Hilary Aerius is always chief bartender when her boys throw one of their parties, but it's been a long day - hiking, gardening, fishing, jumping on the couch - so after lubricating everybody and mingling a bit she heads upstairs. "You all right, Ma?" Greg asks.
"Little tired, that's all. Don't stop the party on my account!" But she hasn't been asleep very long when music wakes her up. Not the kind Greg's husband Ben and their son John Amos normally play. And - "Who the heck are you? You don't look like anybody that was at the party when I left it."

"I've come to take you to a different party," he says. "Here, have a tikki drink. I've got a bunch of people anxious to see you again."
Hilary realizes what's going on, and accepts the drink.

"Oh, my! Those girls are dancing just like Cousin Mary does since she came back from that island! Will I learn to do that?"
"If you like."
"I think I would, at that."
"I'm sorry you won't have a chance to say good-bye."
"That's all right. I'd hate to spoil their party. They're such good boys. They don't need me to tell them to look out for each other."

"Well, let's go, then, ma'am. I've had a fellow named Gregory fidgeting for days, looking forward to seeing you again."
"Do you now!? I'm kind of itchy to see him again, myself! I got so much to tell him. Lead the way."

Hilary used to be my least favorite CAS sim, but she grew on me after Greg moved back home and I got the hang of Pleasure sims. Note the cat entering in the background of the second picture. She stood and yowled at the urn loud enough to be audible downstairs. Yeah, I cried a bit. She's my first CAS adult to die, having started as a widow with a teen son.

Bruno Turquesa, the first sim I've ever played from in-game birth to death, passed away today.








Playing a legacy challenge is fun, but also sad.

Nannie Ghote, live-in nanny, cook, and housekeeper for the Munny family, gets up in the middle of the night for a bathroom run, chases teen Mark off the computer (she spoils the boys generally, but it's a school night), and goes into the kitchen for a midnight snack, where she finds an unexpected visitor.

"Leave? I can't leave now! My worthless son's finally getting around to providing a second grandchild! And my granddaughter's pregnant! And, and, I have breakfast to make and the dog bed to clean and I'm right in the middle of making all those potholders - it's not fair!"


Up the street, Old Mrs. Munny - or, as Mossless Rock Magazine calls her, Mary Munny, the Geriatric Goddess of Rock - is taking a break from her endless round of throwing parties, giving concerts, and teaching young studs what they're capable of, in order to study up on Fire Safety. She's good at a lot of things (just ask the young studs!), but cooking isn't one of them. According to local tradition, she should have been providing the nanny services for her beloved grandsons, not some hired simmigrant, but nobody really thought it was a good idea.


Mary's not sure why she keeps inviting her cousins Marie and Pierre Curian to her parties. They live right across the street and she's known them forever, but she can never get them to mingle. You can waste half a party trying to get their attention off each other long enough to introduce them to anybody.


They'd be at the tops of their professions right now if they'd exert themselves to win a few friends and influence a few people. They just don't see the point of interacting with anybody but each other! (Damn Knowledge sims; two more friends and they'll both be permaplat, but can they be bothered? They can not!)

Cassini Drone:

His hobbies include chess, intensive housecleaning, and attempting to reason with toddlers.

Join the army of death...

From Townie Place

The Trimbles (soon grandparents):



autonomously dancing under the moonlight in their front yard. :lovestruc

Red Onions and his granddaughter, Pearl.

Mary Munny, accepting the adulation of one fan...

...after another. In the first pic, she's on a date with the guy whose hat you can see behind her when Merlin Hawkins spots her and stops to gush. He must be a fan of her music, because they have no bolts. (For story purposes he calls her Aunt Mary anyway; they're related in ways I haven't quite worked out.) In the second, she's just finished a date with a different man, whom she woohooed in the car before coming back in, and normally she'd be sizing up Jim Spitzig here for his date potential, as there's two bolts there. But he's got an engagement ring on and she's officially not interested. She's a free spirit, not a homewrecker.

My sim Mike
 

Brenda Owen... R.I.P.


Possibly my all-time favourite sim, Bailey... it'll be a sad day next time I'm due to play his household, as he'll shuffle off the mortal coil in 6 sim-days time.

But, on the upside he's had a good life: five kids, 8 grandkids, two businesses that he's now handed over to his eldest daughter and has been perma-plat for as long as I can remember. What more could a sim ask for?

EDIT: No, wait, Bailey now has 11 grandchildren. Eldest daughter Tamara gave birth to twins at the start of her rotation, and just now had TRIPLETS! Heaven help the family tree is all I can say!

EDIT 2: My other favourite Sim - Bailey's twin brother Brandon. I'd never seen a sim over the age of Teen "Check Self Out" autonomously that I recall, but here he is doing just that:

On the road again...

alot of these elders look real young i wanna make some all of a sudden :D

Henry & Beth Tudor

So far in this round, four sims have become elders (there will be four more).

Louisa Lieb

Louisa´s husband Mathias

Jakob Berg (Jakob´s wife Helena is also an elder, but I forgot to take pics of her so I´ll show her later)

Wow, what an amazing bunch of awesome oldies! And then some simmers complain elders are boring...
All pics posted so far are great, though I must confess that I found the Crumplebottom ones a bit creepy...There's just something about that old bat that gives me the chills!

Anyway, here is one of my fav elder piccies:

Dagi_is_a_punk OOH not so loud, agnes heard you!

The beauty and the beast..no wrong, the beast and the other beast..no.....the bad and the ugly. Nooo the ugly and the monster...ahh whatever!

Agnes smiles



Agnes on parole



Agnes like toys



Say no to frontal nudity

Here's my legacy founde and co-founder, Roger and Trina Fleurada.



Roger Fleurada playing with his grandbaby.



His wife Trina right after her elder transition.





They still love each other, a lot. Despite all the cheating, they stuck together and stayed happy. I'm gonna be sad to see them go, eventually.

Grace Longshore, my favorite of the people living at the old folks' home in Elsewhere. She's a sweet old lady with a knack for Bridge, but if you interrupt one of her games you're in for trouble.

Caliopi Salamis and her husband Elmer stop by her sister Aristea's house to pay them a visit and catch up in the front yard.


Their mother Circe wakes up upstairs and and Calipoi tries to talk with her, but since Circe is about to die, and her marriage of how many years was ruined when she discovered her husband was cheating on her with not only the maid, but his co worker on the same day; the day of his death, she dosnt have much patience with anyone and their conversation quickly turns into an argument.


After dinner, Circe proceeds to beat up the co worker who had an affair with her husband while her daughter and step sons cheer her on, and her other daughter and co worker talk about food in the kitchen


The next day, was her last. Or so I thought. Grim came and she got her her knees and begged, and I was like wait...this isnt platinum death...WHATS GOING ON HERE? Then he took her soul and did the "pick a hand" and she won. I was shocked. And of course that homewrecker chooses to walk by at this moment. She dose not look pleased.


She proceeds to knock over my trash can, so Circe greets her, and kicks her ass. Again.
And what I just discovered, by checking relationship panels, is that Aristea's husband is also having an affair with the same woman. I cant even...this is just...how did i miss that?

EDIT: aaannnd history repeats itself. Circe finally dies; and immediately after Elmer and Jessica go at it, right in front of his wife, and now this marriage is ruined. Seriously bitch, there is a cowplant in a room in the backyard. Go grab the cake and leave me and my family alone.
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i.../Snapshot-9.jpg

JUSTICE!

Was trying out photo manipulation. Saved in a GIF format for gits and shiggles. Didn't turn out great.

This is Flint Hunter and a successfully made Baked Alaska. He's dead now, but that's okay. So is most of Veronaville, because of him.

AHAHAHA! BUMPING!



Tyler and Anna Fleurada, as elders.



They really like grandkids. They're still pretty youthful inside, and don't like admitting their age.



"SO I WAS LEIK AT THA BAR AND I SAW UR SON AND STUFF TALKIN TO THIS GAI AND I WAS LEIK HI AND YOUR SON WAS LEIK 'LEAVE ME ALONE GRAMPA GOSH'. But seriously, teach your kid manners. Tell him to come and get his friend, too. He's been sitting in the hot tub here for three days straight, and he hasn't budged an inch."



"OW! MY BACK! IT HURTS!"

Mary Munny takes time out of her busy schedule to have the flu. This is massively inconvenient - no dating, no parties, no contact till it's gone, and she's supposed to have a concert tonight! She got herself up out of bed and went to work anyway, and I got the notice that she was healthy again along with the one about being late and the bosses not being impressed. The bosses can suck it - this is Mary Munny, Goddess of Rock, and she'll show or not just as she pleases.

Lord knows, I can't control her!


Goz Hawkins was just heading inside after a game of catch with his grandson and hugging his oldest girl, intending to relax next to his wife in case she woke up frisky from her nap, when he encountered this fella. Well, if now's the time...and he does need to have a little talk with his first wife before his second one arrives. He accepts his tiki drink and fades away. His alien not-quite-granddaughter is politely bidding her not-quite-aunt goodby behind him.

Goz may go quietly, but Kitty is far from resigned. Food has lost its savor because everything tastes like tears. He was supposed to die in her arms, goshdarn it!

She can't bear to lie alone in that bed, so she leaves it to her daughter and son-in-law and puts herself to bed in the twins' old room.