We start out this next installment with the inevitable next-baby-daddy hunt. Surprisingly, however, Holly was not the instigator. She got a mysterious phone-call asking her out to the local equestrian center. And since this is the Sims and not real-life, Holly didn't immediately call the police. When she got there and saw who it was, though, she started second-guessing that decision . . .
Meet Loki Meryls (made by jazarkrazaj/Phaeton)
Loki wasted no time in approaching Holly and getting right down to business.
Loki - You. You're the baby-making machine, right? I'll pay you a thousand simoleons to have my kid.
Holly - ... wut.
Loki - You're the one that had those kids with Jordan Mallone, right?
Holly - Oh Plumbob, if you tell me you're an alien too, I will punch you.
Loki - No, no. Nothing like that. I am, however, Jordan Mallone's evil nemesis. And it behooves me to make sure I do everything that he does, only better.
Holly - Uh . . . huh. Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for my phone. For no real reason whatsoever (please sweet cheezus let me have remembered to put the police on speed-dial . . . )
Loki - Oh, come now. You can't tell me that you don't want to swoon at the mere sight of my awesomeness. Look. I have goggles. Your argument is invalid.
Holly - You are cracked, my friend. Completely cracked.
Loki, super evil genius that he is, saw that his sweet-talk wasn't quite getting the job done, so he moves in for the kill.
Loki - Baby timez nao, plz?
Oh c'mon Holly. How can you say no to that face?!
Holly - . . . I can't. Frammit.
Now on board with the plan, Holly looks around and espies the perfect place to seal the deal.
Holly - Moar babies yay.
Loki in the distance - Um . . . where's she goin?
Holly - Why look at this! It's a conveniently placed pile of hay! c:
Holly - I think I'll just hop in, and wait for 'someone' to follow me and investigate! >:D
*hours later*
Holly - Seriously? Did you not hear my explanation monologue? It's not exactly comfortable in that haystack, genius.
Loki - What is it you hoped to accomplish in that hay pile, exactly?
Holly - You're really asking me that? Seriously? You said you wanted to make babies, didn't you?
Loki - Oh, certainly! That's why I've taken the liberty of freezing a collection of my DNA, as well as easy-to-follow instructions on how to insiminate yourself. Here you go!
Holly - . . . FML.
((After five attempts to get them to woo-hoo in the haystack and only one of them jumping in while the other stood around and stared at nothing, I gave up. XD )
Sequoia - *still hearbroken*
Strawberry - *still poker-faced*
Summer's Darling - Hoo boy. This is so awkward . . .
Sequoia - I'm never speaking to you again. Ever.
Strawberry - Seriously? You're still hung up on that? That was like, yesterday. And besides, you're talking to me right now, dork.
Summer - So! How about those llamas, huh?! Crazy, amirite?!
Bless her, Summer tries so hard to keep the peace, lol.
Meanwhile . . .
Holly - Y U NO GO TO SCHOOL!!!! ARRRRGH! Rebellious teenagers make me so FURIOUS!
Veronica - Holy FRACK, mom! I DID go to school! We just got HOME from school!
Holly - Lalalal, I can't hear you, I need to go scold your sisters too. Brb.
-_-
=Kitty Intermission=
Watch as the graceful snowy predator stalks her prey. Like deadly poetry in motion, she moves in for the kill . . .
And POUNCE!
Victory. It is adorable.
Queen Ann's Lace also still follows Veronica around everywhere and stares at her for hours on end.
Queen Ann - Any minute now she's gonna turn into a rat with wings that I can chase around and catch . . . aaaaaany minute now . . . .
Holly did actually use Loki's Step-by-Step Impregnator, with 'successful' results it seems.
Holly - Oh, ******.
She and the porcelain bowl play catch up yet again.
Strawberry - No fair! I'm hungry and I wanna sit at the table to eat my breakfast but this CHAIR is in my way!!!
. . . -_- . . .
BONUS PICS :
Look who came to catch butterflies in the backyard! Wysteria!! Hi bb!! I miss youuuuu!
Wystie - BARGLES! I have you now!
Snuggles - Aaah, play-set. I never grow tired of admiring the pattern of your wooden planks.
And all my gnomes, all together. <3
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