We didn’t even have time to build on the new lot before… this happened.
Rest in peace, generation six! You’ll be missed, Robyn! 😦
Hmpf, trust her daughter to just walk by and strike a pose, pretending nothing’s going on… This is why you weren’t heir, Tracey! ಠ_ಠ
Anyways, voila! La maison. Ooooh~
If Grim would excuse us, how about a tour?
Backyard with the family favorite slide 🙂
Nelson and Itzel’s room.
Rather plain bathroom. Nothing to see, really 🙂
After all his hard work, Nelson decides to break the house in his own special way…
Don’t burn it down, scrawny!
There, all better…
London: ”So did you hear about how my father – the great artist – put on a live academy figure drawing class for the neighborhood? One lady was all ‘I see London, I see France… But I don’t see Nelson’s underpants!’”
Nelson: ”I’ve got no idea what she’s talking about, honey!”
London was beginning to wonder if maybe she took it too far?
Nelson didn’t seem to pleased. Dane as besides himself, though…
Perhaps it was better to stick to some of her old talents instead.
Time for school…
And time for work, for the grown-ups. At least Itzel’s excited about getting to work. The fact that she’s a secret agent pretty close to a promotion may or may not have anything to do with that.
While the family was out, the welcome wagon decided to show up unannounced. And head straight for the backyard. The dark-haired girl is Kason’s wife, Jade.
Don’t know why Sheldon’s so pissed, nobody has ever invited you to anything in your life, but suuuure… Completely reasonable to be mad about not getting invited in by a family who isn’t home.
Thanks, come again…….
Actually, looking at these guys… Maybe their relatives didn’t actually miss out on much!
London wanted to hang out for a while outside (yeah okay I made her do her homework right away, shh!) and got to socialize a little bit with the other neighbors. You know, the ones who aren’t all relatives. That’s Rohan Santana in the dreads. He’s in the Punch Lines club!
The parental units are too busy painting to stop their teenage daughter from hanging around random, strange men. Meh, it’s Newcrest, what can happen?
…actually, we’re not in Newcrest anymore, Toto. Rohan invited her to a Punch Lines gathering. At the Solar Flare lounge… In Oasis Springs. Oops.
London: ”So, uhm… My dad’s this famous artist, right? One day he…”
That went… well? Or, did it? This was hard.
Rohan was a natural, and even the lady playing the violin was amazing at what she did! London felt small.
The rest of Punch Lines were just as friendly and nice as Rohan. Tatum and Rusty were both telling her how nervous and unsure of themselves they’d been in the beginning. Plum, half the time they would still feel that way.
The dark-haired girl on the violin had gotten off her shift, and none other than aunt Jayda had taken her spot. London, however, was too busy talking to Rohan to notice her watchful eyes.
Rohan: ”You’re a natural, kid, I tell ya! Underpants, haha… Amazing! Just believe in yourself. You’ve got it in you.”
All London felt she had was a severe case of the sleepies. It’d been a long day.
She finally got home, and fell into an uneasy slumber…