The Spare's Legacy: Priorities, there are none; 1.1

So, what happens to Spares? Every Legacy has them and every Legacy dumps them off into the scary void of non-story progression space that is non-played households, or if they're lucky, they get stuck in a mansion, aging without being played, maybe with a spouse found to try for baby with before they're kicked from the main house.

Well, I got to thinking, a lot of my Spares are some of my favorite sims and I always wonder how my legacy would have went had I used them instead of the more genetically pleasing or easier traits/aspiration "heirs".

Hence this Legacy, where Spares get their chance to have a happily ever after.

Self-imposed rules are as follows;

1 Child. No Spares because that would defeat the purpose of having Spares have their time to shine.
Should there be twins, both must remain in the house and played. No kicking them out.
Current Heir must marry a Spare from another Legacy.
Those Spares must keep the traits they were given and must not be edited in anyway in CAS (clothing/makeup and hair change are acceptable).
Regular Legacy Rules; 50x50 lot with a 1,800 start point.

Now that that's established, here's our lot.

And here's our Founder. Elsa Spare, formally Charming, spare of my gen 5 Charming Legacy. Whose only fault was being born a girl during a male heir generation. She's a Music and Art lover and is also Neat, with The Curator Aspiration.

And of course, gets a chance to see what being a founder is all about. Quite a change from the luxury of a gen 5 home, eh, Elsa?

Elsa: Eh, it won't be like this forever, what job do you want me to get?

Since you're both a music and art lover... why not join the painter career? You have enough cash left over for an easel.

Elsa: And not enough to paint with.

Lo! We have an easel but 30 short of being able to paint anything!

-.-; Oops.

Problem solved. Elsa got sent to the park to get her hands dirty collecting frogs, fossils and gems. And perhaps to meet her suitor I plopped into the neighborhood. One of my other spares from a legacy started long, long ago.

Is that a smile I spy, Elsa?

Elsa: I'm enjoying this! I don't know why dad had such a problem catching frogs, they're adorable!

One word; Squeamish. Why the game paired him with The Curator and Squeamish, I still can't understand.

Anyways, after collecting I spotted Elsa's future husband; Rhys Fournier. He's Active, a Music Lover and Outgoing. He was a gen 7 spare that ended up getting fed youth potions and having his skills taken advantage of while his siblings and nieces and nephews passed away around him.

And they hit it off splendidly. Elsa has someone to talk music with now!

Rhys: I could be your favorite violin player.

Elsa: He's serious, isn't he.

Yep. I forgot I saved him with a lot of his skills maxed out, violin being one of them.

Now for some hax relationship building.

Elsa: That one looks like a freezer bunny!

Rhys left as soon as the cloud-gazing command finished but Elsa netted herself a friend before he scuttled away.

So, you may have noticed a lack of fridge back at the home lot. I forgot too, but Elsa didn't. Doubled over with hunger, she hobbled her way up to the farthest table to bum food off of her Willow Creek neighbors.

Who left because Elsa was beginning to smell kinda ripe.

Elsa: Stop judging me.

A shower later back at home, Elsa finally got to paint after breeding a frog and selling the offspring.

Elsa: I call it Flirty Llama.

And was visited by Rhys! Who knows exactly what this is. He may have been living in the lap of luxury by the time he was born into his Legacy Family, but he remembers the stories told by his great great great great great great ghost grandpa Amsu.

Because its part of the flirting and he did get plopped down with a female, I couldn't remember if I'd made her his wife... and I apparently did. So, we get to break a marriage up right off the bat. Nice.

Elsa: You're married?

Rhys: Yep!

It's alright Elsa. Work on your friendship first and then we'll worry about the missus later.

Elsa: I don't want to be homewercker.

Rhys: *points* There's the constel...What was that?

It'll be alright Elsa. They were married in CAS. It doesn't count.

After Rhys went home and Elsa slept, showered and peed on her lawn in front of her neighbors, she went to work and brought home enough money to buy a cooler. Which is great, except now her fun is tanking in the red and I have no desire to leave the lot again >_>

So she paints autonomously.

Elsa, I don't think that's helping your fun bar. Matter of fact, I think its making it worse.

Elsa: *snarls* *brush strokes angrily*

Rhys visits again and he seems to be in a bad mood too, if the stink eye he's giving Elsa is any indication.

So Elsa spams him with 'brighten day' and asks to stargaze, which also helps her fun bar, woo!

During his next visit, with a full friendship bar, I had Elsa send a flirt his way. He wasn't receptive and Elsa wasn't amused.

Elsa: Ouch.

I know, sweetie. Don't worry. It'll be taken care of.

So we go for being besties for the time being.

Selfie cuteness!

Then Elsa had to go to work and came back in a foul mood, even after a nap.

Elsa: Need. Enter. Tain. Ment. Now.

A whim to buy a musical instrument rolled up and I obliged.

Priorities. I have none.

Look at that face. Elsa, how does one both have frayed nerves from bad playing and have fun at the same time?

Elsa: Masochists!

Ah.

Meanwhile, at the Fournier house... we find that the watcher accidentally, maliciously destroyed the CAS made marriage between Rhys and whoever it was I made for him.

Rhys: *lip wobble*

Chin up, boy. You may loose all your money to your ex when you move in with Elsa, but you'll have a more substantial relationship with her than you'd ever dreamed of having with your CAS wife.

Rhys: Still hurts.

For two days apparently. Ugh, Elsa isn't getting any younger. Best get over your divorce blues quickly, mister.

Next day.

Rhys: *sniffle*

Elsa: Oh Rhys, tell me what happened?

Rhys: For some reason, I had the weirdest compulsion to divorce my wife. It was like I was possessed. We hadn't even been married long!

Exactly. Another reason to get over this two day sad moodlet.

Elsa: Shh!

Excuse me?

Elsa: It's alright. I understand. Do you want to move in? Get away from her for a while?

Rhys: That'd be great!

Subtle, Elsa.

Elsa: Hey, I'm being a good friend. No ulterior motives, yet.

Yet.

Elsa: Exactly. Now work on our romance so I have can have them.

Because we have no decorations, Rhys was ruled by that stupid divorced moodlet. So I threw him in the athletics career and sent him to the gym to run his sorrow out.

Looks like I succeeded.

In my old Legacy, Rhys was a bodybuilder, just as he is here and he was constantly on a piece of equipment, fatigued or not. Upset? On the weight machine. Sad? Running. He truly is a gym rat.

And then his ex decided to hop on the treadmill next to him and sniffled the whole time. Who I just noticed has the same color hair as Elsa... hm. Maybe Rhys has a type? Cherry redheads?

Anyway, we both ignore her and I have Rhys chat with Don Lothario cause, yes, I think they'd make excellent friends. Since both of them are obsessed with the gym.

Don: The chick next to you is hot.

Ok. Maybe not the best of friends then.

Since he was all energized and his positive moodlets had finally overcome the sad divorce one, I sent him home in hopes of getting his flirt on with Elsa.

Instead he lost all his moodlets the minute he stepped foot back on the home lot and spun back down into the blues. Literally. I spammed the sadness hotline and had him cry it out for a good while, trying to work off that stupid buff.

I ended up having to buy another single bed for Rhys.

Yea. Lip wobble all you want Rhys, it was just a CAS marriage! You hadn't ever interacted with her before I plopped you down! It meant nothing!

Rhys: It meant something to me.

Well, it won't in two hours.

Geoffrey: The only advice I can offer is to move on.

Rhys: I can't! She was everything!

Divorce moodlet finally runs out.

Rhys: And now, oddly I don't care! Thanks for the chat!

Geoffrey: *hums* Another satisfied customer.

There's the face of someone who just got promoted! Awesome job Elsa!

Elsa: You're putting me back on the easel aren't you.

Yep.

And because there'd be crippling embarrassment with them peeing/showering in front of one another I built them a bathroom. Plus, with the added bonus of walls, I can finally show off Elsa's hard work.

Oo someone else got promoted! Look at that swagger.

Rhys: The confident moodlet is covering the very tense one.

Of course it is. Violin time.

After waking Elsa up with his beautiful music, which sounded just a shade better than Elsa's wailing cat symphony, I got to work on the flirting.

Which both were very receptive to.

Rhys: *whispers sweet nothings* *chokes on hair*

Elsa: What about your ex-wife?

Rhys: What ex-wife?

Elsa: The one that was here, crying pathetically at our front door?

Rhys: Ah, the weepy one. Eh.

Elsa: Eh? Ugh. Was it really that easy for you to forget?

Rhys: *sighs* I know what'll make you feel better.

Elsa: Ok, this is definitely working. I feel much better.

Rhys: See. And I can't forget this relationship. We were best friends first and the love was built afterwards. My ex, while she was made for me, we were married blindly to each other in CAS. The watcher did me a favor.

Finally, some recognition for my interference.

Rhys: And I'll prove my love for you, Elsa.

D'aw.

Rhys rolled up a whim for a punching bag. No biggie, he needs it for his job and it helps his fun bar.

Again, priorities. I don't have them :D

Chugging down an energy drink probably wasn't the best thing to do on top of being energized. Rhys is just a wee bit cracked out.

But at least he'll be energized for his job?

Rhys: LETSDOTHISICAN'TWAITFORWORKGOLLAMAS!

Another promotion from Rhys (thanks to the overuse of energy drinks) and we have enough cash to build a windowless hovel.

Rhys: We got a double bed, in our very own house, wanna take it for a spin?

Elsa: Gonna show me how to drive?

Rhys: *waggles eyebrows* I'll even teach you how to drive a stick.

Woah guys, woah. PG, please, PG.

Side note, I always think of Rhys of being older and way more experience (having been kept alive on youth potions for three generations then finally dying of old age once and been brought back with ambrosia and then played in multiple saves) compared to Elsa, whose a baby in comparison. She's still a teenager in my Charming Legacy.

Christening the bed, Rhys shows Elsa exactly how to "drive" a stick. *cough*

And later learns that the watcher is evil and has no priorities. No kitchen? No problem. It's what the cooler's for and if it's good enough for the two of you, it'll be good enough for the kid.

Elsa: We've done this backwards! Moving in, a kid and then becoming boyfriend/girlfriend?

Rhys: It's alright love. It's notorious in Legacy's. My sister had three kids with three different guys.

Rhys, you're looking a little... uncertain there. Yea, you've only ever had one kid before with your great, great, great niece some weird amount of times removed but this one won't be related to you in any weird convoluted way!

Rhys: Don't ever bring that up again. Ever.

Aw, but your son Greyson is another of my favorites and he's happily married now! You don't wanna meet him or his spouse? Or his dozen alien kids?

Rhys: Dozen?

Let's just say he was a scientist and there was rockets and alien rocks and there was many, many abductions.