The camp of the Legal Queen, Glacia, North of Sidra, Friday evening

[blondecanary]

Maybe Priestly was trying to give her a heart attack. Recent messages would imply it, yup.

Dinah was circling one of the campfires, poking at her phone, bouncing between Portalocity, her voicemail, and staring at the phone. Intensely.

"Ring, damn you."

[ooc: for the hunters first, but open to any in Glacia who may notice Dinah going insane.]

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[lovemykilt]

Fortunately for, well, pretty much all of them, Priestly wasn't out for long. And it didn't take him too long to find his phone amidst the wreckage of the couch he was lying in. Dean seemed to have the freaky demon kids handled for now -- and, well, he had said Priestly should hide behind the couch -- so Priestly quietly took a moment to check his voicemail and then call Dinah back.

"Uh," he said. "Most awkward pocket dial ever?"

[blondecanary]

"Youuuuu--!!" Dinah made strangly-motions in the air, and a few nearby pieces of firewood might have cracked. "YES. Are you okay? What the hell was that? Is Dean okay? Is the demon... undemoned?" Holy crap, she felt like screaming.

[lovemykilt]

"I'm fine," Priestly said. He totally was. The room was barely even spinning. "Dean! Did you get the . . . thingies?"

[6buckstohisname]

"Covered!" Dean shouted, rolling his eyes ate Priestly as he helped one of the kids up. "Don't worry about helping or anything."

Oh, the sarcasm he injected into that.