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Meet our founder, Layla Dasani. And, like most founders, she begins her life staring at birds through a binocular.
Layla: Wow, look, there's an annoying person staring at a computer screen!
Looks like someone is living up to her reputation as a sarcastic founder...

Here's a better shot of our founder. Pretty, no?

Here are her stats. Yes, she's a fortune Sim who wants to become the Head of the SCIA. She's also interested in Music & Dance and loves hard workers with glasses, but is turned off by zombies.

Here's her house. Looks really great for a legacy shack, doesn't it? Well, wait until you see the inside...

Yeah, I sort of spent all the money on the outside, so that I had room for only a bookcase, couch, and phone. No wallpaper, windows, or floor - that'll have to wait for a promotion.

After I stopped Layla's birdwatching, she moved onto jump roping. She isn't even that athletic!

It's easy to think she's a totally carefree Sim, but remember: this girl's bite is just as bad as her bark.

Yay, the paper showed up - that means she can look for her dream job!
Hmm, that paperboy is pretty cute - I wonder if he could join this legacy later on...

After the paperboy, Kimberly Something showed up.

Looks like Kimberly isn't good material for friends.
Layla: What do you mean? How can you not know any cute guys in this neighborhood?!
Kimberly: I told you - I'm too busy trying to become a witch.
Layla: I can think of something else to call you...

After Kimberly the Witch left, Layla stood there waiting for the welcome group to see if there were any cute guys. I couldn't help but take a picture of her waiting - it totally fits her personality!

Another shot of Layla being awesome.

And here comes the welcome group...

Here's Christopher. He's cute I guess, but last I saw he wasn't a good catch - much too hard to get. So, let's see who else is here...

Here's my first founder. I got through about forty pictures' worth of days before I realized that I had forgotten to make the pictures high quality, so I decided to start over with Layla. Maybe Lanae (that's her name) will pop up later on...

Here's the last guy in the welcome group. I think his name is Gabriel. And so this welcome group was pretty worthless.

So, I decided to send Layla to the Art Museum to see if there are any cute, artsy guys hanging around.

Not cute, although his hair could be considered modern art...

And this guy doesn't cut it either.

Layla decided to check out the human statue. She was fascinated by him.

Then the human statue scared her
Layla: Ohmigod, that thing is alive!
Layla, I though you were smarter than that!
Layla: Well, I think I just lost about half of my brain cells, so don't judge me.

When she got home, I decided it was time to look for a job.

Sadly, there wasn't a job in the Intelligence career, but she found a $350 entry job in the military career!

And soon it was off to work she goes... In the normal entry-level crappy car.

She got a promotion on the first day! Way to go, Layla!

And with that promotion comes wallpaper, flooring, and a light!

Sadly I spent all the money and had none left for a bed.

Looks comfy, doesn't it?

Layla also didn't have any money left over for a toilet, so we get a chance to see another funny face, thanks to Layla!
Layla: I'm laughing on the inside, really. *death glare*

After that little 'episode,' it was time to try again for her job in the SCIA. Sadly, no such luck.

So I decided to send Layla to the local coffee shop. She showed up in her military career outfit, but for some reason it disappeared later, and she was back in her normal outfit.

There weren't any cute guys there, although the original founder's (Lanae, remember her from earlier?) soon-to-be-husband was there.

Since there weren't any good guys yet, I decided to allow Layla to sing and see if anyone showed up.

Layla: *sings* I'm looking for a husband!
I'm trying to continue my legacy!
I want to find someone cute!
But at this point any guy will do!

Wow, Layla, that sounds like a winner. I'm sure you'll get a Grammy for that.

Hmm. Maybe it worked after all...
This nice-looking guy (ignore the ugly hair) is named Drake, I think.

Layla walked over to him right away and introduced herself.
Layla: Hey, my name is Layla, and I'm available.
Drake: *shocked at Layla's bluntness*
Hmm... this could get interesting.

Layla: Wow, your eyes are so gorgeous - they'd look great on a baby. Although my eyes would look prettier on babies...
Drake: Wow, you're so sweet!

Drake left soon after that, so I sent Layla back home to call him over to her house. While she waited, Layla tried catching fireflies.
Layla: I'm hoping they'll sing Fireflies for me.
Maybe you're still missing some brain cells from the little human statue incident.

And here comes Mr. Gorgeous Eyes himself.

And this was how she greeted him... We may have a possible spouse on our hands!

Awww... Aren't they such a cute couple?!

Soon after that, Layla asked him to moved in and he said yes!

And look how much money he brought with him! Yay, Drake!

Here are his stats. He's also a lover of cologne-wearing grey hair people (sorry, Layla!) who's turned off by fancy people in formal wear.

I gave him a makeover after that - no more ugly hair!
I think Layla likes this new look.
Sadly, I didn't have enough money to get him new clothes, but that's on my to-get list as soon as I get the rest of the things they need.

Here's the makeover of the house, thanks to the money Drake brought in. Sadly, I ran out of money before I could buy a fridge or oven, so I guess we're still stuck with pizza delivery for now.

Aren't they such a cute couple?! I know I already said this, but I just had to emphasize the point...

The next morning, Layla was back to trying to find her dream job.

And the same thing continues... no job.

But meanwhile Layla is doing really well in her current job!

In honor of this awesome promotion, Layla decided it was as good as any a time to propose to Drake...
Layla: Drake, we've known each other for a whole two days, and I can't help but fall in love with you more and more each day.
Really laying it on thick, huh, Layla?

Layla: *thinks about whether or not she regrets this about Drake, although it's a little too late*
Drake: OMG!

Drake: Wow, it's so sparkly! And it looks perfect over my biker glove!

Cute couple moment!
Although it sort of looks like Layla is trying to hold Drake captive, but I'm ignoring that right now...

But their bliss was over when Layla had to go to work the next morning, look all powerful in her military outfit.

And while his soon-to-be-bride is out earning them money, Drake is lying in bed. Way to be a man, Drake.
Drake: *ignores*

Later he's up, though, petting this adorable little dog who was walking through the neighborhood.

But when Layla got home, it was Drake's turn to go to work.

And Layla brought home another promotion! I think she's gotten a promotion every day she went to work.

But I really want to fulfill her LTW, so it's back to the newspaper to look for the job. The little doggy from before joined her.

And her luck ran out when it came to looking for a job.

And the bad luck continues! This skunk showed up, but Layla was smart and stayed inside.

Since Layla wasn't having any luck with her job, I had her work on helping her soon-to-be-husband by making friends, so that he would get a promotion.
Layla: Well, good bye to you, too! Maybe you should sleep with one eye open!
It looks like that's going well.

But she ended up working well at getting at least one friend, and Drkae got a promotion!

And the next day, Layla got a little surpise of her own, although I think getting more money is better than possibly being pregnant.
Layla: Oh, God, what have I done?
You joined a legacy, sweetheart.

Drake: I think that we may need to get some toys soon - Layla's been throwing up and dropping hints about needing toy, although I'm not sure why. Maybe she just thinks that the toys will help get rid of her stomach bug or whatever it is.

Drake: Personally, I think we should spend our money on a big-screen TV. We don't even have a TV at all, so I think we need that before we worry about getting a grown women some toys.

Well, at least someone knows what's going on. Poor Layla is falling into that normal role of legacy mom, even though I've never had a Sims do this. Sorry to do this to you, Layla.
Layla: Ignores.

I figured I should get them married before Layla actually became pregnant.
[WEDDING SPAM]






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After that, Drake went to start painting on the new easel I got them.
Drake: I want to paint a portrait of my wedding while it's still fresh in my mind!
Maybe I'll tell him later that portraits are only of people. I don't want to break his little heart - I'll leave that to Layla.
Drake: Wait, what did you say?
*ignores*

Layla, meanwhile, is trying to find a job. AGAIN.
But she didn't find it. AGAIN. So we'll have to stick with the military for now.

Then I remembered I had finally gotten a desk for the computer Mr. Humble gave us, so I decided to see if the computer had any Intelligence careers.

But not even that worked. Maybe she'll find an Intelligence job when she's about to die. With my luck, she probably will.

The new Mr. Dasani was working away on friendships. Right now, he's talking to... the pizza delivery man.
Drake: Listen, I'm really sorry Pizza Delivery Guy, but now that we had a stove and a fridge, we just don't need pizza delivery right now. Maybe someday we'll call in the future, but for now, I just can't see you.
You're breaking up with him over the phone? Real classy, Drake.

Um, Drake, why are you thinking about Kimberly the Witch while you're in bed with your new wife?

Better, Drake, much better.

But Layla interrupted the lovely moment to...

...become pregnant!

And that's all for this update. Next time, we'll see if Layla will help bring a lot of children in order to help fulfill Drake's LTW of having six children. And we'll also see if Layla has better luck finding her dream job. I'll try ot have a new update soon!.
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