Tranquility Bay Holiday Greeting 2011

Hi, everybody! Even though things here have been rather hectic lately, I didn't want to miss my Christmas Eve tradition of doing some kind of special Tranquility Bay blog post. For the past two years, I compiled all of the families together onto one giant photo; an undertaking that literally took all day. This year I didn't have the time to do that. But instead, I have another quick little treat for you...

 

 And now, the students of Tranquility Bay Elementary School present a holiday play...

 

 Willow: This is the story of a magical snowman who came to life...

 

Rosemary: No it's not! It's the story of the very first...

 

 Orange: Kwanzaa! Kwanzaa started a long time ago in the far-away land of...

 

 Verdana: ...Isreal the menorah in the temple burned for eight whole days, even though there was only enough oil to light...

 

 Kate: ...the way for Santa. And from then on, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer helped Santa every Christmas Eve. The End!

Um, guys?

Everyone: Yes?

That was...great, but....did you rehearse this at all?

 

 Peru: All you said to do was to come up with a holiday play. You didn't say we all had to come up with the same holiday play.

 

Lime: Besides, how could we rehearse? We've never been in the same place at the same time.

That is very true. 

 

 From everybody in Tranquility Bay, have a great holiday and we'll see you in 2012!

Halpert 7: Round 9

 

We've reached yet another new house in Tranquility Bay. This one belongs to Strawberry Halpert and Nutmeg Levinson. Strawberry's the oldest daughter of Robin and Mango Halpert, while Nutmeg the third child of Brooklyn and Trumpet Levinson.

 

Hi there, Strawberry.

Strawberry: Oh, hi mysterious voice.

Enjoying the new digs?

Strawberry: Oh, the house is great.

 

Well, this makes sense in a bizarre way. I guess someone who grew up in a family that named all the children after spices would want to work around food.

 

Huh?

 

Ok, enough with the misleading of the mysterious voice when picking your jobs, please.

   

Strawberry: So, I know the marriage thing probably isn't going to happen, and I'm ok with that. But we never talked about having kids...

Shouldn't that have been discussed before moving in together?

Nutmeg: Yeah, sure. One kid might be ok, I guess. I mean, we've got to leave the house to someone, right?

   

What are you doing?

Nutmeg: Well, if we're going to have a kid I've got to start bringing some more money in.

Yes, I'm sure the revenue from selling candies off your front lawn will more than support a child.

   

Good thing you had that chat with Nutmeg, huh?

Strawberry: I had a hunch...

 

Again? Enough with the job-hopping, Strawberry!

 

I guess the new job doesn't make too much difference to you right now, does it?

Strawberry: No, not really.

   

Nutmeg: Here, hon. Let me get that for you...

Wow, for a romance Sim Nutmeg is handling the pregnancy thing really well.

   

I guess all that time selling candy had another benefit, huh?

Nutmeg: Yeah.

 

Nutmeg: So how does this thing get us money again?

Strawberry: I'm not sure exactly. But your candy scheme gave me the idea.

 

Baby time!

 

Looks like Nutmeg's twin genes haven't kicked in yet...

 

It's a girl!

Strawberry: Yup! We're naming her Latte.

More food names....great...

 

And she is Nutmeg's child in every sense of the word...

 

You don't look happy about the promotion, Strawberry.

Strawberry: Oh, I'm plenty happy about that. I'm not happy about the garbage all over my front lawn.

Oh, I wouldn't be happy about that either.

 

Happy Birthday dear Latte...

 

She's still mostly Levinson...but I can see a little bit of Halpert in there.

 

Ok, that is adorable.

Strawberry: Isn't it? 

 

Ok, well it's about time I went on my way.

Strawberry: Ok. Hopefully Latte will be walking by the time you get back.

I'll be looking forward to it. See you guys next round!

 

A Message From the Mysterious Voice: I played this lot before the previous one; I got confused and accidentally skipped a lot. It's been awhile since I actually played it. I did make Latte's hat-it's my first hair recolor.

Schrute 2: Round 9

 

 After 9 rounds, the Schrute family finally expands to a second house! Jasmine is the oldest child of Giselle and Ross Schrute. Danton Holiday is new to the neighborhood, although his father Andre and several of his siblings are already established in other houses.

 

Hi there, Jasmine.

Jasmine: Hi, mysterious voice.

How are you liking the new digs?

Jasmine: This house is amazing. I'm just trying to get a few last minute things in order before people start arriving.

People?

 

 Oh, I see. Everybody's dressed in formal attire-it must be wedding time!

 







 


 


Hmm..wouldn't have taken Jasmine for the criminal type.




This makes more sense, though newlywed life should be interesting with one criminal and one police officer...

 

So, did you two just choose jobs without consulting each other or what?

Jasmine: Huh? Oh, the criminal thing. That's just a temp gig. I figured it I at least went through training it would help him know what the criminals are all about.

Wow, that's one dedicated wife.


 

Ahh...this makes more sense.

 



Let's follow protocol and wait.

 

See? No harm done. Nothing gained either, but what are you going to do?

   

Damion: Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Jasmine: I was just looking through the telescope...it's dark out now! I was looking at the stars.

Damion: Yeah, sure you were. Quit spying on the elderly!

 

Yup, this seems about right.


   

Nice job, Danton. But may I ask why you look so sneaky while getting your own mail?

 

Oops...looks like I missed the labor. It's baby time!



I see purple! It's a girl!

Jasmine: Yup. We're naming her Downy.

 


And I can see that Danton really won the war with her.


 

Oh, hi Giselle. What are you doing here?

Giselle: Jasmine is going back to work today. I figured I would stop by and keep an eye on the nanny...

 

Let's go with the door.



Nice! And he didn't even have to spy on the elderly to do it.

 

Nice job, Jasmine.

Jasmine: Thanks!


 

Jasmine: We just have to wait for Daddy to get home...

Wait for what?



Nice job Danton. Jasmine's....waiting for you inside, for some reason.




Oh, it's Downy's birthday! Happy Birthday dear Downy...

 

And she is 100% Holiday.



Nice hairstyle.

Jasmine: Thanks. I think I did ok considering she wouldn't sit still.

 

Man, I'm missing everything this week. Now I've missed her learning how to walk.



Although I see an early love of dance runs in the Holiday family...

 

Jasmine: You be a good girl for Daddy while I'm at work, ok?

You know, I was on my way out, but I think I'll hang around until you get back.

Danton: Hey, you don't think I can handle her?

Of course not, Danton...that's not what I meant at all...



Nice job!

Jasmine: Thanks. And thanks for staying around until I got home.

No problem. But now I really do have to be on my way. See you all next round!


 

A Message From The Mysterious Voice: So, this post somehow only published 1/4 of the way the first time I posted it. And then right after I figured that out, I broke my right index finger, and typing became 100 times harder than it used to be. So I apologize that this post has been hanging in limbo for so long!