her mother or an older sister.  Ken ran into a slight problem with his best friends when he was accused of public WooHoo just before the wedding.  Who knew there were spies backstage at the theatre?  Ken made a lot of phone calls  during Beth’s pregnancy and managed to repair the damage in time.  The Lytles were probably upset at not being invited to the wedding, too – India is dangerously charismatic these days and I daren’t let her meet potential best friends.

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Re: End of the Line Dynasty: A Big Wedding (9 March)
« Reply #297 on: March 09, 2014, 10:35:19 AM »
Peaboo! Yay! Is his name Pea?

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« Reply #298 on: March 09, 2014, 03:49:53 PM »
Peaboo! Yay! Is his name Pea?

Pea?  Er, no, in fact.  Nor is it Poddington.  In fact, he initially looked grey on my monitor (no, not Gandalf either) but appears to be more of a washed-out turquoise on closer inspection.

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« Reply #299 on: March 09, 2014, 04:02:35 PM »
I'm not sure if it's a patch but it's definitely not Island Paradise as buffets started offering more varied dishes long before that EP came out.  Congratulations to the newlyweds/new parents!
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