Just a quick disclaimer - when I started writing the captions for this entry, I kind of forgot that the kids had already been in college a while. So if it seems like they're just starting college, you're not crazy.
Warnings: Swearing! Do I even have to say that anymore! Dancing! Sex!
Featuring sims by
sixamsims,
stakeit_uk,
rhiannon_alexis,
jens_sims,
upendoaushi and
sounseelie.
Quebec: College, baby! Boom!
This was pretty much my same reaction when I started college. Oh, wait, it was actually WHAT THE FUCK, I HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH A COKE-HEAD STRANGER WHO USES "MAD" AS AN ADVERB.
Quebec immediately transitions into some kind of freaky hula dance. Not gonna lie, I kind of love it.
As evidenced by my continuing to take pictures that fail entirely to advance the plot.
Of course, she's not neglecting formalism.
Papa, meanwhile, spends all her time cleaning and trying to forget that she's not eligible for the heirship.
Papa: I FUCKING HEARD THAT. STOP RUBBING IT IN.
So sassy, that one.
Quebec: Time to prune the ol' hedges, if you know what I mean.
(Feel free to insert a "personal landscaping" joke of your choice.)
Speaking of unsightly hair, here's the matchmaker! And she brought a date for Papa's sponge! So thoughtful.
Isn't it so cute how Romeo's fist makes a perfect little heart against her red dress? I just noticed that right this minute.
Here's Romeo's date, the dazzling Ulee, by
sixamsims.
Things go well.
Very well, in fact.
Forgive all these shots of people's legs. They always look better when other people post them...
stakeit_uk's King Moonracer drops by.
Unfortunately, Romeo is otherwise engaged.
Duckie Davenport (
rhiannon_alexis) is also one of the passers-by.
And Quebec finds time in her busy dancing schedule to say hello! Duckie looks... a little frightened.
Quebec: Must have been my breath... I have GOT to get off this onion-and-sardine diet.
Romeo snags a spot at the barre while Quebec is getting cozy with Mr. Davenport.
...or not.
Quebec: *HOVERS*
Ah, the lovely Garnet Enero, by
jens_sims. Behind her is
upendoaushi's Corinne du Poe.
Not only do Garnet and Romeo match, they can nod in unison!
Right, go straight to that. Oy vey. Romance sims, right?
Romeo: Cute dress, girl! I was going to get blue but then I thought it might look like I was naked.
Shoulder Papa!
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"Don't listen to that guy. He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm gonna lead you down the path that rocks!"
Garnet is overcome at how hot Duckie's dance moves are. I know there was a reason he got along with Quebec...
I call it "Trinity." Note the inverse pyramidal construction and the dynamic horizontality.
Another one of legs. This is what my legacy would look like if I were really, really short.
Duckie cannot be dissuaded to stop dancing, even though three's clearly a crowd.
Quebec to the rescue! Now we've got ourselves a nice quorum.
Quebec: We have a robot at my house. It slept with my mother.
Romeo and Garnet: *FACESUCKAGE*
Oh, hey, Papa, where have you been? I swear, sims love that dance barre more than anything else. They are like a hamster with a dopamine drip with that thing.
WOW FINALLY. In the meantime, Romeo's bagged like three women.
Llama: So... this is awkward.
Anka (
sounseelie) drops by for a visit!
Anka: I think I threw out my back the last time I had sex with Dieterbot. That boy is like an acrobat, I tell you.
Quebec: *TRAUMA*
Speaking of circuses... Paging Tony Delap!
Anka wants Quebec to know that this chess match is a fight to the bitter end!
Quebec: I'm glad we could spend this time together. Don't you just love the world?
Guess not.
Anka: That's easy for you to say. You're not dating a robot while still married to an ex-vampire. Who cheated on me with AN ALIEN.
Anka brings it down a little by... dancing. And neglecting her personal hygiene.
Remington: No, no, no. That green cloud is stench is TOO blatant. Try a subtler miasma when dancing the Black Swan.
Romeo: So... How about those Llamas, right? Hell of a team.
Excuse the walls down, but I wanted to show you PARANORMAL ACTIVITY OMG.
Finally Quebec is getting somewhere with Duckie.
AW.
Cheerleader: Hooray! I get to PEE! Give me a P! Give me an E!
I think we all know where this is going.
Papa: You do know that my life sucks, right?
Quebec: Hold on. I'm trying to figure out this sphere puzzle.
Quebec: There we go. You were saying?
Papa: *SIGH*
Just because you can't be heir and because you have the world's only immortal streaker constantly bothering you doesn't mean you get to complain, Papa. Who do you think you are, St. Sebastian?
Well, that'll be all for now.
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