stars_and_money: (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.]
stars_and_money: (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.]
stars_and_money: (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!]
stars_and_money: ([plot] Candy: Oh yes.)
True, Candy didn't have the faintest real idea where she was. She just wasn't letting that bother her. Her hunch said this might've been some quaint little back room at the Factory (she hadn't been there yet), and it was no reason not to look her best. In fact, if this was the Factory, then it was imperative that she look her best, before presenting herself to Andy.

Her purse and a change of clothes had followed her, as if by magic, and a moment of rooting around the closet had produced a dressing gown and a case of rollers (which would confuse Jeremy to no end, later), so Candy was set. Rollers in her hair and covered with a scarf, she sat down by one of the desks and dug her lipstick from her purse.

Time to pretty up.

[ooc: Door about one-third open, post completely so! Jeremy is now Candy Darling, as portrayed by Stephen Dorff in I Shot Andy Warhol.]
stars_and_money: (Lazing about.)
Jeremy was actually reading something he'd been assigned in class. Hey, Lysistrata was totally kind of fascinating, and it wasn't like he had anything else to do. He'd had a good night's sleep, so there was no need to spend his time napping, and he'd already handwavily ordered his Valentine's Day flowers for everyone.

He'd also bought two tickets to tomorrow's dance even though he didn't have a date. He figured he might still find one, and even if he didn't, well... It wasn't like he didn't have the money to spend on a high school dance ticket no one needed. He himself was going, either way. It was an opportunity to dress up and party, and if nothing else, he and Juliet could always write an exposé on it for their gossip column.

But right now he was just going to lay on his bed, reading an old play. And wearing his glasses, for once. Whatever, he thought he made the mildly geeky thing look maximum.

[ooc: Door and post are open!]

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