Coconuts and Diplomas
Tober: Wow. I think I may have been the first person ever to age up in decent hair and clothes.
Tober: But, unfortunately, everyone here is clearly mad.
Kris, Evan, Kory: Haha! Haha! (said in the style of Millhouse from The Simpsons)
LeAnn: What? Flippers aren't appropriate party-wear?
Lynette: There's someone pointing at my stomach. Why are they pointing at my stomach?
Lexa: That's it, I'm off to go make exploding chemicals.
For once, I'm with Lexa.
Tober nips to the dresser for a quick recolour of her outfit.
Tober: Help. No, seriously. Stop narrating and help!
She gains the Natural Born Performer trait.
Everyone's gone by the time it's Verity's turn at the cake. And aging up in your swimwear is never going to be a good idea, babe.
Told you.
Verity: Must...not...look...down. The embarassment of wearing only coconuts and string!
Verity: On the plus side, nobody's here to see it.
She becomes charismatic.
And after a quick wardrobe change runs off to join the inventor career.
Verity: And I just sold everything I'd made as a teen and I'm at level four already.
Meanwhile Tober is painting. She's got about three paintings left to supermax, and is at level nine and three-quarters of the skill and then she'll be joining her career.
Verity: And this, it's hopefully going to make your house smell fresh at all times. It'll have varying scents, depending on your preferences.
Paparazzi 1: Interesting. And when will it hit our stores?
Lexa: After she's fixed the TV!
Or maybe this thing could do that. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll stick it into someones inventory so it doesn't look quite so freakily at me.
Verity: Aww, let it be. I think it's kinda cute.
CUTE?!
Lexa: Aha, I have finally found my minion!
CUTE?!
As soon as Tober gets up she paints. She'll hopefully be down to one painting left to supermax by the time graduation happens.
Verity: I need to practice my charisma, can I talk to you about how clever you are?
Lexa: I like you. I like you a lot. Please keep going.
It's time for graduation. Congratulations, Tobes!
Tober: Can I have children yet then?
No, sorry. There's another three sim weeks before we can even begin to think about that.
Congratulations, Verity!
Verity: Can't I stay behind and finish repairing the TV? I'm scared I'll fall over on the stage.
Tober: No! Come on Tea, you'll be fine!
Paparazzi 2: What do you think you're all doing?! GOING OUT?! I can't take embarassing pictures of you if you're not here!
Verity: Yay, I didn't fall over, and now I never have to go to school again!
She was awarded "Most Likely To Blow Up Her House" (or whatever it's actually called). I hope she doesn't.
Lexa: I hope she blows up the police station instead.
Tober: I'm free! Free to paint all day!
Erm, no you're not. She was, unsurprisingly, given "Most Artistic" as well as Valedictorian.
Irene Su: I'm watching you. I'm waiting. I will see you when you come out of there!
Erm, Irene, they did. Several hours ago. While you were standing there ranting.
