A boy named Sous

The portal had dropped Priestly off without any detours or layovers, for once, and he couldn't decide if he was pleased or disappointed. While it was definitely a good idea to get the hell out of Fandom -- now that he was pretty sure the people who needed confirmation of him not being dead had all gotten it -- that didn't mean he really quite wanted to deal with being home just yet.

He was seriously tempted to just go find some place to hide. But if Tish and the others found out that he'd come back and hadn't come immediately to find them, they'd be even more pissed than they probably already were. He was going to have to man up and face the music.

He just hadn't expected them all to still be there at this hour, that was all.

( In which there is music facing and also hugging )

[ooc: MWAHAHAHA. Establishy.]

Priestly arrived back on the street where he'd spent the last few weeks earning cash dishing out glass noodles to discover that Grody and his noodle cart had relocated.

As, in fact, had every other noodle cart in the area. Which unfortunately meant Priestly was broke, and without a clear means of making any extra cash. He wandered around the city for a bit, his worldly belongings all stuffed into his pack (the hostel wanted more money to put him up for the night, what was up with that?) before concluding that he really was going to have to call home and ask his mom to wire him some more money.

"We're sorry," said the mechanical woman's voice on the other end of the line. "The number you've reached is not in service."

Priestly checked his phone. It was the right number. He hadn't gone over his minutes, and he had service here in Manila. He'd even gotten the country codes right. He tried another number.

( 'Beach City Grill, subs by the inch.' )

[ooc: establishing, phase two in Ten Inch Hero land is a go. And I'm evil.]

So. Spending Sunday as a girl had been pretty easy -- Jen was scheduled at the grill, but Priestly wasn't. He'd managed to slip out without Jen noticing his temporary new bits and had a grand old time playing tourist in his own hometown. But then he was still a girl when Monday came. And that was . . . a little bit more difficult.

For one, he had to call out from his pastry class. And attempt to do a growly boy-voice on the phone with his professor. He was pretty sure he hadn't fooled anyone and would get harassed for being hung over and making his roommate call him out or something, but it was deal-able. And then he was scheduled for the evening shift at the Grill. It wasn't like he could fake a growly boy-voice at Trucker.

Thank god the man had shown up for graduation.

( Okay, so this got a little long )

[ooc: Oh, come on, this was totally the perfect time to play canon catch-up. Open for phone calls and such.]