Welcome back to the Absolutely Crazy Matriarchy! Last time, we watched as our heir Susan left home and headed off to Academie Le Tour! "Do I have to stay in this dorm?" Until I get you a greek house, yes. "Le Tour doesn't have Greek Houses, remember?" Crud. I'll just have to shift you to Sim State then.
You need new clothes and a makeover first. This stuff is a tad...ew. "All right then. Ooh, I like this!" I do too.
Here's Susan with her makeover, a definite improvement. I've gotten her to scour the Campus directory for her future mate. "Hello? Is this Blazej Hourvitz?" What a name.
What a face! Quite handsome, despite the crazy 'do. "Can we keep him?" If the chemistry is good, yes.
"May I offer you a makeover?" "Why, yes. I feel that my mohawk is getting a little dated." Obsolete, you mean. "Who said that?" "Oh, that's Fire. You get used to her."
"What? What's wrong?" "Errr,I just need to take a bit more off the sides..." Liar. You screwed up bad. "I heard that! I want a mirror!"
"Ahh, that's better." "Knew I'd get it right in the end." Very nice work, Susan.
"So, Blazej, do you like my new look?" "I'd tap that!" Hmm, only one bolt. I suspect that Blazej has a circumstantial turn-on, like formal or something.
I guess I'd better explain the whole legacy thing to you, Blazej. "Oh, this is a legacy? That explains everything." You in? "Well, sure."
"Man, cafeteria food stinks. I want my own place." Yeah, I'm sick of dorm living too. I think I might persuade the Bank of Motherlode to give you a grant for a Greek House. "Awesome."
"You're, like, so hot, Blazej." Ugh, the mushiness! Get a room!
...And there it is. The first kiss of the Legacy Lovebirds. "Mmmph!"
"Hi, dad. Look, I've met this guy..." “What does he think of legacies?” "He's fine with them..." “Go get him, sweetheart.”
Right. I've had it. Motherloding time. *munch munch* "Cool." That's all you have to say? "Hel-lo, eating here!"
And here is Annya-Nagard-Cham House. A tad excessive, perhaps. I might tone it down for the next generation. "Does it have a hot tub?" ..Yes. "Goody!"
"So, Susan, can I be your placeholder? Pretty please?" "Nup, I have someone in mind. Plus, you're an annoying cheerleader." I've chosen a girl called Shenene to be the eventual placeholder.
I love how greek housers can do this. It's so... easy. "Zzzzz..."
Aww, true love. "What is the llama doing here?" "Absolutely no idea."
"It's cold. Why am I out here?" To skill for your LTW. I want it achieved before you leave college. "Brrrr..."
This was one of Susan's wants, so I fulfilled it to keep her happy until I finish her LTW. Best leave them alone for a bit.
"The hat is stupid. It's cold. I want to go home!" The hat helps. You are wearing a jacket. You are home. You're such a whiner, Susan.
This guy has been here for three days straight. He han't left the bubble blower. Mascots are so annoying!
"How's my skilling doing?" Just charisma, logic and cleaning to go now. "Almost there."
"No more! No more skilling!" C'mon. You know you want perma-plat. "Rrrgh!"
Last point, Susan! "I am up to my knees in snow. I am glowing. It is one o'clock in the morning. I am OVER this!" Come on, you can do this.
Awesome. All skills maxed. But why the book? You don't need them any more. "I look scholarly." Riiiight. LTW status: achieved.
"Hey, junior year! Getting close to graduation!" I'm surprised I've stuck with this for so long. "So am I." Oh ye of little faith.
"This is way better than the cafeteria slop." You're different to your mother. She hates chili. "So do I. But it's better than cafeteria slop." *headdesk*
Susan has reached senior year, and has asked the lovely Shenene to move in and placehold. I have plans for Shenene. "Such as?" If you have a son... "Ah."
Another term paper? "Yep. I want honours, I gotta put in the work." True. Back to studying.
"I'm getting sick of this." C'mon, you said it yourself. You want Summa Cum Laude, you work for it. *groan*
Susan has maxed her Science enthusiasm, incidentally. Got the shiny plaque and everything.
Watcha painting? "A painting. Duh. Ask a stupid question..." I might leave you alone. "You do that."
"Woohoo, only one semester left!" *sigh of relief*
Shenene! Did you break the TV? "..." "She can't hear you, Fire. Look, you make her take a shower. I'll fix the TV." I should let her zap herself.
"C'mon, that's not fair." Is so. She broke the other TV, two computers, the dishwasher, and a stereo. "You have plans for her, remember?" Only thing keeping her alive.
"Yay! Graduation!" Susan has graduated Summa Cum Laude, with a perfect GPA score. "Party time!"
"I can't believe my little girl has finally graduated! It seems like only yesterday she left home." And it'll be only tomorrow that she comes back! "Uh oh."
The party went well. Almost got a snoozer score, since Blazej kept poking the poor cheerleader. "She was askin' fer it." "Ooop, what's going on?"
Ick. I hate one-pieces on Sims. "Ooh, confetti!"
And that's it for Chapter 2.1. College is over, for now! Tune in next time for the beginning of Generation Three: will Susan be able to provide an heir? Will she top her career track? Only time will tell!