lovemykilt: (v 2.0 - cheery)
So Priestly and Dinah, being untraditional in all of the things, hadn't actually gotten around to celebrating their one year anniversary on the actual day.

Or the day after the actual day.

Or the few weeks after the actual day.

Whatever, they weren't about that kind of thing. They were all about casual and cozy and just being awesome together. Still, there was nothing wrong with celebrating their casual, cozy, awesome togetherness lasting without major upset for more than a year, right?

Right.

Also, Tia and Mark were both planning to be out of the apartment for the night, and Priestly had gotten himself a fancy new toy he'd been wanting to try out. He gave Stevesie a treat ball to play with, tucked him away in the bedroom, parked Dinah at the kitchen island, and started setting up his mise.

"We should have music," he said. "Something to set the mood. Any ideas?"

[for her and the inevitable ooc peanut gallery, and likely to go SP at some point]
lovemykilt: (v 2.0 - cheery)
Priestly woke up slowly and blinked sleepily at the ceiling of the hotel suite. It was nice and dark at the moment, only little bits of sun peeking in around the drawn curtains, so he wasn't sure yet if he had a hangover. How drunk had he gotten last night? He really liked champagne.

He turned his head and looked at Dinah, just starting to wake up next to him. He wasn't usually the one to wake up first, but hey. This wasn't Fandom. It wasn't the end of a weird weekend. They'd been entirely themselves last night, just drunk on champagne and romance. That might have been a first. He wasn't sure. He'd lost track of their hookups over the years.

When Dinah woke up, they'd play-by-play it, laugh at themselves, and marvel that at least they weren't on the beach or in a warehouse. They'd suffer the teasing and curious questions from the shippers -- he was pretty sure they'd escaped upstairs before any hanky-panky started, and this was New Gotham, not Fandom, so there were no squirrels reporting on anything. She'd go back to detecting and he'd go back to cooking and getting ready for summer classes, and life would return to normal.

"Ah, fuck it," he said, and rolled over to kiss Dinah awake.

Normal was overrated.

[for she who's been modded. And SP.]
lovemykilt: (v 2.0 - mmmmmmmhm)
"Alright, Mr. Priestly," the doctor said, holding up a cast saw. "You ready to get this thing off you?"

"I cannot possibly express how much," Priestly said. "Do you have any idea how much these things itch?"

The doctor laughed. "Actually, I do. You'd be amazed how many pens and rulers and things end up under casts. Especially full leg ones." He gave Priestly a sharp look. "But you're too smart for that, right?"

"I am, but I can't promise my red panda didn't jam anything in there while I slept."

". . . What?"

"So, cast! Let's get that saw buzzing!"

[ooc: possibly kind of late, but whatevs. Open for one expected, and any phone calls and messages that want to be dropped in!]
lovemykilt: (v 2.0 - amused)
Priestly had spent ages preparing his outfit. Though he'd performed as "Sentience Freenik" a few times already, the Metronome's open mic drag night was kiiiind of a big deal in the drag community, and he was looking at it as Sentience's "coming out", as it were.

He certainly got plenty of double takes and strange looks as he, Dinah, Mark, and Tia walked to the club. Really, it was like they'd never seen a grown, bearded man wearing a bright yellow lacy dress before.

"Man," Mark said. "You look like you took a bath in blended canary."

Priestly stared at him. "That might be the most horrifying thing you've ever said to me."

"That can't possibly be true."

Tia smacked Mark upside the head. "I'm totally stealing that dress from you later," she said.

Priestly grinned. "Awww, thanks!"

[ooc: for the BFF.]
lovemykilt: (v 2.0 - mmmmmmmhm)
"Okay," Mark said, sipping his beer. "But she's not your girlfriend?"

Priestly shook his head. "How is this so hard for people to understand?" he asked Tia. She shrugged, smirking.

"So she's available?" Mark asked.

"Don't rebound with a girl, Mark," Tia said. "You should date a guy, next."

Mark sighed and went back to sipping his beer.

[ooc: expecting one, but open to phone calls if anyone wants to.]
lovemykilt: (v 2.0 - look down)
So apparently post-war on Dinah looked just a smidge clingy. Not that Priestly was objecting. Not even a little. He was still enjoying having her there and safe too much to worry about how much snuggling and petting was going on.

They'd marathoned Doctor Sexy yesterday, spent this evening watching bad kitchen reality shows, surrounded by junk food and soda (and veggies and water, because this was Priestly, here). Priestly had put several tiny braids in Dinah's hair and they'd done each other's nails, and then crashed out fairly early, Priestly steering Dinah over to the bed when she started falling asleep on the couch, reading a bit of Anthony Bourdain while serving as a body pillow before finally drifting off himself.

[ooc: for she who is mentioned in the narrative. Content note: will contain PTSD and memories/dreams of animal aggression and NPC character death.]
lovemykilt: (chin up)
As the fans' power sources were removed and they were escorted off the island, the slew of machines going *PING!* in Priestly's apartment vanished without a trace. Priestly's shirt reappeared, and his comma coma lapsed into regular sleep.

Up to and including Priestly's usual faint snuffling and mumbling, and him rolling over to snuggle deeper into his pillow.

Really, he'd always preferred sleeping on his stomach or side.

[ooc: BDE wrap up BDE wrap up, let's finish our giant plot dears. BDE wrap up BDE wrap up, 'cause now the aftermath's here! Expecting one, but open for anyone else who's up and has a reason to show up.]
lovemykilt: (existential)
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.]
lovemykilt: (cheerful)
Priestly was just about buzzing. He was hanging out in one of his favorite places with three of his favorite ladies, and his best friend would be arriving momentarily to spend a whole week hanging out. He was pretty sure he'd gone from excited to completely obnoxious about three hours ago, but even Tish was just looking kind of amused at him.

When he was distracted enough to burn the sub he was making for Piper for dinner, he groaned sheepishly. "Sorry," he said. "I'm a little. . . ."

"It's cool." Piper grinned back. "I'm excited, too. I'm really looking forward to meeting her."

"I told you you look like --"

"Your friend Karla, yeah," Piper said. She patted him on the shoulder. "So I'm all set for all the weird looks that Dinah will give me."

Priestly doubted that.

[ooc: for one. Content warning: homophobia, misogyny, and domestic violence, and other bits of nastiness. Tad sucks.]
lovemykilt: (kilted)
"Okay, and you got the couch vacuumed?" Priestly had his phone pinched between his shoulder and his ear as he worked the grill. Jen, at home on her day off, sighed heavily.

"Yes, Priestly. What's the big deal here? Dinah comes over all the time."

Priestly couldn't exactly tell her that he was freaking out a bit about Dinah coming because last time he'd seen here they'd figured out that they slept together 20 years in the future.

"Spring cleaning," he said instead. Tish, working the register, snorted.

"Right. Why don't you just admit that she's your girlfriend and be done with it?"

"Not my girlfriend!" Priestly called back.

"We'll see," Tish said with a grin. "She's coming here, right? I want to meet this proverbial not-girlfriend."

"Tish," Trucker admonished. "Be nice."

"I'm always nice," Tish insisted. Everyone laughed.

[ooc: expecting one, but open for phone calls if someone has pressing need to contact Priestly.]
lovemykilt: (20 years on - at least he still wears pi)
Priestly poured himself his -- okay, he'd lost count -- next drink, taking a sip even as he recapped the bottle. He knew he was maybe going a bit overboard with the drinking, tonight, but the thought that tomorrow he'd be back in his house in LA, facing down all the questions Selene was going to have about his trip and another week of whatever crazy idea the producers had for the show was enough to drive him a little bit mad.

"Right. This one looks simple enough. We should have all the ingredients in here, somewhere." He'd done a fairly random grocery trip earlier, picking up some basic staples along with a bottle of wine and the scotch he was currently drinking. He looked up at Dinah. "You want some meat, or should we go for a light pasta dish?"
lovemykilt: (with Jen)
"Okay. This is the last place on the list." Priestly stepped out of the Cosmobile, which Trucker had cheerfully loaned them for their day of apartment hunting, and leaned against the door. "Which means if we don't like this place, we're starting from scratch and I have to move back in with Mom and Dad until we find something good."

"And we can't have that." Jen stepped up next to him and looked down at her notebook. "Two bedrooms, internet ready, pets negotiable, so Ramone'll probably be welcome."

"And if not I'll sneak him in."

"Hey, I did not sign up for smuggling." She shook her head. "One bathroom, so I'd have to put up with your make-up cluttering everything up."

"Hey, I'll have you know I'm very orderly about my make up."

"Uh huh. We can even afford this place, assuming you actually start, you know, working for Trucker." Priestly mimed being shot through the heart and Jen smiled. "It's cute. What do you think, Dinah?"

[ooc: for the BFF, with great slow play!]
lovemykilt: (irritated)
After rehearsal and work, Priestly headed back to the dorms to take a nice long shower. Which would explain why he was currently in his room, shirtless, damp, and grumpy looking, attempting to re-blue-mohawkify his hair.

No, he didn't have any plans to go anywhere. He was really, seriously just making his hair tall and blue just for himself.

[ooc: for one, but open pre- her arrival.]
lovemykilt: (small grin)
Priestly was all set up for a good night of relaxing drinking with Dinah. He had the booze, some snacks, and his computer set up for some tunes.

And this time, he didn't have to worry about the other person binging too much and then spending the evening madly kissing all the girls he could talk into it.

Well, he hoped.

[ooc: for Dinah, but also open.]
lovemykilt: (so very emo)
So. Priestly had a date with Claudia this evening. An actual date. With kissing. And no extra people.

He wasn't freaking out. The way he was throwing all his clothes on his bed and wailing about not having anything to wear and comparing the various benefits of his blue "free sample" t-shirt with his yellow "lesbian" t-shirt and his hair was sticking up with far less direction than usual had absolutely nothing to do with freaking out.

Okay, so the flopping down on the floor with a shell-shocked look, surrounded by t-shirts, hair dye, and CDs for making her mix tape might have had something to do with freaking out. But only a little.

[ooc: Door and post are open, yo]
lovemykilt: (tattooed love boy)
Priestly had his hair up tall and red, wearing a blue t-shirt with Japanese characters reading "Japanese is not my native language" and his ripped up jeans. He sat on his bed and carefully lined up all his various blue hair dyes and gels on the desk next to it.

Now all he needed was the cute girl who wanted to go vaguely punk.

[ooc: for Dinah, but also open]

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