On phone.
Yo, this is Jeremy, I'm busy, leave a message after the beep and I'll call you back!


Room 522, Monday Morning
[plot] Animal: Marmoset.
When Jeremy woke up this morning, he was convinced Fandom was messing with him again, and that his blanket had somehow grown during the night. Naturally, he was half right. It just took him until he'd fought his way out from under the covers to figure out it wasn't that the blanket had gotten bigger, but that he'd gotten smaller. And... monkeyfied. Again.

(Yes, suppose he should've figured that one out a little quicker, but he'd barely woken up. Also he wasn't that bright.)

There really was only one thing to do. He hopped over to the door, had to practice his jumping a couple of times before managing to clutch the handle in a way where he actually got the door to open, and then scurried out with his mission of finding Juliet.

When in doubt, trust your twin to buy bananas.

[ooc: Also establishy! And thus concludes my pre-leaving spam.]

The Dorm Observatory, Wednesday Evening
Effortlessly cute.
George was leaving.

Jeremy was refusing to let that get him down while she was still here. So, he'd prepared one last date for them. He thought it was pretty simple and elegant (and, okay, kind of a re-do from one he'd had aaages ago, but it was a miracle he even remembered that far back): a picnic in the dorm observatory. He'd even gathered up a few twinkly lights, and he'd had a small table and two chairs brought up.

And naturally, his picnic basket was a ridiculously expensive and fancy affair he'd had delivered to him extra fast from the mainland. He was just now making sure everything was in order, while he waited for George to arrive.

[ooc: For the soon-to-be-former sort-of-girlfriend!]

Room 522, Late Saturday Morning
Got me on my back.
Prom was great. Post-prom activities that involved testing theories related to teeth and obnoxiously expensive suits were maximum.

But you know what was almost better? Getting to sleep in on the morning after prom with your kinda-sorta-girlfriend. Of course, Jeremy's opinion tended to change and shift on a fairly frequent basis so maybe later something else would be even greater, but right now? Slowly drifting into consciousness with an arm around George was kind of the best ever.

[ooc: For the giiirl who was modded with permission, por favor! And yes, this is one of the few couples on-island who won't have AU kidlets showing up.]

Room 522, Saturday Morning
[plot] Girl: WTF?
"... Holy freaking crap!"

That was the sound of one freaked out rich guy staring in his wall mirror to find out he was currently a rich chick. And not just any old rich chick, but his twin sister. He looked... exactly liked Juliet, except with their original hair color instead of the blonde. He even had brown eyes like hers.

It was just –– he didn't –– this was just weird. He figured looking like a girl would've been fun because of obvious exploratory factors but now it was just gross and he was finding himself glad he'd worn a t-shirt to bed because at least then he wouldn't have to deal with... Jules boobs or anything like that.

Yeah, he was just going to stay right here. Hide it out. The only silver lining he could find was that at least his roommate wasn't around this morning. But it wasn't much of a silver lining. More like... bronze, maybe. Or not even that.

This was just weird.

[ooc: Closed door, but open post!]

New York City, NY, Thursday Morning
Animal person.
Jeremy and Juliet had decided to stay in New York after Thanksgiving, when news from Fandom had started sounding like trouble might have been brewing, and they had wanted no real part of it. While Jeremy might've sort of been missing someone, it hadn't been that hard a decision to wait things out. This was home, and the party scene had welcomed them back with open arms.

Besides, Jeremy would have been lying if he'd claimed he hadn't missed his own bedroom. It was the size of a common room back at the dorms, and it had most of his stuff in it, too. What was there not to like? So far this morning, he'd only climbed out of bed for long enough to open the door and let Midas in the room. Now, the dog was lounging next to him on the bed, his head resting against Jeremy's leg.

Jeremy felt so at home, so at ease. Maybe he could even get one of the maids to bring him breakfast.

"Sofia!" he called out. No answer. He tried again. "Sofia? Come on, Sofia!"

After a few more times, he was frowning, though mildly. Maybe the maid just didn't hear him.

[ooc: NFB, but open for the sis and/or phonecalls and texts! Whoot, oblivious rich people.]

Room 522, Wednesday Afternoon
Game on!
George was dead. Except technically she was probably undead? Jeremy was... still kind of wrapping his head around that fact. It was a complicated thing, even he could recognize that, and he was not the best at complicated things, so he was taking his time with it.

And that was manifesting itself in the fact that, except for his Monday class, Jeremy had mostly been hermiting it up in his room and acting even more absent-minded than usual. (Sorry, Stephanie.) Today, that meant sitting on the edge of his bed, in front of his ridiculously tiny TV (it was actually decent sized for a dorm room) with a PS3 controller in his hand, playing some random racing game he probably wouldn't have been able to name if asked. It was just some game.

It was a distraction. He was taking brain leave until he got this whole thing figured out. Yep.

Mostly, he was crashing a lot.

[ooc: Door half open, post completely so.]

A Random Coffee House, The Mainland, Friday Evening
Charm and wealth.
Handwavily, Jeremy and George had caught meta for The Graduate at a movie theater on the mainland. It had been... Well, they hadn't exactly caught that much of it, to be honest. But the opening credits had looked good! Really, top notch! Or something. Whatever. Movie theaters were dark and the back row was made for way better things than actually watching a movie. Hey, Jeremy could probably get a private showing of just about any movie with little more than a snap of his fingers, so, why bother resisting the temptation to make out, right?

It had been totally worth it.

And they were progressing to the second part of the date now, and that was coffee. "That is one kickass dress, by the way," Jeremy said, as he was holding the door open for George, entering some random, sort of fancy (but not too fancy) coffee place. "I think we make a pretty dashing pair."

From a guy wearing a flashy suit (as requested!) to a movie and coffee date, that was par for the course.

[ooc: NFB due to off-islandness, and just for the daaate who I just modded with kind permission!]

A Secluded Corner of the Park, Sunday Late Morning
Illuminate the sun.
Jeremy was the happiest man on earth, he really was! He'd jsut gotten married to the most beautiful girl he'd ever met, and even it had been a little on the sudden side, he didn't care. He just wanted to have a post-wedding picnic with his new wife.

So, he'd walked her to the park from the church, with a picnic basket that had just conveniently appeared from somewhere on the way, and once they got to a good spot, he lay a plaid quilt on the grass so Lucrezia didn't have to get her pretty self dirty.

"I'm so happy," he sighed, as he took a seat on the quilt. "How about you, Mrs. Darling?"

Or whatever her last name was by now.

[ooc: Mostly for the aforementioned wife, but there is a dead body in one bit of the OCD for passers-by to gawk at, so feel free!]

Room 522, Sunday Afternoon
One of those faces.
It was really no secret that Jeremy had handwavily spent most of the last few days locked up in the room he shared with Stephanie. Things just... hadn't really seemed like something he should get involved with.

You know, after he'd noticed there was anything weird going on, which had maybe taken him a little longer than most people would be comfortable admitting.

Today, though, it seemed there had been a change, so he'd finally let the door stay open, even if he kept glancing at it a little cautiously every once in a while. For about as long as he could pry his attention away from what he could see standing in front of the window.

Seriously, was that Disneyland?

[ooc: Door half open, post completely so.]


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