The obligatory opening bits (1): lawn-living and man-grabbing

This may be a legacy with a few twists, but it’s a legacy nonetheless, so you know what our first two posts have to be, right?  Lawn living and man-grabbing in this entry, followed by the obligatory second post in which the porcelain throne makes an appearance.  I know you all want to get onto the crazy learnings and experiments and stuff, but legacy blogs are legacy blogs and rules must be obeyed.

Amaryllis Daye is our “esteemed” founder.  I use that  term lightly because, much as I like her, she’s no Lianndra Kyoti or Alf Lazarus.  She is a childish, workaholic, friendly, bookworm with a green thumb.  Those last four traits would be fine founder material.  That first one, well, as we’ll see in the chapters to come, it’s a bit “special”.  Her LTW is to be a Jack-of-All-Trades.  This is perhaps a silly LTW for a founder to be having, especially when they’ve got babies to be popping out, but readers of The Kyoti Legacy will know how much that thing haunted me, so we’re going to try and get it over and done with.

Her favourite colour is red.  This is significant, as I’ll be decorating rooms and dressing sims according to their favourite colours, and there will always be a ‘founder’s room’ on the lot somewhere in red.  Her favourite food is hot dogs – again, I am aiming to get every sim to eat their favourite food at least once.  Hot dogs is a nice easy choice for a founder to have as it doesn’t require any real skill, and you can cook them in the park.

These are Amaryllis’s worldly goods: a double bed because I don’t intend her to hang around being single for too long, and a guitar, because as we all know, guitars are a sim’s best friend.  She gets her first job in the medical career (remember, she has to reach level five in four careers), does a day’s work and buys herself a fridge as well.

She doesn’t have a toilet yet, so you’re spared the legacy staple shots of her eating her cereal on the loo.

It’s a Saturday and she doesn’t have any work to do, so she gets on with the serious business of starting her garden (I’m determined to have a decent-ish garden throughout if I can) and then decamps to the park to find a mate.  I’ve strictly forbidden her from dating legacy bait.  The usual suspects are there, but she knows she’s not allowed to talk to them.

She plays chess with Thornton Wolff to build up some of that much needed logic skill and she also discovers he’s married, and then chats to this other bloke, who also happens to be married.  Then they have a fight.  Amaryllis finds this amusing for some reason.  Although this is a ‘try everything’ legacy and I will have to have someone breaking up a marriage somwhere along the line, I’d rather it wasn’t my founder.  So we keep looking.  I want her to marry a magician, as service sims are on my “to do” list (heh).  But there isn’t one to be seen.

Amaryllis is kind of keen on this guy but Stiles is still too much of a legacy staple for my liking so they can be friends and nothing more.

We spend a few hours in the park, when Amaryllis alerts me to something.

Well, two things, actually, as she’s pretty hungry by this stage.

Of course, she launches into the food before chatting up the man.  I get a look at him – not your usual legacy type.  Blonde hair with red streaks, which is potentially good.  He’s called Abraham Finkel.  I kind of recognise that name from somewhere, but I can’t picture it.  Never mind, Abraham and Amaryllis has a nice ring to it, especially if I randomly decide to go alphabetical.  I was hoping she’d go for a service sim, but what the heck, it’s not easy to get one of those when you haven’t got any money to hire a maid or buy something that burns.

What you don’t see here is that while these two are chatting, Christopher Steel keeps poking his head into the shot.  He’s obviously heard there’s a new legacy founder in town and is coming to claim what he believes is rightly his.  At this point, I’m getting annoyed and all ‘Oi!  Steel!  Not all legacies are about you!’  (With hindsight I realise that having him in the shot trying to get some more of that legacy limelight would have been really funny.  Oh well.)

Amaryllis gets home later and can’t wait to call her future partner.  Being childish, though, all she ever wants to talk about are yetis, jellyfish and dragons.  It’s an interesting strategy.

It’s at this point I realise why I know the name Abraham Finkel – he was actually the original Mr Foliage, and I consider finding someone else.  But Amaryllis really likes him, she’s rolled lots of wishes about him, and he’s still a fairly unusual legacy mate.  Besides, with a name like hers, she could almost be a Foliage family member, and, what’s more important, we’ve done the party phone trick and found out he’s a young adult.  So we’re standing by our man.

The next day she awakes, confident she’ll be a legacy wife by the end of it.

Abraham comes over and they spend all day chatting, moaning about being tired and eating stuff from the fridge.  Eventually, after an onslaught of flirting, Abraham becomes Amaryllis’s romantic interest.  She then goes to sleep and he reads on her bed.

I make her wake up, and after a lot of flirting and making out… he rejects her for woo-hoo.

Amaryllis goes back to sleep and Abraham passes out on the floor, rather than sharing her bed.  She hasn’t asked him to stay the night so I presume this is why he doesn’t get in.  That, or the floor is comfier than the basic bed.

Any attempts at romance before Amaryllis has to go to work the next morning (for these two have been at it, or rather, NOT at it, for that long) are thwarted by her Kyoti-like grip on her bladder, and Abraham’s lack of sleep.

However, while Amaryllis is at work, Abraham spends the rest of the day on her lot.  It’s at this point that I’m thinking ‘aww, look, he’s waiting for her.  They’re made for each other’.  What I should have been thinking is ‘is it really a great idea for these two to be starting a legacy?’

Join us next time for the second of the obligatory opening bits, and let’s see if these two can get any more competent as they go along…