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I've been posting these stories on Pillowfort, so I may as well post them here.
The Price Legacy came about when I made an Evil/Foodie/Clumsy sim named Marci Price, and somehow she ended up with two husbands and a bunch of kids without any issues of jealousy. Initially I just thought it was funny, but I gradually fell in love with these sims. Essentially Marci and her two husbands are or were terrible, damaged people who manage to grow and find a home in each other.
These days, I don't necessarily identify her as an evil sim. Instead, she's self-assured, socially awkward, a foodie, clumsy, and romantic.Also, she has the player trait tbqh, she's a hoe.
In this reboot, I offer my interpretation on some of the characters in Oasis Springs and beyond. I take some liberties with characters such as Don Lothario and Dina Caliente, but for the most part I try and stick to their original characterizations/concepts as closely as possible.
I may or may not post the OG parts for generation one here. I'm currently in the process of fleshing out the story through flashback editions on Pillowfort, but I may just stick with episodic posts here for my own sanity.
Marci Price arrives in the neighborhood with a dark past and ready to embark on a new life. She wants to change her ways, make friends, find true love, and leave the world with a good reputation, but who's to say what the future has in store for her?
The driver stopped at an empty lot.
It was larger than she anticipated.
"Whoa. This is it?"
"Yep, it's your final destination. You plugged in this address as your drop-off point, right?"
"I...I guess so. Uh, cool. Thanks."
"You need any help with your personal items, or that...thing in the back?"
"Nah, I got it."
She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air.
So, this was Oasis Springs.
The car ride was so long, she memorized the brochure for this place.
An oasis nestled in the austere beauty of the western desert...
This haven of eclectic culture is fringed by countless soaring palms...
And lent vibrant color through impossibly lush landscaping.
Oasis Springs offers relaxing retreats from the sun...
To any traveler who discovers it.
She arrived at this plot of land in the neighborhood Skyward Palms with nothing more than the clothes on her back, a few boxes, and the only remaining piece from her old life: a golden knight statue.
"Guess it's just you and me now, my dude."
The cardboard boxes were filled with essentials, such as cooking pots and pans, a beach towel for a blanket and some pillows, cereal and canned food, cleaning supplies, and a couple of books.
Along with the essentials, she brought a folder containing some documents: medical records, a high school transcript, social security number, and a birth certificate.
All the papers were amended, or outright forged, with a different identity.
Her new name was Marci Price.
School administration described her as a rebellious, troublesome, and promiscuous teen, who was devastatingly brilliant with the potential to go far in life if only she applied herself.
In a pile of lies, it was comforting to find an ounce of truth left over: her teen years were truly a wild ride from start to finish.
If anyone asked, she'd say that she was an orphan, and how she inherited a sizable sum from her biological father's family, and that she cashed the money to purchase this land. For a fresh start in life.
And she couldn't embark on her new life without a new house.
She could've hired an architect and some contractors to build one, but she needed to save her money to afford groceries and pay her bills until her first pay day.
It wasn't easy building her own place, but the task kept her hands and her mind busy, which is what she needed to silence her anxiety.
It didn't take long for hew new neighbors to notice her presence.
"Are you the one responsible for this...project?"
"Uh, yeah! I just got here a couple of days ago. How's it going? My name is--"
"Listen here, miss. My husband and I live down the street. He works night shifts and requires rest and relaxation throughout the day, and all this noise is disrupting his sleep cycle!"
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm kinda in the middle of building a house here. I'll try and keep it down, but--"
"Where's your permit?"
"Excuse me?"
"You need a permit in order to build anything on this land. I want to see that, as well as some proof of residency! Otherwise, I'm reporting you to our local alderman for unlawful activity and squatting."
"Oh puh-leeze! I don't need to show you anything, lady! And I'm not squatting! I live here! Call whoever you want, but this is my lot, and I can do whatever I want with it!"
"Pah! You live here? Sure, dear."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"A girl so young, with nothing but those ratty clothes? You can't possibly afford this land. When was the last time you even took a shower? It's alright - no need to be ashamed. Stop before you embarrass yourself. I can take you to the homeless shelter just a few blocks away from here..."
Perhaps it wasn't smart to get into a fist fight on her first day in the neighborhood, as she was supposed to keep a low profile for awhile...
But she was no pushover.
And it felt damn good to put the crabby, judgemental woman in her place.
"How dare you! I'm calling the police!"
"Go ahead! I'll tell them that you're harassing me on my property! The next time you come over and try to chase me off, I won't hesitate to kick your ass again! Now beat it, toots!"
"And you! What the fuck are you looking at?!"
"No one - I mean, nothing! I was just walking!"
"Well, keep walking, or I'll shove my foot so far up your ass that you'll lick the asphalt off my boot!"
"That bitch thought I was being loud? She doesn't know how loud I can get! I'll give her loud..."
"Damn. What a crazy chick."
For lunch, she rewarded herself with a vanilla frosted cupcake from the food stand at the boulevard.
It tasted like sweet victory.
Then she took a long nap in her new living room.
It was nice sleeping under a roof for a change.
And for the first time in weeks, she didn't have a nightmare.
After her nap, she practiced her new greeting to the mirror.
"How's it going? I'm your new employee! Marci Price, reporting for duty!"
"Good to meet you! My name is Marci. What's yours?"
"Oh ho ho, you haven't heard of me yet? What a shame! Let me fix that! Call me Marci. Marci Price."
No matter how often she repeated it to herself--silently and out loud--the name felt wrong on her tongue.
She fucking hated it.
Marci wouldn't have been her first choice for a new name. Or second. Or fifth, for the matter. It was so cutesy. And she wasn't cute, damn it!
She could've been a Simone, a Joan, or a Ripley. Something sexy, punk, and mysterious.
Beggars can't be choosers, as the old saying goes.
There was no use in crying over the things she couldn't change. It was far too late for that, and really, she was in no position to feel sorry for herself. Instead, she focused on her next move:
Buying new furniture.
She browsed the web and eventually came across an event for a flea market.
Luckily it was only a few blocks away from her new workplace...
... in San Myshuno.
Although she lived in Oasis Springs, her job as a dishwasher was located in a bar within the city's art district. The commute was long and tedious, and it was dangerous to make the trip back home late at night.
If she had a choice in the matter, San Myshuno would've been her ideal place to build a new life.
You could disappear in a city like this.
Musicians came here to make a living...
As did the dozens of vendors desperately showcasing their wares...
She was drawn to the wide selection of organic ingredients and exotic spices at the stalls...
The art district, though...
It was already her favorite place to visit.
She didn't have a creative bone in her body, but she appreciated the arts nearly as much as she did music and fine cuisine.
In the gallery, she didn't recognize half the names on the paintings: Darren Dreamer, Morgana Wolff, Holly Alto...
There she was, surrounded by the most iconic pieces in the room, ready to make a new name for herself...
But she still felt like her old self.
Small, filthy, and insignificant.
She needed to make a drastic change. Fast.
After she purchased a few pieces of furniture at the market, she ducked into a tattoo parlor and told the artist what she wanted. It cost her an arm, both figuratively and literally...
But it was worth the price and the pain.
Then she found a vintage thrift store on her way home.
For the first time in her life, she was left to her own devices without outside influences. No one to tell her what to wear or how to present herself, or criticize how she looked in a shirt or the new shade of lipstick. Here, she could discover her personal style, hidden somewhere in this shop.
And the price was right. After the tattoo, she barely had enough money to last her until payday. If she was going to buy a new wardrobe and afford groceries, this was the place to start: another man's trash was her treasure.
One gem in particular stood out.
At first, she only tried on the graphic tee because it made her laugh. She nearly took it off because the fit was a little big on her, even when she tied a knot in it...
It grew on her though, especially when she put on a torn pair of jeans and a flannel shirt.
"Not bad. Not bad at all..."
She planned on purchasing the clothes and being done with the store, but a few pieces of art caught her eye in the corner...
"Well...it isn't pretty...and the roof might collapse on us someday..."
"But it's a start."
The paintings served two purposes.
Their main function? Covering the cracks and holes in her walls.
Secondly? Livening up the place with some color and style.
Her favorite piece covered the huge crack over the kitchen countertops.
It was a magnificent rendering of a male peacock in bright, vibrant colors.
A long time ago, she learned what peacocks symbolized in some cultures. For some, they represented spiritual awakening, freedom...
And good luck. God knows she needed that.
And she also needed a haircut.
Now she looked a little less recognizable at a first glance - and yet, more like herself than ever.
For better or for worse, Marci Price was ready for her life--her legacy--to begin.
***
AUTHOR'S NOTES
1. So! Marci! A very interesting girl! She's got the evil trait, but aside from making a few mean comments in my playthrough, she...doesn't strike me as an evil person? Seeing it coupled with the 'friend of the world' aspiration threw me off. I got her traits and aspiration from a random generator, and at the time I created her, I didn't really think twice about her backstory or motivation as I was just playing for fun. When I started coming up with an actual story, however, and she started forming an actual personality? That was when I started having fun unpacking who she really is.
For story purposes: I think she does have the evil trait technically, but she was somehow raised to be compassionate. How, I only have a little idea about, but needless to say? Poor girl has work cut out for her.
The Price Legacy came about when I made an Evil/Foodie/Clumsy sim named Marci Price, and somehow she ended up with two husbands and a bunch of kids without any issues of jealousy. Initially I just thought it was funny, but I gradually fell in love with these sims. Essentially Marci and her two husbands are or were terrible, damaged people who manage to grow and find a home in each other.
These days, I don't necessarily identify her as an evil sim. Instead, she's self-assured, socially awkward, a foodie, clumsy, and romantic.
In this reboot, I offer my interpretation on some of the characters in Oasis Springs and beyond. I take some liberties with characters such as Don Lothario and Dina Caliente, but for the most part I try and stick to their original characterizations/concepts as closely as possible.
I may or may not post the OG parts for generation one here. I'm currently in the process of fleshing out the story through flashback editions on Pillowfort, but I may just stick with episodic posts here for my own sanity.
Marci Price arrives in the neighborhood with a dark past and ready to embark on a new life. She wants to change her ways, make friends, find true love, and leave the world with a good reputation, but who's to say what the future has in store for her?
The driver stopped at an empty lot.
It was larger than she anticipated.
"Whoa. This is it?"
"Yep, it's your final destination. You plugged in this address as your drop-off point, right?"
"I...I guess so. Uh, cool. Thanks."
"You need any help with your personal items, or that...thing in the back?"
"Nah, I got it."
She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air.
So, this was Oasis Springs.
The car ride was so long, she memorized the brochure for this place.
An oasis nestled in the austere beauty of the western desert...
This haven of eclectic culture is fringed by countless soaring palms...
And lent vibrant color through impossibly lush landscaping.
Oasis Springs offers relaxing retreats from the sun...
To any traveler who discovers it.
She arrived at this plot of land in the neighborhood Skyward Palms with nothing more than the clothes on her back, a few boxes, and the only remaining piece from her old life: a golden knight statue.
"Guess it's just you and me now, my dude."
The cardboard boxes were filled with essentials, such as cooking pots and pans, a beach towel for a blanket and some pillows, cereal and canned food, cleaning supplies, and a couple of books.
Along with the essentials, she brought a folder containing some documents: medical records, a high school transcript, social security number, and a birth certificate.
All the papers were amended, or outright forged, with a different identity.
Her new name was Marci Price.
School administration described her as a rebellious, troublesome, and promiscuous teen, who was devastatingly brilliant with the potential to go far in life if only she applied herself.
In a pile of lies, it was comforting to find an ounce of truth left over: her teen years were truly a wild ride from start to finish.
If anyone asked, she'd say that she was an orphan, and how she inherited a sizable sum from her biological father's family, and that she cashed the money to purchase this land. For a fresh start in life.
And she couldn't embark on her new life without a new house.
She could've hired an architect and some contractors to build one, but she needed to save her money to afford groceries and pay her bills until her first pay day.
It wasn't easy building her own place, but the task kept her hands and her mind busy, which is what she needed to silence her anxiety.
It didn't take long for hew new neighbors to notice her presence.
"Are you the one responsible for this...project?"
"Uh, yeah! I just got here a couple of days ago. How's it going? My name is--"
"Listen here, miss. My husband and I live down the street. He works night shifts and requires rest and relaxation throughout the day, and all this noise is disrupting his sleep cycle!"
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm kinda in the middle of building a house here. I'll try and keep it down, but--"
"Where's your permit?"
"Excuse me?"
"You need a permit in order to build anything on this land. I want to see that, as well as some proof of residency! Otherwise, I'm reporting you to our local alderman for unlawful activity and squatting."
"Oh puh-leeze! I don't need to show you anything, lady! And I'm not squatting! I live here! Call whoever you want, but this is my lot, and I can do whatever I want with it!"
"Pah! You live here? Sure, dear."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"A girl so young, with nothing but those ratty clothes? You can't possibly afford this land. When was the last time you even took a shower? It's alright - no need to be ashamed. Stop before you embarrass yourself. I can take you to the homeless shelter just a few blocks away from here..."
Perhaps it wasn't smart to get into a fist fight on her first day in the neighborhood, as she was supposed to keep a low profile for awhile...
But she was no pushover.
And it felt damn good to put the crabby, judgemental woman in her place.
"How dare you! I'm calling the police!"
"Go ahead! I'll tell them that you're harassing me on my property! The next time you come over and try to chase me off, I won't hesitate to kick your ass again! Now beat it, toots!"
"And you! What the fuck are you looking at?!"
"No one - I mean, nothing! I was just walking!"
"Well, keep walking, or I'll shove my foot so far up your ass that you'll lick the asphalt off my boot!"
"That bitch thought I was being loud? She doesn't know how loud I can get! I'll give her loud..."
"Damn. What a crazy chick."
For lunch, she rewarded herself with a vanilla frosted cupcake from the food stand at the boulevard.
It tasted like sweet victory.
Then she took a long nap in her new living room.
It was nice sleeping under a roof for a change.
And for the first time in weeks, she didn't have a nightmare.
After her nap, she practiced her new greeting to the mirror.
"How's it going? I'm your new employee! Marci Price, reporting for duty!"
"Good to meet you! My name is Marci. What's yours?"
"Oh ho ho, you haven't heard of me yet? What a shame! Let me fix that! Call me Marci. Marci Price."
No matter how often she repeated it to herself--silently and out loud--the name felt wrong on her tongue.
She fucking hated it.
Marci wouldn't have been her first choice for a new name. Or second. Or fifth, for the matter. It was so cutesy. And she wasn't cute, damn it!
She could've been a Simone, a Joan, or a Ripley. Something sexy, punk, and mysterious.
Beggars can't be choosers, as the old saying goes.
There was no use in crying over the things she couldn't change. It was far too late for that, and really, she was in no position to feel sorry for herself. Instead, she focused on her next move:
Buying new furniture.
She browsed the web and eventually came across an event for a flea market.
Luckily it was only a few blocks away from her new workplace...
... in San Myshuno.
Although she lived in Oasis Springs, her job as a dishwasher was located in a bar within the city's art district. The commute was long and tedious, and it was dangerous to make the trip back home late at night.
If she had a choice in the matter, San Myshuno would've been her ideal place to build a new life.
You could disappear in a city like this.
Musicians came here to make a living...
As did the dozens of vendors desperately showcasing their wares...
She was drawn to the wide selection of organic ingredients and exotic spices at the stalls...
The art district, though...
It was already her favorite place to visit.
She didn't have a creative bone in her body, but she appreciated the arts nearly as much as she did music and fine cuisine.
In the gallery, she didn't recognize half the names on the paintings: Darren Dreamer, Morgana Wolff, Holly Alto...
There she was, surrounded by the most iconic pieces in the room, ready to make a new name for herself...
But she still felt like her old self.
Small, filthy, and insignificant.
She needed to make a drastic change. Fast.
After she purchased a few pieces of furniture at the market, she ducked into a tattoo parlor and told the artist what she wanted. It cost her an arm, both figuratively and literally...
But it was worth the price and the pain.
Then she found a vintage thrift store on her way home.
For the first time in her life, she was left to her own devices without outside influences. No one to tell her what to wear or how to present herself, or criticize how she looked in a shirt or the new shade of lipstick. Here, she could discover her personal style, hidden somewhere in this shop.
And the price was right. After the tattoo, she barely had enough money to last her until payday. If she was going to buy a new wardrobe and afford groceries, this was the place to start: another man's trash was her treasure.
One gem in particular stood out.
At first, she only tried on the graphic tee because it made her laugh. She nearly took it off because the fit was a little big on her, even when she tied a knot in it...
It grew on her though, especially when she put on a torn pair of jeans and a flannel shirt.
"Not bad. Not bad at all..."
She planned on purchasing the clothes and being done with the store, but a few pieces of art caught her eye in the corner...
"Well...it isn't pretty...and the roof might collapse on us someday..."
"But it's a start."
The paintings served two purposes.
Their main function? Covering the cracks and holes in her walls.
Secondly? Livening up the place with some color and style.
Her favorite piece covered the huge crack over the kitchen countertops.
It was a magnificent rendering of a male peacock in bright, vibrant colors.
A long time ago, she learned what peacocks symbolized in some cultures. For some, they represented spiritual awakening, freedom...
And good luck. God knows she needed that.
And she also needed a haircut.
Now she looked a little less recognizable at a first glance - and yet, more like herself than ever.
For better or for worse, Marci Price was ready for her life--her legacy--to begin.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
1. So! Marci! A very interesting girl! She's got the evil trait, but aside from making a few mean comments in my playthrough, she...doesn't strike me as an evil person? Seeing it coupled with the 'friend of the world' aspiration threw me off. I got her traits and aspiration from a random generator, and at the time I created her, I didn't really think twice about her backstory or motivation as I was just playing for fun. When I started coming up with an actual story, however, and she started forming an actual personality? That was when I started having fun unpacking who she really is.
For story purposes: I think she does have the evil trait technically, but she was somehow raised to be compassionate. How, I only have a little idea about, but needless to say? Poor girl has work cut out for her.
