Mandragora 3.2 ][ let's try this again

[angieshade]

Ahahahah whoops. Semagic burped and this posted itself when I was halfway through. HERE. FIXED.






Benedict really wanted to have a birthday party for Dawn, so I wangled him a little extra lifespan to ensure it.






Meanwhile his mother is continuing to throw tantrums over furniture that has already joined her in the afterlife.






See? How could I refuse such a devoted grandpa?






Catherine: This party was all Dad's idea, the least he could do is hurry up. >:/






VICKI.






Dawn: WORST. PARTY. EVER. >:O






A slightly less terrifying portrait. Slightly. Even at this tender age Dawn strikes me as an evil genius type -- I think she has like one lonely nice point. Hence the specs.






She goes off to her first day of school...






...and returns in time to welcome her Daddy home from a hard day of crime. Grats, Dongsool, you've warped your daughter for life with your ~lifetime wish~.






Dawn: So, I'm planning to develop X-ray glasses.






Dawn: That can see into your MIND. O__O






Second Cousin Daniel: Hey. You stay out of my mind!
Dawn: WHY DO YOU HATE SCIENCE?





Toddler Danielle!






Much better. I don't understand why EVERY SINGLE girl baby ages into that frigging pageboy.






Oh all right, Dongsool. You're a good daddy. Sometimes.






Is... is there a reason you're concerned about that, Benedict? O_o (Especially since toddlers, if I recall correctly, don't die anyway?)






Catherine: That's it! Pretend it's a policeman!
Dongsool: *punchpunch* >:|






Dawn: *hops in the pool*
Catherine: *decides now is the perfect time to read her a story*






Sure, okay.






Meanwhile, Benedict is bonding with his brother by means of bawdy bird banter. (Sorry. Sudden attack of alliteration.)






Hey, don't you like your Great-uncle Byron?






...oh. :( Well, at least he got to see both his granddaughters reach the age of semi-reason.

Karla Meester: AND I BET HE DIDN'T LEAVE ME ANYTHING, EITHER >:O






Byron: Man, I hated math when I was your age.
Dawn: WHAT. GET AWAY FROM ME.






Dawn: I shall mess with my baby sister's mind to cheer myself up.
Danielle: Ooh, a game! :D






Is Lakshmi upset because she's dead, or because her husband has just joined her?






Either way, she's going to take it out on her grandchild!






ALL. NIGHT. LONG.






Seriously, this went on basically until morning.






...hi, Kelly. Are you under the impression that being married to someone's cousin gives you carte blanche to barge into their house at all hours?






Oh. Well, who am I to turn down free babysitting?






Danielle certainly approves!






You don't say.






Catherine: Morning, sweetie! Time to get up!
Dawn: FUCK MY LIFE.






AUGH NOOOOO. So close to her LTW!






Birfday tiemz!






Dawn: Aha. An ASSISTANT.
Danielle: Scoooore. I can feed myself now!






DAMMIT, LAKSHMI. SETTLE DOWN.






New, improved Danielle!






Dawn: And my time machine was directly responsible for sinking the Titanic. At least, it will be.
Danielle: *smile and nod, don't make eye contact*






Danielle prefers more normal pastimes, such as playing Mary Mack with whoever wanders by. This particular moppet is Dorian, one of cousin Ciaran's QUADRUPLET ASSBABIES. (The ONE TIME I hit random...)






And now, a quick shot of Dawn's room, before I bulldoze the house for the second time. The current incarnation was just plain too big and the game would slow down epically whenever I tried to play the lot.






Version 3.0!






First floor: garage to the left, kitchen/dining/living at the front, bath-and-a-half, master bedroom and nursery off the hallway and a study nook at the foot of the stairs.






Girls' bedrooms and baths, opening off the hall/game room. Roof patio with training stuffs to the left, lab to the right.






The garage is easily the best decorated at the moment, although that's literally almost all the clutter I have. Detail, I fail at it.






Danielle breaks in the new kiddy-kitchen.






Dawn is busy reading in her room.






More Mary Mack, this time with Second Cousin Dolores.






Well, you're the one who burned the spaghetti, Dongsool. Suck it up. (har har)






Dawn: So you see, Officer, it wasn't me that strapped those ducks to the parachute, and even if it had been, it was all a public service! Heh heh.






Little did I know that bullshit practice would be her last act of childhood!

Dawn: And look! I even aged into reasonably decent clothes! I AM AWESOME.


On that note, I think I'll sign off. Next time: TEENAGE SHENANIGANS.