#farrel stephens

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“Atlas -- I’m so glad you decided to move to town!”

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I’m rooting for ya, Stephen.

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Apollo invited his crew over for a sports party, wherein no real sports-watching occurred. Making friends had never been a problem for him -- he got that love of introducing himself to strangers from his father -- and so, his first season in his new home bore a small network of friends that he could rely on for company.

Nawaaf is the guy at every party who finds the host’s guitar and breaks it out in the middle of the party, strumming it idly until someone asks if he plays. 

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some bumming-around-the-house shots

(guest starring West Clayton! thanks to @kashmiresims )

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I generated townies and sent Apollo to the Little Mart down the street to see who he met.

I love Nysha’s townie body diversity mod -- I have randomly generated fat sims! <3

I need to know guy in robe’s story. (an aside, I need to take out castaway clothes tbh, lady in purple generated in torn up clothing, not the aesthetic I’m going for)

For some reason, the teens all decided to congregate behind the store near the dumpster (and clip into it), which tbh seems like a teen thing to do.

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And because I’m a sucker and wanted to try out a bunch of Christmas-y backgrounds, have some individual portraits of the Farrel family.

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Okay, epic loading time or not, I couldn’t resist playing seasonally-appropriate dress up. 

Happy Holidays from this precious crew.

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With his confidence boosted by many compliments from his guests, Atlas thought he might enter his pancakes into the local food contest they ran some Saturdays on the boardwalk. The ingredients he used were more than fresh: he’d milked the goats that morning and plucked a few eggs from his chicken coop to cook with. The dish was still steaming when he arrived at the boardwalk and, as he watched a woman plop down a plate of uninspired looking sandwiches, he had faith that it’d be an easy win. 

What Atlas did not know is that Rosalie Brookland had also been brushing up on her own cooking skills, and too, had set a personal record by being awake before noon on that particular Saturday. She brought some sort of killer bacon wrapped fish dish (???) and took home first prize.

Not pictured: Atlas’ immediate descent into aspiration failure. Thanks Rosalie. Also, props to the balls on lunch meat sandwiches lady, who is actually Virginia’s former lawyer roommate (who probably should be an elder now, and I guess retired to Evergreen Landing?).