A boy named Sous

Eddie G. woke up, had a leisurely stretch, and glanced around. He didn't remember exactly who he'd gone home with last night, but that wasn't actually anything all that unusual for him, and the person didn't seem to be here at all, so it didn't matter much anyway.

Time to slip out before they could get back.

A quick search through the room revealed that Eddie's own clothes were gone, and whomever he'd shacked up with had awful taste. The only thing in the place worth wearing was a kimono tucked away in a box.

Well. He'd made due with worse.

[ooc: open to the roommate or passersby, but mostly establishy.]

Priestly woke up, noticed it was freaking cold outside his blankets (which seemed to have multiplied over night, but he'd worry about that later), and decided to stay in bed.

He did brave the air long enough to reach out an arm and unlatch Ramone's cage, and soon for his troubles had a chilly flying squirrel burrowed down the back of his shirt.

Well, the little guy'd warm up soon enough.

[ooc: establishy. Wooooork today.]

Priestly paused outside the sub shop, took a deep breath, then shoved the door open and strode in, arms out.

"Everybody relax!"

A blond girl he didn't know at the counter let out a small squeak of what might be terror. Mr. Julius -- who'd probably seen him coming from his spot by the window -- ignored him. Trucker looked up from the grill, smiled, and said "Priestly! What the hell are you doing with your hair, these days?"

It was good to be home.

( Just a bit of sub shop fluff )

[nfb, nfi, and all those usual letter combos.]

Priestly woke up to his alarm blaring and stared at it for a long moment.

Then he sat bolt upright and spent several moments checking his arms and patting down his face to ensure that, yes, he was in his own goddamn body, thank you very much, and all his piercing and all his tattoos (that he could see without a mirror) were in their proper places. He let out a sigh of relief and flopped back on the bed.

Then sat bolt upright again.

"Holy fuck, I killed a guy."

Ten minutes after that, there was a broad, Priestly-shaped lump in the middle of the bed. Priestly was hiding from the island today, kthanx, hibernating under his blankets and occasionally randomly kicking about and/or pinching himself to ensure that he was still real and in total control -- and not feeling particularly homicidally enraged.

[ooc: door is closed and Priestly is emo, but the post is v. much open for all various sorts of play-speeds.]

Right, so, apologies for being possibly even less around on a weekend as usual (and I'd really hoped to get some good RP time in for PW). Had some RL crap kick my ass Friday night/early Saturday morning that knocked me for a serious loop.

I'm about to swing out the door again in a few minutes, but I'll probably put up a little bit of something of Priestly dealing with his mom when I get home. rocksthescarf and saltandammo: perhaps we can get some decherrying of Castiel in as late Sunday night before Dean leaves? I dunno.

Again, sorry for being kind of a flake. Er.

Priestly woke up a girl. Being Priestly, his first thought was "I have so much more hair to play with, now!"

Which would be why he was spending much of his time in his room, half naked, posing and making faces in the mirror as he tried to find the perfect mixes of color for his now long hair.

He was possibly enjoying this too much.

[ooc: mostly establishing, but totally open, if you'd like, too.]

Priestly was completely unaware that anything weird was going on on the island. He wasn't sleeping any more than usual, his dreams were pretty much the same as always (some day, some day he wouldn't get woken up before the end of that one with Debbie Harry), and he'd been rather . . . preoccupied, anyway, what with going home for the weekend.

It wasn't that he didn't actually want to see his parents and friends back home. It was more that he was dreading the idea that his parents might realize he'd been lying out his ass about "shaping up" his image since getting here and keep him from coming back.

Which would be why he was currently standing in front of his mirror, rubbing his newly shaved and piercingless chin and trying not to look at the god-awful clothes he'd kept crammed into the bottom of his suitcase, just in case.

He was wearing khakis for godssake.

That hadn't been burned!

[ooc: expecting one, but open as well.]

Priestly fully intended to spend most of his weekend sleeping, thank you very much, but his efforts were sabotaged (very) early on by a sudden odd rush of air and an increasing crampedness in the alcove as something that normally folded nice and flat and was only a few feet long and wide suddenly turned into something very much person shaped. Something that went "Dude!" and made Priestly take a spill off his bed in surprise.

( Here thar be images (or at least one) )

[ooc: Broadcast is fine, NFI. Yeah, I'm working and thus AFK all weekend. But I could not resist getting Priestly's kilt some human-time action. Points to anyone who can identify who his kilt is. (And, no, robinthefrog, you don't get to guess.]

So, I (along with, apparently, like, half the internet) will be wandering off this weekend. Well, not wandering off, really. . . .

I'm moving on Saturday. Internet doesn't get hooked up at the new place till some time during the day on Tuesday. I still have packing to do.

So. Priestly's a chameleon for the time being (I couldn't resist), moddable by Dinah or Claudia as they please. Coyote will be . . . wandering off tomorrow, back to the spirit world or to harass Sam Hunter or something.

And I'll be back hopefully Tuesday night.

Tschüss!