Sage Moonblood: Okay, I must’ve had WAY too much to drink at the bar because this is NOT my house.
Hermione: What do you mean? Isn’t it the same it’s always been?
Sage Moonblood: No, dear. It’s all… brown and… green and… cowboy meets Earth Day or something.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Welcome to MY generation, bitches. Er, I mean my lovely mothers.
Yes, Peaches Honeyblossom wins with a whopping 100 votes! WOW. Thank you to everyone who voted! You are all amazing and if I were Ellen DeGeneres I would totally give you all an iPad and a new house and a car and a lifetime supply of chocolate or something. Sadly, I am not.
Tour time, yes?!
Not gonna lie, I really had almost no clue what to do with the house this time around. Peaches’ favorite color is LIME and obviously I didn’t want to just paint everything lime, so I did what I could. She likes horses, so I figured it could be a little rustic. And then she also loves the outdoors, so I figured I’d stick hints of nature everywhere. I dunno, I guess I kind of like it. A nice change from all the red.
Sage Moonblood: You take that back!
Here’s the new study area. I literally tried about 42 different patterns on that rug and that’s the only one that I liked. Just so you know, I am dedicated.
The new kitchen, with bonus water puddle. You might notice I took the fryer away. It’s sitting in the family inventory until these people learn some self control.
Hermione: I can’t run the town without greasy food sitting in my stomach! I will sit here in protest until you give in.
You’ll be sitting there for a while, honey.
Here’s the new dining room. I’ve been waiting to use that hutch thing for a while. I bought it on a whim last year and haven’t been able to find a place for it. Now my life is complete and my husband doesn’t think I waste too much money on this game XD
The living room! It’s kind of girly, but you know, we haven’t had a very girly heiress yet, so it’s okay, right?
Now, I know what you’re saying: “OH NO YOU DI-IN’T SELL SAGE’S BAR WHILE SHE STILL LIVES.” Or maybe not, but–
Sage Moonblood: That’s exactly what I’m saying, yeah!
Fear not. I didn’t.
Sage’s bar now resides in their new bedroom, which had been Spec and 7’s (yeah, I kicked them out without a goodbye, sorry). It’s more fun in the bedroom anyway, isn’t it? Not having to walk too far in the morning to get a drink or turn on the radio (which Sage does EVERY SINGLE MORNING after waking up).
I didn’t forget about Hermione either. Her little reading area is in their room as well.
Sage Moonblood: It doubles as a dance floor.
The rest of the house hasn’t changed much, so I won’t bother showing you that.
At the start of the new generation, I promptly changed Peaches’ outfit. I like this one much better. It’s by Juliana at Ace Creators, one of my favorite new sites.
Also, since I’ve never had a Private Investigator before, I decided we’ll put off the baby having for a bit and have some fun with the career.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Fun and career don’t typically belong in the same sentence, but okay.
Her first job takes her to the Consignment Store.
Peaches Honeyblossom: What seems to be the problem, sir? A stolen cash register? Missing inventory?
Sian: Oh, if I’d known Private Investigators were so beautiful, I would’ve made up an issue a long time ago. I’d let you investigate the hell out of me any day.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Please, let’s keep this professional. I’m really not interested right now, especially since you were created by Starla.
It’s true. I made him in the hopes that he’d make some babies to marry in, but he’s been useless so far.
Sian: Nice, I see you’re in a legacy as well? The benefits of marrying into one of those are amazing. Count me in!
Peaches Honeyblossom: Did you not hear me? Really, just no.
Eventually he tells us that he believes Christopher Steel is up to something funny, so Peaches hacks his computer to see what the deal is.
Peaches Honeyblossom: It’s taking so long because I’m having to sift through a ton of his disturbing legacy porn.
Because Christopher Steel is obsessed with legacies. I get it.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Other than many images I won’t ever be able to unsee, I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
Sian: Oh, okay. So are we on for dinner then?
Peaches Honeyblossom: No. Bye.
Once she was finished with her work for the day, Peaches invites her newly aged up boyfriend, Jerome, over for some catching up.
Nice flippers, Jerome.
Jerome: You never know when you’re going to need to swim somewhere.
Well, you know, you might. If you aren’t crazy.
I don’t know why they’re in Tabooger’s old room, but whatever.
Peaches Honeyblossom: I’m going to do such dirty things to you now that you’re a Young Adult.
Jerome: Heh heh…
Peaches Honeyblossom: How was high school after I left?
Jerome: Oh, high school. It was… you know, uneventful. Very uneventful. I don’t wanna talk about it. Kiss now?
Peaches Honeyblossom: You read my mind.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Hmm…
Something in his kiss didn’t feel right. Peaches, being the Perceptive sim that she is, could sense that something was wrong. Maybe he wasn’t telling her something.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Is something bothering you, Jerome?
Jerome: I’m just happy to finally be with you. And I’m a little nervous because we’re finally going to… you know, be WITH with each other. I hope you’ll still want to be with me, that’s all.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Aw, you’ve got nothing to worry about, Jerome. We’ve been together forever in sim years. Let’s go to my room.
Peaches Honeyblossom: You know, I’ve never been able to see the logic in love. I see how happy my mothers are together and I’ve always thought it was nice for them, but I didn’t think I could ever understand it myself. It’s always seemed like a waste of emotion.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Yeah. But now, lying here with you, I think I might get it. I have never felt closer to someone in my life. I love you, Jerome, and I want to share myself with you.
Jerome: And I care for you a lot as well, Peaches.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Care for me? I don’t want to do this if you don’t feel the same way as I do.
Jerome: I… of course I do, Peaches! You’re my high school sweetheart. How could I not?
Peaches Honeyblossom: You love me, Jerome?
Jerome: Yes. Absolutely.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Okay.
And then they woohooed and I didn’t get a screenshot LOL.
The next day, Peaches gets a job involving my simself’s daughter.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Hm. I did not picture you being that small.
Sierra: Yeah yeah. If you’ve got a problem with it, I’ll take my money elsewhere.
Sierra: My mouthwash is missing, and I’m pretty sure I know who took it. Confront him and retrieve it and I’ll reward you heftily.
Peaches Honeyblossom: And where exactly are you getting the money to do this?
Sierra: Please get this woman out of my face now.
Peaches Honeyblossom: You’re kind of an awful child.
Sierra: And I’ve got a lot of homework to do. We all have our battles. Off you go!
Peaches Honeyblossom: Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I might be able to find a Lord Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort: Nope. Never heard of him.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Mmhmm, I see.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Well, if you DO happen to see him around, can you let him know that I know one of the last people to see the Elder Wand, and that they might be able to disclose its whereabouts?
Lord Voldemort: Oh, she’s good.
Lord Voldemort: Look, Muggle. I am a busy man. What is it that you’re bothering me… I mean what exactly do you want from this Lord Voldemort guy?
Peaches Honeyblossom: Mouthwash.
Lord Voldemort: …Mouthwash? Seriously?
Peaches Honeyblossom: Yeah, okay, it’s a little ridiculous.
Lord Voldemort: A lot ridiculous, actually.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Yes, it’s a lot ridiculous, but I’m just doing my job. So where is it?
Lord Voldemort: …
Peaches Honeyblossom: …
Lord Voldemort: Wouldn’t YOU like to know? *smirk*
Peaches Honeyblossom: How did I know you’d make this difficult?
Lord Voldemort: A rare talent, I’m sure.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Okay, look. I sense that you’re an incredibly clever man.
Lord Voldemort: Correct.
Peaches Honeyblossom: You’re also one of the most handsome men in Sunset Valley.
Lord Voldemort: You’ll have to do better than that. I don’t have a nose.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Have you seen some of the men…? Alright, fine.
Peaches Honeyblossom: I’ve saved up a bit of money…
Lord Voldemort: Now we’re talking.
Peaches Honeyblossom: How much will it take to…?
Lord Voldemort: I’ll just take it all, thanks.
Peaches Honeyblossom: All of it?! But… I’ve been trying to save up for a horse.
Lord Voldemort: Sucks for yoooooou.
Lord Voldemort: I put the mouthwash… BACK IN THE LITTLE GIRL’S BATHROOM. Haaaaa, you lose!
Peaches Honeyblossom: You’re… you’re a terrible person.
Lord Voldemort: And you’d better find out where the Elder Wand is, too. I’m not forgetting that.
Back at home, Hermione is throwing a campaign fundraiser. Now that I don’t have a ton of people running around, I’m finding it easy to focus on her career. She’s at level 7 right now. Hopefully we’ll make it to 10 before she kicks it.
Hermione: Spec, I put up with 20 years of looking at your face. Surely you can spare some money for your dear mummy.
Spec Wildhorse: Well when you put it so nicely, here’s $3,000!
Hermione: First of all, Ron, I don’t understand why you’re not an elder yet. Secondly, I know I broke canon, but don’t you think our long term friendship is worth a donation?
Ron: No, I don’t think so. And anyway, I’ve moved on, Hermione. I’m engaged to Charmaine Creeper, Bluebell Madonna’s daughter. Take that!
Hermione: Bluebell who?
7: That heir poll was RIGGED. I hope you’re happy, readers, with this crappy decorating and stupid heiress.
Spec Wildhorse: Hey, at least you made it to the poll. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU FOR LOVING ME, MISSMISERIE AND SWEETRIBZ.
And then this happened.
The next day, Peaches takes off work to check out the show playing at one of the parks.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Oh my gosh, look at him go!
Peaches Honeyblossom: HE IS SO OLD YET BENDY! This is amazing! I must call Jerome over to check this out.
Peaches Honeyblossom: What do you mean you’re too busy? You were also too busy yesterday and the day before…
Peaches Honeyblossom: Something is just not right with Jerome.
Meanwhile, back at home.
Hermione: It’s been so long since we’ve had a full day together and an empty house.
Sage Moonblood: Too long.
Sage Moonblood: After all these years, you’re still the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.
Hermione: And you can still melt my heart just like you always have.
Sage Moonblood: Woohoo timez.
Sage and Hermione actually still roll wishes to woohoo eachother on a daily basis. It is adorable. If you, you know, forget the fact that they’re all wrinkly.
Deciding it was time to investigate her boyfriend’s odd behavior, Peaches spends a day staking him out. He doesn’t seem to be too busy now.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Shh! Stealth is key in situations such as this. Remember that.
Jerome: Peaches, is that you?
Peaches Honeyblossom: No. I am just a bush sitting here, moving in the breeze.
Jerome: Oh, okay.
Jerome: Strange place for them to plant a bush, isn’t it?
Mystery Woman: Why do I get the feeling that I should’ve worn a mask for this date with Jerome?
Cat: My mask is better.
Peaches Honeyblossom: I KNEW IT. He’s been seeing another woman!
Jerome: Peaches, that IS you!
Mystery Woman: Okay, I’m getting out of here! See you later, Jerome.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Yeah, you’d better run, you hussy!
Peaches runs home, followed by Jerome.
Peaches Honeyblossom: How COULD you, Jerome?!
Jerome: How could I what?! It was just a date!
Peaches Honeyblossom: Yes, A DATE! Since when do we date other people?! You’ve been acting weird, avoiding me for days! I should’ve known all along. You said you loved me! I gave you my first woohoo! How many other “dates” have you been on?! Ugh, you’re disgusting!
Jerome: Come on, Peaches, it was nothing! She’s just a–
Peaches Honeyblossom: I don’t want to know WHAT she is. Don’t touch me!
Peaches Honeyblossom: We are finished, Jerome. FINISHED. You can feel free to date whoever you want!
Jerome: You broke my heart, Peaches.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Yes, well you broke mine first. Consider us even.
And then THIS happened.
That’s it for this chapter! Someone is pregnant! Bet you can’t guess who it is! Will Hermione accomplish her LTW or will I fail her? Will Peaches find a man who doesn’t cheat on her?
I will leave you with a few inactive updates.
Two simselves have gotten engaged to each other. Aww!
Also, lol grammar.
Vivian, of course, is Dweezil’s daughter (Pilot’s granddaughter). Brannon is Leroy’s son (Audio’s grandson). So yeah… basically cousins. I don’t even worry about breaking them up anymore. The Creepers are determined to inbreed I guess XD
LOL Ron. Naughty, naughty.
Also, my simself’s daughter became a teenager and pretty. She kind of has weird shaped lips though, which she got from Darren I guess because I know my simself doesn’t have them.
I kind of hate when male genetics are drastically different on females and vice versa. Oh well.
Anyway, see you next time! Happy simming!