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The edge of the campgrounds, Tuesday morning

Priestly was dressed for running rather than for shock value, so his hair was down and pulled back in a Sokka-ish ponytail, and he was wearing an unusually plain t-shirt.

What? He could be functional in his style, too.

All he needed now was his running partner, and he'd be set to start getting back into shape.

[ooc: for the running partner, but open before she gets here]

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Dinah jogged up in shorts and New Gotham PD shirt, hair back in a ponytail that was currently only its natural color. She grinned when she saw Priestly. "Trying out a new look with the hair?" She took a second to stretch, touching her toes and twisting sideways to make sure she was warmed up.

"I tried it out for a quick run on Sunday. Seemed to work pretty well." And cut down on wind resistance. Teenaged boys didn't often need personal spoilers.

"Cool! I'm sorry I missed you on Sunday there. I headed down to the pool for a swim real early," Dinah said, finishing her stretching and standing straight. "Where do you want to head to first, the Preserve or the beach?"

"I've got class on the beach later, let's hit the preserve." Priestly set off at an easy warm up jog. "And no worries. I met your new roommate."

"Claire's cool, hunh?" Dinah grinned at him, matching his pace as they angled off toward the trees. The sun was shining down warm and bright, but it wasn't hot enough for the run to be uncomfortable. "I'm glad I didn't get someone like my Little Sib as a roommate, that would've spelled insomnia forever. What's yours like?"

"My little sib? She's . . . interesting. Who'd you get for that?"

"'Interesting' how?" Dinah gave him a look, and picked up the pace as they headed into the trees. "Yakko Warner, have you met him yet? The first thing he did when he saw me was yell 'helllooooo nurse' and try to jump into my arms."

"She demanded that I wear pants." Priestly cast a sidelong look at Dinah. "'Hello nurse'? The hell does that mean?"

"I was afraid to ask, 'cause then he was babbling about how ours was a forbidden love and started pulling signs and charts and musical instruments out of nowhere, and I'm pretty sure he's very very crazy." Dinah gave him a grin. "Oh she did, did she? She much like your mom?"

"Only if my mom were a surly smart ass instead of passive aggressive. If we can ever get past the kilt thing, she might even be fun. Yours sounds . . . way more interesting, though."

"Ha! What's her name? And Yakko's... yeah. He looks like-- well, I don't know what. Not human, maybe a little dog-human? Maybe he's an alien? I didn't get the chance to ask." Dinah ducked under some low-lying branches acrosst the path, and added, "I'm hoping we can still rappell off the roof sometime, even if they're working on the Sixth Floor now. That kind of thing I'm sure he'd be good with."

"Esmeralda Weatherwax. From a town called 'Bad Ass', if you can believe it. Though she didn't seem to understand why I thought that was cool." Priestly started picking up the pace a little. "And the construction might make it a little hard to rappel without getting in trouble."

"Seriously?" Dinah giggled, and sped up her pace to match Priestly's. "And yeeeah. Maybe we should wait until it's a little safer. Triela probably wants to introduce her little sib to it too, whoever she got. And who knows if they know how to do it already." She concentrated on keeping her pace even, eyes scanning around them for teal deer or other animals. "Oh! And I met Arthur's foster-sister, she's here now. Morgana. Way cool. You'd like her."

"Does she give him hell? 'Cause then I'd totally love her." Priestly grinned. "Oh, hey, I've been thinking of auditioning for the play this time around."

"She does! At least according to Merlin, and when I talked to her, it sounded like she completely didn't take him seriously. She knows swords, too." Dinah grinned back at him, gleeful. "Yay! Yes! You have to! Oh, oh, we'll have so much fun if we both get cast!"

Woah, that was a lot of enthusiasm. "Plus, I hear the play they're doing is Scottish. So rocking the kilt."

"Oh wow, yes. Geoffrey will know you're serious then!" Dinah grinned, then added, "You should have a monologue ready. Something so he can figure out who to cast you as. He likes it when people are prepared, even if it's their first time."

Priestly nodded. He . . . had a vague inclination of what a monologue was. "Right. I can do that."

"I'm not sure which play he's doing this time, he hadn't made up his mind by the time Harry V closed." Dinah sped up the pace as they headed up a small hill, grinning over at him. "Also, he might be kinda hungover or drunk when you audition, just so you know."

"I had an old coach who was usually hung over for try outs. I think I can handle it."

"He really is a great director, way smart, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything last semester if he hadn't told me how," Dinah added. "Just, you know. A little crazy. But fun!" She checke on his pace. "Not tired yet?"

A friendly run was much different from being chased by aliens. Priestly was barely starting to lose his breath. "Nah, I'm good. I wasn't that out of shape."

"Yaaay. Race you to the oak tree!" And Dinah put on a burst of speed as she arrowed toward a tree at a turn in the path.

"What? Hey, no fair!" Priestly took off after her.

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