Previously on the Chaos Legacy: Brandon and Babs sailed through childhood and their teenage years, in a super tight race for heir. They spent nearly all their time together studying and playing as children, but the second they became teens and their magic kicked in, that’s pretty much all anyone wanted to do. Lots of family magic time in the Chaos house. I had no idea who would become heir, right up until Babs cast ice blast on Stiles and turned her father into a giant block of ice (he melted! And then had to clean up the puddles from his melt after he was no longer a block of ice!) and then read the
May god have mercy on our souls. S3 University is hard.
Welcome to university, Babs, and welcome to the stress of being a torch-holder.
Babs: So excited to be here! Never doubted I’d be chosen.
Carla: Right right moving on.
I’m not sure I ever played Sims 2 university, but I’ve read enough legacies to know that Sims 3 university is different. Because I don’t remember playing S2 university, if I ever did (I didn’t have the money for very many expansion packs back in the day), I won’t be pointing out specific differences, but I will try to explain the S3 process as I go. To begin with, when you send a S3 Sim to university, you get to pick where they will live; the options are coed dorms, single-sex dorms (called sororities and, I assume, frat houses, though I’ve never played a male character at university), and houses. Dorms are free, houses cost rent. The Chaos family is still pretty poor at this stage (especially after paying for Babs to go to university in the first place; she got a bit of a scholarship and started out with some credits, which I’ll discuss later, but it still cost quite a bit of money. Not the same as in the actual real world, I say bitterly and think about my student loan debt after two degrees, but still). For that reason, Babs will be in the dorms throughout university.
For this first part of university, at least, she lives at a sorority house, which basically just means it’s an all-female dorm. I’ve never played a Sim living in either a sorority or frat house, and I wanted to see how it went.
Her dorm-mates are, from left to right (I’m pretty sure): Samantha Grey, Shannon Arkers, Hanna Germanotta, Ashley DeSorrento, and Paris Vanderbuilt.
Paris Vanderbuilt immediately came over to introduce herself, but not to flirt. Alas, because I would like to get the spouse hunt underway. Babs will be very busy with school most of this round at university (she’s taking A LOT of hours), and the sooner we get to socializing, the better.
(Yes, I’m a little worried about trying to combine the spouse hunt with classes and studying. It was hard enough with Abby!)
(Spoilers: THAT IS CALLED FORESHADOWING.)
Wide angle shots of the downstairs and upstairs. It’s a fairly pretty lot, and far more decorated than I ever would have made it. I’m trying to get better at house design as I play, but I get super bored pretty much as soon as I start. (I also get frustrated that more things can’t be interacted with by the Sims. There are good things. Why can’t my Sims actually use them and not just look at them? I know, I know, complicated coding, makes the game even bigger, etc.)
After talking to Paris for awhile, Babs went upstairs and claimed the room with the guitar in it, then immediately started playing. She’s not terrible, considering she’s never picked up a guitar before. A) virtuoso, and b) I guess skillllllz carried over from the toddler xylophone, because that makes total sense without having played an instrument in the interim.
Paris came to watch, along with Hanna Germanotta on the left and new dormie Tasha Akers on the right. They really liked Babs’ playing.
(I keep typing Abby. I miss you already, my grumpy, neat, logical loner.)
Then Babs took off running to the University Meet and Greet. I can’t see her mother doing that ever. Already, playing Babs is a much different experience than playing Abby. It still amazes me how much a few traits can change characterization and therefore gameplay.
(Good grief, I need to update Babs’ clothes as soon as she gets back to the dorm, that outfit is terrible.)
Anoki Moon introduced himself to Babs immediately. Isn’t he a cutie? He’s one of the standard university students that come with the expansion pack, so I’ve seen him around all the times I’ve played through. I apparently didn’t write down the other guy’s name, so he must not have shown up very often.
Then Babs got roped into a game of foosball with Derek Khan. No immediate spark with either Anoki or Derek, but we’ll see where the spouse hunt takes us. It’s interesting, playing Babs after spending so long playing Abby; Abby would have been miserable at university because so much of it is spent around other people. Babs doesn’t mind it at all.
Derek: I don’t want to be a big baby, but I hate losing! Why didn’t you let me win?
Babs: Not a chance, dude! I should have befriended the guy playing table tennis, he seems way more laid back than you!
Derek: You’re outspoken and annoying.
Babs: Right back at you.
Carla: Not spouse material then.
Babs really, really wanted to drink a soda; I ignored it for awhile during the meet and greet, but that want kept popping up. There are vending machines upstairs in the student union, where all the game tables are, so I let her grab one after things with Derek went so sour.
This was a bad idea. You’ll see.
But first, check out Ms Cocky. Babs is feeling pretty badass playing pool against Tiffany Angles. I love the cocked hip and that little smirk, even though I hate the outfit.
Tiffany: You’d think I’d be better at this, considering my last name. How are you beating me already?
Babs: I’m just a winner, baby.
Carla: Your confidence is outstanding.
Just when it looks like they might become friends…
That soda comes back into play. Babs, honey, you all right? I didn’t expect to take a picture like this until much later in this generation.
Babs: *hworf* No *gag* more *blargh* soda!
After the vomit-fest (I’ll only subject you to the one picture, but it went on for awhile), Babs got a party invite, to a formal party … at her own home. This is the first time that’s happened to me!
Carla: Babs, you have terrible taste in clothes.
Babs: Busy getting my mack on.
Samantha Grey: Oh, you are fine.
Carla: HAVE YOU SEEN THAT OUTFIT?!
Samantha: So fine!
They flirt a little, but because of the vomit-fest, Babs showed up at the party right before it ended. Then, exhausted, she hauled herself upstairs to bed, and for the first time, ever, I saw clothes on the floor. What? Why? How? What prompted that? Is it tied to the sorority house? I’ve never seen a Sim do that before! I AM SO CONFUSED.
Babs dreams of
The next morning, Babs heads off to her first class. That outfit is not terrible, but your bare legs are making me cold. I’ll fix that later.
In Sims 3, when you send a Sim to university, you sign them up for one or two semesters at a time, and up to five classes for each semester. Babs had enough early creative development to receive some transfer credits in the arts, so she’s an art major. Because I’m trying to get through university and get on to the next generation, I sent Babs to school for the max amount of time she could do, but that will still leave her a few credits short, so I’ll have to play a second round. Still, I front-loaded things so this will be the longest bout of university, and she has five classes, three on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and one each on Tuesday and Thursday. The M-W-F schedule are all rabbit hole classes, where we don’t get to see what happens, but the Tuesday and Thursday schedule will be much more dynamic.
Anyway, all that is to say, there’s not much to see here.
Babs’ first two classes on M-W-F are in the same building, so even though she (and all of her classmates, apparently) is starving, she has time to eat an apple she conjured. A regular apple, not a poisoned one, though all the poisoned ones do is make the Sim pass out for awhile. Still, two more classes today, no time to pass out, Babs.
Her third class of the day is in this gorgeous building. Reminds me of Michigan Law, really.
After spending all day in class, Babs is hungry, despite the apples, exhausted, and smelly. That’s a great start to the semester. *facepalm*
YOU GUYS HAVE ONLY LIVED THERE A DAY AND A HALF, HOW IS IT ALREADY SO TRASHED?
The next morning, her class starts a little later in the day, so Babs has time to slug back some juice for breakfast. Though how she can keep her appetite in that mess, I don’t know.
Tuesday’s class is a lecture, so we get to see what’s happening, and I have a few options for Babs. First thing she does on her own is fall asleep, just like a couple other people. That won’t do.
Much better, Babs. (Also, look, walls are up and there’s actually a ceiling! Much better, Carla, too.) This is an art lecture, though I apparently did not write down the name. I’m not sure I’d take that instructor seriously based on what she’s drawing.
Check out Babs’s updated outfit! I added tights and her signature red shoes, plus some glasses, because Babs? Is a freaking hipster. Her fave music is geek rock and her fave color is black. Oh, Babs.
Brace yourself for some pic spam.
After class, Babs wanted to practice giving a speech, so I let her use the podium – until another class started to fill the room. How embarrassing! Babs handled it like a pro, however. (And I was clearly enamored by the faces and gestures she made.)
In another, this time empty, classroom, Babs wanted to create some concept art. I think it needs work, but I am really loving the art program. It’s a lot of fun so far.
Back at the house, she wanted to do some studying. In Sims 3, they can study using their phones, which I think is adorable, ridiculous, and probably very true. You’re starting to look as antisocial as Abby, sweetie, though I love your enthusiasm about school.
After a quick workout at the nearby gym, Babs decided she just had to do some sketching. The faces she makes while sketching are even better than the faces Abby made while, well, doing everything! I hope this is hereditary and it stays in the legacy a long time.
Between classes the next day (one of the long days), Babs for the first time wanted to criticize a piece of art. She spends a bunch of time staring at it and making faces, like this, and then reacts to it: generally badly, when it comes to Babs. This is an action driven by her avant garde trait, AND IT ENDS UP BEING ANNOYING AS HELL. Ninety percent of the time, if left to her own devices, she goes around criticizing all the art in any given space – and if there isn’t art, sometimes she’ll stoop to fixtures and lampposts, etc.
After class, even though she was exhausted, she wanted to go to the library. It’s very pretty, but it was a little weird, because it was a full moon night, and, well, look, there’s a zombie reading a book and then putting it up. Because Sims, that’s why.
(I love it.)
Babs wanted to study again, so I sent her to her computer. This was a bad, bad idea. I forgot she was a technophobe. I’m not sure I ever caught her in action, but after she uses a piece of tech, or walks through a room with the television on, she shouts and raves and tears at her hair.
Oh, Babs. I love you.
So instead, she’s studying using a book. In someone else’s room. With her shoes on their bed. Because she’s a jackass sometimes.
That is how she ended up heir, after all.
Thursday’s class is an activity, so we get to watch them spend a couple hours sketching. Oh, look, isn’t that Derek? No wonder he hit it off with Babs at first. Shame he was so rude.
Babs: *splutter* *gag* *gasp* What the hell?!
Carla: *cackles* You inherited that, too, Babs!
Babs: I’ll show this stupid sink who is boss. *clank* *smack* *pound*
Carla: I don’t think that’s going as well as you hope it’s going.
Babs: IT WILL WORK.
Carla: At least you can take out your frustrations on it.
After waging war on the sink (and, eventually, winning), Samantha showed up wanting to flirt, and I realized: SAMANTHA GREY IS A WEREWOLF.
HELLO FUTURE SPOUSE.
Babs: I think we should go out sometime, cutie.
The next morning, Babs is super excited to drink her breakfast juice in all that filth, as you can see. Of course, that’s her empty juice carton in the center of the table in the second shot, so she’s just adding to the mess.
This house is disgusting. I find it hilariously terrible and entertaining.
After a long day of staring at a stone wall because she was in class all day (I meant I was staring at the wall, but after her nap during class on Tuesday, it’s possible Bab was staring at the wall, too), she came home and needed to clean. Unfortunately, she’s now afraid of the kitchen sink (or still at work with it, unclear) and for some reason did not want to use the actual dishwasher, so she tried to wash dishes in the bathroom sink.
Tasha Akers: GET OUT. This is the bathroom, not the dishwashing room!
Babs: HAVE YOU SEEN THE FILTH WE’RE LIVING IN? LET ME CLEAN, WOMAN!
After some sleep, she goes straight back to cleaning. This time, she’s picking up as many of the discarded dirty clothes piles as she can carry. (Alas, her laundry bag was filled before she finished picking them all up.) I also figured out what is causing them to discard their clothes: the laundry baskets in some of the rooms. I think the university expansion pack may have added laundry baskets, washers, and dryers, and whenever the laundry basket is placed, the Sims start discarding their clothes when they change clothing. That mess adds up FAST.
After a bit of cleaning (oh, god, that kitchen is as bad as ever, despite what she did last night), Babs and Samantha get back to flirting, and eventually, Babs asks her out on a date. There’s a bowling alley lot in this town, and I’m super excited to give it a try.
OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT WHOLE BROOM THING.
Sure enough, as you can see, there is only one little floating date heart on the lot. Where’s Samantha?
BACK IN THE DORM PAINTING.
The glitch when it comes to witches trying to have group outings annoys the hell out of me.
Babs comes back home and spends some time flirting with Samantha. I love the drop cloth under the easel. I didn’t notice it while playing, but I have to find a way to include it in the legacy house. It’s a delight!
BABS GOT HER FIRST KISS! Oh, Babs, back when I was so thrilled over the wolf book, I had no idea you would actually fall for a werewolf. I SUPPORT THIS FULLY.
Babs: Who in the world thought this was a good idea? BURN IT. REMOVE IT FROM MY SIGHT.
That is the face she makes 99% of the time after she critiques art. You guys, I love her, but I am so tired of her running off to critique art every thirty seconds and then having this reaction. Between that and her rage whenever she walks through a room where the tv is on (and it happens a lot coming up), I think she spends a good 25% of her day raging at things rather than doing what she needs to do. (Spoiler: Magic. She needs to do a ton of magic.)
Another trip to the library. Fewer zombies this time, more people studying. It really is a pretty room. At least here, she doesn’t stress out when she’s studying.
… I wrote down no names, but the dude in gray is hitting the werewolf with a newspaper to get him to stop doing – something. Probably scratching at the bookcase. That was unexpected and yet awesome.
Babs suddenly finds Ashley DeSorrento deeply attractive. You already have a werewolf, honey. Why don’t you go find her? Also, how can you find anyone attractive in the middle of the disgusting mess that is the kitchen and dining room of that dorm? IT IS TERRIBLE ALL THE TIME.
Babs: Hey cutie, it seems like we’re getting pretty serious. I’d like it if you were my girlfriend.
Samantha: Ugh, you, why?
Well, apparently that is why. That flirt did not go well at all. I have no idea what happened; Samantha was excited to make out and flirt and have a great time, but then said no when Babs asked her to be girlfriends. First, déjà vu, and second, fine. FINE. This part of university is almost over, we will deal with a spouse hunt next time. She’ll have fewer classes then.
More Tuesday lecture. The whiteboard on the left looks more like a business class. Not sure what she’s going to put up on the other one.
Babs runs home after to take a quick nap, because…
…there’s a party coming up tonight! I do hope this goes better than her mother’s attempt at socializing. (I still really love how frantic they get when the party reminder hits their phones.)
Just like Abby’s first (and really only) party, it’s a pool party. Babs has more fun than her mother; then again, she’s far more social. She did spend most of the night talking to Ann Connors here, who kept flirting with her. Babs wasn’t super into the flirting, though. Probably still feeling the sting of Samantha’s unexpected rejection.
The second Babs got home, she decided to take another nap, this time on that tiny little sofa surrounded by the filth of the kitchen and dining room. Oh, Babs, what are you thinking? Are you that upset over Samantha? My poor girl.
Despite the look of terror on Hanna Germanotta’s face, Babs is casting a good luck spell on her, not, say, casting an ice blast like she did on her father. Be a little happier, Hanna, she’s doing something good! (No picture, but she failed at casting it. Spend more time practicing magic, less time critiquing art, Babs.)
No, seriously, the hamper addition is TERRIBLE. Look at all the discarded piles of clothes.
Babs has just enough time before class the next day to pick up some of those piles of abandoned dirty clothes (unfortunately, there are so many spread through all levels of the house that they didn’t fit into her bag) and start a load of laundry. I was enthralled by this; I’ve never seen a Sim do laundry before.
Babs: Ugh, why are they making me draw this? No wonder there’s so much terrible art in the world. I MUST JUDGE IT ALL.
Carla: How about not?
Babs has her last class of the first half of university, and it is the activity class. She sat right down in the bushes to do her sketching. The faces she makes continue to be adorable and wonderful and horrible all at once.
Then she started harvesting things! She collected: garlic, red berry beans, licorice, and sweet grass. That is a weird combination. Why is all that growing around the art building?
So the last day of each semester is a day of tests, and if you do two semesters, the first Friday is just tests and the second is final exams. (Why they wouldn’t both be final exams, considering they basically call each week a semester, I don’t know.)
After she finished finals (three in one day was pretty rough) and collapsed in bed for a solid eight hours, Babs wanted to have an adventure, so I sent her to the local beach. It’s not quite as pretty as where her parents met, but still nice.
Babs: Oh god, oh god, oh god, I’m not ready.
Carla: Me neither!
Her report card came through while she was swimming. (Literally, it appeared out of thin air. Did she go to school at the university version of Hogwarts or what?) Babs is, as you can see, very apprehensive.
Babs: I AM A ROCK STAR!
For no reason. She kicked ass, and got straight As. Look how excited she is! Yay, Babs!
Of course she celebrated by criticizing the beach umbrella. Because that’s set up as art, obviously, and not to protect people from the sunlight or anything. *headdesk*
Babs: WHY MUST EVERYTHING BE SO HORRENDOUS?
Carla: WHY MUST YOU KEEP DOING THIS?
Fish: OH MY GOD SHARK *tries to fly*
Shark: *nom nom nom*
Carla: Fish are friends, not food.
Babs continues to roll the want to flirt with and date Samantha, so in the 24 hours before she has to go home, she tries again. First they flirt a lot and make out a ton, and then she really, really, really wants to have sex, so ok. Go for it.
Note the many levels of fail here: Babs is starving and grumpy, Samantha still hasn’t shifted out of werewolf form, and they’re trying to hook up in someone else’s dorm room, to her utter dismay.
… that sure is a suspicious puddle.
Also, Samantha stinks to high heaven. (… combined with that suspicious puddle, I am having a thought.) That does not put Babs off, though. She’s besotted. Gross.
Also, LOOK AT THIS HORRENDOUS, DISGUSTING PILE OF DIRTY CLOTHES. With flies. A mere few feet from the hamper. Totally the best place for a romantic hook-up, Babs.
YES, NO WONDER SAMANTHA STINKS, THAT DORMIE WALKED IN AND FREAKED OUT AT THEM, AND SHE WET HERSELF. OH MY GOD, YOU TWO, WHAT EVEN IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!
Babs, my dear, I said this to your mother and I’ll say it to you: you deserve better.
What? WHAT?! YOU REJECTED MY GIRL?! She was willing to overlook the fact you stink of piss and you’re basically a wolf at the moment (should not have encouraged her to read that
YOU GET A POISON APPLE, SAMANTHA GREY. WATCH YOUR BACK.
One more party before she heads back to the legacy house. Isn’t that dress delightful? And even though the reds don’t match, I love her red shoes.
This time, it’s a graduation bonfire party (… a formal graduation bonfire party?), and Babs spends her time getting chatted up by Kaz Nasir. She’s not too impressed; neither am I.
That is a gorgeous bonfire though.
After the party, it is time for Babs to return home between university sessions. She’ll only be home long enough to re-enroll, but I thought this was a super cute picture. Bye, Babs! Have fun briefly seeing Abby and Stiles before you’re right back here on campus again.
Next time, the second half of university, and the spouse hunt continues!
I’m not sure whether to count Samantha’s self-wetting in the final counts. On the one hand, she’s not actually a part of the legacy until she marries in. On the other hand, she is just as uncontrollable as the other members of the legacy, so maybe it should count.
I think I won’t try to track all of the various dormies, etc., but I will count them when I catch them.
Torch-Holders: 2 (+1)
Life-Time Wish Achievements: 0
Social Worker Visits: 0
Accidental Deaths: 0
Number of Special Tombstones (non-old age) vs. Total Death Count: 0/0
Pass-Outs (except fainting when someone sees a ghost): 1
Self-Wettings: 5 (+1)
Reach top of a career: 0