randomsushi | Tri-Var Sorority

Let’s go play a Greek house now. Although I must say these Greek houses don’t resemble any houses I saw in Greece. There aren’t nearly enough statues of naked dudes with giant erections.

Thanks Heather. How very topical.
Heather: Please don’t mock me, I’m dying here.
Fine. We’ll deal with it. Go straight to your room, and keep two metres away from everybody-

FUCKS SAKE, HEATHER.

Well that’s sitting down and resting, so I allow it.

Meanwhile Tiffany keeps her distance and starts skilling.

Heather: So am I.
Good, because as we keep being told, if you don’t come out of quarantine with at least six new skills, you suck.
(Do not feel bad if you spend your entire time in quarantine doing nothing other than binge-watching the entire MCU from start to finish while eating Pringles. Stay at home, stay safe, stay alive.)

Brittany: Dear professor. I will not be in class for the next few days as I have the plague.
Brittany: Oh wait shit I don’t know who my professor is.

Brittany: Also I really have to pee.
So go pee! I specifically didn’t lock you in your rooms so you could!

Brittany: Yeah but Heather’s in there.
There are three toilets in this house. Why not use a different one?
Brittany: Because Heather’s in there.

And then she charges in so fast, she leaves a Brittany-shaped hole in the door.
Brittany: GO AWAY!
Heather: I’M DYING.

That was your own stupid fault.
Brittany: Nobody saw me, you can’t prove a thing.

The parade of fail continues.
Tiffany: Oops.

Alas, that wasn’t Grandma’s Comfort Soup. None of the girls have Family primaries or secondaries, so Brittany and Heather are just gonna have to tough it out.

Or nap it out. That works too.

Meanwhile, here’s Tiffany. Hi Tiffany!
Tiffany: I’m trying to do my assignment, do you mind?
Bye Tiffany!

Tiffany: So, recycling. Thoughts?
Heather: I think... I need to use the bathroom again

Brittany: NOT THIS TIME, BITCH.

THERE ARE TWO OTHER TOILETS.

It turns out Heather had other reasons for wanting to use the bathroom.
Heather: Glub glub glub.

Brittany: HACK HACK COUCH COUGH.
Heather: Can’t you cover your mouth?
Brittany: You know perfectly well that I cannot.

Emmy-Lou: Look, a distraction!
Tiffany: Where!?

Tiffany: Wh- hey! You swapped the pieces!
Emmy-Lou: I literally said ‘look, a distraction’. What did you think that meant?

Hooray! I celebrated by letting her go out with Tiffany, who’s been wanting to write her term paper and can’t because the computer’s in Brittany’s room.

And then I didn’t bother taking any photos of Heather’s first taste of freedom.

And when they get back, I’m greeted by this happy message.

Not the greatest grades, but as you can see, it’s literally the first time they went to class, so C’s are pretty good.

New term, new skills. Tiffany’s the only one who wants any though.
Heather and Brittany: We were sick, we need to recover.

I see recovery does not prevent them from bringing home mountains of pizza.

Heather wanted a pet, so got her a puppy called Millie.
Heather: *rubs puppy all over face*

Brittany: SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE

Tiffany’s OTH is Nature so I let her catch some fireflies that we will both instantly forget about.

One day I will learn how to fix the messed up slots on this pet bed.
Today is not that day.
Tomorrow will not be that day either.

Soooo I noticed all the girls had crushes on Castor Nova, so I invited him over, hoping for some ~drama~.
Spoiler: There was no drama.
Castor: So why are you single? Is there something wrong with you?

Heather: Aaaand my vagina just sealed itself shut.

Erik: Which one’s the Bishop again?
Brittany: No idea.

Are you deliberately trying to get my blog banned? You have two baths upstairs!

Brittany earns the dubious honour of being the first sim to see protest signs when she looks at the protest signs, instead of flamingo lights.
Brittany: Fight the power? I want to be the power.

Nice earrings, Kristen.

OK, that is officially Too Many Pizzas.

Heather: This is kinda fun actually lol.

Heather: Heyyyyyy! Fancy seeing you here!
Martin: I know, right!?

Bold choice of clothing.

Brittany’s may be even bolder.
Brittany: Psyche out your opponent with boobies.
Tiffany: Not looking.

Do you want food poisoning? Because that’s how you get food poisoning.

Heather’s OTH is also Nature and she rolls constant wants to catch butterflies and fireflies.
Heather: I am your Lord and Master. Tremble before me, lesser beings!

Brittany prefers to tease Millie.

Tiffany makes the Dean’s list again, and Heather and Brittany’s grades are going up.

Heather: I am Lord of the Flies. Fireflies.
Have... have you ever read the book?
Heather: Haha of course not.

I can always count on the trampolines to lure in Sims who need a body point but don’t want to skill.

Tiffany chats to DJ

Llama: Why is there a mouldy pizza blocking my way?
Because I’m hoping somebody will TAKE A FUCKING HINT.

Brittany wanted to throw a toga party and somehow I totally failed to notice that Heather had a crush on Martin

A BIG one.

I also invited both the drama professors.

No regrets.

Hi Emily! Don’t you already have a boyfriend?
Emily: I want a harem.

Llama: How dare you flirt with me again!?
Drama Prof: Bwah?

Tiffany: So, Kevin, you wanna-
Kevin: ‘Scuse me, there’s shenanigans going on.

And Kevin becomes the filling in a Drama sandwich.
Kevin: Oh shit.

Tiffany: Heartbreak.
I’m not sure you can really blame Kevin for this-
Tiffany: Watch me do it anyway.

Llama: How very dare you.

Kevin: How very dare you indeed!

Tiffany: Maybe a relaxing backrub-
Kevin: NOPE I have had ENOUGH of people touching me at this so-called party!

Speak for yourself, game, I had a blast.

Brittany: Put it there, pal.
Tiffany: This is fine. :)

Heather: I’m not saying the milkshake thing and you can’t make me.

Finally discovered Brittany’s OTH is Sports, so she drags Tiffany outside to play football, which, as a Brit, kills me a little every time I have to type it for the wrong football.

Heather: -Yeah but skyscrapers are stupid, what’s the point when you can only have four playable households?
Tiffany: Your dog pissed on the floor again.
Heather: Can’t hear you, I’m on the phone.

Heather: Besties!
Martin: Besties!
Heather: Let’s see if we can’t improve on that.

Martin: Any thoughts on night mode?

Server: Oops, my bad.

Joshua: Hey bro, having fun?
Martin: SLURP.
Joshua: How’s Jane?

Brittany: Stop pissing on the carpet. It’s disgusting. Pee on a newspaper.
Can puppies pee on newspapers?
Brittany: Whatever, just do it outside.
Millie: I can’t get down the stairs though. :(

And then she grew up and immediately rushed outside to harass passing townies into petting her.

Grades!

Mini Heather spam

Tank Grunt invited Heather on an outing after her date with Martin and I figured, why not? Much to my amusement, he invited his dad and his brother. Buck’s booty shorts HAVE to go though.

I guess my PC liked looking at his ass hanging out ‘caused it crashed while I was scrolling through shirts. BOOO. Turns out nothing was wrong with them, it just strained itself too hard generating thumbnails.

So I sent Heather back out, where she was promptly attacked by bees.

Heather: Please, I need to sleep and there’s nowhere here to nap.

The next day, I sent her out to do some skilling, and she rolled her very first academic want - to influence someone to write her term paper.

Marla: Eh, I’ve got nothing better to do.

Heather: As a stereotypical hot, blonde Sorority girl, I am the best at makeovers.

Heather: Tada.

Hey Brittany, it’s for you. It’s an obscene phone call.
Brittany: Sigh. Hello, professor.

Tiffany: I too am good at makeovers.
Townie: But you’re not hot and blonde.
Tiffany: Neither are you, bitch.

Tiffany: A vast improvement.

Stop that, Millie.

Townie: So anyway, I was thinking, blah blah blah...
Tiffany: I’m so hungry.
Tiffany: Ooh, a sandwich.
Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten.
Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Townie: -And they were all bendy, can you believe it, blah blah blah...
Tiffany: Ooh, a different sandwich!
Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten.
Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Tiffany: Ooh, a different sandwich!
Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten.
Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Townie: You know that’s the first sandwich again, right?
Tiffany: No. Can I try your sandwich?

Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten.
Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Tiffany: Ooh, a different sandwich!
Tiffany: Ew, it’s rotten.
Tiffany: I’m so hungry.

Townie: ...I’m gonna go now.

Oh thank fuck for that.

Brittany: If we get roaches, you’d better kill them, or I’ll kill you.

Heather: I can sex up your look, but you’re gonna have to deal with that horrible outfit yourself.

SNOW.

Tiffany: This vagina isn’t gonna fuck itself, Kevin.
Kevin: But the wall’s in the way.
I know I have an inaccessible beds hack. I may have to move it out of the subfolder and pop a z at the beginning of the name.