Ice Cream and Celery SticksThe White Legacy:Generation Seven, Chapter One

*boom rattle*

Rose: “—t? Wait, where are we? And why is it high noon?”

Chantelle: “Welcome to the Palace of Neverending Light, Rose. It’s always springtime and daytime here.”

Rose: “What about over there? It looks pretty dark…”

Chantelle: “Ah. That’s the Fortress of Eternal Darkness, where the dark witch order gathers. It’s been kind of rundown lately, of course, since they still haven’t managed to find the keys. It’s a long story. Come along.”

Callie: “Chantelle! We heard the boom! We—oh, hi Rose.”

Rose: “Aunt Callie?”

Callie: “Look, no time to chat. Are we getting this meeting underway or what?”

Rose: “Meeting? What meeting?”

Callie: “Chantelle, did you explain anything?”

Chantelle: “Ahaha…”

Chantelle: “Alright, everyone. I’d like you to welcome Primrose White to our meeting today. She’ll be sitting in for Dez for us.”

Light Witches: *monotone* “Hi, Primrose.”

Patricia: “No offense, but remind me why we need a stand-in for Dez? We haven’t bothered in about four generations. He didn’t even come to a lot of our meetings. And when he did, he didn’t really say anything.”

Chantelle: “It falls under Amendment 303. To be exact, section 97, paragraph 605, image 6, subtitle 1. Besides, she deserves to be here. Our first matter of business today concerns her family, after all.”

Patricia: “Couldn’t we just use Callie for that? She’s part of the family, too. What’s more, she’s actually Dez’s daughter.”

Callie: “I don’t have a problem with that. But Rose is actually my dad’s heir, and she’s in charge of the safety of the family now. But what I want to know is why Chantelle didn’t at least give her time to change out of her PJ’s!”

Chantelle: “Stop questioning me, everyone! I know what I’m doing!”

Rose: {I am so lost…}

Chantelle: “Order! I call this meeting to order! Time to get down to business!”

Witch: “…Yes?”

Chantelle: “How are you, Rose? Comfy? Cozy?”

Rose: “Um… yeah. Yeah. I’m… good.”

Callie: “Chantelle. Get on with it.”

Chantelle: “Alright, alright.”

Chantelle: “The reason we wanted you here, Rose, is that we’ve noticed that your family has attracted a lot of attention from the supernatural element of Riverblossom Hills since Dez and Merry had their little spat. Now that it looks like we’re standing on the brink of war with the dark witches, we wanted to talk about a defense plan for you and yours, just in case.”

Rose: “Defense plan?”

Chantelle: “We just want to make sure Dez’s descendants are safe. We don’t know what the dark witches might try.”

Witch in Jacket: “Not that you’ve had much trouble with that so far. You guys are all like good luck charms: you manage to overcome everything.”

Fanny Pack Warlock: “I still say that we have too much on our plates to also carry out full-time guardianship of a family who has proven they can take care of themselves. We should be focusing on the war effort, not a legacy.”

Patricia: “Merry is a part of the dark order, Johnny. She has a known grudge against Rose’s family, and influence with a group of dark witches. If they wanted to, it wouldn’t be hard to surround and destroy the whole legacy. And who knows what kind of dark rites they could use to gain power from all that death, which they could then use to destroy us?”

Rose: “Um, excuse me…”

Witch in Jacket: “But do we really have the resources to help? An outright confrontation between our orders could take a toll on lives, and there aren’t that many of us to begin with. We might even upset the balance of natural magic around the estate. Are we prepared to take that risk?”

Rose: “Um…”

Callie: “Everybody shut up. Rose has something to say.”

Rose: “I admit the death thing scares me, but um, I don’t want to be an inconvenience to you… and we already have Grandpa Sun with us… and besides, I think my family would be happier if you, um, that is…”

Callie: “Didn’t poke our collective noses into your business?”

Rose: *blush* “I-I mean…”

Chantelle: “Well then, how about we compromise? We could…”

Chantelle: “…keep an eye on you and your family, maybe set up a few… protective…”

*crash*

Chantelle: “Callie, with Rose! Johnny, Caryl, reinforce the wards! Everyone else, with me! MOVE!!”

Rose: “Callie, what’s going on!?”

Callie: “Can’t you see!? The dark witches are attacking! Come on, we’re going to safety!”

Rose: “Will everyone else be okay!?”

*boom*

Callie: “They’ll be fine! Come on!”

Rose: “A bedroom? It’s very nice, but…”

*boom*

Callie: “The wards are strongest here. Get some sleep. When this battle is over, we’ll get you an escort back home.”

*crash*

*boom* *crash* *rattle*

Callie: “You’re taking this pretty well.”

Rose: “Well, we’re safe, right?”

*bang*

Callie: “As long as the wards hold. They should. Nothing to worry about.”

*crash*

Rose: “Oh.”

Callie: “What’s up?”

Callie: “Seriously? You hadn’t had your adult birthday yet?”

Rose: “No. I guess I waited too long… oh no, now everyone is going to show up to my graduation party and not find me there, and they’re going to get scared, and wonder where I am, and—”

Callie: “Relax. Sheesh. I told you, we’ll get you back home once the battle is over. Nice transition outfit, by the way.”

Rose: “It isn’t that great. Yours was better, I hear.”

Callie: “Here, pick a new outfit out of the dresser—we’ve got lots of clothes I think you’d like—and then get some sleep.”

*bang*

Callie: “If you can. Trust me. The wards will hold. You’ll be just fine. And, erm… sorry we happened to bring you around the same night the war finally started.”

Rose: “It’s okay. You didn’t have any way of knowing.”

Rose: “Oh, I am so tired…”

Callie: “I told you to sleep, stupid.”

Rose: “I’m sorry…”

Chantelle: “It wasn’t her fault, Callie. Who could sleep with all the spells going off outside?”

Chantelle: “Alright Rose, listen. I’ve been thinking. We’re going to do what you asked: stay out of your business, that is. But just in case, we’re going to set up a couple of charms around the house. Mostly alarms, so we know if anyone with magic is snooping around. Let us know if you marry a warlock or something, alright?”

Rose: “Okay…”

Chantelle: “Go get some sleep. You look exhausted. Come on, Callie. We’ve got some damage to repair.”

Ella: “Rose!? Where have you been!? And I’ll have you know, you picked a winner.”

Rose: *yawn* “Hi, Mom. What do you mean…?”

Lewis: “ROOOOOOOOOSE!!”

Rose: “Lewis!?”

Lewis: “I went to your house to help set up for the party and you weren’t there and June your roommate said that you suddenly went missing last night and so I called your cell phone and it went straight to answering machine I guess it was turned off so I called your house and your mom said she hadn’t seen you either and—”

Ella: “Yup, those two are going to be very happy together. I can tell.”

Well, look at that. Lewis has been initiated into the household. Good going, Isis.

Isis: “My pleasure. Boo!”

Lewis: “Argh!”

Before we get to the wedding, let’s take a moment to ooh and aah over the new couple’s portrait.

Ooh. Aah.

Ella, did you just teleport into the chapel? That could be considered poor etiquette at a wedding, you know.

Ella: “WHAT!? What about a tourniquet and a beheading!?”

Sol: “Wow! My twin sister is looking so old!”

Synchronized shock at Ella’s lack of manners (or sudden appearance a la ninja, either way). Yep, these two were definitely meant to be together: they’re on exactly the same brainwave.

You know, I’ve been looking for an excuse to dress one of my brides in a poofy wedding dress like this one for the last six generations, but I’ve never had a sim who I thought was really suited to one. I finally got a poofy dress on Rose, though, so I am satisfied.

Oh, yeah. Nuptials. Carry on, you two.

I heard that yawn, Arie.

Arie: “Yawn? What yawn? I didn’t yawn. Would I yawn at my great-great-great-great-niece’s wedding? I think not! There was certainly no yawn over here!”

It’s okay, really. You’ve been around for a long time; you’ve seen a lot of weddings.

Arie: “There was no yawn!”

Callie: “Shuddup over there, I’m trying to hear! Some of us don’t get invited to these every generation!”

Despite the loud conversation going on in the audience, of which I am completely innocent, Rose and Lewis finish tying the knot. Lewis Parris becomes Lewis White. Hooray, we have another official legacy couple on our hands!

Arie: “Cool. So where’s the cake?”

Alright, bets are on! Is innocent Rose, the personification of nice points herself, a feeder or a stuffer!?

Yeah, there was never really any contest.

Uh, where are you going with that, Rose?

Rose: “Oh, I wouldn’t want to take up a seat and make it so no one else could get a chair! I’m perfectly fine going down to the dining room. I don’t mind.”

Rose, this is your day. I don’t think anyone will grudge you sitting at one of the tables set up in the reception area.

Rose: “But… what if Mom doesn’t get a chair? She needs one more than I do…”

*sigh*

Thanks to some quick route blocking on Arie’s part, we got Rose back upstairs for her reception. Phew.

Pepper: “Don’t look now, Rose, but the groom is checking you out.”

Rose: “Really? He doesn’t have to do it from all the way back there…”

Pepper: “Yeah. I wonder what makes brides and grooms always sit at different tables?”

By the way, Rose’s dress is huge.

That is all.

Rose and Lewis enjoy their first dance as a married couple, and then the party is over.

And it’s time for the honeymoon.

Yes, I am actually doing a real, game-recognized honeymoon. I think that’s a first for this legacy.

Lewis: “And now, Mrs. White—”

Rose: “Eep!”

Lewis: *pant* “I will” *huff* “carry you across the threshold! Of our very expensive! Beach bungalow!”

Rose: “Hehe, am I really that heavy?”

Lewis: “You couldn’t be. It must be the dress.”

Lewis: “You know, for being the most expensive hotel to stay in on Twikkii Island, this place is kind of tacky.”

Rose: “It’s perfect! Look, there’s a veranda!”

Lewis: “I know what you’re thinking.”

Rose: “Do you? Tell me.”

Lewis: “You’re thinking that I have no room to complain about the room being tacky when I’m wearing this.”

Rose: “You’re kind of warm. I was thinking about your outfit, or rather the lack thereof, but I wasn’t using the word ‘tacky.’ I think you look great in that.”

You can probably imagine how the rest of the vacation went.

Ghost pirates were admired.

Sun bathing was done.

With painful results.

Backs were massaged.

Lots of seafood was consumed. Hardwired professor coding was reviled.

And these two couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

So? How was it?

Rose: “It was wonderful. I couldn’t ask for a better honeymoon, or a more handsome honey. Although I am sorta jetlagged.”

I know how you feel. Jetlag is the worst feeling in the world.

Wait. Hold on a minute.

Lewis. You do realize that you’re still wearing your grass skirt, right?

Lewis: “Yep!”

…you do realize that it’s almost autumn around here, right?

Lewis: “Yep! I like this grass skirt! I want to wear it for always!”

…okay then.

Ella: “Morning, sweetie. How was your trip?”

Rose: “IT WAS GREAT, MOM, THANKS FOR ASKING. ALTHOUGH I’M REALLY TIRED, AND I’M ALSO CRAVING ICE CREAM AND CELERY STICKS FOR SOME REASON.”

Ella: “Hmm…”

Rose: “Yes? Is this the butler agency? Yes, my name is Rose White, we’re looking to hire a butler…?”

I still wish our servo was still around. I don’t want the dang photobombing—

Hold on. You’re not the photobombing butler.

Butler: “Quite right. My predecessor refused to return to this house. Something about being ‘underappreciated.’”

Okay. I can deal with this.

Rose: “Oh!”

Lewis: “No way! A baby!? Awesome!”

Hooray! New generation ahoy!!

Hey, Hyde’s a lot more useful as a ghost than he was alive. No offense, man.

Hyde: “None taken.”

Ella, that can’t be easy on your knees. Or your back.

Ella: “These flowers remind me of him…”

One step closer…

Rose: “Ah. I now know what I’m going to write.”

I love the idea finger paired with the serious expression. Rose has taken to writing novels recently in an effort to keep herself busy. This lady is far too fulfilled for her own good.

Hey, he matches the pinball machine!

Lewis: “So how close to baby time are we now?”

Rose: “He or she is due tomorrow. Isn’t that exciting!?”

Lewis: “It sure is! What are going to name the baby?”

Rose: “Um… uh… I, uh, hadn’t thought about that… do you have any ideas?”

Lewis: “Uh… Baby? No, that’s not a good name, that’s not going to work…”

He may look slightly… okay, very nerdy in that getup, but you have to admit, it does make it entertaining when he does the hula.

Rose: “Ooh, this hurts so much more than I thought it would…!”

You know, come to think of it, I have a lot of babies born in this room. Maybe since I don’t really have a tiny bathroom in this house, they’re choosing instead the frilliest, pinkest room they can find? I don’t know.

Lewis has already one-upped Peter by being present at his child’s birth. Good for you, Lewis!

Welcome to the world, Generation Eight! This precious little bundle of joy is a girl—we seem to get a lot of those around here.

It took me forever to figure out a naming theme for this generation, but I’ve finally got it. Generation Eight shall henceforth be named after moons. This little girl has been named Rhea.

Ella: “Why hello there, granddaughter mine. Want to spend some time with Grandma?”

Rhea: “Goo…?”

Ella: “Well… I was hoping you’d be green…”

Rhea: *hiccup*

Ella: “I don’t see any black eyes, either… those look more like your father’s than mine.”

Rhea: *pats cheeks*

Ella: “But we can forgive you for not looking like me, can’t we? Can’t we?”

Rhea: *burp*

Ella: “Oh, you’re so precious. I’ve missed having little ones running around. …I wish your Grandpa were here to meet you. I think you’d like him. He smelled like sage and honeysuckles. Not that you’d know what those are yet, but you will. You’re going to be Grandma’s precious little girl, aren’t you?”

Ella: “Hey there Lewis! I’m just going to carry the baby around all day, okay?”

Lewis: “Um, Ella, are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Ella: “WHAT!? Go right ahead Ella, you deserve to have some time to dote on your grandchildren? Why thank you Lewis, how very thoughtful! I will!”

Lewis: “That’s not what I said…”

One bolt couple my foot.

That’s… slightly morbid.

It’s Rhea’s birthday! Time to see what Lewis’s face template has wrought!

Bad form, Ella.

So? What’s the verdict, Rose?

Rose: “She looks just like her daddy!”

Stabby death nose and all.

It may look all cute and small and innocent right now, but trust me. These things grow as the sim does. Just wait. You’ll see.

I don’t know what it is about this kid, but everything Rhea does is just so cute! I mean, look at her in those little yellow footie pajamas! Don’t tell me that isn’t adorable!

Also, it feels slightly weird that Rose is married and has children. I’m not sure why. Maybe I still think of her as a teenager or something, I don’t know.

Ella: “Hm? Oh, yes, I want to retire. Thanks.”

Ella: “Hey there, Professor. Nice hair.”

Lewis: “Hi, Ella. Thanks.”

Lewis… why?

Lewis: “Why not?”

Since Ella’s had a lot of free time on her hands lately, I’ve been having her slowly paint and sell portraits of each heir so far, starting at Snow and working down to Rose. We’re on Jade now.

Ella: “My grandmother was really quite lovely, wasn’t she?”

Ella nabbed Rhea to do as much of the toddler training as she wanted, before Rose and Lewis could sneak in. Not that Rhea seems all that invested in learning to talk.

Rhea: {Why bother, when all I have to do is look up at Grandma and sniff a little, and she does whatever I so choose? Talking is an extraneous skill.}

Rhea: {Walking, on the other hand, seems very useful indeed. Heh heh heh.}

Ella: “Oh, look at you! What a big smile! You’re so adorable!”

Family dance party!

This family is so adorable together.

Peter: “Hey, you l-look like a f-flower! Take c-c-care of my d-daughter over there, f-f-flower b-boy!”

Lewis: “Eep!”

Ella: “Hey, I just got a whiff of sage and honeysuckle. Peter?”

Peter: “Hey, honey. How are y-you?”

Ella: “I’ll tell you when I get there.”

Hey, look! Generation Eight, part two!

Rose: “I love being pregnant!” *smile*

Ella: “Guess what, everyone? It’s time for me to go!”

Ella: “Isn’t that exciting?”

*awkward silence*

Laurel: “Mother, you do not actually expect us to be excited about this, do you?”

Pepper: “Nooooo! Not Moooooom!”

Ella: “Why are you crying? I get to go to the Luau and live in eternal bliss with Peter forever! How is that not exciting? I’ve been waiting for this since Peter went!”

Pepper: “AREN’T YOU SCARED AT ALL?”

Ella: “Of course not! Why would I be?”

Rose: “Mom, I love you and I’m going to support you and I’m glad that you’re not terrified going into this, but… we’re going to miss you, and we’re pretty scared for you. You’re still dying. Aren’t you going to miss us?”

Ella: “Of course I am, sweetie. But I still get to visit as a ghost whenever I want, and I won’t be arthritic and deaf anymore, and I’ll be seeing all of you again at the Luau. I’ve missed your father a lot since he went…”

Ella: “Don’t worry, Rose. I know what I’m doing.”

Ella: “So, Peter.”

Ella: “I love you.”

Ella: “I don’t know how to feel. I am excited to see you again, but I’m terrified of dying. I don’t know what’s going to happen, and I don’t want to go. I want to stay. But if I downed elixir of life, I wouldn’t get to go to the Luau and live with you. I don’t want the kids to worry, so I told them all I felt was excited, but… I feel so conflicted. I don’t want to die, and yet I do.”

Ella: “Well… sensei always said to learn from the past and anticipate the future, but to live in the present.”

Ella: “Death is going to happen eventually, whether I want it or not. I might as well accept it gracefully and be calm about it. Care to spar with me?”

Ella: “I’m scared, Grim. I don’t know if I’m ready for this. Aren’t I supposed to be well-adjusted and ready before I go?”

Grim: “Are you kidding? I haven’t met a sim yet who’s actually totally fine with dying, no matter how gracefully they go out. Regardless, it’s Time, Ella. Let’s go. Peter’s been building a very nice little garden near the beach. I think you’ll like it. It’s got a hammock.”

Ella: “A hammock, you say? Hmm… that gives me an absolutely wicked idea…”

Ella receives her platinum Pleasure grave, and is buried next to her husband.

Well, Ella. Ellesmere lived 85 days, and more than a week longer than her husband Peter did. She did martial arts (at least as far as a sim in this game can) and was always pretty bright, outgoing, and fun to be around. As a teenager, she was a bit of a prankster, but mellowed out with those when she matured. With Arie’s help, she overcame one of Arc’s plots and kept her plantsim hubby around. She’s survived by her four children (Pepper, Laurel, Ollie, and Rose), her one granddaughter (Rhea), and her vampire grandfather (Sun). Also, she wore blue lipstick.

Ella was a blast to play, constantly getting up to hijinks and generally being fun. I’m going to miss her.

Rose: “Hm, I think crepes and broccoli sound good this morning.”

I swear this baby is premature. It can’t have been twenty-four hours since her last pop already!

She (yes, another girl) doesn’t look small or otherwise premature, though, so I guess we’re safe. Her name is Elara.

You know what’s weird about this generation? As long as nothing unexpected and unfortunate happens, even this generation’s heir will still be alive at the end of all this, albeit as an elder. That’s weird.

…alright, so I know that chapter was very quiet and anticlimactic, considering the end of the last one. Just trust me on this one. On that note, happy simming!