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Room 522, Wednesday Afternoon
Nov. 9th, 2011 06:46 pmGeorge 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.]
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.]
