Gissing Legacy, 3.5
Jul. 7th, 2008 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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| Since George and Marisa died, Harry has been hitting the grape juice plus hard. And in the morning, too. (A thousand points to anyone who gets the grape juice plus reference. Except ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small} potter47. Because that's just not fair.) |
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| At least he can still strut like a proper romance sim. |
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| Brandon, on the other hand, proves once again that he makes a better family sim. Just look at him! We interrupt your regularly scheduled legacy update with Spare Wedding Spam! |
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| First, we have the lovely Gwen and her fiance Aiden. Her whole family comes to her wedding, including party pooper Karen in the background. |
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| Aiden: We can do better than that. What do you say, Gwen? |
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| Gwen: mnmnnbnm |
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| Brandon: Gee, that looks like fun! *grabs Marianne and plants one on her* |
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| Harry: *jumps on Karen: *plays pool* |
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| Aiden: Cake. Cake. CAKE. CAKE. |
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| Gwen: You want some cake, sweetie? |
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| Gwen: You really want some cake? |
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| Gwen: Here you go! |
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| Gwen: Haha, you should see your face! I bet that's how you'll look when you give birth to our children! Aiden: *chokes* |
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| Gwen: I wish Freetime was available for Macs. I've always wanted a violin. Karen: Oh, yes. Music is lovely. If we had a violin, Ricky would serenade me all-- |
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| Gwen: I guess we've got to stick to books for now. Karen: Ricky loves reading. He and I read lots of amazing books together. Sometimes we read all night long, hehe. *grins* Reading is great. |
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| Harry and Brenda: *miss dinner* |
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| Aiden: You gonna eat that cake, Karen? Are you? |
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| No wedding would be complete without a pillow fight. |
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| Karen, STOP IT! |
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| 'Sup, Sweeney? |
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| Pool party! |
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| Look who else decided to crash the party! It's Karen's daddy Random and Random's girlfriend Jadis. |
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| Mr Mad Scientist raids Gwen and Aiden's fridge. |
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| Random: Mmmmm. |
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| 3Random: Taste's like... newlywed. |
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| Gwen: Hello? Little help here? I've managed to gain twenty pounds in three sim minutes... |
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| Gwen: ...and I really have to pee. What's stopping you? |
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| Oh. |
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| Sweeney: Get out of my sight, you unnatural green thing. Gwen: LOL It's my bathroom! |
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| Aiden: Dude, this is our bathroom, GTFO! |
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| Random: A little privacy, please? |
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| Aiden: *has good party* Sweeney: What the hell is wrong with these people? |
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| Honeymoon time! |
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| Someone looks excited. |
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| Um... |
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| o_O |
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| Aiden: How was your trip, honey? Gwen: Oh, lovely! And now for Karen and Ricky's nuptials... |
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| Brandon: You're in my chair. Harry: Dad-- Brandon: You're in my chair. Harry: They weren't assigned-- Brandon: You're in my chair. Harry: Just because Karen's not really your-- Brandon: You're in my chair. Harry: *sigh* |
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| Guess what these two got up to the second they moved in, even before I could snag one of them to invite the guests? |
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| I think Marianne and Brandon enjoy weddings too much. |
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| Karen: *stuffs Ricky's face* |
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| Ricky: Oh, that was hilarious! Karen: I know, wasn't it? |
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| Brandon: Someday us Gissings will take over the planet. Harry: Whatever you say, dad. |
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| Ricky: So, what do you say when everyone leaves we go... read a good book? *wink wink nudge nudge* Karen: Shh, Ricky, not in front of Harriet! |
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| No wedding is complete without-- Ricky! That's not your wife! |
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| You again? You here to commandeer the bathroom? |
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| Oh. That explains a lot, actually. |
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| Shut up, Leslie. You're just jealous because he's the more famous serial killer. |
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| Sweeney: You set fire to the microwave? No no no. That's too unpredictable... |
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| Sweeney: You've got try something with a little more flair, more class. Leslie: *belches* |
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| What's a wedding without a rousing game of kicky bag? |
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| Or evil plotting, for that matter? |
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| Leslie: You're right, everybody has these things. They'd never suspect... |
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| Ricky does a marginally better job than Aiden making it to his honeymoon. |
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| Back home, Brandon makes a fool of himself in front of Wendelin Sleekeasy. |
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| While Harry is much more low key and sensible. |
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| Marianne: Well, aren't you just the cutest little thing. What's your name, little one? Elliott: Stop it, Grandma, you're scaring me. |
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| Marianne: It's time for you to become a big boy, cutie pie. Elliott: Perfect. |
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| Elliott: Just perfect. |
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| Let's try that again... |
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And here's the birthday boy. |
