#junior mann

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Nine: Capp (A)

Glossy strawberries tumbled from a basket on Juliette's bedside table. She unfolded a card slipped underneath to identify the gifter.

"J ~ meet me in the conservatory ~ J x." Junior's handwriting was a uniquely mangled interpretation of cursive from his years of half-assing private tuition (in his surprisingly self-deprecating words); Juliette understood the font well, thanks to his weekly love notes. This piece of scribbled scripture was different, though. It was an invitation in which the words appeared to wobble (more than usual) with anticipation. Juliette smiled, popped a strawberry in her mouth, and made her way to the staircase.

Junior was standing in his swimmers by the bubbling spa. His shoulders visibly relaxed when Juliette drew closer and accepted a glass of Capulet white from his outstretched hand. What she said next almost brought him to his knees: "The answer's yes."

Thank goodness Juliette was a studied people reader - she sensed he might fumble the velvet box into the pool and came to his rescue by speaking the best word in the world, well ahead of her cue.

The news went down well at poker night, during which Juliette excused herself to take supper in the kitchen with her baby brother Gavin and tell him about the upcoming wedding. He was a nice boy who tidied away dishes without a second thought and offered his congratulations. The orphanage hadn't diluted any sweetness; becoming a Capp hadn't spoiled him.

Young as he was, uncle Gavin was shaping up to be a good role model to a future niece or nephew.

[uberhood]

I wanted to hold off on making over individual sims until I played their families, but I really do not like the Maxis singlet.

So, Junior gets an early makeover. His design is pretty much perfect; it's literally just a different shirt.

(...though I may put him on a bodyshape. I don't know why, but in this particular savefile, he's coming across as a scrawny beanpole. Maybe it's just that everyone looks scrawny next to Dusty Hogg...)

[natteryaktoad]

Hartland, Day 87, Part 5

Grandchildren assemble!

Mary: Hi Charlie! Gosh, you're getting so big!

Cole: My teacher often sticks gold stars on my paintings but I wish he wouldn't - it spoils them!

Haddie: What's the difference between baseball and softball, anyway?

Morgan: Gotcha!

Seby: No you didn't! You missed! Look, there's a hole in the wall where you missed!

Mary wanted to make best friends with one of her grandchildren (I forget which) so she decided to invite over all her child-aged grandchild.

She has quite a few!

[wickedjr89gaming]

Apparently Cassandra could find no place to leave the flowers...

Hamilton has also now used the last of his elixir of life

This concludes them for this round

[widespot]

Parties are a great way to liven up the long winter nights.

"Shouldn't we wait for somebody else to show up?" "Just call, boy."

"Boarding school. All the great movers and shakers got their start in boarding school, being looked after by professionals." "Miz Daytona never went to boarding school, and she moved and shaked enough for all us here."

"Boarding school. All the great movers and shakers got their start in boarding school, being looked after by professionals." "Miz Daytona never went to boarding school, and she moved and shaked enough for all us here."

[koipalm]

general nan yang and his unruly junior official

[howlingday]

Junior: Uh, and who are you?

Ren: I'm here on behalf of my client. I will fight in his place.

Shay: You fuckin' kiddin' me?! One round and he quits?! Knew I shoulda killed 'im when I had the chance!

Junior: Alright, alright, that's enough. Jacques Schnee has invoked the right of second! Filling his place will be Mr... Sorry, what's your name?

Ren: Doe. Just Doe.

Shay: Yeah, you look like dough!

Junior: Mr. Doe will take his place! Now, let the fight begin!

Shay: Any last wishes, girly-man~?

Ren: No.

[katatty]

That's all from Capp Manor, at least for now! Originally I had a big epic storyline planned for this household but, honestly, there was enough going on with Consort's death and two weddings. Plus I enjoy regular old gameplay more than fancy pre-planned stories at the moment, haha.

I am thinking I will most likely move Tybalt and Tiave out on their own next season, but haven't decided whether they will also bring along Cordelia. Maybe she'd prefer to keep an eye on Juliette? Or move in with Malcolm Downtown? I dunno yet!

As for Juliette and Junior, I'm interested to see where their marriage takes them. Juliette always dreamt of having a large family, but has she changed too much for that to still be worth pursuing? Will Junior come clean about his existing kid, Rose? I'm excited to find out :D

As for the Montys, we'll be seeing them soon...

[rumforall]

[sbnkalny]

Authored

rorylad

[mercsandmonsters]

Tag Dump #3: Male Muses

Let's get these guys tagged.

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Nine: Mann

Lunch with Cornwall Capp, the village's pride of the dance world, was an opportunity Junior couldn't afford to fumble.

Then again, affordability had never been one of life's concerns for the Mann heir. Post Wagyu cheeseburger, Junior rose from his chair, turned, and released evidence of his stomach's gastronomic capabilities across the dining table. He made a giddy remark to do with the concept of "better out than in", but Cornwall was unmoved.

"Urgh!" the moustached maestro uttered with malaise. "Did you do that on purpose?"

Junior spun to face his guest and feigned shock. "Oh dear! I didn't know I had that in me. Sorry. What were you saying about tango?"

A new hairdo and a stern parental talking to made Junior feel like a new man; one who didn't find farts amusing and had a genuine interest in getting to know the family of his soon-to-be fiancée. That included people who married into the Capp family - he'd be just like them, soon enough. Just as soon as he ran the ring past Juliette for approval. How big were lady fingers, anyway?

Lana marvelled at the miracle of Junior setting aside his martinis for marriage as she drew a bath that evening. She was gingerly dipping a toe in the water when she wavered and withdrew her leg for balance. Her foot collided with a candle, which met the bathmat in a lit up streak. She yelped and scrambled for her cell phone.

The representative from the fire department, a young man named Roberto Miceli, was not best pleased at the scene. In the time it took for Lana to throw on her spring nightdress and evacuate the bathroom, the flame had disappeared under a flood of toppled candlewax. His words descended into lecturing territory as he described the scene of the Montague restaurant fire, and how his team needed to be ready for "real emergencies" such as that. In the drawing room behind them, Lana heard Rich clear his throat and scrape his chair away from the chessboard.

"Oh dear," Lana replied. "You don't know who we are, do you?"

Under the cold light of a droning lamp, within walls grey and damp, Rich laughed as the fireman came to. He had a whole monologue ready to go about the foolishness of seeing his wife's predicament as unimportant, with an explanation of the cow-faced creature rumbling and swishing its prickled vines beside him. He usually took the time to brag: "What do you think of my friend here? A faerie gifted her to me." Alas, said creature was ravenous, and Rich barely had time to grab a vine and dramatically swing himself up to look down with a grin before the fireman was happily consumed. Not to worry, of course: the glowing yield was collected from the udders, and Rich slipped into a black car, with his cape totally unblemished.

Thanks to the fireman's donation, lovely lady Lana had a better shot of living to see grandchildren.

[uberhood]

Dusty: You uh. You sure about this?

Junior: It's not gay, it's a Champs-les-Sims greeting.

Dusty: ... Swanky.

[natteryaktoad]

Hartland, Day 87, Part 4

Morgan's singing is painful.

Maddox just wants to play chess everywhere.

Morgan: Whee!

Morgan: Go Daddy! You're the best singer everer!

Lily: So this is where you're hiding out...

Leo: Hardly hiding. Morgan and I were just singing.

Laycian: Huh. You play a good game... for a kid.

Maddox: I'm ten! That's almost in middle school!

Morgan: Hi! I'm Morgan and I'm four!

Morgan is loving life!

Lily and Leo took the boys to the Community Centre and combined it with a date.

[wickedjr89gaming]

This concludes them for this round.

Are they as safe as they appear right now, or is someone out there, waiting, watching...

Mary does not yet know she is pregnant again, but we know. I'm sure when she finds out, she will be thrilled.

[widespot]

"Hi Candy? Where's Arden?" "He's got the creeping crud. Nice to see you, stud. You going to keep out of Dad's hair?" "…Probably."

"Okay, y'all, gather round, the big moment is upon us."

"Okay, Skye, make yourself a wish here." "Ga?"

"Yeah, you wish to grow up as handsome as all the other men in your family, don't you?" "He can hardly help it, son."