Van Dort Family, Sunday, Week 1
Nov. 27th, 2011 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_sec_simsWell well, back again I come, with an update about my favorite adorable kid Sim. You don't want to hear me blather on about why this updates come with such large gaps (blame tumblr), so let's get right into it:
William: I'm starting to agree with Nell about this dog.
Hang in there, he's almost housebroken.
Mayhew: Yeah, Mister Van Dort, all you have to do is give him a little more training! I've got him to be respectful of our personal belongings.
Which is good, because Nell would probably kill him if he chewed on a chair.
Victor: *thinking* How did Father become best friends with Mayhew if he's ignoring him for that book?
Mayhew doesn't care what his employers think -- he likes Scraps. I do too.
Victor and Nell work to better their minds and maybe gains some hobby enthusiasm (at least on Nell's part). It does pay off -- Nell gets her membership card to the Games hobby lot. I'll have to take a peek at that one -- doesn't Cheshire have a card. . . ?
William: That's right, you silly dog! You go OUTSIDE.
Scraps: *files this information away* *becomes fully housebroken*
Yay! I wasn't fond of those puddles either.
Mayhew's off at his Business job, so William visits Van Dort fish alone today to continue to build up some inventory.
Will. Seriously. Two boots in a row? YOU HAVE A BRONZE FISHING BADGE AND ARE USING THE SPECIAL LURE. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.
That's more like it.
A rainbow trout! Will's first catch of that type. Good going, Will!
And then he hooks himself, so I think it's time to stop fishing for today. >.>
Since all this fishing has raised William's Nature hobby level way up, I have him hunt some bugs before leaving. He doesn't catch anything, sadly. But on the plus side, the shelves are fully stocked, so we might be able to open the store for a hour or two next time! Make some profit!
Back at home, Victor is trying something else out in terms of creativity. I'm wondering if I'll actually be able to get him to max it before he's a teen.
And downstairs. . .it's probably a very good thing your friend doesn't have a videophone, Nell, because that face you've got right now is kind of creepy. O.o
Here, have some Victor being adorable with Scraps to take your mind off of it.
Victor and William share an inside joke. It's both sweet and sad that this Victor has a halfway decent relationship with his parents -- mostly because I know this was probably not the case for canon Victor.
Scraps! How do you keep doing that? I can't even see you behind that garbage can, how do you keep knocking it over?!
Nell: NO! BAD DOG! FILTHY CREATURE! Why Victor likes you is an absolute mystery to me.
Maybe you'll understand once Scraps fully learns to be clean? Give him a bath and praise him for it, that should do the trick.
Nell: No, that's my son's job.
All right, all right. . .
Dunno what your problem is with this little dog, Scraps. Does she smell bad? (Or good, since you're a filthy little creature?)
Mayhew: I just got a promotion to Field Sales Representative AND got a hobby lot membership card thanks to a chance card-- why do I have to pick up the garbage can?
Because you're there and you're technically the "hired help."
Oooh, looks like someone just discovered kids can't wash pets.
Nell: Oh, do be quiet.
Nell: So you've finally learned to be clean, have you? Then lick up this puddle for me, mutt.
Scraps: Arf??
Meanwhile, Victor is adorable with blocks, because I figured I might as well indulge his predestined hobby of Tinkering for a bit.
He also calls up Alice to get closer to making friends. "Yeah, it snowed! First snow of winter! It -- only lasted about five minutes, but. . . ."
No worries, kid -- by the time I leave this lot, a real snow will be falling from the sky and covering everything.
Nell: So, when do you get a proper desk job and white-collar work? I want to brag to people that even our driver is moving up in the world.
Mayhew: Field Sales Rep is a very prestigious position, Mrs. Van Dort! I don't need to sit at a desk to be considered white-collar! I punch in the same as anyone else!
Nell: But anyone associated with this family shouldn't be like "anyone else!" Also, why did it take you so long to answer?
Mayhew: We are watching TV here.
While all that's going on, I decide to go ahead and spend a bit of Mayhew's bonus on a pond for the backyard. Too bad the winter weather means its frozen over and isn't fishable. *sigh*
And our story ends with everyone hitting the sack and me showing off William's acquisitions -- an empty bug box, and a map to the Mysterious Hut in Twikki Island. This neighborhood is map central -- I like it. :D
Hopefully that was enjoyable -- I always have plenty of pictures for this lot, at least. Up next, whenever that is, are the Liddells! And possibly a hobby lot visit, depending on if Cheshire has a card or not. . . .
William: I'm starting to agree with Nell about this dog.
Hang in there, he's almost housebroken.
Mayhew: Yeah, Mister Van Dort, all you have to do is give him a little more training! I've got him to be respectful of our personal belongings.
Which is good, because Nell would probably kill him if he chewed on a chair.
Victor: *thinking* How did Father become best friends with Mayhew if he's ignoring him for that book?
Mayhew doesn't care what his employers think -- he likes Scraps. I do too.
Victor and Nell work to better their minds and maybe gains some hobby enthusiasm (at least on Nell's part). It does pay off -- Nell gets her membership card to the Games hobby lot. I'll have to take a peek at that one -- doesn't Cheshire have a card. . . ?
William: That's right, you silly dog! You go OUTSIDE.
Scraps: *files this information away* *becomes fully housebroken*
Yay! I wasn't fond of those puddles either.
Mayhew's off at his Business job, so William visits Van Dort fish alone today to continue to build up some inventory.
Will. Seriously. Two boots in a row? YOU HAVE A BRONZE FISHING BADGE AND ARE USING THE SPECIAL LURE. YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS.
That's more like it.
A rainbow trout! Will's first catch of that type. Good going, Will!
And then he hooks himself, so I think it's time to stop fishing for today. >.>
Since all this fishing has raised William's Nature hobby level way up, I have him hunt some bugs before leaving. He doesn't catch anything, sadly. But on the plus side, the shelves are fully stocked, so we might be able to open the store for a hour or two next time! Make some profit!
Back at home, Victor is trying something else out in terms of creativity. I'm wondering if I'll actually be able to get him to max it before he's a teen.
And downstairs. . .it's probably a very good thing your friend doesn't have a videophone, Nell, because that face you've got right now is kind of creepy. O.o
Here, have some Victor being adorable with Scraps to take your mind off of it.
Victor and William share an inside joke. It's both sweet and sad that this Victor has a halfway decent relationship with his parents -- mostly because I know this was probably not the case for canon Victor.
Scraps! How do you keep doing that? I can't even see you behind that garbage can, how do you keep knocking it over?!
Nell: NO! BAD DOG! FILTHY CREATURE! Why Victor likes you is an absolute mystery to me.
Maybe you'll understand once Scraps fully learns to be clean? Give him a bath and praise him for it, that should do the trick.
Nell: No, that's my son's job.
All right, all right. . .
Dunno what your problem is with this little dog, Scraps. Does she smell bad? (Or good, since you're a filthy little creature?)
Mayhew: I just got a promotion to Field Sales Representative AND got a hobby lot membership card thanks to a chance card-- why do I have to pick up the garbage can?
Because you're there and you're technically the "hired help."
Oooh, looks like someone just discovered kids can't wash pets.
Nell: Oh, do be quiet.
Nell: So you've finally learned to be clean, have you? Then lick up this puddle for me, mutt.
Scraps: Arf??
Meanwhile, Victor is adorable with blocks, because I figured I might as well indulge his predestined hobby of Tinkering for a bit.
He also calls up Alice to get closer to making friends. "Yeah, it snowed! First snow of winter! It -- only lasted about five minutes, but. . . ."
No worries, kid -- by the time I leave this lot, a real snow will be falling from the sky and covering everything.
Nell: So, when do you get a proper desk job and white-collar work? I want to brag to people that even our driver is moving up in the world.
Mayhew: Field Sales Rep is a very prestigious position, Mrs. Van Dort! I don't need to sit at a desk to be considered white-collar! I punch in the same as anyone else!
Nell: But anyone associated with this family shouldn't be like "anyone else!" Also, why did it take you so long to answer?
Mayhew: We are watching TV here.
While all that's going on, I decide to go ahead and spend a bit of Mayhew's bonus on a pond for the backyard. Too bad the winter weather means its frozen over and isn't fishable. *sigh*
And our story ends with everyone hitting the sack and me showing off William's acquisitions -- an empty bug box, and a map to the Mysterious Hut in Twikki Island. This neighborhood is map central -- I like it. :D
Hopefully that was enjoyable -- I always have plenty of pictures for this lot, at least. Up next, whenever that is, are the Liddells! And possibly a hobby lot visit, depending on if Cheshire has a card or not. . . .
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Date: 2011-12-19 07:03 am (UTC)Hurrrgh. I love when Sim teeth jump down below the chin line.
It's hard to keep Sims as maids or butlers or coachmen when they can make like fifty thousand dollars a day.
Five minutes of Sim snow is... let's see... about a day and a quarter in our world. Not too shabby.
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Date: 2011-12-21 03:16 am (UTC)Gotta love the glitches in this game, huh?
*snork* I know, right? Still, it's fun to pretend.
This is a point. I'd hate to know what a full night's worth of snow adds up to. (Probably an emergency condition.)