Dinah opened her eyes, and frowned up at the billowy fluffy ceiling. Why had she fallen asleep in the main suite room last night? Probably because she'd been so tired she hadn't been able to make it to the bedroom. And it wasn't like the floor wasn't soft enough to collapse on. She gave her little nest an experimental push, and yawned, staggering to her feet. Then tripped and fell face-first over onto another huge pillow. Why had she come back to Fandom, again?
Right. Overwork, overkill, and Helena tricking her and then shoving her into a portal. Steeling herself, Dinah grumbled and headed toward the coffee maker in the kitchenette area, trying to will coffee into existence.
[open! Dinah is 38, but looks 27, for reference, if you stop by to say hi.]
Being back in Fandom was weirder than he'd thought it would be.
He paused when he saw who was at the coffee maker. "Hey, Lance."
He made his way -- somewhat gingerly, there were pillows everywhere -- over to the counter where the coffee maker lived. Morning coffee without the wife. That shouldn't be such a pleasant idea.
"So did you actually sleep last night, or were you leaping from rooftop to rooftop?"
Who was not good enough for him, judging by the cameos on his show.
"She had some pole-spin class or something she refused to miss." Priestly poked at the coffee machine a few times. "Wow, this thing is ancient."
She reached over his hand to flick the coffee maker back on. "I think they're going for some bizarre retro thing, but really? I'd be happier with my coffee done in less than a minute." She yawned and took another sip of her own. "I'm glad you're here." Even if, apparently? They were sharing a suite again. Without his wife.
Weeeeird.
At least in Fandom he could be relatively sure that his daily activities wouldn't all end up on some gossip site.
"Yeah." Priestly smiled. "It's nice to get a break, you know? Maybe catch up with people." He gave her a meaningful look. Five years of no face time was way too long.
"I get that." And he did, mostly. "I just -- I missed the crap out of you."
Dinah put her coffee down and opened her arms, biting back a sniffle. "Me too. I'm sorry."
"So," he said, gracefully changing the subject. "You think this place is gonna throw something interesting at us, this weekend?"
Dinah would've told Selene that with an attitude like that, she couldn't come along. That would've helped a lot.
"When hasn't it?" She grinned a little, then bumped his shoulder. "We need to check out some of the old places, see how they've morphed into something else. I haven't been to a reunion here in ten years at least, I think."
And that, that right there, that was a true sign of just how screwed up Priestly's life had become. Cooking had become a chore.
That might've been a return to Bambi eyes of disbelief and worry there. "Oh. I thought-- yeah, never mind. We can go to the diner, what do you think?"
Hopefully the cooks there wouldn't recognize him without the hair, tattoos, and rings?
"Diner'd be cool. Old stomping grounds. I wonder if Lacey still runs the place."