( It started out with a harmless enough request. One morning, Billy Kaplan—who, although he couldn't remember anything, was every bit the Billy Kaplan he was the day before—woke up with a feeling of unease. His apartment was all he knew, and there was nothing to suggest that this was anything but his home; but for some reason, he had this sneaking suspicion that he didn't belong. So on this morning, when he could hardly remember which door led to the outside world, let alone his own name, he woke up with one thing on his mind:

I want to get out of here.

And suddenly, he was out.

Billy quickly learned, or re-learned, that he could do quite a lot of things if he just willed them into being. He could go outside; he could change into street clothes; he could take whatever he wanted, from wherever he wanted it. And so it was that the young sorcerer, who had been hiding his abilities for months, went about using his magic as freely as he breathed in air. Even then, his crimes were petty.

Until he came across a particularly flashy sports car outside a school he no longer knew to be his.

Curiosity got the better of him then, and he couldn't help wondering if this ability he had mysteriously discovered could get him more than just a free breakfast and some new digs. So he held out a hand, focused as intently as he could, and said: )

I want to destroy that car.

( Nothing.

He held out both hands, and thought even harder. )

I want to destroy that car.

( Still nothing. )

IwanttodestroythatcarIwanttodestroyitIwanttosetitonfire—

( And suddenly, boom.

As he watched the car combust, the gravity of what he could do with his power set in, as did the realization that he had just totaled someone's personal property. Billy instantly transported himself away from the crime scene, to another part of the island, where he hoped no one had heard the blast. But by then, it was over; he had done it. And knowing just what he was capable of was terrifying and appealing all at once. He even wanted to try it again.

He just had to find something bigger than a sports car, first. )

I'm glad to see that I'm not the only one who's lost his mind 'round here. Only problem is, not only am I completely unaware of who I am, where I came from, or what kind of person I am, turns out, yeah? That I'm actually flying. Not me of course, but above the city. Or at least, that's where I woke up this morning. Not sure how to get back up yet but... it's fine. All fine.

But... When I did come down, I did see the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in me life. Just... walkin' past. So if anyone's seen her, sorta light brown skin, curly hair, the most incredible green eyes, those luscious lips...

Oh...

That sounds a bit weird, doesn't it?

[So, since the amnesia plot started, Tony has been trying to play catch all the Avengers. Was this what it was like to be Coulson, trying to babysit the super-powered/super-spy team? He bought doughnuts and pizza and put JARVIS on high alert. He even mostly attempted to give the team some idea of who they were and where they were now. But let's face it, Tony was still Tony, and he could not resist a joking nudge in one direction or the other.

Bruce got the most honest appraisal, because Bruce needed to know. He had to know, because while the Big Guy might have had a certain fondness for Tony that extended from Bruce, the other scientist did not remember him. Which meant the Big Guy would also not remember. And Tony was not prepared for that eventuality, nor did he want Bruce regaining his memories to the added horror of having Hulked out on the island with not even the control he did have. Because he would get their memories back. All of them.

So in the video, Tony is holding a Stark Industries coffee mug, sitting in his lab chair, where he has been looking for either a source or a cure for this. Each of the Avengers' devices have been pinged by JARVIS with the location of the tower, and their names. (Clint's still reads his name to be Legolas, because Tony does not know when to let a joke die)]

Okay. I know there is a lot of confusion going around, what with most of you going inconveniently blank on certain... well.. most aspects of your lives. We are all stuck on this island, regardless of whatever powers you might discover, and for the moment it is staying that way, so buckle up kids, this is going to be a bumpy ride.

Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times and do not, I repeat, do not kill your neighbors, or anyone else you meet. Do you really want to get your memories back to find out you just killed your best friend or brother or whatever other relationship you've managed to stumble into?

Everyone try to keep your heads attached. I'm running diagnostics on the water, the air, the network. Any possible contaminant or virus. If this does not wear off on it's own myself, and my buddy will find some way to reverse the effects.

Stay cool and watch the sports channel or whatever else is on TV.

Anyone not suffering a severe case of Soap Opera Sickness say aye.

Stark out.

Oh, you have got to be freaking kidding me. Didn't we just do this like... a few weeks ago?


[Text to Jackson]: Dude, please tell me you haven't lost your mind. Where are you?

 I didn't catch the name of the lovely lady I woke up beside the other morning, and I haven't returned to that apartment because I wouldn't want to upset her further, and I've no idea if the place is even mine.  But I would like to apologize for the rather unpleasant surprise of it all.

This is, by the way, the third of these terrible phones I've used in as many days.  Thankfully the warranty is forgiving.  The screens keep having problems.

[Kaworu is curled into the fetal position, three feet off the ground in the middle of the room. Most of the furniture is currently pressed against the far wall, either splintering to pieces or grinding its way into the plaster, as the light ripples around it in a strange octagonal pattern. The phone is forgotten on the floor, beneath him and off to one side.

Kaworu is repeating the same thing, again and again.]

I don’t understand! I... I don’t understand.

HA! Now I know this place is screwing with me. Not that I didn't think it before, what with the whole "suddenly appearing with no memories and no idea who or where I am and a vague sense of deja vu" thing. I finally started looking through things in this apartment I'm staying in since, hey, nobody's come to claim it, so I assume it's mine. But I found some papers and documents with my smiling mug right on them saying my name is Meredith.

Who in their right mind would name their son Meredith, I ask?

[The camera turns on in a darkened room. The only shape that can be seen is the outline of someone who is only faintly highlighted in green.]

Hideous. Absolutely hideous. How can anyone live like this? I see the other children playing on the streets outside... carefree. Oh how I long to join them. But how? How can I? I do not appear as the other children do... I am a monster. What shall I do with myself?

[The head of the person turns, revealing one large, red, insect-like eye.]

I want to join the other children. I want to be normal. But I cannot. I appear to be attached to some sort of life-support system. Efforts to remove the device have only ended in weakness, and should I be without it for long, I fear even death.

When one looks this way, and cannot even survive on his own, what must one do to adapt?

Action;

<sub>[When Gilbert awakes, nothing is out of the ordinary. Or rather, he doesn't think anything is out of the ordinary. That's until he gets out of bed and catches his reflection in the mirror. It's only then that he has to wonder--who is he? Obviously he's an uncommonly attractive young man, but with that hair? Who has hair that shade? Or eyes that red? Clearly he's someone special. He might not know who he is, but he knows he's... definitely something. Has to be. It seems as though his ego wasn't lost along with his memory.

Despite not knowing about his identity, it doesn't stop him from going about like he owns the place. He totally does, right? He showers, dresses, rummages around the kitchen for food. He has to wonder how he's able to function normally like this despite not knowing his name. Definitely proof of greatness.

When he finally finishes eating and rummaging through everything in the living room, with the hope of trying to find something about himself, he decides to venture out. He may be encountered on the streets or perhaps in a store or in a bar. After all, he still isn't a man who would ever turn down a good beer.]</sub>

Text;

So it turns out that the weather today is great. Today's just a great day in general, isn't it. A flawless day, even. It's a good day for a game. Games are fun. The rules to this one are simple. Share facts about me and you'll be rewarded!

_{[The flaw in this? Well, he obviously hasn't a clue of what would be true or false.]}

Well, I've found out some... interesting things about my life, these past few days. Does anybody know who I am? I suddenly feel it may be more important than I previously realized.

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!