Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Saturday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly checked his reflection in his jeep's review mirror one more time. Clean pants, no holes: check. Button down shirt (with the sleeves torn out): check. Plain, inoffensive t-shirt (black, nice contrast to the red button down): check. Facial hair: trimmed. Eyeliner: straight and unsmudged. Hair: swept back into a high, short pony tail with a slightly emo-bangish bit going on in front, died dark, almost subtle purple.

"I don't know," he said, tugging on the swoopy bang before shooting a glance at Dinah in the passenger seat. "Maybe I should change my shirt again."

[ooc: for the permissably modded Dinah in Santa Cruz, or others via phone.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"No," Dinah said very definitely. "It looks good." And it would be the zillionth change in a few hours. "Formal version of you, but still you. Go. Now. Conquer. Win. Already. Please?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla was snickering at people on the island and decided to call Dinah. Because that was what you did when people were crazy, all right? You called other people and were happy that you guys weren't!

Ring ring!