Meet Aria Crescendo, who is very, very adorable, and will be forced to name all of her descendants after song titles. Aria IS lucky, clearly, because she gets to escape this naming trend - while I know there are songs called "Aria," she is not named after one of them. Her favourite colour is turquoise, shown up there to pretty much match her eyes, fancy that, and she also loves lobster thermidor and - Chinese music? She will not be allowed anywhere near a stereo anytime in the near future, I can guarantee that. She wants to make twenty friends which - well, you'll see how that turned out.
This is her little beach bungalow in Sunset Valley. We ran out of money before getting to do siding, oh well. Oh, and that roof was changed VERY quickly.
ARIA: I got this couch? SWEET!
Overhead view of the house. God bless cheap custom content.
Now for a brief tour of the house. Especially brief because it is a three-room house, after all.
The view directly to the left when you enter the house. Tiny little kitchen complete with tiny little table. That door against the back wall leads to the bathroom, btw.
Directly across from the kitchen, the living room/office. Clearly I chose non-functional decorative objects over siding. I have no regrets.
Her bedroom also has a dresser that you can't see. And another decorative shelving unit that must have been really cheap and/or have a high environment score.
And the bathroom! Basic, with a plant for, again, environment. Never say I'm not considerate to Aria's needs.
Now that we have a house, we should definitely get out of it. This is a legacy, so we're either going spouse-hunting or working on her LTW. Luckily for Aria, these two things are not mutually exclusive.
We find a house full of YA Sims that just happened to pop up down the road. Magic. Anyway, first to greet Aria is Sam O'Ryan. SAM! I played him in a house last summer, a house where his sole purpose was to provide for the household so that his roommate could be a whore. He was full of win, and I love him.
Now that THAT little bit of bias is out of the way . . .
This is Ruby Lokk, from rh at GoS. Normally I wouldn't condone that sort of top, but Ruby's gorgeous so damn.
Why, hello there, beautiful! This is a gorgeously revamped version of Connor Frio by Kittehbomb's sims. In my game, his name is apparently Liam Hennigan. And he is gorgeous, and I did NOT see that coming from a Frio. Hot damn.
Sara Carson, whose template came from the Exchange, I believe.
Baxter Bouvier, by the talented sixamsims!
Jesse Fox, who probably comes from some Asian site that, again, I regrettably am not organized enough to credit.
Jacob Reese, whom is very cute and is made by Jour at GoS.
And finally, we have Christopher McCann, and again, no idea where he's from. I begin to pay attention to this in the future, I swear. If I were Liam, however, I would be very apprehensive about the fact that Christopher is talking about boxing and is very close to certain sensitive parts of the anatomy. Christopher, be gentle! I may want to use those parts of Liam's anatomy!
Jacob seems to have cornered a less-than-enthusiastic Aria. Aria, you need to make friends. Try to at least look, if not enthusiastic, then HAPPY, at the very least.
Sam takes offense to Aria's bored expression. Sam! Don't forget how awesome you used to be! ACT AWESOME.
ARIA: You know what, I'm . . . tired. Yes, tired. Maybe I'll go now?
The next morning begins with an ominous sort of hope as Aria cooks her first meal ever.
ARIA: Zen. I am completely zen.
It seems her calmness about cooking for the first time in her life pays off - she actually made a normal quality meal! Score!
She reluctantly called somebody up with the intention of hosting the first ever visitor to her home.
P.S. Ngl, I actually took this picture to show off the amazing iPhone default replacement. Cheers, Fresh Prince.
Jacob Reese showed up, and they picked up right where they had left off the night before - complete awkwardness. Nice. To quote Chandler Bing, could you BE any farther apart on the couch?
Much better. He's cute, Aria, but no pressure. As long as you become friends with him, I won't force you to reproduce with him. Ah, the joys of having a social LTW, right?
LIAM: I hear the political career is good for a lot of money. You're in that career, right?
As a matter of fact, Liam, she IS! (She rolled the want, and I obliged her. Non-career-related LTW and all that jazz.) I think it's a match made in heaven - he's all for the political career, and I'm all for his genetics. Aria's feelings don't factor into this.
Somehow, though, I think she's okay with this too.
REALLY okay with this. I hope she's just as okay with those pictures never being moved from above her bed, because the Clark Gable and Cary Grant expressions are cracking me up. Oh, you voyeuristic foxes, you!
ARIA: So, he's kind of a jerk, but he's really, really ridiculously good-looking, and that's important, right? What do you think?
Talking through your problems to YOURSELF in the first update? I think I broke Aria.
The face of a politician, ladies and gentlemen!
After a long day at work, Aria didn't feel up for cooking, so she decided to go the bistro for dinner.
Okay, there may have been some ulterior motives involved.
ARIA: Marry me! :DDD
LIAM: Oh, God . . . *looks around to make sure no one he knows is watching this embarrassing debacle*
Obviously he turned her down.
Well, I wish I could say this is unexpected, but it's not. On that note, I would like to extend a "YOU'RE FUCKED" to Liam. You can turn down her marriage proposal, but that doesn't stop the fact that she's pregnant with your bastard child.
Aria is the most serene pregnant Sim. Other than throwing up multiple times, she's just the happiest little thing.
Why do I feel like this isn't improving your charisma skill?
And we have a boy! His name is Luca, and he likes white and peanut butter & jelly (bland!) as well as pop music. Oh, and he rolled athletic and friendly as his first traits. And I've got to give a shout out to Aria - damn girl, you lost that pregnancy weight quick! HOLLA!
After spending the rest of the evening with her new son, the first thing Aria does in the morning is call up her babydaddy, Liam. This is Aria's sexy look.
This is Liam's. I am terrified. Dear God.
LIAM: How you doin'?
PLEASE LEAVE NOW.
Now I REALLY wish Liam had left after that "sexy" look he gave Aria. Clearly she found it irresistible. Know what was clear to me? THE BABY CHIMES. How apt that you two are thinking about your day-old son as you are about to have another one.
ARIA: Okay, let me paint a picture for you. You, in my bed, but while you're there, you're getting tax benefits! And healthcare benefits! And you'll be with, well, I'm moving up in the political world, that's got to have some clout, right?
GODDAMNIT LIAM. DID OUR APPEAL TO ~LOGIC NOT COMPEL YOU?
LIAM: Really? You think I'd be cut out for a life of THIS?
. . . Point taken.
However, I think we may be passing the point of you having a choice in this. Also, note to Aria: Get used to a life of being tired, dear. It's kind of a given when you get knocked up with a jerkass boyfriend who refuses to commit to marriage and a newborn infant already in the house. Oh, muffin.
NEXT TIME, birth, toddlers, skilling, oh my! Oh, and Aria goes after Liam with a vengeance. Which could not possibly backfire, no way.
Current Music: dustbowl dance: mumford & sons