Why hello there!  Imagine seeing you again so soon!  I have been having a BLAST playing the MacTavishes in Bridgeport, and I thought it was only fair that I share the fun-times.  Of course this means we’re actually getting pretty close to the time when I let you guys choose the one worthy of producing the next generation.  But until then, the MacTavish saga continues!

Talulla:  “No Jethro, that’s so totally not how you throw a ball…”

Talulla: “…THIS is how you throw a ball!”

Jethro:  “Like this Loola?”

Jethro:  “OMG!!  I can throw a ball like a big boy now!  SO EXCITED!!!!”

Yeah, I left a couple of balls on the lot, from the previous house that was here because I thought I couldn’t find them in buy mode (but I can) and now, if Talulla isn’t communing with the sprinklers, she is forcing her family to ‘play catch’ with here.  I never knew ‘Loves the Outdoors’ was so annoying!

Lucretia:   “OMG I LOVE THIS GAME!!”

The game that she loves?  Shortly after this shot she drove her taxi into several other cars causing them to burst into big fiery balls of flame! No wonder she loves the game :D.

Chance:  “I love my new house, and I love my new City!  I’ll just clasp my hands together in a manly fashion and sway…”

Talulla:  “Dude.  I told you that just because we moved to Bridgeport didn’t mean that Keanu Reeves would be driving our school bus…”

Jethro:  “It so totally is Keanu!”

Talulla:  “Is not!”

Jethro:  “Is too!”

You get the picture right?  Despite being twins, these two have higher relationships with their younger siblings than they do with each other.

Hello new paperboy, we’ll be keeping our eye on you.

New Paperboy:  “You will?  Uh… I’m moving to Simberia now…”

And that was the last we saw of the paperboy with the interesting cheek-bones.

Delicia:  “Hello new family!  It is I, Delicia with the perky boobies!”

This is the MacTavishes new maid.  She spends most of her time making beds and carrying laundry and looking pert and mischievous.  I kind of like her, I’ll inflict Jethro upon her I think.

This is Jupiter Belle, adopted son of Lola Belle.  We’ll be keeping our eyes on him for sure!

Talulla:  “So?  Whats your sign?”

Torrey:  “Something compatible with yours!”

Torrey:  “I’m smokin now!  Thanks for the make-over!”

If you couldn’t guess from the hair, Torrey is one of the many children my Simself had… I believe he’s a triplet.  Yeah I moved my Sim family over to Bridgeport as well to keep the MacTavishes company.

Betty:  “I sense one of my children is being rejected for romantic interactions…”

Talulla:  “You could always thank me with smoochies!”

Torrey: “Er…”

Torrey:  “Sorry babe, I’m just too hot for you now.”

Talulla:  “I only wanted kisses…”

And I was worried that no-one would use the study… Actually I need Betty to stop working compulsively long enough to paint something impressive enough to break-up all that wall.

As in life, Marsh finds the lure of the Music box too much to resist.

Ghost-Marsh:  “Music boxes are so soothing… Lalalala.”

Betty:  “Our new house is large and sparkley, this makes me so happy I look angry.”

Betty: “But you’d think a Hit-movie composer would have more than 3 celebrity stars.  Obviously your music must suck.”

Chance:  “*Choke*”

Chance:  “If you don’t like my music, you can always get on your bike you know!”

Betty:  “No thanks, I like it here.”

Breakfast is when all the random conversations happen in the MacTavish house.

OMG IT’S LOLA BELLE!!!1!!1!! And she’s hanging out at the MacTavish private cemetery for MacTavishes that were not Heirs.

Chance:  “OMG!  Is that Lola Belle?!”

Meanwhile…

Jethro:  “Time is money friend!”

Be that as it may, it is now time to GET YOUR ARSE ON THE SCHOOL BUS!

Talulla:  “Seriously lady, our brother is coming… He’s just a little eccentric.”

Lucretia:  “Bat-sh*t crazy you mean right Loola?”

And then…

WTF Chance?

Chance:  “Who am I to say no to Lola Belle’s amorous advances?”

Uh? A man happily married to his high-school sweetheart? FU Chance!

Later that evening…

Lil Bling:  “Put ’em up!  Put ’em up!  I’ll beat down anyone who says my name is a girls name!”

I wonder who ever could be daring enough to attack a guest at the MacTavish Household?

Lil Bling:  “No!  Not the face!  Not the face!”

Lucretia:  “And you better believe that when I say ‘Lil’ is a girls name, it means that YOUR name is a girls name b*tch!”

Awww, that’s my girl.  😀

Jethro:  “So I hear you totally wailed on that Bling guy… You’re scary like an overly happy lake monster*.”

Lucretia:  “I eat those for supper!”

*(c) Miss Miserie.  The Southern Prettacy: A Parody of Rednecks.

Gilbert:  “So Lil?  Would a flower make you feel better?  Seeing as my little sister did beat you up and all?”

Betty:  “Hahahahaha!  *breath*  hahahahahaha!”

Apparently, the MacTavishes have lost all respect for Lil.  I guess that happens when you have your ass handed to you by a child.

Therese:  “So how are you liking your new house Mrs MacTavish?”

Ghost-Kaylynn:  “Uh…do I know you?”

Therese is another one of my Simself’s children.  Here she is hanging out by the grave stones in the wee small hours.  Seriously, she didn’t leave until about 4.30am!

Reuben Littler:  “Did I do that?”

Okay, so before he moved, I think Chance completed most if not all the charisma challenges… At least I hope that explains how he can make friends while he is sleeping.

Later that evening…

Lucretia:  “Finally!  I can engage in nefarious deeds!”

Jethro:  “Go Lucy!  It’s your birthday!”

Lucretia:  “Just you guys wait, I’m going to grow up to be totally awesome!”

Lucretia:  “See!  I told you I’d be awesome!”

Lucretia is the only one of the kids to break away from the Kaylynn dominated genetics of the MacTavish family.

Chance:  “Darling?  Do you really think you should be playing chess by yourself?”

Betty:  “I’m perfectly fine!”

Chance:  “I’m not doubting you love.  Just you’re awfully scary…Just saying.”

There just aren’t enough hours in the Sim day for me to keep Betty up-to-date with her skilling requirements.  At the moment both her logic and lectures portions of her job requirements are angry red men.  Add to that the fact she’s only on painting level 8, she makes me want to pull my hair out.  Particularly when she autonomously jumps on an instrument or the sculpting station when she is supposed to be working on the above mentioned skills (Except lectures…which is something she can choose to do at her job… except her workaholism means she automatically chooses to power-work).  FU Betty!  FU!

OMG Chance is famous enough to be stalked by paparazzi!  However I drew the line at him being stalked by vampire paparazzi, no matter how attractive her exotic good looks are…or even if she has purple eyes!

(Vampires age very slowly right?  Hmmm… Gilbert needs to get his arse out there NAOW!)

Idle maid is idle.  I wonder what she is looking at?

Oh, Chance is leaving for work, leaving her all alone in the Massive MacTavish Mansion.  Eh, it’ll be fine.

Delicia:  “Mwahahaha!  Now all of the family jewels will be MINE!”

I’m not worried, because she continued to stand there like an idiot, cackling every so often (which kind of clued me into the fact that she might just be EVIL) until Jethro came home from school and asked her to hang out.  It was then I learned that she is also a slob.  Which explains why the toilets are starting to look disgusting.  Delicia DOES NOT do toilets apparently.

So, who would have thought fencing and gates and junk would be so expensive? In order to rustle up a little more cash, I had Chance hold an autograph session in front of the theatre.  OMGWTFBBQ!  I don’t know if it’s because it’s Bridgeport (and the Sims are obsessed with celebrities) but it was CHAOS!  You can probably tell seeing as the plumbob has made a not-so-discreet appearance.

Lucretia:  “So as much as I like you and all, it’s time for you and your perky boobies to go home.”

Delicia honestly appeared as if she was preparing to move-in on the sole basis of being asked to hang out that one time.

Chance:  “OMG!  My son is a genius!  That’s so awesome!”

Yes Chance, and he’s been a genius since he was born.  I guess he didn’t get that from you huh?  *Quickly checks*  Nope, it appears that this apple was from a genetically modified branch grafted onto the special apple tree that is Chance!

This chapter seemed more awesome when I was picking pictures and putting it together, than it turned out to be.  But I have more MacTavish hi-jinks incoming!  I’ll pull my socks up for the next chapter.  I promise.