Emancipated and Quite Capable

Jack was up half the night Thursday scrubbing pink dye out of his hair. After the fifth go at it with shampoo and a quick self-administered trim to a few scraggly bits that had absorbed more than their fair share of the dye, it was all but back to normal, with just a few blush-tinted strands around his ears.

This was, in his eyes, an essential first step.

After a call to Tony and a nap, he woke up and started to pack. Rationally, he knew he was not the first person to have something odd and embarrassing happen to him -- a love spell, or whatever it had been. He wasn't even the first person to waste time chasing after a straight guy. (And bless Mitchell and Kate for trying to talk sense into him, for all the good it had done.) But he still needed the brief escape of a respite with Sebastien to get him centered in his own head.

He packed quickly and neatly, door cracked open as usual so he could watch the motion in the hallway.

[OOC: Open if you need a Jack!]

Jack was done wasting mental energy on his exploits as a priest the weekend before; he'd made the apologies he had to make, but none of it seemed to count, anyhow. If he thought about it too hard he'd want to scream.

Better to concentrate on things he could change -- things that might help endear him to his new love Priestly. Which was why he came back from town on Wednesday with a bag containing bright pink hair dye, rubber gloves, and a few logo t-shirts of the style he knew Priestly favored. Dinah had suggested he might want to change up his look a bit, and he could bloody well change up his look if it meant earning Priestly's attention.

He was a bit dreamy as he applied the dye and waited for it to set. He wasn't normally a romantic, but mental visions of Priestly had that effect on him.

[OOC: Door knockable, though I may be slow!]