lovemykilt | Loft above Luke's, Tuesday morning

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Loft above Luke's, Tuesday morning

". . . the hell?"

Priestly, fresh from the shower, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, peered bleary-eyed into the medicine cabinet like it might do something exciting.

Which around here meant with no small amount of quiet terror.

He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit, then started carefully sifting through the rather full cabinet as though he was going to find a portal to another world -- you never knew around here -- but found nothing but the usual back wall.

And no hair dye.

None.

"I know I had at least a bottle of blue gel," he grumbled, sifting harder, then starting pulling stuff out. When that didn't turn anything up, he checked under the sink. Then behind the toilet. Then in the linen closet. He even went so far as to go out into the kitchen and check the fridge.

"Dean!" he bellowed. He had no idea if Dean was even home. "Did you throw out all my dye?!"

He as pretty sure that wasn't the case, but look, his hair was going to have to be natural colored today, and he needed someone to blame, okay?

[ooc: and thus begins Priestly's make-over. Open to anyone with a reason to show up.]

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"Ate it?" Dinah gave the phone a suspicious look. "How much are we talking here? And why would it do that?"

Why, Fandom? Are you trying to traumatize some people?

"A hell of a lot," Priestly said. "Dean said fate was telling me to stop dying my hair."

Bah on fate.

"Well, fate can kiss off!" A very loud second on that, Fandom! "You look good with dyed hair! Hey, did it take your gel and mousse?" Don't tell her she was going to be missing the faux-hawk from now on!

"I'm borrowing Dean's conditioner for the food coloring experiment."

Except the food coloring was AWOL.

"Okay. That's good." Dinah took a breath and then said, "I'm not getting if the Island wants to kill you here or not."

There was precedent, damnit.

"But it's very unsettling."

"I'm pretty sure lack of hair dye isn't actually going to kill me."

"But! Then things kill you! Or injure grievously!" Except for that last time, in the maze, when he was days without dye or gel. "...or maybe I'm being paranoid."

Ya think?

"Maybe a touch. And I thought you freaked out about that when I shaved. My beard trimmer is just fine."

"It's all connected... the Island didn't eat your piercings, did it?" Dinah leaned against a tree, and idly blew a fallen leaf off her arm. "And okay, good. No shaving. I like you better scruffed." Um... "But that is always up to you, duh."

"Definitely not shaving while my hair dye is disappearing," Priestly said. "I do not need to be looking that much like Dean."

"Ha, no. Hey, he didn't take your stuff, did he?" Because that sounded like a Dean thing. "Maybe it'll suddenly reappear if you detail his car."

"That was my first guess, but honestly, guy's not that good of a liar." He thought he was, but when you actually knew him? "Though I might be trying to slip him some blue one of these days."

Because a prank war with Dean would totally end well.

Dinah hooted, and tried to imagine that, much less Dean's reaction. "Ohhh, that could end so badly. Take pix if you do it, though." She grinned. "And be ready to run, I'm guessing. How's training going with him?"

"Well, I haven't gotten thrown into any more couches, so that's always a bonus. Plus, I totally don't feel like I'm going to die when I run around the island, any more."

"Yaaaay!" Dinah cheered. "Awesome. You're going to have to prove that, the next time I'm there, you realize. And maybe some sparring too." She hummed, then asked, "How's the research into that dietitian plan going?"

"I'm not going to be able to apply to the full program till at least the spring," Priestly said. "But I've signed up for some classes at Baltimore College to pick up some of the pre-reqs." It was a little terrifying. He hadn't taken a 'real' class since he left for Fandom for the first time.

"It's some kind of ridiculous that I'm jealous of you, right?" Dinah checked. "You ready for that? What classes are you taking first?" She sighed, missing New Gotham and Gotham U suddenly with a sharp pang.

"Hey, you've already done years of this. I've been bumming around." Way to understate the last several years of your life, Priestly. "Biology, some basic math, that kind of thing. A, uh. SAT prep class."

"Smart," Dinah said approvingly. "You're gonna do great." Remembering his mild freak-out on the topic the last time they talked about this. "Momoko's all set for El Paso. She finally talked to her dad about all her plans."

"Yeah? How'd that go?"

"Mostly okay? I mean, he freaked out, 'cause he's gonna miss her. And he was all 'my little girl, nooo' about it. But in the end, he's being super-supportive. Momoko's lucky that way."

"Fuck, yeah. It's too bad she couldn't tell him right off, but I'm glad he's down with the plan, now."

"I'm so proud of her, sometimes," Dinah admitted. "Working this all out, and getting the plan in place, and being so ready for people to freak out at her, and having it work out anyway."

"She's pretty damn awesome. She and Jaime get over their crap and get back together yet?" Maybe it was the tragic love of another timeline thing, but it really bothered Priestly how open ended that still was for Momoko. She deserved better than mooning after might've beens.

Dinah blew a raspberry. "No. As soon as this war is over? And as soon as we can visit there en masse again? I'm just going to yank Jaime over and shake him, because this crap is beyond stupid already. And then I'm going to set Momoko up with someone, and poke him until he reacts, damnit." She paused. "If he doesn't ask her out first, I mean. 'Cause she deserves that."

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