It's time for another episode of the Spectrum of Life! As the title implies, this is a pretty Oriole-heavy chapter. She makes a very amusing subject, however, so I promise it'll be worth it.
We start out with our founder, however, trying to figure out how this whole horse-riding thing is supposed to work.
Alabaster - Attie! What happened to your head?!
Atticus - ....
Back at the (windowless box) house, Oriole is being remarkably domesticated. She decided to clean the shower all on her own. I always appreciate autonomous cleaning.
Right afterward, however, she was suddenly struck with a problem. A tummy problem.
Oriole - Oh sweet Plumbobs above us . . . *URK*!
Well . . . better out than in, I always say.
And then the cheapo toilet broke.
Oriole - Flush! Flush, or you WILL regret it toilet bowl!
Oriole - AAAUUUURRRGGGHHH!!!
Oriole - I hate you, toilet bowl. I hate you to the depths of my soul.
Oriole - Oh, cherrios. That was kinda racist of me, wasn't it?
Don't worry Oriole, it's just a toilet bowl. I don't think anyone cares (including the bowl). We'll have Al fix it in the morning, don't worry.
Unfortunately morning sickness waits for no one. Since the only toilet was now broken, poor Oriole had to go toss her cookies outside.
And again, in the early morning hours. Poor thing.
Oriole - BLARGABLARGABLAAAARGH! *We could really use a computer desk in the house, it'd really spruce things up I think.*
After repairing the rogue toilet, Alabaster heads right to his budding garden. Still in his undies, too.
Later that day, Oriole finally popped.
Oriole - Yay! Now my planted seed can grow into a beautiful daisy!
I noticed there were some butterflies on our lot, so I sent Oriole over to try and catch them. This resulted in more adorable faces.
So cuuuuute! I think this is really when my sim-crush for Oriole really started to take effect.
Atticus was getting a little lonely. Since Alabaster was busy making dinner Oriole was sent to keep him company.
Oriole - Ponds suck, amirite?
Atticus - But beetles are nice.
Oriole - Oh nuggets! I just forgot how to balance myself! *almost trips*
Oriole - . . . you're not gonna tell anybody about that, are you Atticus?
Atticus - Your secret's safe with me.
Oriole - . . . wait a minute. Since when can horses speak?
Atticus is like Mr. Ed. He's just that baws.
After dinner, Alabaster and Atticus go for a midnight gallop to the grocery store to sell his produce. Al's finally gotten high enough with the riding skill that they can gallop now, so it won't take half the night to get there.
Back home, Alabaster deals with the nasty toilet. Oriole is still a little bowl-shy from earlier.
Aaaaah! Attack of the unrendered horsie! I think the tail glitch amused me the most.
With impending baby-hood, the previously empty room gets a make-over. Sort of. We're still pretty tight on funds so the most we can afford at this point is a light and a crib. Still, it's decor reveals that the second generation's color will, in fact, be Yellow.
Oriole - Hrm . . . fascinating. I should really have Alabaster read some of this. *Rolls wish for Father to read pregnancy book.*
Alabaster - zzzzzz Atticus zzzzzz
A successful plate of waffles! Of course it's not an excuse to show Alabaster shirtless . . . *shifty eyes*
Now that the garden is producing produce regularly, Alabaster makes sure to give Atticus a treat every now and then.
Atticus - Apples! The nectar of the gods . . . .
I love the little moodlets horses get from eating apples or carrots. :D
Some more riding practice after the garden's been taken care of. Alabaster . . . you're an Equestrian sim, with at least 4 skill points in riding by now. Why do you still look terrified?
Alabaster - This isn't my terrified face. This is I think I just crushed my 'berries' face.
Oooooh . . . ouch. XD
Oriole's really starting to show her baby-bump now.
Alabaster helps her out a lot around the house, too.
Alabaster - You're really starting to get a little round, there, honey. I love you either way, but you might want to consider your health a little.
Oriole - Al . . . I'm not fat, I'm pregnant, you dork.
Alabaster - *EPIC FACE OF STUN*
Oriole - You're happy, right?
Alabaster - What? Are you kidding?! Of course I'm happy! Besides growing the Perfect Garden and reaching the top of the Gardening profession, having at least two kids--one of each gender--is part of my life's goal! I'm SUPER happy!
And a little celebratory smoochies to prove it. ^_^
Alabaster - I love you, Oriole.
Oriole - I love you too, Al. Even if you DID think I was getting fat.
Alabaster - I'm never living that down, am I.
Oriole - Not likely.
Oriole - But this will go a long way toward making me forget it . . .
She had a sore back, so Alabaster gave her some massage-ies.
Since there's absolutely nothing of entertainment value on the lot and Oriole is stuck home while she's pregnant, I went ahead and splurged on a bookshelf. Behold it's epic rainbow-colored cinderblocks of awesome.
Awww, lookit this stray! He looks like a hound-dog! He'd make the perfect puppy for this generation. Unfortunately I already have a horse, and I don't usually like having more than one pet on the lot at a time.
Plus, he has fleas. So as much as you are adorable, you need to GTFO of the lot before you spread your plague, cute puppy. Away with you.
*GASP*
Deer Diablo!
I was able to add some windows to the box, and I finally got around to recoloring the mailbox, garden fence and trashcan to match the lot-theme.
Alabaster gets the day started on the right foot by breaking the toilet again.
I can't remember why this picture was significant . . . maybe to show off the rainbow mailbox and trashcan? I dunno. We'll just admire it's mysteries together.
Oriole was so bored, I was attempting to send her somewhere (I forget the specifics) to entertain herself. But she cancelled the action just a few feet from the lot. What gives?
Oriole - BABY!
Oh, right! Sweet! Well, waddle yourself on back to the lot.
Oriole - No hospital?
Meh. The house is closer.
Oriole - I really think I should be at the hospital . . .
Pssh. Many-a-legacy founders have given birth at home. You'll be fine.
Oriole - Well, if you say so. *cracks knuckles*
Oriole - No! I changed my mind! I want drugs now!
Sorry sweetie, too late now.
Rainbow Sparkle Powaaaaaaaaah! Despite her reservations, Oriole successfully gives birth to the first of generation 2, a beautiful baby girl. Introducing Bumble Bee Spectrum!
In case you don't know what that is (doubtful) she's named after this!
Bumble Bee is an Artistic, Heavy Sleeper who enjoys Grilled Salmon, Pop music and the color Orange. So far we can tell that she inherited daddy's skintone. We'll have to wait 'til toddler-hood to find out what other things she's inherited.
Alabaster - Holy plumbob, Attie . . . I think I just became a dad! I . . . I've got a daughter now.
Atticus - Congratulations, Al! . . . Now where's my apple?
