Hello, Astrid! We can't properly see her in all her YA glory while she's standing in front of that wall, but I'll get a picture in a minute when she comes home! I love how her ears stick out through her hair. :D It's so cute!
Welcome back to the Hyde Alphebetacy!
Welcome back to the Hyde Alphebetacy!
Astrid's prom photo and crown.
Achille's prom photo and crown.
Amy's prom photo.
Arwen's prom photo. Looks like she changed back into her athletic clothes at the dance. *facepalm*
Astrid's back! :D Doesn't she look grown-up?
Quick head-shot. :D
Astrid: *looks poetically serene*
Astrid: *looks poetically serene*
We invite Abraham over to age him up. He doesn't look bad, interesting genetics, that's for sure. xD Astrid is not interested. She's too busy cooking.
Post-makeover Abraham. He's a friendly, excitable, virtuoso loner who can't stand art. He loves pop music, grilled cheese and the colour black. His lifetime wish is to become a Star News Anchor.
Now she's interested.
Our heir wastes no time in getting to know her new husband.
Astrid: You're as hot as the sun, baby.
Astrid: You're as hot as the sun, baby.
Astrid: Flowers! They're purple, like you!
First kiss, go!
Astrid: I love you.
Abraham: I love you too.
So, I really want a proper wedding for these guys so I can invite the spares, but I don't want to wait for generation B. Solution! I'll knock Astrid up, then have the wedding!
Astrid: Wait, what?
Abraham: I love you too.
So, I really want a proper wedding for these guys so I can invite the spares, but I don't want to wait for generation B. Solution! I'll knock Astrid up, then have the wedding!
Astrid: Wait, what?
Yeah, Amy, way to interrupt Astrid's big moment.
Arwen plays the invisible clarinet when she ages up. Seriously, guys, stop upstaging your sister!
Astrid: Marry me please?
Abraham: Yes! Yes I will!
Abraham: Yes! Yes I will!
Astrid and Abraham: *hugs*
Okay, now that that's done, the triplets can have their moment of fame.
Okay, now that that's done, the triplets can have their moment of fame.
Young adult Amy got Lucky as her new trait. She also got the lifetime wish of Rock Star.
Arwen gained Frugal as the new trait, and CEO of a Mega-Corporation as her lifetime wish.
Achille's final trait was Shy, and he got the lifetime wish of Golden Tongue, Golden Fingers back when Astrid did.
Astrid: I'm sooooooo evil.
So I follow the tradition and let the new YA sims spend one final night in their old rooms. Astrid and Abraham get to work on generation B.
So I follow the tradition and let the new YA sims spend one final night in their old rooms. Astrid and Abraham get to work on generation B.
Awww, I remember when they were children and sleeping in those bunk beds.
Achille, Amy and Arwen all moved out together, and now we're set for Generation B to arrive!
Achille, Amy and Arwen all moved out together, and now we're set for Generation B to arrive!
Ah, pranks. This is never going to get old. :D
Summer: You drive like a rock.
Astrid: Sure, Mum, sure. You're just jealous that I'm winning.
Astrid: Sure, Mum, sure. You're just jealous that I'm winning.
It's time for the wedding! Astrid strolls down the aisle.
Abraham really needs the toilet. Save it till after you're married!
The guests are all very touched, except for Dorrogon who doesn't have the attention span needed for a wedding. In case you're wondering who they are - Armando and Artix are sitting in the back row, Aeryn and Rachael (Armando's fiance) are sitting in the middle row, and Summer is obviously in the front row. Corinne and Mocha (Artix's wife and Aeryn's husband) were invited but didn't turn up. Rude.
I don't think Dorrie and Summer quite understand what's going on.
Dorrogon: Chairs. Why are there so many chairs on my lawn?
Dorrogon: Chairs. Why are there so many chairs on my lawn?
Oh wait, maybe Summer does know what's going on. She's throwing.... rice? Okay then.
Astrid: Mmm. Good cake.
Oh Abraham. *sigh* At least you waited until after the wedding, I suppose.
And we herald in the new generation! Meet the first 'B' baby in CHAPTER SIXTEEN! And comment!