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"Well we've got a whole range of custom options," Jeremy explained, grabbing a menu that had a list of all of their default flavours, and then a list of the add-ins that you could start playing around with for a little bit extra per one.

"So we've got all your classics, vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, even banana, but we've also got all of these that you can customise your drink with, however you'd like it really," he smiled. Judging from the accent, the guy might not be a regular, so it was no bother to explain the whole situation.

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Shake Shake Shake - Open

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ultimate male fictional characters i fell in love with // a thread 58/?

58. Damian Hardung: James Beaufort (Maxton Hall — The World Between Us 2024-)

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It was one of those nights. The ones where despite the fact the sun had gone down a few hours ago, it was still way too hot and sticky the second you started moving, and the air was crying out for a good thunderstorm, or a sudden downpour of rain just to break the thick still air. The perfect night for a milkshake, something cold and refreshing that you could hold close.

Instead of a thunderclap, it was the sound of the door opening that had Jeremy looking up from his notepad where he was doodling behind the counter at Chippamunkas.

"Hi there," he smiled, customer service mode on, even if you could see the way the heat had tired him out coming through it. "What can I get you? I'd highly recommend one of our custom milkshakes if you're overheating anywhere near as much as I am," he grinned crookedly.

Shake Shake Shake - Open

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"I promise I'll go full Gordan Ramsey on you, alright?" Jeremy grinned, knowing that he'd won this round (which was pretty impressive, but he knew James wasn't as harsh as he liked to act, he was basically just a big ol' softy as far as Jeremy was concerned). "There'll only be idiot sandwiches if rquired."

Still, he was backing himself here, and something about this whole situation was telling him that James was the right choice. He needed someone else who cared that much.

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Which was why James found himself being subjected to the day in the recording studio that Jeremy had booked out from the University. "Hey bud! Ok, come on in," he beckoned, holding the door for him as he beamed. "I've got coffee and snacks in the studio, so feel free to help yourself and then we're going to get everything set up for you. I'll just be a second, need to make sure these guys have everything they need-" he jerked his thumb towards the small motley crew he'd put together who were in the other half of the studio, beginning to point at the various levers and dials and sliders that they'd spend the day fiddling with.

Jeremy's guitars were already in the studio, along with the friendly bassist he'd recruited for the occasion and their other guitarist was yet to arrive, but Jeremy had a very good feeling about it all.

A few minutes later, he came through to the studio itself and sighed happily. "Ok, you good man? Do you want a hand adjusting the kit at all?"

@captainjamesjoneshook

Drumroll Please || JimJams

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"Yeah?" Jeremy said softly, brow furrowing a little. "I'm the same. Good time for a breather then. I'll sort it out," he rubbed his knuckles against her leg in a fond gesture, wishing he could chase away that look on her face that was distracted and far away.

Standing up, he stretched a little, and groaned a touch as he did, before heading off to the kitchen to sort out a tray; cups of tea for them both (his English breakfast, and her choice of her favourite) and a packet of biscuits before starting back up the stairs and away to his room. When he got up there, and nudged the door precariously with his elbow, he set the tray down on his bed-side table and then sat down on the floor where it felt a little cooler at least.

"What've you been working on?" He asked. "Revising for the exam?" It was that time of year, after all, where everything was all about exams. Unless you were a final year, in which case it was all about exams and yet somehow everyone wanted you to know exactly what you were doing after them too.

@euterpe-of-hesiod

The Seasons Turning - Blueson

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Jeremy twiddled his thumbs a little bit, before deciding he should probably sit down, if he was staying for a smoothie. The boy edged towards the table shyly, waiting for a moment to politely ask "Sorry, can I?" As he pointed at a chair, and sliding into it when Julieta said yes.

"I ... I cook a little," he said modestly. "My parents cook a lot, I mean, we always cooked at home when we were growing up, you know? We didn't get take-away or ready meals very often, they do everything from scratch, so I guess I just picked a lot of it up?" It had started small, little jobs to help out while they were cooking, graduating to taking over one specific part of a meal, to cooking for the whole family himself.

"Plus they're really into making sure we ate organic seasonal food wherever we could, so it's not got too many pesticides or air miles and stuff like that." Another part of the Johnson environmental agenda that he hadn't even realised other people didn't care about until he was living with new people on his gap year.

"And then, you know, I've worked at Chippamunkas on and off since I was about sixteen, so Mr Kronk has been amazing about pulling me into the kitchen sometimes if we have a slow shift and he needs someone to listen while he's bouncing ideas around... guess I've picked up a few things," he shrugged.

@julicta

extended welcomes - jere & juli

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[Outfit]

Jeremy frowned intently at his computer, as he tried to find what the catch was in that job advert. There had to be something, right? There was always something, he had found, even in his pretty limited experience of job hunting so far. But he kept finding himself drawn back to it, even if for some reason it was making something feel heavy and uncomfortable in his stomach.

Or maybe that was just because he was lying face down and he was hungry, or something like that. With a heavy sigh, he rolled over onto his back, and nudged the back of his hand against Linnet's leg where she was hanging out on his bed with him.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" He asked, hoping that might break him out of his little funk. "I've got some biscuits too?"

@euterpe-of-hesiod

The Seasons Turning - Blueson

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The Seasons Turning - Blueson

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"You have," Jeremy agreed, giving Penny a very sincere and earnest smile. He was very proud of how far she'd come in her time in the town, not that he really would think he could claim credit for it at all. But to see his friend here, looking so much more vibrant and confident in herself than she had been when she first arrived? Well, that was a thing that made his heart ache, but in a very nice way.

Then he laughed as he watched the exchange between Penny and Bolt. "Be more Bolt, I like that as a motto," he agreed. There was something about the way the lovely dog saw the world that never failed to make Jeremy smile, and he'd miss his four-legged friend as much as his two-legged one.

"Yeah bud? You think I'll need to be more like you in the future, yeah?" He said, smiling broadly and excitedly. "Alright. I've managed to squeeze a few more things into some of those boxes, so we're making good progress."

But he stood up, and dusted off his hands. "I'm going to have to make some new friends with dogs though, because I'm definitely going to miss this guy way too much," he patted Bolt's side enthusiastically.

@little-superstar-penny

Migration || Penemy

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Jeremy was tucking some more stuff into the box of kitchen things, and smiling to himself a little as he did so, listening to his friend talking about all of this.

Kind of wild, really, to think that she had first arrived in Swynlake as the Penny Forrester, here to make her movie and then jet off to more super stardom. Kind of wild to think that he had talked to her first to try and make a good impression for Pip. His lips tugged into something half-way to a laugh at just how poorly that whole situation had worked out in the end.

"I think maybe that's ... exciting." He said, more sincerely as he glanced across the room at Penny. "I mean, you have so many things you could do if you want to, so many opportunities." Her future was a wide-open door right now, a whole field that she could run out into and pick whatever path she liked, not trapped in any one channel between narrow walls of what she felt like she had to do. What more could you wish for, for your friend?

"You'd definitely be good at a vlog if you did go down that route," he agreed, folding the lid on that box as he decided he really shouldn't add anything else, or it would be getting way too heavy. "I think you have this like... curiosity? That works really well for it." Jere stood up, ready to move onto the next box.

"I think it'll be good for you, you know? You can really get to know what you want to do next."

@little-superstar-penny

Migration || Penemy

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The second Marie said 'nothing's been proven' Jeremy started to get that feeling that things were going to go south fast! He'd been willing to accept their slightly eccentric director - and really in the world of theatre what director wasn't eccentric - at face value, but it seemed there was a lot he was missing.

Like rumours of anti-magic sentiment in a town that was supposed to be way above that. Jeremy sighed. He supposed that was the problem, right? You got people coming to town trying to prove just how cool with magicks they actually were.

Must be freaking exhausting for the actual magicks in the cast and crew, right? "Jeesh. I mean, you'd think that you'd maybe lie low for a bit first so that there'd be less scrutiny."

But then, maybe Mrs De Vil was entirely innocent of the rumours and wanted to prove them wrong?

"Yeah, that was always nice. You knew what to expect and what he expected of you. I guess this'll all get laid out anyway, so it'll be fine once we get up and running. Although it'll be weird doing the play without like, Pip or Phineas and people like that too."

@marie-a-bonfamillearie

It's perfect for a blonde || Jeremarie

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Jere: That sounds like a great plan! And for sure you'll be able to land something in that time, even if it's just that first step on the ladder to greatness you know?

Jere: Still up in the air atm. Looking for jobs where I can either like... do some performing and fit something else in alongside it, or where I can fit the performing in alongside the work. Don't think I'm going to find some magic job where I can just perform all day you know?

Jere: It, uh... is kind of looking like I'll be heading further afield than Swynlake though. If I actually land something, obviously.

@exsqueak-me

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

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"Oh, it's smart, for sure," Jeremy agreed. It didn't quite fill his heart with excitement, sure, but it was a means to an end, right? It wasn't going to be the permanent solution ... hopefully. Ideally. "Thanks, Penny," he said, turning to her so that she knew he was sincere and not just saying it. Even if he didn't take it, the fact she was offering meant she was looking out for him. She'd always done that, really. She'd looked out for him when he broke up with Pip, always insisting he deserved better even if Jeremy never quite saw it that way. She'd looked out for him as Binna in dozens of little ways, and now she was still trying to look out for him.

It meant the world to him.

"Sure, but we'll get there," he reminded her, calmly and patiently as he picked up his milkshake to take a slurp.

"So have you decided what you're going to do when you get to New York? I mean, besides getting to know your Dad and brother? Like, are you carrying on the law stuff? Or going to go all Robin Hood and start fighting injustice one vlog at a time?" He asked, glancing up over his shoulder as he managed to pack things back into the box with plenty of room to spare (excellent, all the more space to slot in some other waiting things).

@little-superstar-penny

Migration || Penemy

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Jere: Ahh ou don't have to do that. I keep forgetting I was even nominated!

Jere: That is insane. But after all these years you must be super excited, right?

Jere: You got things planned out for when you get there? Or going to sort it out on the ground?

@exsqueak-me

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

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Jere: Sure thing, Pip. You deserve it!

Jere: Have you got a date for when you're leaving, then?

@exsqueak-me

Step-Ball Change of Heart || Open Texts

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Love's Gonna Live Here || Blueson

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Jeremy was starting to re-arrange things within the box now - testing out what could go where, what sat neatly on top of what and things like that, going through all the different permutations. Penny spoke, but hesitated, and it was that that made him look up, smiling politely and raising his eyebrows, silently telling her it was alright to continue.

She did, and Jeremy smiled a little wider. "Oh, thanks Pen! That's really kind of you," he said, thinking with his heart first and how generous it was of her to consider using a favour like that for him.

"I guess ... I don't know," he mused. "I guess it depends what kind of thing you actually do in those kinds of internships, you know? I'm guessing a lot of behind the scenes stuff helping it all run smoothly, obviously, but ..." He had done an internship before, at DevTech, and despite how great the company was and how fantastic his boss and the team had been, and how much Jeremy applauded their vision ... he had hated it. It had sucked the life out of him, running around doing an office job. Would doing that, so close to what he really wanted to do, be better? Or so much worse?

He didnt know. "I mean, some information would be great, I could always have a chat if you were able to arrange that and talk about what their programmes are like?"

His parents would probably love it if he got on some proper programme like that, but there was no little spark in his heart for it. "I mean, I've been looking at loads of things, an obviously there's no like... apply here to be a musician! jobs or anything but I guess I've gotta keep my net broad, right? And hope I can at least set aside enough time for my music."

@little-superstar-penny

Migration || Penemy