I’m here! I’m here! Don’t worry!
When we last left off, our pretty alien founder, Heama, finished upgrading her rocket, flew back home, met a local, brought him back and married him. Also, I threw out my back and have been on bed rest for about a week and a half now. I played most of this chapter before I hurt myself and then played the last bit after.
I figured I’d post this chapter before I took my pain medication and got all loopy :D.
We start this chapter off completing a whim that Heama has had locked since she finished building her rocket. She wants to go on a mission.
Bye darling, safe travels.
A Mysterious Message
Once in orbit, Heama gets an odd message from the International Sims Station. It’s badly garbled and makes little sense. Heama decides to fly over and check it out.
A Strange Spectacle
Heama arrives at the seemingly undamaged station, but hears some odd laughter echoing down the halls. She follows the strange sounds to the mess hall, where some clearly deranged astronauts are throwing bricks of freeze-dried ice cream at each other. What should Heama do?
Talk Sense into Them
-> Confiscate ‘Weapons’ <-
It seems fairly obvious at this point that the crew has completely lost their marbles. Heama sneaks through the fight and grabs the box of food, hiding it away so they won’t waste them. Heama returns to the rocket and contacts command, who will send a rescue party of trained professionals soon.
After a safe landing, Heama comes home with this dead slug in a jar. Fancy!
I figured instead of paintings, I’d take a page out of the Landgraabacy‘s book and take portraits for all the heirs and spouses.
The teens get projects from school so Chester helps them out.
Heama’s starting to show a bit, so I figured she should maybe tell Chester about the pregnancy.
Heama: Mate of mine, we are carrying spawn!
Chester: We are? But the males are usually the carriers.
Heama: Things are different on this planet.
They’re both so happy :’)
I’m really happy I took the time to have Heama find another alien to be with. She constantly has whims about him, all romantic. I think at this point she had two ‘woohoo with Chester’ whims locked in.
I’m hoping that Heama is carrying twins again. I’m trying to make this a genetic legacy, meaning all heirs must be aliens.
Go on Jaden, you break it, you fix it.
Jaden: This sucks :(.
He actually repaired the tub autonomously. I didn’t know that was a thing.
It’s a girl! Meet Demi Pearson!
I always think it’s funny when the other parent does the ‘labor panic’ dance after the baby is born. He didn’t even witness Heama in labor, he just came in while she was feeding Demi and freaked out a bit.
Sorry-Not Sorry for the baby spam. You guys know I think alien babies are just the cutest.
I expanded the house again at this point, but only the upstairs. We’ve got three bedrooms now. The teens get the slightly bigger room and Demi gets the little room.
Remember, babies only stay babies a day in my game. So it’s birthday time already!
Look at her! Demi is (obviously) fully alien. She gets the Independent trait 😀
Here’s Demi made over, I figured I’d keep her look the same for her true form and her disguise. She’s super precious. I think she got Chester’s alien skin tone and hair color in alien form and a mix of Heama and Chester’s human skin tones with Chester’s blond hair and Heama’s blue eyes. I’m excited to see how she grows up.
Demi gets a tablet to help her with skilling, her much older siblings didn’t have this luxury and turned out fine.
Heama needs to do mean interactions to progress in work to she starts bullying an old man in the street.
She got her butt kicked, but did enough mean interactions so oh well.
Bjorn looked like he jogged over just as Heama was finished bullying the old man.
Heama: What’s wrong, Bjorn? You look beat.
Go beg for his life, Heama!
Heama: Oh, if I must.
Heama: If I weren’t tied to another, I would find your deeds very alluring…
Heama, focus! Don’t literally flirt with Death!
Heama: Have mercy, Death. His children aren’t even here to mourn him if he dies now.
Death: SORRY, SPACE BABE, HE SHOULDN’T HAVE RUN HERE AT HIS AGE.
He’s got a point, Heama
Hazel: Ah, what a good day.
Jaden: High school sucks.
Death: THIS IS AWKWARD, I’M OUT. CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE A WIDOW, SPACE BABE.
Hazel went straight upstairs, grabbed Demi and brought her down to dance with her. Jaden just danced on his own. They don’t know Bjorn is dead. His grave stayed here, don’t know if that’s normal. He’s in the basement cemetery that I built under the house. I’ll probably show that in the future.
Now for brighter news, I decided to let Heama and Chester have a little private wedding.
I love it ❤
Also, here’s a bit of Demi-spam because I just love her little face.
(insert Heama and Chester making another little alien baby)
(back to the spam)
Hazel loves her little sister, she’s always teaching her to dance and playing with her autonomously. It’s pretty sweet.
Do alien pregnancies progress faster? I think I’ve asked before but I’m so curious. Human sims don’t start puking and feeling nauseated hours after trying for a baby.
This poor sleepy baby. I had to get a picture of her crawling upstairs to go to bed.
I get Chester a woodworking table to work on his aspiration.
Alien baby #2 is on the way!
Chester’s pretty excited to hear the big news.
Jaden surprises me again, he autonomously potty trains Demi.
This chapter is a bit here and there, I apologize if it seems rushed but also lacking. I think I got Hazel and Jaden from toddlers to teens in the last chapter and I’ve just gotten Demi from birth to toddler in this one. Hopefully I’ll get farther in the next chapter and probably either pick an heir or do an heir poll. Thanks for reading! See you guys soon! ❤