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── .✦ 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐨 penned for princeuniversity by 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢 .
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👤for @sl0wkarma 📍[ INT. CAMPUS RADIO STATION ]
it's so early, that outside, the sky has just begun to tinge with cerulean, orange and yellow peeking through the haze that blanketed the campus. it's yeongmin's first time inside the campus radio studio. he's sitting on a worn leather sofa, one earbud in, listening to the end of jude's radio show. he woke up for an early morning run ( too early, too eager, he chastises himself ) but it was in time to catch jude on air. yeongmin sips on the americano he made himself earlier using winthrop's coffee machine, the other cup in his hand for jude. if there's anything yeongmin has to be grateful for, it's him — the one sitting inside the booth on the other side of the window, screens aglow with all the audio controls. the atmosphere of prince still felt odd, like the ground had gone askew ever since the news broke midsummer, and it still hasn't corrected itself. for a semblance of normalcy, yeongmin had offered to get breakfast with jude, ( or cook breakfast, depending on the other's mood ) . when he finally sees the ON AIR sign turn off, and the booth door opens, yeongmin stands, offering the drink. “ i don't get how you do this early morning show as a regular thing, ” he remarks, “ especially once it's winter. ”
there were countless things that jude loved about his campus radio show, one of which being that the day started as soon as the show finished. while his sleep schedule was constantly ruined between studying and med school rotations, the show was consistent enough to ground him and give him a start to the day, no matter how many hours he slept before. however, this show was extra special to him considering that it was yeongmin's first time at the station. in light of prince's and the ten's current state, jude's newly turned friendship with yeongmin was one of the few things that made life feel a little more tangible.
he swings open the door to the booth with a grin, eyes lighting up at the offer of the cup. "you're the best, seriously," he thanks before taking a sip of the americano, instantly giving a nod of approval at the taste. "somebody has to play subliminally motivating music to help people on their extra early morning commute," jude remarks with a chuckle. "the trek from montgomery to the station is extra fun when it snows. i think i've been late to shows because i slipped on ice at least twice." it was a rare occurrence for jude to have fun plans after the show, typically running to class or the hospital, and for that, he was extra grateful for yeongmin. "i'm more impressed with you, honestly. it seems easier to get up when it's part of a routine. i will say, the mere thought of pancakes definitely helped get me through the show today, though. i trust that wherever we go for breakfast will hit the spot."
closed starter for @sl0wkarma ! [INT.] the radio station :p
if there's anything tatum is unsure about, it's how in the world she ended up doing tech for the campus radio. her major's in anything but, and there were a million and one extracurriculars that could be better suited. still, she enjoys the work, especially when she gets to call in anonymously. these days, calling into the late - night show felt like a lifeline. it helps that jude has somehow managed to not put two and two together that the girl always calling in is the girl who works the late nights with him to make sure the show sounds all throughout campus. as soon as recording wraps, she's grabbing her things, readying herself to run off. gives jude the usual sign for ‘good show’ : a thumbs up and nothing else.
although jude was intelligent, there were countless things that he was clueless about – one of which being that tatum was his favorite mystery caller. his interactions between tatum and the caller were so stark that he was nowhere close to considering that possibility. after wrapping, jude offered a smile to tatum through the window, returning the thumbs up. jude wouldn't know how to react if knew that someone who said so little to him in person was the same who told him such wild stories on air. "hey, tatum," he starts softly, shrugging his backpack over his shoulder as he exited the booth. jude takes a moment before speaking again, thinking over his words while simultaneously giving tatum enough time to flee if that's what she preferred. "i didn't get to thank you for helping me out the other day. i was going to grab some coffee before the next show – is there anything i can pick up as a thanks?" jude offers, hoping that it isn't too much to spook her.
closed starter for @sl0wkarma ! [INT.] the art loft.
“ is there a reason you're bothering me right now ? ” words that would usually be filled with venom come out less rough than usual. jude was one of his rare exceptions : most people lit the fuse, jude managed to blow it out in the nick of time. right now, damien's sketching, a secondary art to his photography — a more personal one, kept just to himself. fingers still mid - sweep when the other doesn't immediately leave. he looks up from the canvas, all blistering glare. “ if the dorms aren't burning down and since you're standin' here looking like the picture of health all safe and sound, i think it can wait a little. ”
jude shrugs at damien's initial question, looming in the doorway as he munches on a cookie. there's an instant recognition of the lack of bite in damien's bark – jude considered himself lucky to see this side of dami and to not actually get chewed out by him. "don't let me intrude then, i can always leave and take this with me," he shrugs, raising the bakery bag to eye level. there's no effort for an exit though as he takes a few steps forward. "can i see?" jude questions nodding towards the canvas, "or is personal enough that it's going down in a dorm fire? because at the rate this university is moving i wouldn't say that's unlikely."
open starter. BOTANICAL GARDENS
The college has finally settled down after the rush of students adjusting to their new lives this semester. It's two hours to midnight, and Niya walks quietly through the gardens, smoking and occasionally stopping to take pictures of the hydrangeas with an old digital camera for a new painting project.
A familiar face comes into view. They don’t see her, but she sees them—giving her a moment to debate whether she wants to walk the other way or not. But she knows she could use some company.
“Lovely , isnt it?” Niya says loudly, announcing her presence. She extends her cigarettes, slim fingers reaching out as if offering an invitation.
“Any late-night thoughts?”
when on rotation, part of the reason jude loved taking night shifts was the fact he could practically be nocturnal on his days off – he often preferred the calmness and solitude of night. it was part of the reason he hadn't entirely tried to get back into a normal sleep schedule since finishing his most recent rotation. despite his appreciation for solitude, jude is even happier to see niya ( and the happiest that he didn't spook easy with her entrance ). "oh, just the best," he over exaggerates, head turning in the direction he thought she was coming from. jude smiles upon seeing her, politely raising his hand to turn down the cigarette. "aliens, honestly," he chuckles, ducking his head at how ridiculous it sounds. "some of the flowers in there," he nods towards the greenhouse, "look like they're from another planet. with how crazy things have been around here lately too, i wouldn't be surprised if someone got beamed up on their way to class."
open starter / 📍 the courtyard
students are sweating through oversized hoodies, hauling duffel bags & futons up three flights of stairs, & then there's leonora — standing beneath the carved stone arch of the building like she just stepped out of a chanel campaign. her hair's curled into glossy, blow-dried waves, a white linen romper with delicate gold buttons clinging to her like second skin. her luggage — all matching beige rimowa, monogramed of course — sitting neatly on a gold cart, pushed by a flustered sophomore she had charmed into helping. she's talking on her phone with one hand, sipping iced lavender matcha with the other. “ no, daddy. i told you — i don't need the parisian sheets flown in. egyptian cotton will do. i am trying to blend in. ” cue dramatic eye roll. a moment later, she looks up and locks eyes with the person coming her way.
she smiles. slowly. like she knows something they don't.
“ hi. ” lena greets, brushing hair from her cheek. “ you look… too calm for move-in day. what's your secret? ”
while jude didn't particularly look forward to move - in day, the stress of the event had lessened over the years. with an apartment just a few hours away, he didn't feel the need to move his entire life into his dorm. if anything, he spent the majority of the day helping others move in – friends and scared freshman, the reassurances for their parents already scripted in the back of his brain. it's part of the reason he found himself outside of roosevelt and not his own dorm, montgomery. his own move in process finished hours ago, now he simply was trying to fill time.
in a sea of new faces – jude wasn't particularly familiar with many roosevelt residents outside of the ten – it was near relieving to see a mostly friendly one. "i think … what is it … the seventh times the charm?" jude shrugs upon approaching leonora, hands shoving into pockets. while living in the dorms as a grad student wasn't his favorite thing ever, he couldn't deny the convenience. his eyes flick over to the sophomore, unsure whether his own laugh is for their misery or how easily lena's charm must have worked. "anything i can help with?"
⋆˚࿔ [ cha eunwoo, cis male, he/him ] hey, i think i just ran into JUDE SEO at SECRET LIBRARY ! you mean the TWENTY SIX year old GRAD STUDENT studying MEDICINE known for their LEVI’S , DRESSED UP OR DOWN WITH TOO MANY LAYERS ON TOP , PAIRED WITH UNRELENTING DARK CIRCLES around MONTGOMERY COLLEGE ? according to the records, they are recognized for their involvement in CAMPUS RADIO and TUTORING CLUB. word goes that they are part of the 𝖳𝖤𝖭 𝖮𝖥 𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖢𝖫𝖤𝖲, but no way that they're tangled in that web of secrecy ⏤ i mean their vibes are way to similar to PEETA MELLARK and BEN WYATT to be in a secret society, right ? whatever, their admissions application to prince reminds me of a coffee thermos with faded stickers from simpler times, study guides abandoned with half eaten breakfasts, the smell of rain before it pours but not bothering to open an umbrella, or maybe that's the reputation they're trying to cultivate. while, JUDE claims not to be involved with that one student's murder, the FBI's still got their eye on them ⸻ let's hope they can afford a good attorney. good luck with the new academic year, and don't get into too much trouble this semester .ᐟ
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