twintuitionist: ([spec] MALTESE PUPPY)
It wasn't Juliet's fault. She was minding her own business -- which happened to be calling every milliner she knew in New York to see if anybody could make her a hat like Princess Beatrice's -- when all of a sudden, she wasn't talking into the phone so much as yipping into it.

At least she had truly excellent fur.

Juliet the Maltese puppy managed to hit the "end call" button with her nose, than hopped off the bed and waggled out into the hall. There was a whole world of smells to explore.

[OOC: And Juliet is a puppy. The brother has modding rights, and she'll be back in a week or so-ish.]
twintuitionist: ([spec] looking all sultry while I read)
It was hard to be too positive about any day that started with jellybeans falling on your head when you were supposed to be showering. On the other hand, it was Easter and Juliet had a couple free weeks before summer classes would start up -- and, well, a fresh handful of jellybeans made for a fantastic breakfast.

So she had her candy, and a book of dramatic monologues, and a wee blue lamb who had wandered in after a teeny-weeny bit of one of the monologues got read aloud for the sheer joy of the language...

She still wasn't certain where any of this came from. But, as she stroked her new pet's fur, she reflected that it might not be a bad morning after all. All she needed was some chocolate to wash down the jellybeans.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
twintuitionist: ([older] dun like this)
It took Juliet a moment to realize where she was when she woke up. The room was too small, the bed too narrow, and the light ... the light was distinctly not flattering.

There was probably no one at the reunion to bring her her usual cup of tea in bed, either.

She grumbled to herself a bit as she rummaged around to find some clothes. She would have booked a hotel room, but she'd decided on a lark to stay in the dorms to blend in. Stupid decision; the TV show was between seasons, so she wasn't even going to get some footage of herself with old school friends as a reward. She'd asked them to make an exception and send out a cameraman with her, but they said she wasn't even the chief ratings draw anymore. It was absurd -- even if she wasn't the one with an advice book on the bestseller list just then, she was still the only Darling they had.

Once she was dressed, she'd have to call home to check that the nanny was getting Colette to her Saturday baby ballet class, and not making excuses about how Colette wasn't even walking properly yet. Motherhood was such a chore.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
twintuitionist: ([spec] looking all sultry while I read)
In Juliet's word, Friday morning meant time to start getting ready for the weekend.

Today, though, Friday seemed to mean ... not much in particular. She texted back and forth with a few people from New York, but it just got depressing hearing about the fun she wasn't having. So she called Jeremy out of boredom, but even he didn't pick up.

Dispirited, she flopped back on her bed with a Tennessee Williams biography (and no angora sweater), leaving the door open in case anybody interesting wandered by.

[OOC: Open post!]

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