MY NEAT POINTThe White Legacy:

Generation Two, College (Part Two)

Toro: “Hey, Brie.”

Brie: “Toro. What’s up?”

Toro: “Well, I happen to have a reservation for two at Londoste for this evening, and was wondering if you wanted to come fill that extra seat.”

Brie: “As in, like, a date?”

Toro: “Sure, we could call it that. That might even be what I was going for.”

Brie: “Well gee, Toro, I don’t know. It’s only been since before Arie moved in that we’ve gone out…”

Brie: “Eh, sure, why not. Sounds like it might be fun.”

Toro: “Oh, good. I was worried I might have to drag Arie along, and I don’t think she would ever be willing to wear a skirt, even to an upscale restaurant like Londoste.”

Arie: “Hey now, you leave me well out of this! Blech, couples!”

And so the college years crawled by…

Arie: “You gonna clean up your plate?”

Brie: “Hmmm… nope.”

So, Arie. I see you are now a junior.

Arie: “Yup.”

I see also that you re-rolled your aspiration.

Arie: “Yup.”

…care to elaborate?

Arie: “Eh, money’s great and all, but I don’t think the fortune aspiration really suited me, do you? Nah, I’m a pleasure sim at heart, so that’s what I am on the outside now, too. Though I still think money’s pretty cool.”

In other words, Arie is now a Pleasure Sim with a secondary aspiration of Fortune.

Arie: “So, guys. Can’t help but notice that Toro just became a senior, and we’re still living in this tiny little crappy house.”

Brie: “Yeah, I’m sick and tired of sharing a room with the two of you. Er, no offense.”

Toro: “Funny you should mention that…”

Toro: “How much have we got in the bank?”

Brie: “About $23,000.”

Toro: “Cool. A nice property just went up on sale on campus, and I think we can afford it.”

Arie: “Finally!”

Arie: “Wow, Toro. Nice property? You weren’t kidding. I’ll shoot you if you tell Mom and Pops I told you this, but you’ve got pretty good taste.”

Brie: “Of course he does. He’s mine.”

Toro: “Thanks, you guys.” *rolling of eyes* “Hey, Author?”

Hm? Did you say something? Sorry, I was basking in my amazing building skills and not really paying attention to what you guys were saying.

Toro: “I notice it’s a little… different… from the home estate.”

Well, I figured that since this was college, I could splurge and move away from the sheer practicality that you live in, and you have to know that I spent a lot on decoration so there’s not a lot of bells and whistles inside, and you’re not really paying attention to me, are you.

Arie: “Did you know that I autonomously Approve every time I catch them doing a romantic interaction? I had my doubts initially, but you know, they’re really kind of cute together.”

Yeah, I think so too. They sort of compliment each other. I just wish they would pay attention when I’m talking.

Arie: “Who’s this guy? And what is he doing in our kitchen?”

Llama Mascot: “Blada soo la gorp! Go, go, go! Mix the batter for the pancakes! Gerbitz, gerbitz! Vo gerbitz!”

Oh, you know. Brie worked out so well for Toro, I thought you might like a date, too.

Arie: “Look, no offense, but get out. Now. We’ve got a cow mascot living here, and she wouldn’t be too happy to see you.”

Toro: “Finally. Thank you, Arie. If he said ‘gerbitz’ one more time, I would have popped the head off that costume. I knew there was a reason why we always kept the door locked at the other house.”

Aw come on, guys… I think it would be a good match…

Arie: “No.”

So what do you think of the kitchen, Toro? Obviously, it’s not finished, but I know how much you like to bake, so I tried to make sure it got the bulk of the furnishing funds.

Toro: “It’s cool. I wish I had a dishwasher or even a sink, but it’s cool.”

No worries. You’ll be able to wash dishes in here once the scholarship checks for the end of this semester come in.

Arie: “Pleasure Sim ahoy! I am SO much happier now!”

I thought you might be. For some reason, I didn’t think that you, with your maxed playful, was all that great of a Fortune Sim. Be grateful that you rolled Pleasure and not Knowledge. That might have been worse. Can you imagine a tub pirating bed jumper sitting still and skilling all day?

Brie: “I’m a tub pirating bed jumping Knowledge Sim.”

And you suck at it. No offense, Brie, but I’ve only seen you roll a want to gain a skill twice. You defaulted to a philosophy major, you’ve never Wanted to do an assignment or write a term paper. In fact, all of your wants are Pleasure Sim-style wants.

Brie: “Meh, I don’t care…”

Brie: “…because I love my boyfriend!”

Toro: “And now, viewers, it is time once again to Play With Death by making a Baked Alaska! First, you douse the dish with lighter fluid, and then you light the match, and then you—”

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.

Toro: “Whaaaaaat, Author? We’ve been here before, we all know that I have maxed cooking skill and can therefore pull this thing off. I’m not a nanny, you know.”

No problem, just forgot you didn’t have a fire alarm. Now you do. Do continue.

Toro: “There, you see? It’s perfect. No fire alarm necessary.”

It never hurts to be prepared. I’ve seen too many nannies kill themselves that way to let you do it without a backup plan.

Toro: “Oh, come on, Author. I’m far more competent than a nanny. Don’t you remember Nanny Red?”

And her arch-nemesis Nanny Teal? Far too well, thank you.

Brie: “Hey, Toro~! I’ve got something for you~!”

Toro: “Huh? What is it?”

Bzzt!

Toro: “Should—have—known—yowch—”

Brie: “Love you, Toro!”

Toro: “Love you too, Brie.”

Brie: *happy face*

Hobby Master: “The Natural World has Felt your Call, Aral.”

Arie: “I thought we locked the door…”

Arie: “So… you nervous, Tory?”

Toro: “No.”

Arie: “Can I tag along?”

Toro: “No.”

Toro: “So, Brie. Date? You, me, and Red’s?”

Brie: “Just one question. Why are we standing here?”

Toro: “The Author wanted a shot of the stairs, because she loves them.”

Brie: “Lame.”

Carry on, you two.

Arie: “Bye, you guys. Have fun. Heh heh heh.”

Brie: “…Toro, why is your sister laughing?”

Because Arie is the personification of subtlety. Carry on.

Arie: “Heh heh heh.”

Brie: {Oh yeah, Toro is TOTALLY proposing tonight.}

Thanks a lot, Arie.

Arie: “What? I didn’t tell her…”

Don’t give me that garbage. You so did, and you are fully aware of it.

Brie: “You know, Toro, historically the color pink was considered a manly color because it’s just a light shade of red.”

Toro: “I don’t care. I’m not wearing that hideous pink tuxedo out in public. Only at home, behind closed doors, specifically for you, and—”

Brie: “’—and Arie doesn’t find out. Ever.’ I know, I know, but can I help it if you look hot in pink? Hot pink. Hehe!”

Waitress: *sigh* Welcome to Red’s Famous 50’s Diner, home of the Famous 50 French Fries. I see the lady is wearing red, so the first appetizer is on the house. Whaddayou want to drink?”

Brie: “We could have had two free appetizers, but Tory here didn’t want to wear his light red suit…”

Toro: “Because it’s not light red, it’s pink.”

Waitress: Why do I always get the couples…

Cute conversation? Sweet date flirting? Anyone?

Brie: *glarf*

Toro: *mmf*

Brie: “So, Toro. We’ve been together for a long time. I love you a lot. But you’re graduating in two days, and we’re still only boyfriend and girlfriend, and I’m starting to wonder if you’re really actually serious about this relationship.”

Great, Brie. Way to poke him with a rusty spork until he proposes. Impatient at all?

Toro: “Of course I love you, Brie. I was going to wait until we had finished dinner and gone back to the house so I could sink onto one knee in the moonlight, but if you really want, we can do this here, in the greasy diner.”

Toro: “Aubrey Cho, we didn’t always have the greatest of relationships, and for a while it felt like we were going to be pushed together whether we wanted to be together or not. But ever since you and Arie blew up at each other, I’ve really started to appreciate you more. I love you a lot, Brie, and I was wondering…”

OMIGOSH, is that a grand vampire behind Toro’s head!?

Brie: “Author, shut up or I’ll use my rusty spork on you next. Toro, continue.”

Toro: “I was wondering, Brie, if you would consent to be my wife.”

Extra In Sunglasses On A Date With A Blonde Much Younger Than Him: “Whoa, cool, an engagement. Wonder where they’ll go on the big honeymoon.”

They’re not going anywhere, thank you, random creepy extra in the background.

EISOADWZBMYTH: “Keep it real.”

Brie: “I mean it, Author. Shut it. The threat extends to you too, Sunglasses.”

EISOADWZBMYTH: “Whoa. I’m feelin’ some negative vibes from the bride-to-be. Chillax. Keep the love in your heart, bride-to-be.”

Toro: “Just ignore them. That usually works.”

Brie: “Ahem.”

Brie: “Holy cow, Toro! It’s beautiful!”

Brie: “YES!!”

Toro: “I am so happy right now! Are you happy?”

Brie: “Of course! Do you realize how long I’ve been holding onto that Want?”

And so it’s finally official. Toro and Brie are going to become Mr. and Mrs. Generation Two, right as soon as they’re both graduated from college. That won’t be long, actually.

And of course, Mr. and Mrs. Generation Two both roll the want to take a commemorative photo.

No, really. I’ve never seen two sims roll that want at the same time.

Arie: “Welcome home! How did it… go… ah. I think I’ll just be… going back upstairs. Um, carry on.”

Arie: “Couples.”

Sorry, Arie. It sucks being the third wheel, doesn’t it?

Arie: “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Arie: “Hi. One Greek Charter please. Hold the streakers.”

And so, Oresha-Annya-Var House is finally officially a Greek House!

Brie: “You stepped into my territory, Llama Mascot. That you might have been able to get away with. Maybe. But then you irritated my fiancé. That, I will never, ever forgive.”

Llama Mascot: “Who is this chick? She talks like a cow ma—”

Toro: “Don’t kill him, Brie. A criminal trial is the last thing we need to deal with right before our wedding.”

Arie: “Where’s Brie? I thought you two were joined at the lips pretty much all the time these days.”

Toro: “She’s fighting a llama mascot. And dangit Aral, change out of your PJs before you leave your room, why don’t ya!”

Arie: “Sure thing, Tory.”

Brie: “Ha! I, the Cow Mascot, finally kicked the Llama Mascot’s butt!”

Llama Mascot: “Lame sauce. My butt got kicked by an ex-cow mascot. I’m out of here.”

Brie: “Who’s next?”

Oh, dear.

Toro: “Hey, June. Remember me?”

June: “Sure. You’re that pathetic legacy heir that tried to flirt with me.”

Toro: “Cool. So, I’m engaged now, and I wouldn’t let her catch you mentioning that I flirted with anyone but her in the past. She just beat up a llama mascot, and she’s still kind of edgy.”

Toro: “So, yeah, listen. Traditionally in legacies, it’s the spare’s job to hold down the Greek House until the next generation arrives, but for some reason, Arie—that’s my sister—doesn’t want to do that. And for some reason, the Author is giving her a free pass on it and letting her move back to Riverblossom Hills right after she graduates. So, we need a placeholder.”

June: “So you want me to placehold for you? Pledge into this Greek House and live here for a generation until your kids show up?”

June: “Hmm… decisions, decisions…”

June: “You got it.”

Toro: “Hey, Mom.”

Arie: “Wow, Toro, turkey? Not the dessert?”

Toro: “I decided to have some protein for a change. Mom, where’s Pops?”

Snow: “At work, of course. You really should have planned this party of yours a little bitter, Toro. He’ll be coming along. Congratulations on your graduation, son.”

Brie: “Toro, your mom is great! How come you’ve never introduced us before!?”

I found Patrick smustling in the bathroom, of course. Brie liked him, too.

Brie: “Hey Pops—can I call you Pops?—that moustache is killer!”

Patrick: “Why, I do appreciate the sentiment, Aubrey. I had originally thought that it seemed a touch too much, but I do seem to continue to get compliments for it. I do not entirely understand the use of the word ‘killer’ in the context in which you placed it, but I must assume that it was meant to be praise.”

Brie: “Man, you guys are a riot!”

Toro: “Don’t worry, Brie. In a couple of days you’ll have graduated too, and I’ll have our room all ready, and then it’ll be just you and me and my parents living together in my family’s legacy estate. We’ll only be without each other for two short days.”

Brie: “I love you so much, Toro…”

Whoa… wait a minute…

There’s a plumbbob on the tassel! That’s another one for my scavenger hunt list!

Brie: “Author, you ruin one more moment, and I’ll—”

Toro: “Just ignore her, Brie. Just ignore her.”

Thanks a lot, Toro. I’ve watched over you since you were born, and this is the thanks I get?

Toro: “That’s… more than a little disturbing. I hadn’t thought of it that way before…”

Patrick: “If I may, I should like to offer you congratulations on this most glorious day of your life, Notoro. I am exceedingly proud of you, and I look forward to having you, and soon your esteemed wife, back at home with your mother and I. It has been quite lonely in those halls for us two alone.”

Toro: “Thanks, Pops. But why are you bowing to me? This doesn’t feel quite right…”

Patrick: “I do not often have the opportunity to do it, and I do enjoy bowing.”

Toro: “Whoa… I feel the sparkles coming on…”

Ah… aha… ha…

Arie: *snicker*

Toro: “Thanks for that, Arie.”

Arie: “Hey, I’m being polite. I didn’t laugh out loud, did I?”

Brie: “See ya, Tory! Love you tons!”

Toro: “Wait, hold on. I want to remember this forever.”

Brie: “I know I’ll remember that shirt forever!”

And with that, Toro heads back home to Riverblossom Hills to continue his reign as Generation Two Heir.

Brie: “How come I have to be the one to clean up after the party?”

Because Arie just left for class, and… uh… you, you’re looking at me.

Brie: “Yeah, and?”

What’s up, Brie? You look pretty tired.

Brie: “Things are so dull around here without Tory. I miss him something fierce.”

Cheer up. You’ve only got one more day before graduation. I have it on good authority that he’s missing you, too. In fact—

Brie: “Is that the phone?”

Brie: “Hey, Tory! …everything’s great here. Just really boring, you know. Hey, why’d you call? …Hee hee. I’ve been missing you, too. A lot. Love you tons.”

Arie: “Author, I resent this lack of face time I’ve been experiencing.”

Been taking lessons from your father in grammar? Besides, you are a spare.

Arie: “I demand more slides!”

Gimme a break. You’re just like your mom. Brie will be leaving tomorrow, and then it’ll be just you for a whole semester.

Well, you and June. She’s got to finish her pledge period ASAP so she can move in when you leave.

June: “So I can take full advantage of this Greek House without actually having to marry into the legacy and get old and die, you mean.”

Yeah, whatever. Maybe I’ll find a nice spare boy for you, June.

June: “Do it and you die.”

With three—excuse me, two—students in the house with two neat points between them, I quickly discovered a great use for June the Pledge.

June: “Hating you right now. There was a reason I was turned off by Toro being part of a narrated legacy.”

Of course, my dear. When you’re done with that toilet, there’s two more in the house that need scrubbed. And remember, you’re not a White, and I can do whatever I want.

Hey, Brie. Go take a shower.

Brie: “I don’t really need one. Besides, I always take bubble baths for a reason.”

I know. Heh heh. Go take a shower.

Heheheheh. Hey, June. You missed a spot.

June: “I don’t think this is deserved.”

You insulted Toro at the beginning of the chapter. Also, you’re nastier than Brie, and that’s saying something. When you’re done in there, Arie just took a shower in the upstairs bathroom.

June: “HATE.”

Brie: “HUUUUUUURT!!”

June: “That’s my name, but I’m not sure she knows that… What did you tell her?”

Noooothing. I might have implied that her fiancé hit on you four years ago. Maaaaaybe.

June: “You’re crazy! You’re ALL crazy!”

Brie: “COME BACK HERE, YOU COWARD!! FIGHT ME!!”

Sic ‘em, Brie!

Feeling any better, Brie?

Brie: “I’m irritated. I didn’t get to beat the living daylights out of that floozy.”

Think of it this way. You’ll be moving to Riverblossom Hills this very afternoon, Toro’s coming to your party, and maybe, just maybe, June didn’t deserve all we put her through during her pledge period.

Brie: “Yeah, right.”

Patrick: “I do love parties! I love smustling at parties even more!”

It’s really nice of you to come to your future daughter-in-law’s graduation party, Patrick. Why don’t you go to say hi to her?

Patrick: “I would much rather stand in the entryway and smustle. It is, after all, the only real reason why I attend these parties.”

At least he’s honest.

Professor Turkey: “Man, that graduate’s face looks like she bashed it in with a rock.”

Normally I would be offended, since Brie is really rather pretty, but really it’s probably a good thing that you think so. If Toro is anything like Brie when it comes to competition…

…and since he’s right here…

Decided to come back to old Oresha-Annya-Var for your fiancée’s graduation party, huh Toro?

Toro: “Mglrf.”

Sorry. I’ll wait until you’re unoccupied.

Brie: “Missed you, Tory!”

Toro: “Heh, missed you too, Brie. And, Author? Of course I came. What kind of fiancé would I be if I didn’t?”

You’ve got a point there. Somehow I don’t think Brie would have appreciated it.

Wait, who is this guy?

Brie: “Who, him? Just my old buddy Damon.”

Damon: “We were in the mascot club together. It’s my graduation too.”

Brie: “But this isn’t his party, and he shouldn’t have worn his graduation gown.”

Damon: “Oops. Sorry.”

Cheerleader: “Hey, even the delivery man is here! How come I wasn’t invited!?”

Because we have standards around here on which annoying NPCs we bring into the household. Go away.

Brie: “Oh, yeah! I, the cow mascot, am leaving the young adult stage!”

Hm, not bad. It doesn’t exactly suit you, Brie, but it doesn’t hurt my eyes. Off to Riverblossom Hills you go!

Brie: “Finally!”

Arie: “See ya, Brie! Don’t let the door hit you in the tail on your way out!”

Brie: “Come on, Arie, we moved past that ages ago.”

Arie: “Haha, psych! Good luck! It’s gonna be awful quiet around here without you and Toro! Invite me to the wedding—and all the birthdays!”

Brie: “There won’t be that many birthdays, but you can definitely count on a wedding invitation. Later!”

Arie: “How come I have to clean up after the party?”

Because you’re the only one left, genius.

Arie: “Let’s just get some pledges to do it.”

June finished her pledge period, and there’s no reason to pledge in more random townies.

Arie: “Oh, yes there is!”

And that is?

Arie: “My neat point!”

Arie: “Hey, June, this is Arie. I’m throwing a toga party today, and I thought that as a fully-fledged member of Oresha-Annya-Var, you might want to be there. …no, this is only for current Sim Staters. Besides, Brie and Toro are busy being newlyweds right now, they can’t come. …yes, really, it’s safe. Okay, see you then.”

A toga party, Arie?

Arie: “Yup.”

But you’ve never rolled a want for a party before…

Arie: “It’s lonely around here.”

It’s only been a day!

I spy someone besides Arie who has maxed outgoing…

Arie: “He looks nice without a shirt…”

Ew, Arie! No! Toro is the only one allowed to marry a cow mascot!

Arie: “I never said I wanted to settle down, I was just admiring his abs…”

Dangit, Arie! Stop rolling Wants for him! I said no!

Arie: “That was great.”

Yep. And don’t think you’re going to be seeing that cow mascot ever again.

Arie: “Meh, he’s cool enough, I guess. I wouldn’t want to date him or anything.”

That Want panel said otherwise.

Arie: “Yeah, ‘said,’ in the past tense. Notice that it has now re-rolled, right after he left. In fact, I Want to do an assignment now. That sounds like more fun than dating that cow mascot.”

Arie: “Hey, June.”

June: “Aral. Guess it’s time then, huh?”

Arie: “Yup. I’m all graduated. All that’s left is the party.”

June: “Cool. Let me just go grab all fifteen of my suitcases and my pet toy dog and I’ll set up in Brie’s old room. Have fun at your party. I’ll be upstairs. Gloating.”

She looks like she feels kind of dorky. I sure did wearing that thing.

Arie: “Heh… should have known you guys would be out here.”

Looks like the inappropriately dressed cheerleader, who I happen to know is a perma-freshman, is on entirely the wrong step. Also, Snow and Patrick are dancing a little closer than you usually do in a smustle. Gotta love pictures like these.

Toro: “Hey, Arie! Come on! Family tradition!”

Arie: “I’ll pass. Where’s Brie?”

Toro: “Home. She said to say to you, ‘Ha, never thought you would make it! Congratz!’ Also that she’s not feeling well, or she would have been here.”

Snow: “It’s because she’s pregnant.”

Toro: “Come on Mom, cut that out.”

Arie: “Uh… Mom? Pops? Can I talk to you for a second? Or, you know, keep smustling. Whatever.”

Snow: “I’d really rather not, Arie. I’ve never been one for mushy goodbyes.”

Arie: “Aw, Mom…”

Snow: “Just… be safe, baby. You’re moving into your own house and finding a husband and giving me grandchildren, so I might not see you very often from here on out, but I love you.”

Arie: “I’ll be back for all the birthdays, Mom. Every day that I can. And Mom, about those grandchildren… I might not—”

Snow: “Shh. I love you, sweetie.”

Patrick: “We understand if you do not want to have children, Aral.”

Snow: “No we don’t. I’m a Family Sim.”

Patrick: “After all, that choice belongs to you, not your mother.”

Snow: “Family Sim.”

Patrick: “Congratulations on your graduation, Aral, and good luck. I am quite sure you will lead a magnificent life.”

Arie: “Thanks, Pops. Love you, too.”

Please ask that delivery man to leave. He is killing the mood.

Toro: *smustle face!*

Congratulations Arie, you have now graduated and can begin your life as a spare. Anything to say?

Arie: “Blech. This outfit sucks.”

Snow: “Here, honey. Let me brush some confetti off your shoulder, and untie that neck ribbon for you. The deal’s finally expired.”

Join us next time for the beginning of Toro’s married life with Brie, and the first of the Generation Three children!

Have fun cleaning up after the party, June.

June: “Hmmph.”