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.]

Comments

[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."