Casteroff Dormitory
Welcome to Casteroff Dormitory, home of Emily Lee, Tom Freshe and Mercutio Monty.
Tom: Can you believe this guy!?
Professor: I used to teach at wizard school, you know.
Cheerleader: YAY CEREAL!
Tom: *ignore ignore ignore*
Emily is the only sim here remotely interested in studying, so I let her do her assignment.
While Tom complains about the weather.
Tom: Rain? Seriously?
Mercutio: What stairs?
Aww, I’ve missed this guy.
Turns out Tom and Emily have a bit of a thing going on, so he stalked her for about half an hour, trying to kiss her only to get cockblocked by the darts board.
Finally she took pity on him.
Mercutio is very unhappy at being ordered to work out.
Mercutio: GRR.
Emily makes a start on her term paper.
Tom: I can see Uranus.
...Maybe we’ll go back to the ‘Mars is bright tonight’ jokes.
Mercutio brought along his guitar when he left home seven years ago, so sometimes he likes to jam in his room.
Tom prefers to sing.
Emily: Which is very sweet, but I think I’d prefer the guitar.
Tom: Wheeee!
He wanted to see a shooting star.
Tom: Make a wish!
I wish for a million pounds.
I am generous enough to fulfil Tom’s wishes though. It helps that all three of them have Nature as their OTH so I know they’ll all appreciate the flower bench.
Finals time! And I’m afraid Tom’s letting the side down.
You’re gonna let them go, right?
Mercutio: I dunno, maybe?
It’s like raaaaain on your finals day.
At least the resulting flood is good for a cleaning point.
Tom: Why are you making me do this?
Don’t look at me like that, you wanted to.
Tom: And you’ll notice that want rolled away as soon as I started doing it.
You don’t even care about politics! You have the absolute least possible amount of interest in politics!
Mercutio: True, but in my defence, I come from Veronaville. A little education in politics might just save my life.
I mean, you could just avoid your problems by getting high like Emily here.
Nature Leader: Nice flowers.
Tom: Don’t touch. They’re $70 a bunch. You can buy some once I graduate.
Mercutio: Pretty flowers!
Hooray, I finally got the barista to spawn at the pretty counters!
Emily: Hooray, I don’t have to go to class any more!
Tom: Wait, I can skip class if I write a term paper!? Sign me up!
Emily: Sign yourself up. I’m busy.
Oh! It’s the clone Bella!
Clone!Bella: I could be the real one. You don’t know me.
But I do know the real Bella had a makeover when she moved back home.
Tom: Smelly cat, smellllly cat, what are they feeding you?
Mercutio: He’s behind me, isn’t he?
Minty: Eugh, you stink.
Tom: Excuse you, my singing is perfectly fine.
Minty: I’m not talking about your singing.
Not!Bella: Oh my, who’s that handsome sexpot?
A terrible idea!
Not!Bella: My favourite kind!
Mercutio wanted to buy a tent, and who am I to say no to that kind of ridiculous request?
Mercutio: Upon second thoughts, I’ve decided to just caffinate all night long instead.
Emily: A tent! Sweet!
Excellent, you can use that to pay the rent on your first apartment.
Cheerleader: I have a sudden compulsion to make grilled cheese.
Dormie: Oops.
Finals time!
A nice game of catch.
And then Emily and Tom catch feelings.
Emily: *swoon*
Tom: Nom nom nom.
Mercutio: Bored.
Fine, you can all go hiking.
Again?
Emily: It was just lying there at the side of the road.
Emily:
You’re my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogums-Boogums, You’re the Apple of my Eye. That I found out hiking.
Tom: Look at this guy!
Aww, you care?
Tom: He’s blocking my exit!
Tom: You’re the best!
Mercutio: Aww, no, you’re the best!
Mercutio: La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la...
He kept rolling wants to make friends with people, so I’ve decided if a Sim rolls two or more friend wants at once, they’re allowed to buy a phone.
Buzz: Have you met my son? He goes to Sim State too.
Mercutio: Sir, this is Academie Le Tour.
Buzz: ...Right, I knew that, I definitely did not get on the wrong bus.
Mercutio: If I don’t shower soon I will die.
I’m fairly sure that’s not possible.
Mercutio: Not a risk I’m wiling to take!
Tom: Good news! I got a makeover chair! Time to get rid of that clown makeup!
Makoto: I don’t trust you... but then, things could hardly get worse.
Tom: Ahah, er, about that...
Emily: TWEET TWEET BITCH.
Finals time!
Tom: I’ll make you look like... well, less like a toddler.
Pigtails: *skeptical*
Pigtails: -AND I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER. AND ALSO YOUR PARENTS.
Tom: Honestly it looks great now please don’t hurt me.
Ex-Pigtails: I can’t promise that.
Time to make a quick escape to the student center!
Tom: *poses beautifully*
Mercutio: SKREEEEEEEE
And then when they got home, this happened.
Mercutio: All I want in life is for Romeo to join me in college. That’s it. Nothing else.
As all my playables are Nature sims, one of my favourite things to do is send them hiking with a bunch of dormies, so I had Mercutio drag them out for a walk in the hope his Wants panel would fix itself when he got home.
Dormie: Snow!?
I can’t help you if you don’t roll any wants!
Mercutio: Better?
Much. Now go tell somebody how great hikes are.
Nicer way of meeting him than telescope peeping, I suppose.
Tom: I made this.
I watched Emily make two thirds of it.
Tom: And I finished it. Therefore I made it.
I’m beginning to suspect Emily has an Apple dealer out there somewhere.
And we end with this final finals pop-up.
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