Loft above Luke's, Tuesday morning

[lovemykilt]

". . . 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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[lovemykilt]

"I know you promised." But dammit, she had to look out for herself sometimes, too, right. "Whatever you need to do, you need to do. Just . . . be careful, alright? I know you know and you are and all that, but I still have to say it." He huffed out a breath. "People'll need you to come back home, eventually."

He needed that. As selfish as that might be. It sounded better to generalize it to "people".

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It can't last forever. If nothing else, in the spring, Karla's going to look way more competent than the southern Queens do." But that was another three months his time, at least. "She's working on stuff, making things better, and fixing what needs to be done, but--" Dinah stopped, really listening to him, and squinched her eyes shut tight, wishing she were there. Damnit, damnit. "It's not just her now. It's Samantha and Denys and Mark and Kirt and Ulrich and Swift and Jono and ... I don't want to be here any more, Priestly. I believe in what we're doing, but."

She missed her family, her home, her school, him, her other friends... but not in that order, nope.

[lovemykilt]

"If you need to come home," Priestly said softly. "You'll get no judgement here."

He really, really wanted her to come home.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

No crying! No crying in Glacia!

Dinah made herself smile, and it wasn't really that hard. Because Priestly always did that. "I know that. And you have no idea how much it means." She kicked at a tree root and muttered, "I wouldn't forgive myself. But... if it gets that bad, I'm glad you would."

[lovemykilt]

"You would," Priestly told her. "It'd take awhile, but you'd get there eventually." He shook his head, looking to lighten the mood. "Though if you didn't come home for sex, Karla might kill us both for you deserting."

That miiiiight've missed the lighten-up mark slightly.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"..." Gulp. Then Dinah laughed, a little hysterically. "She'd demand details. Or demand that if there were no details, why were there no details. Then say that the only way she'd forgive me was if there were details... Um. We should not tell her. Or something. We could make up details?"

Can you tell Dinah might be a little punchy from less sleep and roughing it for almost six weeks?

[lovemykilt]

"Oh, I'm sure she could fill in the gaps. Do we know she hasn't started writing fanfic about us or something?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Okay, now Samantha and Denys were giving Dinah looks for how much she was laughing. Not that she cared.

"Oh God. Don't. She would. Momo would help," she spluttered. "With, with, hot air balloons. Or magic carpets. Or I don't know, yes, I do. Unicorns!"

[lovemykilt]

"Oh, man, and it'd be song fic. I'd magically know how to play guitar and serenade you about the wonders of the universe, like in that Disney movie."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Hiccuping. Hiccuping and falling against a tree as Dinah tried to get a grip on her reactions. "Oh God, and it's not like the Island couldn't make that happen, they'd totally justify it, and then there'd be ... spontaneous tattoos or something! Sparklers! SQUIRRELS SINGING ALONG!"

Well, Dinah's dead for the next five minutes. Hang out for a bit there, Priestly.

[lovemykilt]

That squeaking on Priestly's end totally wasn't him. It was Stevesie. Sure. Totally the red panda.

"Oh god, I'd actually totally read that fic."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Links!" Dinah demanded. Still a little hiccupy and striving for breath. With the occasional matching squeak. "... So we know what to tell Karla and Momoko."

What? They were giving their audience what they wanted!

[lovemykilt]

"That we went on a magic carpet ride? For an afternoon delight."

He was enjoying this too much.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"And whatever they read into that is up to them."

Waaaaay too much.

Also, it'd been waaaay too long since Dinah had even flirted with anyone. That whole thing sounded ludicrous and ridiculous and like a really good idea.

Knocking her head against the tree to get some sense back into it, she said, "You start it. I'll back you up. Promise."

[lovemykilt]

"Hey, you're the one who actually sees them on the regular, right now."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Fine, fine." Dinah snickered, rubbing ribs that still hurt from all the laughing. "I refused to tell Momoko anything of what happened last time I visited, because it was so annoying. I can always claim, oh, needing time to process." She grinned. "You sure?"

[lovemykilt]

"I promise to back up whatever you say. Or don't say. I'm still a fan of the 'I'll never tell, tee hee' method."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Works for me!" She grinned, and then looked around again, stifling a sigh at the return to reality. "Way more interesting than anything happening on that front here, anyway... did you ever get a chance to apologize to April?"

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah," Priestly laughed softly. "I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm insane, what with the whole thanking her for crushing my balls thing, but we're cool."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"That's good. And cool, I like her... Did I tell you that that Jak wasn't my Jak? For sure?" Which had meant no apologies necessary, there. "I left him a voicemail, he had no idea about it all... I wish I knew when I was going to get to Fandom again." She snorted. "Even with it seeming like every time I go back, it all goes crazy."

[lovemykilt]

"So, like, some kind of Jak construct?" That somehow just made it all weirder. "Yeah, really, we need to get you here for a quiet weekend, someday."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Someday," Dinah echoed. Then trying for more upbeat: "Or, after our victory, you come here for the celebration party. I can probably promise talking tigers if you do."

[lovemykilt]

". . . The coolness of that might ACTUALLY make my brain explode."