Sunday, March 23, 2014

Ch. 1.13: Routine

 Spooky Day quickly approaches, and Polaris and the Bee Brood prepare for it by carving jack-o’-lanterns. Luna grimaces as she scoops the guts out of a pumpkin.

“What, too gross?” Polaris laughs.

“This is the definition of gross, mom. Why are we doing this?”

“Because tomorrow’s Spooky Day! We have to get in the spirit, Lulu,” Polaris wants to give her children normal, human experiences.

“It’s icky. And what’s the point,” Luna mumbles, “someone is just going to smash them.”

“I think it’s fascinating,” Solaris says, gobs of pumpkin seed slipping between his fingers, “it’s almost like dissecting something.”

“How about you, Elly? What are you carving?”

Elysia has been uncharacteristically quiet, and for the past few moments she’s been staring blankly at the uncut pumpkin sitting in front of her.

“A cat,” she finally says, “I like cats.” She’s been trying to keep to herself, trying to stay out of other people’s minds. Recently, she’d begun to feel ugly; something about being telepathic makes her feel too powerful, like she is better than everyone else.

“Blegh,” Luna sticks her tongue out, “I hate cats.” Elysia glares at her.

“Hey,” Polaris interrupts before it can become a full-fledged fight, “are you excited about going to your father’s house this weekend?”

“Yeah!” Luna brightens up. She is definitely fond of her father, and sometimes Polaris worries that her daughter loves Luke more than her.

“He’s going to take us the arcade this weekend,” Solaris adds, “though I suggested the aquarium.”

“Arcade’s better,” Luna sneers. Elysia is inclined to agree. Solaris rolls his eyes—eye rolling had become its own language in the Bee household, a subtle way of saying screw you.

“The arcade sounds like fun, though I think the aquarium sounds cool, too. If he doesn’t take you there, I will,” Polaris smiles at Solaris. She likes that her son has scientific appreciation; it’d be nice if his sisters were more academically motivated.

 Elysia squints at Polaris—a sudden flash of thought attracts her attention. She can make out a few colors and a few words, but they don’t seem like they’re in Simlish. She’s never been very good at reading her mother.

“What do you do when we’re at dad’s?” Elysia tries to sound casual, but she’s on a fishing expedition—her mother is keeping something from them, just like Luna was trying to keep something from Elysia a few weeks ago. Morbid curiosity gets the better of her.

“Oh, nothing much,” Polaris lies, “I mostly hang around. Watch TV. Stuff like that.” Elysia narrows her eyes. Nothing.

Once they finish carving their jack-o’-lanterns, Polaris takes them outside and lights them. She carved a silly face, Solaris carved a ghost, Elysia carved her cat and Luna carved an abstract representation of her feelings about carving pumpkins.


Polaris and Crux quickly fall into a routine. On Saturday mornings, she drops the kids off at Luke’s. He recently had bought some curtains, at Polaris’s insistence, which makes her feel safer about leaving them there. Once the kids are gone, Crux comes over. He and Polaris had decided that it was best if they waited a little longer to tell the triplets about their relationship.

Every Saturday evening, Polaris makes dinner for them—always sushi, though the fish she uses varies. Every Saturday evening, they converse, their topics ranging from throwaway gossip to scientific discussion. And every Saturday evening, they fall into bed, intertwined.

Their first time had been clumsy, a mess of hands and lips. That didn’t make it meaningless, though, or any less pleasurable. Each time, with increasing exploration and instruction, it becomes more and more enjoyable.

It’s a comfortable routine, but Crux isn’t satisfied with comfort alone. He’s spent the majority of his life making safe choices, but the unsafe choices have had more gratifying outcomes: Polaris, for instance, is the result of an unsafe choice. This matter weighs heavily on his mind this particular night.

“Is the sushi good?” Polaris asks.

“Yes, Polaris. It always is.”

“That was a half-hearted,” she raises an eyebrow.

Crux sighs. “I would like to speak candidly with you.”

“I’m nothing if not candid, Crux.”

“I want to do more than have dinner, watch television and…erm...”

“Make love?” Polaris offers.

“That is a trite expression,” Crux says, “besides, can love be constructed? There must be a better euphemism.”


“Do not be crass,” he laughs, “My point is that we may have fallen into a rut. We may wish to explore other avenues.”

“You mean like anal? That’s an exit only, Crux.”

“What? No, I mean perhaps we should try other activities. Such as attending a public performance at a theatre, or strolling through a park, or something similar.”

“Oh, you mean a date? Yeah, we can go on a date,” she replies, “I’ll take you somewhere tomorrow. But tonight, let’s continue to fall in that rut.” She winks; Crux blushes.

The following afternoon, Polaris takes Crux to Desert Lanes, a local bowling alley.  It is surprisingly empty, a godsend for aliens looking to avoid notice.

Crux watches carefully as Polaris picks up a bowling ball. She eyes the pins at the end of the lane, her gaze serious.

“What sport is this, Polaris?”

“Call me Polly in public,” she reminds him, “and it’s called bowling. It’s not really a sport, unless you consider chucking a piece of polyurethane at a bunch of pieces of wood a sport.”

“And how do you play?”

“Maker, Crux, I just told you,” Polaris sighs, “roll the ball down the lane, aiming at the pins.” She tosses the ball, demonstrating her point. It veers a little to the left; she waves her hands to the right, urging the ball the center out.

Crux proves to be mediocre at bowling. His first attempt is a failure—he throws the ball too forcefully and slips on the wood floor, tumbling to the ground. He knocks over only four pins.

“Are you okay?” Polaris asks as he picks himself off the ground.

“Yes, I am uninjured.”

“Good—then I don’t feel bad laughing,” she points at him and snickers.

By the end of the game, however, Crux demonstrates that he’s not completely hopeless. “I toppled six pins that time,” he cheers. Polaris mockingly claps for him.

In the end, though, she’s the winner. She cheers at the final score.

“Bowling is a sport,” she declares, “and I kick ass at it!”

“I think I performed admirably as well,” Crux protests.

“You always ‘perform admirably.’ C’mon, we’re going on a roller coaster next,” she grabs his hand and leads him to the door.

“What is a ‘roller coaster’?”

“You’ll see.”

Crux is unimpressed. “What is the point of such a contraption?”

“It’s fun, Crux. That’s the point of about 90% of the contraptions in Simnation are for fun.”

“The both of us are trained for interstellar travel; this is mere child’s play.”

“Shush, Crux—you’re ruining it.”

When they get to the loop, Polaris raises her arms and screams. Crux scoffs.

“Spoilsport,” she snaps at him playfully.

“I am not so simple minded as to derive pleasure or fright from such frivolities,” Crux hides a smile, “in other words, I am not like you.” His voice vibrates as the coaster chugs along.

“Screw you, asshole.”

“I jest, PolAAHHHHH,” Crux lets out a scream as they plummet down a steep incline, into a pool of water. Polaris shrieks through laughter.

“Oh, I thought you were not so simple minded,” Polaris taunts him, upon catching her breath.

“I must admit, that was more entertaining than I initially thought.”

As they exit the coaster, Crux notices a photo booth. He tugs on Polaris’ arm.

“We should take a photograph,” he suggests.

“Mmm? Yeah, sure,” Polaris is feeling a little queasy. Crux pulls her into the photo booth, and they pose for a few silly pictures.

Crux is happy with the result. “Look, Pol—Polly! The result is quite pleasing,” he smiles, “you look radiant.”

“I don’t feel radiant,” she moans, holding her stomach.

“Are you well?” Crux glances up from the photo.

“No, not at all. I feel like—I feel like I’m gonna, like I’m gonna,” she hiccups, then leans forward and vomits. Crux jumps back and covers his mouth. The sight makes him feel a little nauseous as well. She continues retching, emptying her stomach and then coughing up air.

“I would venture that it is time for you to return home,” Crux says weakly.

“I didn’t think I would feel bad after the ride,” Polly whines, “I thought it’d be easy-peasy.”

“Come, Polaris. I will get you to bed.” Polaris nods, sullen-faced. Crux wraps an arm around her and leads her out of the park.

After changing into her nightgown, Polaris brushes her teeth. She scrubs with determination until she doesn’t feel the sickness in her mouth anymore.

Crux paces outside the bathroom; when Polaris opens the door, he stops in his tracks. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” she smiles, “Less disgusting.” Crux strokes her cheek.

“You feel warm,” he murmurs, “Very warm. You might be ill.”

“I’m fine,” she grabs his hand, “it’s just motion sickness.”

“Hmm. We do not know much about human diseases. I hope you have not contracted anything,” he furrows his brow, “you had your vaccinations before you began this assignment, right?

“Yes, Crux. I’m okay. I just feel a little weak from puking my guts out. But,” she pauses, “there is something you could do to make me feel better.”


“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course,” he brushes her bangs out of her eyes and smiles.

“And sex?”

“Not tonight,” he pauses, “frankly, I do not wish to kiss you right now, much less—"


Crux lays with her until she falls asleep. He gently extracts his arm from underneath her and tiptoes out the room to the foyer. Cool air meets him when he opens the front door. The season is finally changing. He breathes in the cold, relishing it—there’s nothing like this on Alcyone. It’s always smoggy and muggy there.

As Crux strides across the front lawn, he hears a strange humming noise. Wind begins to whip around him—something is disrupting the air. He looks up at the sky. Lights twinkle at him, signaling some strange phenomenon. He shields his eyes as the heavens flash bright blue.


Author’s Note: So Crux’s eyebrows changed color about halfway through the chapter. I have no idea what happened. I didn’t even notice until I was resizing the pictures. Oh well. I guess he dyed them for some reason.

I played the game for several days without taking many pictures, so this chapter is the result of that. It was kind of fun and challenging to write a chapter without much planning—it’s been awhile since I’ve done so. The next chapter will definitely be more structured.


  1. I do not believe that it was just motion sickness... I'm going to say that birth control wasn't really taught on Alcyone.

    Eni is back? With another warning about the Commander?

    1. Yeah, it probably wasn't. I was unfortunate enough to attend an abstinence-only school district in high school, and we were basically taught "Don't have sex because you'll DIE." I imagine it was similar on Alcyone.

      It might be Eni...or could it be the Commander?! >:D

  2. Hmm, methinks Polly's going to have to come clean to the kids about Crux soon... (Assuming that he comes back from his kidnapping that is).

    The discussions with the pumpkins were great fun, I love the way you've portrayed the kids so well.

    1. Yes, it's an assumption that he'll come back! Regardless, she'll probably have to tell the kids.

      Thank you! Luna is pretty much a representation of me as a kid (weird and whiny), so I'm glad it works. :D

  3. Uh huh 'motion sickness'... Whatever you say Polly... ;) (I've also seen your rolls thingy, there's supposed to be two more children)
    Is it bad that I laughed at the fact the pumpkins were practically the same colour as Luna's and Polly's hair? I think that's bad... I liked Luna's pumpkin the most. That's the kind of one I would usually do

    Huh, Crux's eyebrows have changed. I also thought their little date was cute too <3

    Is Eni back? Or did you just accidentally have too many space rocks?

    1. Hey, she honestly thinks it's motion sickness! (damn, I shouldn't have revealed all the rolls--there's going to be no surprises!)

      Not bad at all--I intentionally made the dining room in the house look like their skin and hair (teal and orange), and you'll notice that Polly's lingerie set is almost the same color as Crux. I like when objects and backgrounds match my oddly colored sims.

      That abduction happened in an alternate save when I was trying to set up like the two poses I used in this chapter. Crux ran outside before I could pose him and got himself abducted. >.> So I decided to just write it in. We'll see if Eni is back. :p

  4. I know what that nausea means. I know what it means in every legacy story, especially when the number of children required has yet to be fulfilled. And Crux and Polly have been quite busy this whole time, haven't they?

    I also love seeing aliens get abducted. It's so amusing. My sims rarely get abducted which makes me sad. I've also yet to experience and alien pregnancy. I need to actively work toward that goal, although not in my legacy.

    1. Haha, pregnancies are never a surprise in legacies, are they? I thought about throwing more red herrings, like making the kids have a stomach flu at the same time or something but I decided to make the chapter work with what I had. And they've been as busy as bees (or rabbits, really).

      I love it too, but my sims get abducted all the time! Both Lyra and Lily were abducted in an alternate save. I might add an alien pregnancy at some point, just because I think it'd be hilarious. Thank you for reading! :D

  5. The whole punkin carving scene was cute. It's nice that Polly's giving them normal human experiences, and it was cute to see the triplets interacting with each other the way normal kids would. It was also nice to see Elysia trying to rein in her telepathy. That's a hefty power to have, and will come in handy, especially if she can learn to control it.


    Crux dyeing his eyebrows? Likely story :D

    Well this should be interesting, him being abducted by aliens. Now wouldn't it be funny if he gets 'pregnant' too?

    I have to admit, I'd love to see his and Polly's spawn.

    1. Elysia has come off really bad in the past few chapters, so I wanted to make her a little more sympathetic. I think I would act the same as her if I was a telepath--really bratty and bitchy.

      Ha, I'm glad you appreciated that! Polly has a dirty mind.

      It would be funny if Crux got knocked up. Unfortunately, that happened on an alternate save (I posed a couple of pictures, and I usually do those on alternate saves). If he comes back pregnant in the alternate save, maybe I'll make it canon in my main save file because that's too funny to pass up.

      I've already played with genetics in CAS and I think their spawn would be adorable.

  6. Radiant and nausea, that usually means one thing. And Crux dying his eyebrows isn't that strange, can't an alien want to look his best maybe? Good thing he did to, since he got abducted.
    It was great to see the kids thoughts on pumpkins. Solaris comparing it to dissecting was fun, beeing an alien and all :D

    1. Yes, it does! Though I've noticed my pregnant friends usually look more tired than radiant--I'm too polite to say so, though. Maybe he's playing with the thought of dying his hair brown? It'd make him look more human, for sure.

      Ha, Solaris doesn't even know he's an alien (yet)! I don't think Polly has told them. Maybe he's tapping into his alien nature. ;)

      Thanks for reading!

  7. I sense there will soon be more babies in the house! And lol at Crux getting abducted. It still tickles me to see aliens getting abducted by other, different aliens. I'm interested to see what Eni has to say. We haven't seen her in a while!

    1. I want to be coy and be like "no, no more babies!" but this is a random legacy and she rolled 5 children, so yeah--hopefully she'll have twins. My game seems to love abducting aliens. I've had five different abductions so far in this legacy (though I only wrote about the first one and this one).

      Thanks for reading! :D

  8. Wait a second, Elysia has only recently felt too powerful??? What changed? What happened? And Luna's abstract pumpkin is the best! It looks just like something my 5 year old would end up with if left to her own devices. Ha!

    Crux's difficulty with accepting human euphemisms by using incredibly literal logic was great. He's the most awesome guy ever with in his willingness to explore past the known boundaries, his refusal to accept norms that are not his own without being rude, and his ability to know himself very well while not at all knowing just what it is he wants or where he's going with it on his strange new planet he now calls home. He's really great and I am on pins and needles waiting to see what the kids make of him. Of course, it looks like there's probably a forced meeting between the forces coming soon.

    Crolly babies for the win!

    1. Yeah, I kind of glossed over that, didn't I? I was going to stage a chapter where she takes bullying too far, but I couldn't find any good poses and I'm lazy....

      Yes! I think you summarize greatly why Crux is so endearing. I wanted to make someone proper without being a prude, logical without being dry, etc. I have a feeling Solaris will really like him. As for Luna and Elysia? Who knows.

      ROFL, Crolly?? That's amazing. Nicky came up with Pollux. I cannot decide which of those two I like more. :p

      Thank you for reading! <3

  9. I LOVE Polly and Crux together! They're so hilarious! Haha!

    AND OMG BAYBEEZ! I wonder what colour combinations ypu'll get?! I hope there's a purple with orange hair and a green with blue hair :D

    And the Pollux/Crolly thing...
    Ok, in the UK they both sound disgusting. Pollux sounds a lot like 'bollocks' (I'm sure you've heard that one, means testicles), and Crolly sounds a lot like 'grolly' which is when you spit mucas/snot out your mouth.
    But there's nothing better :| Pox? Not really better, though. Crully?

    1. On the Pollux point, I think it depends, I'm British and my first thought on Pollux was in relation to Greek mythology (Castor & Pollux being twins who were transformed into the constellation of Gemini)

    2. I'm hoping for twins, and I'm hoping for those exact color combinations (though I'd like them to have Crux's eyes because I think gray eyes are pretty). When I play with genetics in CAS, the babies usually take after one parent, though. :C

      I didn't realize bollocks meant testicles. D: I thought I was just a generic exclamation (I also only discovered recently that "fanny" means vagina in the UK and not bum, which makes a lot of insults from the Misfits make a lot more sense to me; I also learned recently that schmuck means penis in yiddish, though Americans use it to mean fool). HAHA grolly is an awesome word. I just call it mouth-mocos (mocos is mucus in Spanish). Grolly is a lot simpler.

      I also think of Greek mythology when I hear Pollux, which might make it my preferred portmanteau for Crux and Polly. Crully makes me think of Scully in the X-Files, which is kinda funny since Scully was the skeptic.

  10. Crux on the roller coaster was priceless!

    That comment about their love life getting better with "instruction" ... I can just picture Crux showing up with all of the "instruction manuals" he checked out of the library, lol.

    1. He was being a total spoil-sport. With the exception of that drop, he was mostly making "meh" faces. Where's the childish wonder and excitement, Crux?

      Yes, that is totally possible! Crux might do something like check out "instruction manuals," unaware of the social taboo. :p There's nothing wrong with a well-informed man.

  11. I'm way late haha but I'm here!!

    The Bee broad fascinate me. So different from one another. Elysia has me intrigued this chapter however. Can't wait to find out what's really going on with her. I would have thought feeling too powerful was what Elysia wanted, ya know to have the upper hand?

    "Luna carved an abstract representation of her feelings about carving pumpkins." Haha!! I looked at the pumpkin for a while trying to figure out what in the heck it was suppose to be at first.

    Really enjoyed reading about Pollux day out (I will stick with Pollux foreverrrrr :P) Crux had me rolling! O.o Polly you preggers? Wish there could be a combination of both their hair like orange with blue tips! (I don't even care if it doesn't look right)

    Pffft now Crux is getting abducted. D: Oh gawd I have a feeling it's the commander this time but I so hope it's Eni. Looking at Polly's roll, this does not bode well for Crux. Oh no..brain overload on the possibilities of what could happen next!

    1. Better late than never! :D

      Poor Elysia. I think being powerful is a lot of pressure for the kid. Her story is really hard to write, honestly. I may just give up.

      Luna screwed up her pumpkin, I guess, because she was supposed to carve a traditional face. I was frustrated because she's artistic, so she should have done a better job.

      Pollux is great--stick with it, even if it does sound like bollocks. ;) Orange with blue tips would be interesting--I might play with that in CAS and see how it looks. They'll definitely have cute babies, I can promise that--*if* they have babies. ;)

      I should have hidden Polly's roll! It's giving away everything. We'll see who it is soon.

  12. Oh dear...abducted? This is not going to be good :/

  13. Awh, what a sweet chapter. I quite enjoy fillers like this.

    And, I don't think she was ill from the roller coaster. :p

    1. I love fillers, too. I need to do more unscripted chapters.

      Haha, you're probably right. ;)

  14. I love Crux and Polly's interactions.