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Trailer Park ChallengeSpare Update the Third, part one of two

Previously on Iron Values

“Zack Reamon, the llama of my life…”

“Will you be my husband?”

“Yes Pras, yes! Now and forever!”

“…I was going for a three-year thing…”

Zack: “What was that last part, sweetie?”

Pras: “Nothing, nothing. Let’s go woohoo on the couch.”

*HEAVY SIGH OF RELIEF*

Welcome back to the Rauta spares! I made sure to keep Pras’s ring finger hidden when she visited her siblings, but I didn’t mean for the suspense to be this long.

At 3 a.m. that very same night (but a year later for me), the bride-to-be is forced to pack her things and tidy the place up for the next inhabitants. It’s time to move into a real house!

Coincidentally, the landlord was struck by lightning.

It sounds like something I would cause, but I can’t take credit for something the game decided.

Bye-bye, more-useful-than-not NPC! I hope you have fun at the cemetery, taking up precious character folder space.

A bit of refurnishing, a few mortgage shrubs from Inge Jones and voilà!

Next step is to invite practically every family member over (through a mix of “throw party” and “invite household) and force them into formalwear.Why yes, that good witch is Michelle the simself. But more on that later.

Ready for a Rauta party?

“All set. Bring on the relatives.”

No later than the party timer pops up, a fight erupts. Shouldn’t be a surprise when Uranium is involved.

Parent-child dancing – now why can’t you do such adorable things at home?

Commence: smustle!

And the braid-ponytail hairstyle is once again where it’s not supposed to be, but let’s not mind that.

Fighting Ginger I can understand, but again with your big sister?

Come on, you’re at a wed-

-aaand they’re at it.

“Oh Moonshine, why did I bother inviting them all?”

Because they’re your family and your mother’s life was prolonged solely for attending this party.

Hey guys, don’t bother looking excited for them or anything.

“Woah, my suit changed!”

Zack Reamon, now graduated and moved in, is a Family sim who wants three children to graduate as well.Personality: 8 neat, 6 outgoing, 7 active, 0 serious and 4 nice. Not to mention the maxed out body points.

Meanwhile, Moonshine is doing his own thing.

Aw Sam, was it too heartfelt to watch?

“*sob* I’ll never get to go to college! We don’t have enough beds for everyone, barely any money - ”

Right, I get the gist. Hang in there.

Aw now this is just too much ;_; You’ll get a camping trip soon, you hear me?

At least someone around here isn’t sulking, judging from the glowing white Lifetime Aspiration bar! Now Pras is boring :D

This impromptu bathroom was built to relieve the crowding of the other one -_-

Eventually though, the roof was raised, the happy couple went on honeymoon and all the guests left…

…save for Trisha Traveller, who wasn’t invited to begin with but happened to be part of the Welcome Wagon.

Returning all green, Praseodymium gets to show the world what great manners she has despite the sloppy personality.

Zack wants a baby, so he’ll get his baby. The high science enthusiasm certainly helps.

“I beg you, let me take this stupid thing off my head.”

It amuses me and I can’t be bothered to scroll for hairstyles.

After an accidental mouseover, I realised that a few of the included trees are of the gardening variety.

Don’t you dare become a plantsim now! I have enough of those in another neighborhood already.

While Zack is off teaching chilluns and Pras gets her net wet, Moonshine rolls around on the floor for his own amusement.

“Whoa man. I think I’m pregnant.”

What? When did you even – oh fine, but Zack’ll still carry one.

No chairs for you!

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this game, it’s that sitting down to eat can actually be more of a con than a pro.

“I can’t go to work, I’ll be mistaken for one of the whales.”

This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to seeing a cow suffocating a cat.

FINALLY. Even with the “Search for UFOs” option, that took a few nights. Which I realise now that I’m typing it out is not that much time, actually.

Ah yes, the probe horror.

Later that same Thursday I found out he wasn’t actually pregnant, but Sim Blender took care of that part nicely.

Yes, I am hiring the butler, despite earlier complaints. +1000 aspiration for Zack and a craving for something dysfunctional to happen led me to this decision.

Spoiler alert: nothing dysfunctional happened with him.

Autonomous cuddling on the grass has got to be one of my favorite interactions of all time. Especially now that Pras’s belly reminds me of Beyoncé 2017.

All pretty things must come to an end: this one ended in a boy!

What to say about bosons? The Wikipedia page confuses me (because I actually know rather little about physics), but AFAIU all observed elementary particles are either bosons or fermions.

And so the crowding begins… *sigh*

Moonshine however is getting a big ignored, apart from the feeding and the occasional hug.

With a friendly personality, he shouldn’t be this alone.

Say hello to Ronroneo! It was either him or Bonkers the kitten, since I’m going on a name basis.

Doofus, hyper, cowardly, pigpen and an elder on top of that. Not that I pay enough attention to pets for personality to make a difference >.>

“For Ronroneo’s first act, he shall destroy this foul furniture!”

“Look at what Ronroneo can do!”

“Stop trying to show off, geezer.”

Ah, the classic “pregnant in plate”. ZACK!

“Huh, wha?”

Go tickle Pras so I can save you from certain death!

“I’m too hungry to let myself be helped!”

Stop suffering, you dimwit!

“Ronroneo sympathises with llamaman.”

Thanks for pulling yourself together. For now.

“Hey, what happened with his – “

Ssh. We do not speak of the scalp.

Boson turned out such a cutie! And with quite the interesting personality for a Rauta: 8 neat, 10 outgoing, 9 active, 0 playful and 1 nice! Definitely taking after his father.

But Sunday’s not over yet!

Boson: “{Over there, kittie. Eyes wide.}”

Ronroneo: “{NO! DON’T DO THIS TO RONRONEO!}”

Say hello to the girls! Muon is a particle similar to the electron, while a kaon is “any of a group of four mesons distinguished by a quantum number called strangeness”.

That’s it for Praseodymium’s household!

Next up is Reamon/Rauta, where Juan just gave me an idea.

“Are you trying to make me lose my appetite?”

Mari-Meson is still my favorite kid to follow around, by far. Very cuteness, much mean.

Couple’s yoga effectively both increases chance of catching bad guys as well as burns off extra kilos.

Finally on 10 am Tuesday, the blue van rolls around across the street! Why yes, that is the main trailer...

…and yes, that toddler is supposed to look familiar to you.

Ginger’s settled down with Cal; Gavin was sent to college from the neighborhood screen; the Newson kids were disbanded.

Which gave me a previously unread message, in typical Maxis “to the point, yet a bit absurd” fashion.

Anyhow, Georgia Reamon was quickly to be fawned over.

4/7/8/3/3, fitting in well with the rest of the household.

“One step closer to world domination!”

“Look Dad, all A+!”

“Not now honey, I’m trying to teach your sister to walk.”

“Can’t we trade her for a kitten?”

She may feel a bit overlooked now, but Mari-Meson is still the apple of her mother’s eye.

Even more so, since Uranium isn’t listed in Georgia’s family tree.

Toddler in the house + no vacation days for either parent + a lot of funds no more convenience store clerk job.

Already causing mischief, this three-pointer! Blocking the way to the fridge by dancing – how devious!

“Now you stay here, missy! *laugh*”

“Joja wannout!”

“{Who do you think you’re talking to, punk?}”

“Welcome home Dad! Can we get a kitten?”

“No, and we will still not switch Georgia for one.”

“…I take back the hug.”

Unexpectedly, playing the violin does not wake a sim up. Or maybe just autonomous “play for tips” doesn’t.

Uranium rolled the want to buy a bubble blower, so I had to actively remind her about the existing one. Juan went by his own accord, despite the copness and all.

After that, all sorts of people noticed it as well. I don’t think Tina’s mother would approve much of this.

Last point of toddlerhood!

“Look, I got the custom PJs you townified!”

Wait, you have make-up already?

“They put it on at the orphanage to enhance my features.”

For funsies, she gets to keep the make-up.

My only two issues with the top bunk:1) The ladder is always on the left side.2) The height makes it hard to take pictures.

“Isn’t this cheating?”

“You wanted to do homework. There you have homework.”

While the nightowls are playing, Uranium decides to glitch on me. Not just the graphic: she wouldn’t get out of bed despite a red bladder.Juan waking up seemed to fix the matter.

Saturday morning gave time for a wholesome family outing at Red’s 50’s diner.

“This is not what I wanted.”

Maintaining a good outing score apparently demands more than just dining and having a good relationship beforehand.

I was able to get it past “So-So” at least.

Juan and Georgia: “Throwing food at one another is immature.”

“Now wasn’t this fun? We could go out on schooldays as well if you’d like, since I don’t have a job anymore!”

“I want another tartlette.”

When Sia Georgia wants a photo to cherish, I can do nothing but oblige.

Mari-Meson was terrified of getting in the booth, so Juan had to go twice to please his girls.

Back home, while the kids are taking a mid-day nap, Ura and Juan go on a date with unexpected live music. Stupid townies finding the key under the doormat.

They rolled the want to marry one another at last, but I don’t know if I want them to.

“Where’s the ladybug?”

“Right there, between the panels.”

“Why’d you put me to fix this when I just break it further?”

Boredom I guess. Plus I didn’t see the landlady around.

“The audience gasping behind her, Rauta goes for the spin…”

“…and ends up a total hottie!”

Fortune/Knowledge with the same LTW as her dad (Captain Hero). T-ons logic and mechanical, t-off cleaning skill.

She’s not my little baby anymore :x

Though that doesn’t mean she’s changed her ways.

That’s it for part one! Next up, Californium (then Neppie).