It didn’t take very long before Celia too became a frequent visitor to the Enthycia-Gale household, one can wonder if she visited because she actually liked Poppy and Pomona or if she simply dropped by in the hopes that she’d pick up juicy gossip. At either rate it seemed like there was something going on in the house these days. Whenever Celia got there Pomona would follow Poppy around, trying to talk to her, talking about love and all the difficulties that came along with it.

For the most part Poppy would reply with: “Why ‘Mona, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were changing your spots”. Though sometimes she’d indulge Pomona and discuss love and its difficulties. “Friendship over love?” Poppy says, “hm, I don’t know… Love is grand… And friendship doesn’t give you a ring on your finger…”

“So… How serious are these engagement things?” Pomona asked Poppy one day. “Well, an engagement is half-way to marriage, and marriage is supposed to last forever, isn’t it?” Poppy replied. “So what you’re saying is that engagement are like… Super-serious stuff?” Poppy nodded quickly. “Very,” she looked stunned for a moment, “you’re not engaged are you?” Pomona looked horrified and shook her head. “Oh no!”

The entire evening Celia listened as Pomona made varied attempts at telling Poppy whatever big secret she was hiding. “You know how you’ve said that people should be allow to woohoo freely?” Pomona started. “I’ve never said that,” Poppy shook her head and looked away. “That must have been Clary…”

Ceilia watched Pomona and arched a slight brow, thorn between being amused and feeling pity for Poppy. Well, he can’t complain that nothing interesting ever happens around Harrington anymore… she thought to herself as she watched Pomona. She should probably stay out of it, but it really was quite amusing…

A little later that evening Baptista Savage, Clary’s husband, called Pomona for a chat. “Best friends are forever, aren’t they?” Pomona asked. “Well, unless something happens, yes…” Pomona sighed. “I’ve got to go, Arthur wants me to hang out…”

Of course, if Pomona didn’t know any better she’d have thought that Arthur was trying to mess with her plans. “I’d never sleep with anyone who’s engaged,” was Arthurs opening sentence when he started the conversation. Pomona stiffened and grabbed his arm, giving him a warning glance from the corner of her eye.

For a minute there was nothing but silence, and Celia found herself smiling for a minute before looking at Poppy who looked both confused and somewhat disgusted. Clearly, Poppy had thought that all people who were engaged were off limits by default.

“What’s the point of getting engaged if you’re going to sleep with someone else anyhow? Hardly proper I’d say…” Celia ventured, looking from Pomona to Poppy. If she was understanding this correctly, and she very much thought so, she was starting to get an image of what was going on.

This is part one of two entries that took place while I was playing Pomona and Poppy’s house. I split them in two as they’d be far too long to read in one sitting (this one is four pages long with a total of 27 pictures).

One can wonder what thoughts went through Pomona’s head as she stood in the kitchen/living room screaming her head off. Maybe she thought “never again!” or perhaps she was wondering where the hell Poppy was and what was taking her so long? Either way, it’s safe to say that Pomona was not feeling anything but severe pain and an urge to curse men to hell and back.

Luckily Pomona came running quite quickly, although Socrates was just a nanosecond quicker in getting there. Though at that point Pomona probably wouldn’t have cared very much as to who got her to the hospital as long as she got there and got an epidural.

After a bit of pacing back and forth (Poppy and Socrates, who for some reason felt the need to come along, did the pacing, Pomona mostly just breathed and pushed), biting of nails and going between the stages of panic (that was mainly just Poppy) Pomona finally delivered and upon arrving back home took a minute to look at this little bundle she’d brought to the world. (She refused to call it a “bundle of joy” as she was certain it was bound to be more of a “boundle of trouble”)

At either rate, Poppy did her best at welcoming Marius Gale to the world by preparing a nursery for him. After all, Poppy really does want some of these bundles herself, although she’s wondering if she might not consider adopting instead, as it seems more painless.

Of course, one might want to point out to her that participating in that particular activity does not bound well for avoiding the pain that giving birth would surely cause. Perhaps this is another sign why assigning Poppy as the headmaster might have been a bad idea. As of yet the rate of teenage pregnancy hasn’t gone up, so one can assume that no severe harm has been done as of yet.

Poppy is still very much a child at heart, though luckily it appears that Socrates doesn’t mind that very much. He too longs for “bundles” (they’ve taken to calling them that after watching the terrifying heartwarming process that brought Marius to the world), and they’ve taken quite a shine to one another. That and Poppy truly does need another teacher, a teacher who is not Pomona as that can’t be good for anyone

Whoever said men/boys will sometimes move too quick for ones liking has clearly never met Poppy. It didn’t take her long to decide that she wanted to marry Socrates. This might be because as far as Poppy knows, Socrates has never been near neither Clary or Pomona and so he’s “safe” from them. Oh Poppy…

At either rate he did accept, although he didn’t move in as he had some things to take care of at his place before he could move anywhere, that and Poppy and Pomona still haven’t decided precisely which one of them who owns the house and until they decide neither are too keen on moving and losing possible investments.

Let’s all say “Awwww” and “Congrats” to the happy couple, may the happiness last and so on and so forth. Poppy seems slightly more into the embrace than Socrates, no?

This is Harrington School, excuse the gray sky and the rain and the sims, being the genius that I am I took a picture of the school after I’d started it. Oh well, I suppose the gray sky does sort of fit considering the fact that it is school after all.

Here’s an overview of the first floor and here’s one of the second floor. They’re a bit on the large side, so I linked to them instead.

When you enter the school from the main doors you walk straight into a hall. From the hall you can go to the cafeteria, to the library, the principals office (i.e. Poppy’s office), the principals bathroom, the students toilets and also up to the second floor. As you can see, the school does provide snacks and sugary goodness for students in need to a quick energy fix after a late night out of working on a school project.

The cafeteria itself is rather bland, there’s nothing up on the walls just yet, although in time I’m sure there will be. You can also see the doors leading to the respective bathrooms (I didn’t take a picture of them since they’re honestly not very interesting). The door leads outside to the playground/hangout spot.

The hangout spot comes equipped with a grill and a few chairs, the students are already nagging for the hangout spot to be roofed so they can enjoy it even when it rains. The plan is that the hangout spot (it really does need a better name) will be used for social gatherings during the school year and will be the spot were graduating students will have a barbecue party with the rest of the school before they leave. (At the moment there are no venues for balls and such, so this is the second best option although various sims might decide to host the party themselves. If a venue does pop up the school will gather a prom comitee that will look at cost and expenses etc.

Going back inside we go in the opposite direction and come across Jaquenetta Gale, you might recognize her from one of the wedding photos from Clary’s wedding. As of yet she’s of little importance, she spends most of her time heartfarting over Clary and Pomona.

Poppy’s office. It’s quite dull and boring really, as the students paint paintings etc. Poppy might hang some of them up in her office, for now it’s very simple. Though she did get a high-tech computer (being the principal should give you some benefits after all).

The office is also the place were I hanged the picture that allows school uniforms, I’m still not sure whether or not to make it a “private” or public school. As of yet there aren’t many taxes but there aren’t many playable children either. For now, Poppy will be one of the few getting “money from no where” every once in awhile to help pay of her loan etc.

As you can see, it’s also a popular hangout spot, because we all like hanging out in the principal’s office for no reason at all. Oh and Clary dropped by before I had a chance to “close” the business and decided to do some workout on her own. Is she subtly trying to tell me that they need a gym? The paperboy appeared by accident as I summoned various teens, the poor boy was allowed to leave in the end though.

The library, which comes equipped with computers as well. Since there are no bookshelves in the classrooms the students go down to the library to study “book skills” such as cooking etc. I considered giving them a classroom for cusine and such, like I had back at junior high, but then I considered the high risk of fire and decided against it.

Poppy and Pomona are both townies, I didn’t make them and they “willingly” became friends with Clary (who they can blame for getting them into this madness). Poppy is now 29 and a family oriented sim, while Pomona is romance oriented and 28 years old.

We’ll start off with the moment that made me re-think blogging, it might not tell you a whole lot now, but it will eventually, I promise. Either way, I’d just built Poppy and Pomona a house (which looks quite a bit like Clary’s) and the first person to stop by was Raiden. Now, Raiden and Pomona did get along quite nicely although I don’t really think they had a lot of chemistry between them. Poppy does have two bolts with him, however she severely dislikes him (I think it began as an argument over at Clary’s and it has now evolved into them becoming enemies). Generally whenever Raiden came over (this is not the only time he’s dropped by) Poppy would quickly busy herself with something else, and since there’s usually quite a lot of sims on the lot, mainly men, she often ended up watching TV with them.

Not to say that Poppy doesn’t have a social life of her own, it’s just that it’s just that, social, nothing more nothing less. She and Arthur has bonded over their love for dancing in music videos for example (Arthur is a frequent visitor both at Clary’s house and at Pomona’s). In fact, they’ve formed a friendship of shorts, although it really doesn’t remove the awkward factor for Poppy when he struts out of Pomona’s bedroom wearing only his boxers. Still, she likes him better than Raiden, that’s for sure.

This is one of those rare moments were Raiden and Poppy are not at each other’s throats, Arthur are friends with them both so maybe he talked them into “playing nice” while Pomona plays “nice” with Socrates in her bedroom. (I swear, the house is constantly filled with people, and yes, both Clary and Pomona seem to go for the same “type”, a recipe for trouble? Maybe…)

I have to admit I’m sort of waiting to see if ACR will ever kick in for Poppy and Raiden, I doubt it’d go well, but because Arthur constantly makes them sit next to each other (both want to eat/watch tv/hang out with Arthur all the time) they’re bound to start acting civilly with one another at least!

However, Pomona with her frequent “encounters” was bound to end up like this at some point. I’ll admit to being quite surprised as well when she suddenly popped (I installed Monique’s child support mod afterwards, so now I’m usually not taken by as much surprise) after waking up. Considering the fact that this was her first pregnancy, it was surprisingly easy although she did end up with her face in her food near the end of it. She also rolled a fear of having children, go figure, after she reached her third trimester.

Who is Pomona talking with? Clary of course! Does Clary have the faintest clue about Pomona’s sudden “roundness”? Of course not! Why doesn’t Clary know? Because my dear friends, the child is Raiden’s… Oh yeah… I smell drama and intrigue a mile away. And like I said, Pomona and Clary like the same men… Poppy is completely unaware, in fact she really had no clue how many people Pomona had been with until she asked Pomona who the dad was and Pomona ended up listing some five different men as potential sires… Poppy loves her friends, but unlike most family sims (who tend to go nuts with ACR until they settle down) she’s so far stayed FAR away from all men. And no, she’s not lesbian.

Interesting note; Pomona works nights, so she often invites her guys over during the day, hence Poppy never really knew how many men Pomona had been with. But more importantly, Poppy only really knows about Raiden and Arthur since she ended up going to bed before Socrates emerged from Pomona’s room… Why is this important? You’ll see, I promise.

Note: Poppy is actually the principal of Harrington School, I have several pictures of it, but I’m not sure if I’m going to post it before the big madness that lies ahead, during or after. It’s still in testing (which I claim as my reason for not updating Poppy’s wardrobe to something more suitable for a woman who’s profession is to teach children!) and there’s only really one child that’s old enough to attend, but they had enough funds in the government fund box and I really wanted a school dammit!

Also, since I forgot to add it to the main part of the post; Pomona’s first child was a boy named Marius, he’s currently three years old

At present (which would mean in 2014) Clary is a 32 year old married woman. However this brief post will introduce you to the pre-blog Clary and detail a little of what happened before I started blogging (which actually is quite a bit).

The then Clary Hansley came to Harrington at 18 along with her cat Flower (who is now dead but has been “replaced” by a cat named Flora who looks practically identical). No one is quite certain what made Clary move all the way out to Harrington, nor do we know much about the place were she came from, all that we know is that she quickly made friends and that she quickly had a reputation going around. Exactly what sort of reputation? Well, that’s what I’m hoping to tell/show you now

Here we have Clary along with the deceased Flower. This is actually taken a bit later after Clary moved to Harrington, she really had no hopes of affording a flower station when she first got to Harrington. Clary is a popularity sim and is very outgoing, she loves having friends over and making friends. Unfortunatley when she first moved to Harrington there wasn’t any community lots and the only real way she had to meet anyone was to hope that someone would pass by. Which took several days. (This might be because I totally forgot to force create some townies…)

This is Clary’s shack/house. Note the doghouse, it was Flowers only bed (well, other than the couch and the bed) for several years until Clary could afford a pillow to keep inside. Poor cat! One of the first people Clary met upon venturing outside after work (at the start of her adventure most of her time was spent sleeping, so she had little time to interact with anyone) was Poppy Enthycia who quickly became a close friend and confidante of Clary.

The two might not look very much alike or appear to have much in common, but amusingly enough they do. Poppy is a bit more family centered than what Clary is and a bit more reserved as well. Still the two get along and Poppy has spent many a night sleeping over at Clary’s after the two stayed up far too late watching old series and movies or having a few drinks after a tough day at work. In short it was pretty rare to see Poppy anywhere but at Clary’s house.

Some nights were sillier than others, sometimes the two would discuss the guys they’d seen and met and work or that they’d seen passing their houses. The unfortunate thing about there not being any proper hangouts is of course the fact that meeting anyone is next to impossible. Poppy would spend many a night bemoaning the lack of proper men and Clary never really had the heart to tell her that she’d seen a fair few men… in her bedroom.

One day after Clary had called Poppy over, Poppy asked if it would be okay if she brought along a friend. Though her friend had several friends of her own, she really wanted to meet Clary after hearing Poppy talk so much about her. Not needing to be asked twice Clary immediatley told Poppy to bring her ower and that she’d make sandwhices to which Poppy had laughed and said that Clary really needed to get better at cooking if she was ever to be a good wife and mother. Clary had been so taken back by the mere thought of marriage and children that she didn’t even notice it when she somehow managed to push one of the plates off the table and onto her lap, just barely managning to grip it before it fell to the floor.

And this was how Clary got to know Pomona who she found to be quite a lot like herself. In fact, Pomona was so alike that Clary had walked in on Pomona and some fellow doing the naughty in Clary’s bed, even though Pomona didn’t even live there! Pomona quickly became the one Clary went to whenever she needed or wanted to talk about guys. Because frankly she had a few… There was Socrates Sweet, Raiden Aspen, Geraint Eldon, Arthur Mungo and a few guys from work that she didn’t really know the name of. Of course, she never told Pomona her full list of people. Besides, Pomona seemed to figure that Clary had something really heavy going with Baptista Savage, she’d bring it up often with Clary who’d time and time again refuse to ever have gone there with him.

In fact, if Pomona had paid some more attention when Clary spoke, she might have noticed that the one who visited most often was actually Geraint Eldon, or at least he was until he suddenly stopped coming. Pomona didn’t notice and though Poppy didn’t really know what was going on between them she did ask Clary why he never seemed to be around anymore. Clary had simply shrugged and said they had a falling out.

Of course a few months later the reason became more visible as Clary’s stomach grew and grew. Upon realising what was going on Poppy had stopped visiting her friend for awhile before finally visiting to urge her to let him know. After all, it was only fair of her to do so, right? Clary relented and told him… Over the phone. He didn’t believe her so they ended up deciding to have a paternity test when the baby was born.

Her friends didn’t really understand, well Poppy did but she viewed children as a miracle something Clary was inclined to disagree wtih. However what Clary had never told anyone was that she’d miscarried, she’d miscarried several times before. The first time had been at 17 back home, which was part of the reason why she moved. However after arriving at Harrington she had several more, she estimated it to be around 5, she couldn’t be sure about the last one, but she was pretty certain that too had been a miscarriage. As far as father’s went she was farily certain at least one or two had been Raiden’s or Geraints, the others she was not so sure about.

And so, Clary came to the conclusion that she was going to keep the baby and several months later Jared Hansley was born. His father, Geraint, never really kept in touch with neither Clary nor Jared after Jared’s birth and though Clary has told Jared who his father is she’s never really made an effort to get back in touch.

Things calmed down again and Jared turned 3, during the three years Clary’d lost touch with just about everyone except Pomona and Poppy, and though she never said anything, she was desperate for some adult male company. Which was why when Raiden suddenly passed by one day she couldn’t help inviting him in. She began inviting him over and it didn’t take long before Pomona began bringing some men over as well, clearly seeing that Clary was looking for “company”.

However none of the men really matched Raiden with his ambitious and stubborn streak and Clary found herself inviting him over day after day. The one week were he was out of town Clary felt at a loss of what to do until Baptista Savage walked by. She invited him over, and to put it simply, one thing led to that which lasted for a week. Raiden came back and despite her quickie with Baptista, Clary leaped at the chance to invite him to live with her, an invitation he gladly accepted. After all, they’d never said anything about actually being together up until then, right?

Months went by and Clary began feeling more and more naseous, eventually it got so bad she couldn’t stand it anymore and she went to the doctor who promptly told her she was pregnant. In shock and in wonder Clary spent the next day staring at the wall of her office down at the grocery market she’d opened shortly after Jared was born.

While she contemplated how to tell Raiden that she was pregnant, and that the child wasn’t his, “fate” struck again and she miscarried. She never told Raiden nor Baptista, continuing her life as best as she could and focusing on work.

It was shortly after that Raiden asked her to marry him and needing to feel safe, Clary agreed. Raiden wanted a quick wedding and Clary didn’t see any reason not to do so. However as the wedding came closer Raiden got more and more posessive, glaring whenever Clary had a male friend over. It annoyed her, but it also worried her, did he know?

The night before the wedding everything exploded, Clary had been at her hen party not too sober and while there she’d come over Arthur Mungo, a frequent fling from the earlier days. One thing had led to another and before she knew it she was sitting on his lap and making out. Of course, that was the precise moment that Raiden had come home.

He’d ordered everyone to leave and they’d fought for hours. Luckily Jared had been over at Poppy’s who hadn’t been able to come because she had to leave very early the next morning for a plane.

Eventually Clary had gotten fed up with it all, never getting any peace from his nagging and told him to cancel the wedding. Raiden had refused, saying something about it making him look bad in the eyes of the company CEO. They’d fought more and Clary had gone to bed, thinking the wedding would surely be canceled.

Well, she was wrong, because Raiden still wanted to go through with it and apologized profusely for his actions the previous night. Since he’d never done more than yell and argue with her, Clary found herself relenting, if for no one but for Jared who she knew longed for a dad and who she knew liked Raiden. They’d walked up the aisle and she’d stood under the arch with Raiden and looked around. Poppy was there, Pomona was there, Celia, a friend of Raiden was there and several of her friends/flings were there too. Suddenly she saw Baptista and felt herself go cold. She could hear muttering and someone asking her for something and before she knew it she was withdrawing and running down the aisle.

Everyone stood up and Arthur even reached out to her, but Clary ran past him and right over to Baptista who she hugged. Raiden looked livid for a moment before he’d turned and briskly walked off, quickly followed by his friend, Celia Garnet.

For a moment all Clary could do was stare at Baptista. Then suddenly she dragged him with her up to the arch, looked at him and simply said “Do you want to marry me?”. He’d looked at her for a second then to everyone’s surprise, including Clary though she was pleasantly surprised, he’d said yes and Clary found herself married after all.

Not long after she discovered she was pregnant and she knew there was no doubt about it and that it had to be Raidens. She contemplated abortion and adoption, but eventually she found herself avoiding anything that had to do with either of the options. She told Poppy and Pomona who both told her they’d support her no matter what and she told Baptista who said said the same thing.

Several months later Jaden Savage was born, Clary has seen little of Raiden since then and rumour is that he’s nursing his ego and licking his wounds. Though evil tongues also say he’s been checking out the rest of the female population.

Notes: I’m sorry for the big wall of text, I just really didn’t have any pictures but I felt I needed to let you know what happened anyway, after all it’s pretty huge things to leave out. And yes, Clary has had a total fo 6 miscarriages… Poor woman.

If you are wondering about the couches in the wedding picture, I have this to say; poor man’s wedding. It was the cheapest thing and it did the trick, no? (this was in Clary’s backyard btw.)

Raiden might seem a bit like a stupid idiot, and maybe he is. Regardless I’m planning on moving him and Celia Garnet (they’re strictly platonic though) together so we’ll get a chance to see things from his view as well. I’m also going to move some other sims together like Socrates and Arthur. Oh and you’ll get to see who some of these guys are later, I promise!

Here’s a picture of the wedding reception and if you click it, it will take you to another picture were the names have been added on. Might not tell you much now though Also, see the matching couple in blue? It’s a sign I say!

So what exactly is this blog? Well, most of you who come here know that this is a Sims 2 blog (at least I hope you do) and some of you might know who I am from comments to your blog or maybe even Vivienne Hamlet. Some of you are probably also noticing the lack of sim links in the sidebar… Never fear, this is well on its way to being changed I’ve just been so busy I haven’t gotten around to it (read: I totally forgot until I sat down and typed this!)

Either way, I never wrote something like this for Vivienne, but I figured I’d do so for Harrington, just because it felt right somehow.

My playstyle is generally quite prosperity-like in its approach, I don’t play with rounds (something about even naming it rounds makes me want to run off in the opposite direction) and my sim days are years instead of days. (Credit goes to Lakeside Heights for that)

I don’t have a particular economic system in place, though this ‘hood (along with its dead sister hood Vivienne) has its roots in the Build a City Challenge. However instead of using population scores I simply use money and have a poor smuck… I mean fortunate sim sitting in a shed house gathering money and other shiny trinkets much like a dragon. In more simplified terms; he’s the government funds. Beyond that though, there’s currently 2 community shops in Harrington, one grocery and one school (I’d forgotten how fun schools are).

There are presently two families in play (though I will add more when I go back to play, more on this in the actual sim-play-related posts) one is made by me and was started by Clary Savage (who is, despite the wording, very much alive and quite young) and the second are the townie family Gale-Enthycia (credit for the names goes to the name hack by Bitsy over at Somnium) it consists of two females Poppy and Pomona, both whom you’ll have the pleasure of meeting and seeing a bit later.

There isn’t any custom content links page up, so if there’s something that catches your fancy don’t hesitate to ask (heck, do so even when the page is up) I’m not the worlds most organized individual (proven by the fact that my excel spreadsheets are dumped everywhere) but I should be able to figure it out anyway.

That’s pretty much all I can think to write right now, I am going to write an “about” page and all that. It’s coming, but it’ll take the time that it takes (obvious much?).

As for me, I’m an 18-year-old female living in Norway with my dad. I’m just finishing up (small graduation party at 6p.m. today! Gah, I’m finished!) high school and looking forward to summer break (where a lot of time will be spent simming since I’m “only” going to Rome as far as I know (summer job you say? Well, I don’t like the short-term commitment of that so the official job-search starts at the same time as university does since I’d rather have a horrible job that I go to continously for a long time than a job that lasts me 3 weeks). After all this, if nothing goes horribly awry (*knock on wood, crossing fingers*) I’ll be studying history at the university of Oslo in the autumn

There, I’m aaalll done