Second floor common room, Wednesday around noon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly, being generally an upbeat guy, had shaken off most of the funk he was in yesterday. So when he finally finished his beauty routine, omg got out of bed, he headed for the common room, dug up some steak-ums, cheese, and bread, and set about cooking up some steak and cheese sandwiches.

He had to practice for working the diner tomorrow, right?

His hair was spiked up high in double rows of alternating red and blue -- which nicely matched the torn-up-and-pinned-back-together sleeveless blue and red plaid flannel he was wearing, which in turn totally complimented the acid-washed, holey jeans.

The dishtowel he had tied around his waist in lieu of an apron clashed with the rest of the outfit, though.

[ooc: open! We've got an 800 page Taxpayer Advocate report to Congress to work on, so I'll need distracting.]

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[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela didn't have classes to deal with today, so trawling for interesting people seemed like a perfectly good use of time.

She paused when she poked her head into the second floor common room. It appeared she'd found someone who covered that. Yay.

"Whatcha making?" she asked.

[lovemykilt]

"Steak and cheese," Priestly said proudly. "Unless you're vegan, in which case . . . toast?"

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"I'm not," Angela told him, wandering over with a grin. "Youuu, must be Priestly," she decided. "Hi."

[lovemykilt]

"I see you've heard of me. Hopefully good things?"

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Good things," Angela confirmed with a cheerful nod. "Aren't you proud, your reputation proceeds you already?"

"I'm Angela," she added.

[lovemykilt]

"Oh yeah, definitely. But the whole 'you must be. . . .' thing always kinda tweaks my rebellious nature." He held out a plate with a finished sandwich on it. "Nice to meet you."

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, thank you." She smiled as she took the offered plate.

"Nothing wrong with a bit of rebellion," Angela said. She was certainly into her fair share on occasion. "Makes life interesting."

[defeats-buses.livejournal.com]

Prince Edward walked quickly down from his room and entered the common area, his grin ready to split his face in half. "Ahhhh, what a delicious smell!"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly turned and couldn't help but grin back.

Dude, dig those sleeves.

"Thanks, man! Help yourself."

[defeats-buses.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am a man! Thank you, peasant!" he said boisterously and came forward, only to pick at the meat.

Then he noticed the other guys hair. "There is something stuck in there..." he waved a hand, gesturing wildly about his head. "And colored."

[lovemykilt]

Peasant?

Priestly set his spatula down and put a hand up to his hair to check. "No, that's just my hair." He offered said hand (complete with sparkly metallic navy-blue nail polish) to Edward. "I'm Priestly, man. You are. . . ?"

[defeats-buses.livejournal.com]

"What odd hair," he mused confusingly.

But ahhh! Pleasant peasant! Prince Edward took his hand and clasped it firmly. "I am Prince Edward of Andalasia! And I must admit to never having seen a Priest such as yourself. Is that..." he peered closer, "...metal in your face?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly wondered if this guy was under the influence of something.

Like gremlins.

But, hey, at least he was entertaining. "Yep. I'm a punk," Priestly explained. "Bit of a new sect, you probably don't have 'em where you're from."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack wandered into the common room, lead by the smell of food.

Oh, it's skirt guy. "Hey!" he said, nodding his head.

[lovemykilt]

Oh, it's the. . . .

Okay, Priestly didn't quite want to call him an idiot. Maybe he'd just been having a really off day on Saturday.

"Hey, man. Wanna sandwich?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing! Can't turn down food. What is it?" He peered at the supplies...Hrm...

[lovemykilt]

"Cat with head-cheese." Yeah, Priestly was a bit of a smart ass.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"What kind of head cheese?" Hey, he'd had that whatever it was that the local place served back home, figured that head cheese couldn't be that bad.

There wasn't much of a feral cat problem from where Jack was from, and he believed those rumors...

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was impressed. Either this guy was really very gullible and adventurous, or he could totally roll with the punches.

"The moldy kind."

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

K-Mart smelled food. And being a big fan of food that wasn't half stale and/or decaying, she went to check it out.

"That smells awesome."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly looked up from the stove and grinned. "Thanks. K-Mart, right?"

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

"Yep," she said with a nod and a grin. "And you're... Priestly, right?"

[lovemykilt]

"Correct. Sandwich?"

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, yes please."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly served up a fresh one. "There ya go!"