::1.8:: Eggs Hunted, Star Found

 

"This room is too green," Iron Fang decides loudly.  

 

Charlie tilts his head at her curiously from his crib; on her bunk below, Elisabeth groans and rolls over.  "Shut up."

Iron Fang is right, though.  It's a bit overkill.

 

 

 

 

You can't see it, but there's a second crib in the kid's room. Sunflower is pregnant again.

Who will judge her more, she wonders; all of her coworkers collectively, or her own son? 

 

 

"Another werewolf?" Iron Fang asks hopefully.

"We'll see," Sunflower replies. Regardless, she makes a mental note to tell Denn this is the last one. For real this time!

 

Of course, having a full house isn't so bad.

 

And Denn still drops by to help keep the brood in line.

 

Where does the road to nowhere lead, anyway?

It's been a while since Sunflower worried about a question like that.

 

The Spring Festival comes to town! We'll use the one crappy picture of the festival grounds I took as an establishing shot.

 

The entire Wilder-Moon family, et al., attend.

 

Denn spends most of the time regaling Sunflower with tales from his travels.

This time, he talks a lot about the pack he grew up with. Sunflower supposes she'll never meet them—which is fine by her. One at home and a second drifting in an out (never mind all the part-werewolf humans) is more than enough for her.

 

Roe and Irene use it as a chance for more proper flirting.

 

The sky is overcast—the usual moody spring weather—but who cares?

The Love Tester gave them a full score. Yay!

 

"It's not just a festival trick, you know. The machine works. Alien technology!"

"Sure thing, Irene."

 

Iron Fang is here to hunt...

 

...eggs!

Elisabeth uses the opportunity of a large gathering to recruit more children for her big brain girlboss schemes. I don't actually remember, and (spoiler alert) this subplot doesn't actually go anywhere, so it's whatever.

 

"My mom said I can't play with you because your family's peculiar."

"Eh. Ce'st la vie."
 

 

 

With all the family gathered in one place, the final Wilder-Moon pup decides it's time to arrive.

 

 

The circle of quirky townsfolk (is that a ghost-hunting fairy?) continues to panic long after Sunflower has left for the hospital. Or maybe they're just concerned about the toddler she left behind.

The taxi doesn't have room for the entire gang, so the kids stay behind and have a celebratory dance party.

 

New sibling! Woo!

 

 Then the festival is rained out. Boo!

 

Sunflower, Denn, and the new baby end up getting home just a little after the kids do.

Denn's back there looking... ominous. Protective, much?

"Not a werewolf," Sunflower announces as she enters the kids' room. "Sorry, hon."

"I know," Iron Fang pouts, "I could already smell her boring human blood."

 

"What's her name?" Elisabeth is far more practical, and doesn't really care one way or another what creature her newest sibling turned out as.

Sunflower sounds resigned, but fond. "Star Hunter."

"Dad picked it?"

"Mhm."

"Sick," says Iron Fang.

 

A completed pack.

 

How exciting!

 

"Oh yeah, one more to clean up after," Roe grouches. "Fantastic."

 

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 Misc: It's been a while! I missed Sims 3, and the Wilder-Moons.

The game is very laggy for me—has been for years—so it's slow going when I do play. But I still have fun, so it's okay. I've also got a huge backlog of photos, so it'll be a while before I have to worry about catching up. Gen 3's heir is about to enter the child stage in-game.

Looking back at my old entries, apparently I used to link a song I liked at the end of each chapter. Which is like... hilarious that I thought anyone would click on them. But I still like music and I'm still a fool, so, oh well.

Hope anyone who reads this is doing well. It's been a rough go of it lately.