Chapter 6.2 - Shotgun Wedding

Hello again, and welcome back to Generation Six of this hot mess of a legacy.

First off, I am pleased to say that since I moved out of Bridgeport and plopped Christine down in Starlight Shores to start her generation, I haven't encountered any more bugs :D In fact, Generation Seven is now here. It's going to be busy... 

Last time, Christine McKracken left her childhood home to get her acting career started, and she is excelling way faster than I expected:

Look at these promotions!

As celebration for her new promotions, and because she is a hermit who needs to get out the house, Christine called up her Pretty Boy she met at the gym.

Christine: Yo, Finnegan, wanna hit up da club together?

"Da Club" turned out to be the new Red Velvet Lounge, meant to bring the Moonlight Falls aesthetic to the tropical seaside town.

As such, Christine came dressed for the occasion.

Christine: Ah, yes. The Walk of Fame. Soon my name will be on there. A̷͖͔̥̙̻͊̐̐̌ṅ̶̫̮̣͑͊̄d̸͍̈͋̓ ̶̥̫̃t̵̛̪͛ḩ̵̭̣̯̻͕̈́͠ë̴͉́̓̚͠n̴͇̿̐̈́̀̂͜ ̷͙̺͓̤̦̾̿͗̍̈̎t̷͓̱̩̥̮̳̉̀̚h̵̤̻̣̖̺̥͋e̸̝͉̫͔̝̾̆̎͋ỵ̶̎͑̓͌͝'̸͔͆̎͌́l̵̡̝͈̹͗́ͅͅl̸͍͎͇͂̈̃͘ ̷̡̩̲͎̇͋̏s̵̡̧̡̩̾e̷̤̒̅͒͋ę̴̠͚͇̖͋́͝͝͠.

Who is they? We may never know.

Inside, she and Finnegan went straight for the karaoke machine, which is the best thing about the entire Showtime expansion.

What were they singing? I don't know. Feel free to insert your own tunes.

Christine really does have a major case of Resting Bitch Face. Her happiness is through the roof, and yet she still looks angry at everything.

Finnegan, oblivious to Christine's glare, invited her to dance.

They look so happy together <3

Christine: I know I've only known you for a few days, but my mother keeps ringing me up from Bridgeport to check if she's got grandkids yet, and I'm not getting any younger. Now spin me round so that I catch on fire like that scene from The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.

Christine: Thank you <3

Somehow, despite everything, Finnegan was not put off by this strange woman who glares at nothing and has no social skills. It's hard to tell if she genuinely doesn't know how to interact with other people, or if she just doesn't care.

Probably both.

Finnegan went back with Christine to her shack of a house, and agreed to stay the night.

And by "agreed to stay the night", I mean that he moved in with this woman he met a few days ago, even though it meant leaving his rich mistress in her house by herself.

I gave Finnegan a make over, just to try and spruce him up a bit. He's quite a bit older than Christine, as he's a few days away from becoming a elder whilst Christine is still a fresh faced young adult.

But hey, it's not like he's going to around for long >_>

That's the nature of the Second Chance roll, m'afraid.

Finnegan is a pre-made NPC, so his details are here.

Finnegan: Hot damn, I'm hot.

You know what else you are?

Loaded.

Look at this car. It's so pretty and pink, and obviously comes from his ex-lover.

Wouldn't it be a shame is someone was to... Sell it, in order to make a better house.

And that's exactly what I did.

The new house, in all it's somewhat mediocre glory. It's better than the old house by far, but it's still not the most exciting thing I've ever built.

Upstairs, there's four small bedrooms and a bathroom, all of which are tiny because I can't use space properly. It's also empty, because I used up all the money building the damn house.

Downstairs, I went with a nautical theme, given how close the house is to the beach. It's incredibly pretty looking as soothing, and I want to live in this house now. I added a carpet after this shot was taken, just to bring the room together.

Finnegan quit his singer career and got a job as a musician, so his days will be spent playing the guitar so he can get them promotions.

Also, those curtains.

I love.

Speaking of love:

Finnegan: Hey there, cutie. You come here often?

He is really laying on the charm.

But when it results in Christine letting out a rare smile, can you blame him?

I've said this before, and I will say it again: Christine's smile is precious and must be protected.

That night, whilst they were asleep in their new bed:

Christine: Ah, finally mother can stop pestering me for grandkids.

Finnegan: Christine, my love, with you marry me?

Christine: This is to make sure our child is legal, isn't it?

Finnegan: ... Maybe?

Christine: Yes.

I also love that Christine's idea of "maternity wear" is just to put a hoodie on. Not bother changing out of her shorts for something more elasticated around the waist... Just throw on a hoodie and she is sorted.

I swear, Christine has smiled more times when she's around Finnegan than she has the entire time she was growing up. She never smiled once a child, she maybe smiled once as a teenager, and yet... Now she's engaged and pregnant, it's smiles all round.

Most of the time.

She is still the Grump Queen for a reason.

To make their child legal, Christine and Finnegan held a shotgun wedding at the beach, where a heavily pregnant Christine managed to find a dress that fit over her bump.

There was just one problem:

Ah.

Fuck.

One quick trip to the City Hall to change the name back to McKracken, and it was time to have the baby!

Christine: Ooohhihifhnjldwwghfjiweikewhb

She's just like her mother.

Meet the first baby of Generation Seven! Atticus McKracken was born with the Virtuoso and Couch Potato traits. He likes Indie music, the colour red, and eating French Toast. His starsign is Taurus.

And honestly, with a name like that, he's already a contender for the next generation heir.

Christine, unsurprisingly, did not share my enthusiasm.

Christine: Joy. A baby.

Sorry, love, but you've got the have four more.

Get used to it.


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Another chapter comes to an end! Sorry for the wait, but I've had health issues for days and it's been really manic at work.

But Generation Seven is finally here, and it's amazing that this puny legacy has made it this far. We've come a long way from the humble days of Nate McKracken, the professional rummager of trash.

See you next time!