Phoebe's World XVII
Previously: Elliot grew up and immediately came into his own as a budding ladies' man, although the arrival of his new sister, Aisha, is already threatening his golden child status. (Also, I'm going to stop titling these posts because I'm awful at it.)
Oh no! The monster under the bed has come out to eat Elliot in the middle of the night!
Elliot: Mom, please wake up! There's a monster in my room, with big, scary tentacles and everything!
Phoebe: A monster, you say?!? Don't worry! Super Mom is on the case!
Elliot: Ugh, the stupid baby is fine. I'm the one it wants to eat. You should be paying attention to me!
Since he wasn't too impressed by Phoebe's priorities, he roused his surrogate dad, Joaquin, to come protect him instead.
Joaquin: I've got you, little buddy! This monster has no idea what's coming!
Hopefully, a thorough spray of the surrounding area with goblin repellent is enough to ward the thing off so that Elliot can get a proper night's sleep.
It makes sense that Phoebe's mind is a little scattered these days. She's officially on the second to last rung of her career ladder, and she needs 10,000 total online followers to reach the top, which means her fingers will be glued to the keyboard until she's a verified social media sensation.
While she trolls for potential viral content, Elliot does his homework right beside her to fulfill their mother/son bonding quota for the day.
However, her singular focus also means he has time to slip out of the house to the Spice Festival unaccompanied, where he attempts to hit up much older ladies. Purely for conversational purposes, I'm sure.
This girl's name is Chelsie, which is good to know because she might show up again down the line.
Chelsie: How old are you, five?!? Get out of my sight, you disgusting infant!
Chelsie: Here, this girl looks more your speed. Why don't you talk to her instead?
Elliot: Please, I am far too mature to associate with my small-minded peers. Why don't we go someplace a little more private where we can have an intellectual adult conversation.
Okay, I think that's enough independence for you. Time to make your way back to the supervision of your parents.
Aahana convinces Phoebe to drag herself away from her social media long enough for a nice family dinner before Elliot escapes their disciplinary clutches for good. The free food and drinks offered by my favorite holiday (because I'm a cheapskate), Night on the Town, are an added bonus. They don't even have a table yet, and Aahana's already hitting up the bar for bottomless free cocktails.
Elliot, stop texting your little girlfriends or asking for relationship advice on kid Reddit or whatever you're doing and get inside, you weirdo!
Elliot: Hey, Mom, can I have a sip of that drink?
Aahana: Excuse me, young man?!?
Phoebe: Oh, you want a drink, do you? Go right ahead. Let's see how much you can handle.
Phoebe: OH MY GOD! How did you even manage to sneak that insufferable thing in here?
Aahana: Come on, babe, he's just having fun!
I don't have anything interesting to say about this one. I just figured I should show them actually eating food since that's ostensibly the purpose of this entire excursion.
In more exciting developments, Aisha is a toddler now, and she is freaking adorable!
I'm crying over the flawlessness of this family, I just thought everyone should know.
Willow, first of all, who even invited you over, and second of all, why are you playing with toys by yourself like you've got nothing better going on in your life right now?
Willow: If you hit me over the head again, I swear to God I will strangle you to death! Got it, asshole?
Willow: You do realize you're not playing an actual instrument, right?
Joaquin: What of it? It's called air guitar. Look it up!
Then she walks right past Elliot inexplicably playing with a toy horse at the top of the staircase, which is an injury just waiting to happen.
Willow: Good God, this house is full of weirdos.
You're one to talk. He's probably just playing there because he was weirded out by you commandeering his toy box.
Elliot: Listen, kid, you're really cramping my style here. I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises immediately.
Yes, Elliot is an artistic genius in training and needs all the peace and quiet he can get (along with copious amounts of glitter) to craft his masterpieces. Right now, he's obsessed with making enough Love Day decorations to cover the walls of the entire house, which is 100% in character.
Naturally, Aisha's reaction to being shooed from the room is to come even closer to her brother and play make believe with her toy rhinoceros as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. I love a budding sibling rivalry!
Oh, Candy, I think we might be getting too old for all these crazy parties, and we all know what happened last time there was a crazy party at the Bluffs, but Phoebe has been getting antsy for a good time between being a mom and being a social media maven, so sure, be right there!
Jane: Ugh, I have to pee! Please tell me there's a bathroom somewhere in this godforsaken wilderness.
Starting off well, I see.
Jane: This is the bathroom? You've got to be kidding me.
Jane: I don't know about this. There's a certain line that just shouldn't be crossed, and peeing in a bush might be mine.
Phoebe: Yeah, partying used to be fun, but now I kind of can't wait to go home to my kids. Am I officially an old lady?
Joaquin: Come on, guys! We're not old! Let's show everyone we're still capable of kicking dance ass!
Phoebe: He's right. We're not in wheelchairs yet. Let's go out there and kill it while we still can!
Sadly, Phoebe got too much in her own head and fucked up their usually stellar synchronized dance routine by... kneeing herself in the eye? I honestly don't understand the origins of this injury.
Phoebe: Well, that was an embarrassment. But it was totally a fluke, right? It had to be a fluke!
I don't know, Phoebe. Is setting yourself aflame while attempting a redemptive fire dance also a fluke?
Uh, guys, might want to take notice of one of your closest friends being on fire directly behind you? No, you're just going to continue to ignore everything except for each other? All right then.
Luckily, Phoebe was able to put herself out, but then Jane decided to show her up with an absolutely immaculate fire dance of her own.
Phoebe, refusing to go down without a fight, manages to turn it around in the end with a flawlessly executed routine. Now no one, dead or alive, can say she's too far past her prime.
The endless gourmet cooking has finally paid off! Hooray for Jane!
Now she's back on the reviewing beat, though, which isn't really any better for her waistline.
Joaquin: Eat to your heart's content, babe. I'll love you no matter what.
Jane: Well, my heart is pretty full, but my wallet thinks that promotion looks mighty tasty...
While Jane continues to hone her food critiquing skills, Joaquin does a little light busking (in other words, Sims are stingy bastards who never tip).
Joaquin: I call this one "Ode to a Forgotten Spicy Curry Challenge Plate."
Oh no! The monster under the bed has come out to eat Elliot in the middle of the night!
Elliot: Mom, please wake up! There's a monster in my room, with big, scary tentacles and everything!
Phoebe: A monster, you say?!? Don't worry! Super Mom is on the case!
Elliot: Ugh, the stupid baby is fine. I'm the one it wants to eat. You should be paying attention to me!
Since he wasn't too impressed by Phoebe's priorities, he roused his surrogate dad, Joaquin, to come protect him instead.
Joaquin: I've got you, little buddy! This monster has no idea what's coming!
Hopefully, a thorough spray of the surrounding area with goblin repellent is enough to ward the thing off so that Elliot can get a proper night's sleep.
It makes sense that Phoebe's mind is a little scattered these days. She's officially on the second to last rung of her career ladder, and she needs 10,000 total online followers to reach the top, which means her fingers will be glued to the keyboard until she's a verified social media sensation.
While she trolls for potential viral content, Elliot does his homework right beside her to fulfill their mother/son bonding quota for the day.
However, her singular focus also means he has time to slip out of the house to the Spice Festival unaccompanied, where he attempts to hit up much older ladies. Purely for conversational purposes, I'm sure.
This girl's name is Chelsie, which is good to know because she might show up again down the line.
Chelsie: How old are you, five?!? Get out of my sight, you disgusting infant!
Chelsie: Here, this girl looks more your speed. Why don't you talk to her instead?
Elliot: Please, I am far too mature to associate with my small-minded peers. Why don't we go someplace a little more private where we can have an intellectual adult conversation.
Okay, I think that's enough independence for you. Time to make your way back to the supervision of your parents.
Aahana convinces Phoebe to drag herself away from her social media long enough for a nice family dinner before Elliot escapes their disciplinary clutches for good. The free food and drinks offered by my favorite holiday (because I'm a cheapskate), Night on the Town, are an added bonus. They don't even have a table yet, and Aahana's already hitting up the bar for bottomless free cocktails.
Elliot, stop texting your little girlfriends or asking for relationship advice on kid Reddit or whatever you're doing and get inside, you weirdo!
Elliot: Hey, Mom, can I have a sip of that drink?
Aahana: Excuse me, young man?!?
Phoebe: Oh, you want a drink, do you? Go right ahead. Let's see how much you can handle.
Phoebe: OH MY GOD! How did you even manage to sneak that insufferable thing in here?
Aahana: Come on, babe, he's just having fun!
I don't have anything interesting to say about this one. I just figured I should show them actually eating food since that's ostensibly the purpose of this entire excursion.
In more exciting developments, Aisha is a toddler now, and she is freaking adorable!
I'm crying over the flawlessness of this family, I just thought everyone should know.
Willow, first of all, who even invited you over, and second of all, why are you playing with toys by yourself like you've got nothing better going on in your life right now?
Willow: If you hit me over the head again, I swear to God I will strangle you to death! Got it, asshole?
Willow: You do realize you're not playing an actual instrument, right?
Joaquin: What of it? It's called air guitar. Look it up!
Then she walks right past Elliot inexplicably playing with a toy horse at the top of the staircase, which is an injury just waiting to happen.
Willow: Good God, this house is full of weirdos.
You're one to talk. He's probably just playing there because he was weirded out by you commandeering his toy box.
Elliot: Listen, kid, you're really cramping my style here. I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises immediately.
Yes, Elliot is an artistic genius in training and needs all the peace and quiet he can get (along with copious amounts of glitter) to craft his masterpieces. Right now, he's obsessed with making enough Love Day decorations to cover the walls of the entire house, which is 100% in character.
Naturally, Aisha's reaction to being shooed from the room is to come even closer to her brother and play make believe with her toy rhinoceros as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. I love a budding sibling rivalry!
Oh, Candy, I think we might be getting too old for all these crazy parties, and we all know what happened last time there was a crazy party at the Bluffs, but Phoebe has been getting antsy for a good time between being a mom and being a social media maven, so sure, be right there!
Jane: Ugh, I have to pee! Please tell me there's a bathroom somewhere in this godforsaken wilderness.
Starting off well, I see.
Jane: This is the bathroom? You've got to be kidding me.
Jane: I don't know about this. There's a certain line that just shouldn't be crossed, and peeing in a bush might be mine.
Phoebe: Yeah, partying used to be fun, but now I kind of can't wait to go home to my kids. Am I officially an old lady?
Joaquin: Come on, guys! We're not old! Let's show everyone we're still capable of kicking dance ass!
Phoebe: He's right. We're not in wheelchairs yet. Let's go out there and kill it while we still can!
Sadly, Phoebe got too much in her own head and fucked up their usually stellar synchronized dance routine by... kneeing herself in the eye? I honestly don't understand the origins of this injury.
Phoebe: Well, that was an embarrassment. But it was totally a fluke, right? It had to be a fluke!
I don't know, Phoebe. Is setting yourself aflame while attempting a redemptive fire dance also a fluke?
Uh, guys, might want to take notice of one of your closest friends being on fire directly behind you? No, you're just going to continue to ignore everything except for each other? All right then.
Luckily, Phoebe was able to put herself out, but then Jane decided to show her up with an absolutely immaculate fire dance of her own.
Phoebe, refusing to go down without a fight, manages to turn it around in the end with a flawlessly executed routine. Now no one, dead or alive, can say she's too far past her prime.
The endless gourmet cooking has finally paid off! Hooray for Jane!
Now she's back on the reviewing beat, though, which isn't really any better for her waistline.
Joaquin: Eat to your heart's content, babe. I'll love you no matter what.
Jane: Well, my heart is pretty full, but my wallet thinks that promotion looks mighty tasty...
While Jane continues to hone her food critiquing skills, Joaquin does a little light busking (in other words, Sims are stingy bastards who never tip).
Joaquin: I call this one "Ode to a Forgotten Spicy Curry Challenge Plate."