Oasis Dormitory
Another day, another dorm. And this one contains...
Johnny: HORK.
And also Ophelia. I couldn’t bring myself to split them up.
And so begins the skilling.
Meanwhile, Stella wants to build robots.
Stella: W̷̢͔͈͓̱̲͓̍̈̊͝h̴̡̹͉̳̲̥̘̰̟̯̠͍̟̱̔̆̇̃́̇͋͋̏̊̋̄̈͘a̴̡͇̫̪̜̰̪̮͇̹͂͒͛̽͆t̷̟̞̲̣̣͕͔̓̉͂̀͌̀̔̈́́̐̂̕͜ͅͅ ̶̧̛͇̦̜̱͍̦̗̱̖̍̇͒̽̄͊̈́̋̀́́̕̕͜ą̴͓̗̮̟͓͍̲̫͇̰͇͊̿̎̾̓̑́̀̊̊͘̚͝͝ ̸͚̫̼̠̰̻̲͖͕̣͗̀̆́̑̅͛̈́͂͗̆͋g̸͍̤̹͇͉̻̞̬͈̫̦͍̽̂̈́̊͂̽̑̈͒̚̚͝͝ͅļ̴̖̠̟͙̖͇̼̱̅̀͒̌͐o̶̡̧̤͈̞̠̣̯̱̼̺̞̥͐̈́́́͆̍͌̎́̑̕r̸̡̯͍̪̠̝̹̱̾̑̔̈́͆͌͊̕̕į̶̤̼̙͍̳̬̭̿́̾̄͊̈́͆o̶͖̼̯̝͓̺̤̪̲̞̙͕͖͔͑̀͋̇͂̾̉͋͘ȕ̷̡͍̜̾́̃̓s̸̺̙͍̩͓̝̤͓̈́̒̋͛͒̍͐͝ ̷̧̛͙̬̂̊̈̇̔̚͜m̶̡͕͉̦͇͍͕̈́͋̊͜͠ǫ̶̡̜̼̣͓̪̻̥̮̠̳͛̋̑̓͒̅̔̍̄̌r̴̛̠̭̻̲̈́̄́̍̇͆͒̈͌̔͒͝n̶̨̟͕̞͖̣̉̾͑̿̒͗̋́͂͋̆̾́̀̕i̷͎̤͎̇̅̏͂̎̅̏͊͋̒͑́͘̚͜͝n̷̛̝͗̈́́͂͌͋̄́̓g̶̡̜͔̺͖͙̘̦͍̥̲̖̤̭̓̈́̓͐͋͝.̵̺̿̿̐̾̃̄̂͘͝
LA LA LA DIDN’T SEE THAT.
So Johnny, being Mr Popular, wants to invite over all his friends and family to check out his new digs.
Jill: HI EVERYONE!
Hello Jill.
Ripp asked if he could bring a friend and brought along his father. Weird flex, but OK.
Johnny: So. Grilled cheese?
Stella: I have never eaten one in my life and I’m dying to know more.
Johnny: We’re going to be best friends.
But after a few hours socialising, it’s time for everyone to go home.
Ripp: Don’t be a stranger, bro.
Johnny: Hurry up and enroll. We’ll happily kick out a dormie for you.
Jenny (she tagged along with Jill): Bye sweetie! Try to eat something other than grilled cheese sandwiches!
Johnny: Of course, pinky promise!
Jenny: I can see the ingredients from here.
Johnny: They’re Stella’s.
Buzz: Bye kid. You’re like the alien son I never had.
Johnny: Haha! Please leave now.
Sure do hope this isn’t gonna be a sneak preview of their adult lives.
Johnny and Ophelia roll wants for Majors.
Ophelia: I love him, but I already share a dorm with him. Please don’t make me share any more classes with him too.
Stella: Do you think you could at least try not to be so obviously repulsed by me?
Johnny: I’m trying, but hot DAMN, you’re ugly.
And then I spotted this guy’s blazer! Johnny, meet your new best friend!
Johnny: So, see any good TV shows lately?
Secret Society Guy: Yawn.
Johnny: You could just say no.
Busy night at the student union.
Stella: *lounges beautifully*
Dormie: Really? We’re in the middle of the desert.
Stella: Shut up and roast a marshmallow, killjoy.
...What are you doing?
Johnny: Nothing.
Ophelia: You don’t have to stand there, go read a book or watch TV or something.
Chef: Absolutely not. I have one damn job in this place and I’m going to do it.
Ophelia: Yeah but you don’t do it well.
Johnny’s still doing nothing, but it gives me a chance to test out my cop-a-squats.
Stella: Just pretend I’m not here.
Johnny: Trust me, we are.
So Stella retreats to her room and continues working on her robot army.
Jill came for a visit.
And there was time for one more sloppy makeout...
...Before the end of the semester.
There appears to be a slight flaw with my cop-a-squats.
Johnny: Or maybe it was aliens.
Johnny invited Klara Vonderstein off the street and she brought a welcoming gift.
Klara: Surprise! It’s plague.
Yes, I can see that.
Took a couple of tries but I eventually managed to cure them both.
Ophelia writes her term paper...
Stella paints...
And Johnny watches the Secret Society dormie piss himself.
Johnny: Do I really have to make friends with this incontinent idiot?
Do you want to be a member of the most secret and prestigious gang on campus?
Johnny: Honestly? It’s not in my wants panel.
No, true. But it is in mine.
Some couple-y cuteness.
Klara: Weird how many wrist injuries there are around here, isn’t it?
You just gonna sit there?
Johnny: Eh, I guess not.
Johnny: How’s this?
Much much worse!
Coach: DOWN ON THE GROUND AND GIVE ME FIFTY!
See, now this sort of thing is what makes me think Mickey’s bugged, because all three of these guys are at top fitness.
Coach: You can never be too sure when it come to aliens.
Stella: WOW.
I sent Johnny out to make friends.
Johnny: What the hell? It’s raining?
Johnny: *decapitates himself on a sunlounger and dies*
But as you can see, the friendmaking was a huge success.
Ophelia: Huh. Some girl just put my boyfriend in handcuffs and marched him out of here.
Ophelia: Probably nothing to worry about.
Secret Society: ONE OF US. ONE OF US.
Johnny: So does this mean you guys are gonna pay my medical bills for the handcuff injuries I sustained?
I let him hang out for a while, but I didn’t bother stealing any of the aspiration rewards. I’ll save those for a sim that needs them.
Johnny: So now I’m in the club, I don’t have to be friends with them any more, right?
Eh, it’s up to you.
Johnny: Oh thank goodness.
Ophelia needed a mechanical point, so I had her repair a couple of Stella’s broken robots. There weren’t actually very many, Stella’s pretty good at robots.
So in the end, she had to skill from an actual book.
You can’t tell from this picture, but Stella has progressed to Cleanbots and Hydrobots.
I don’t even know where to start with this one.
A+’s all round.
And Stella immediately decides to get started on her next term paper.
Johnny does not. So I sent him down the student union and hoped he’d autonomously sing.
Johnny: It’s OK, I can take a hint.
Back home, the dormies decided they hate each other, which instantly made them 100% more interesting.
Ophelia needed a body point, so I sent her to the gym, but I made the fatal mistake of sending Johnny with her, so they just did this instead.
Ophelia: I have a much more fun workout suggestion.
Invite your grandmother over for flamenco dancing lessons?
Oh! OK. Interesting suggestion!
You know this doesn’t actually increase body points, right?
Johnny and Ophelia: Do we look like we care?
Johnny invites his mother over again.
Johnny: Boats.
Jenny: Yes dear.
Jenny: You are occasionally eating something other than grilled cheese sandwiches, right?
Johnny: Yes, but as you are my mother and Tumblr has a naughty things ban in place, I cannot tell you exactly what I just ate.
Ophelia: *plays guitar beautifully*
Grades are beginning to slide now. I’m surprised at Stella especially, she had all the skill points, and wrote a paper. Maybe Physics is just like that.
Johnny and Ophelia don’t seem all that concerned though.
Ugh, stop being adorable, you little shits.
HAHAHAHA
Jill: I hate you.
PT9 tagged along as well this time, so him and Ophelia chatted for a while.
Then Ophelia wandered off to max out creativity. A shame it’s not one of the skills she actually needs.
Johnny: It’s not bent!
PT9: What’s that now?
Johnny: Nothing! What!?
Johnny: See? Not bent at all.
Are you trying to get me banned?
Johnny: Relax. The bot doesn’t work on green.
Let’s hope you’re right.
Stella: Mmm, he can pollinate me any time.
NO.
If you guys keep doing this, I’m going to take your keys away.
Ty: Is he just... sitting there?
Yeah, he does that sometimes.
Johnny: It’s an alien thing.
It’s a boring thing.
Johnny: *primal screaming*
...I’ll take it.
And then they sung a duet, which was very cute. Barf.
Ophelia: Oh my! She’s naked!
Stella: Yes, I usually am when I’m IN THE SHOWER.
Ophelia: *is fabulous*
I’m half tempted to buy a karaoke machine for the dorm so I don’t have to keep sending them down the student union. She’d max out her charisma in less than a week.
Stella: I know just enough about humans to know that’s not good.
But there’s no time to worry over dormies, it’s finals time! And that’s it for this household! Now the question is, do I risk saving as draft until I go back and check the name of the dorm, or do I just post?
...I posted 56 pictures this evening. I think I’ll just post it.
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