The Mother of All Logs

[steelweb]

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!

Comments

AISLING

[coimiceoir]

Confirmed kisses:

Koizumi
Jack
Ianto
Loki
Vanellope
11th Doctor

[badnewsboy]

[his time is split between many places, and it's difficult to tell just where he'll be at what time. even school he finds himself skipping in favor of more pleasant activities (school is usually quite boring, and even with all his assignments covered, he just skims the amount of tardies and absences allowed). now that's school's out, there's a few places he can be found.

one of them is the forest, which he ventures in and out of without fear. he's taken quite well to a few of the trees and often dragged books up there. sometimes he leaves them unintentionally—or intentionally, it's hard to tell with him.

right now that seems to be the plan, and he's carrying a small paper-back book. its cover is so tattered that it couldn't have been more than thirty cents at one of the resale shops.]

[coimiceoir]

[The last few days - particularly the 16th - had been something of a ridiculous mess, even if she hadn't been struck by the memory plague. It's a relief to see something as normal as a friend coming to spend the day with her forest. She always made a point of stopping in to check on him a little after he arrived, and today is no different. She allows him no more than half a glass of uninterrupted reading before she drops in, hanging upside down to let her hair pile atop his head while she contemplated his reading material. All those word-rune scribbles looked just as sensible upside down and backwards as they did any other time.]

You've brought something different again.

[badnewsboy]

[Loki's already halfway through the book when she approaches in her unique way. he seems accustomed to all the hair and lets it fall, unmanaged, where it will. with his thumb on the corner of the page he manages a self-satisfied smile.]

And I've almost finished it.

[coimiceoir]

You shouldn't leave this one here... It would soak up the water and be ruined. Unless I took care of it.

[She laughs briefly and drops to a lower branch, swinging up to perch, frog-like, atop it. Leaning in closer to his shoulder, she tries to get a better look at the page and puzzle some meaning out of the symbols there.]

What is it about, this one?

[badnewsboy]

[unless she took care of it, indeed.]

This one's about a very smart man with an impairment who writes about the wonders of the world. Midgardians would call it "science." He calls it "time" and "space," and explains by what means that they are one in the same, and how the collide. It's rather boring.

[he seems unperturbed by many of her acrobatics, and doesn't seem at all bothered by the invasion of his personal space.]

This— [he runs a finger along the world.] —means "time."

[coimiceoir]

[She frowns, tracing approximations of the symbols on the bark at her feet and commenting absently:] If it's boring, why do you read it?

[badnewsboy]

One could say that there's a great power that comes with knowledge, though I'd rather just not be more bored than I was prior without the boring book.

[he keeps the book open, just in case she needs to see it again.]

[coimiceoir]

So come climbing! Or exploring! There are all kinds of things you haven't seen yet. [For all her talk, she's still interested in the book, laying a fingertip on each iteration of "time" on the page.] These all look the same... They mean the same thing?

[badnewsboy]

You'll have to show me.

[though his eyes are on her as she goes through the book. it's funny, they're awful close, aren't they? probably too close to notice the overhang of a certain cursed weed that's above them.]

You've recognized the pattern. They are.

[coimiceoir]

Of course! It's a big forest. You probably wouldn't find them without me.

[It's an off-handed comment, not meant to rile or upset - just a statement of fact. The main three are difficult to find. She's actually leaning on his shoulder by this point.]

The smaller runes are in a lot of the larger ones. Like that one! [She points to an "e".] It's all over. Is it an element?

[He's warm, and comfortable, and there's a fluttery feeling like bird wings growing under her heart. He brings her challenges, and riddles, and companionship... and soda! Why shouldn't she be happy to have him here again?]

[badnewsboy]

[and he sort of slips into the idea that he could possibly, somehow, be smooth. Lokis feel things very deeply, you see, and it's not uncommon to feel very good about being so close. somehow, the idea that he has been in this kind of situation before does not occur to him, and he leans in casually.]

It's a vowel. There are a few of those, every collection of runes has at least one.

[but somehow his voice has dropped. just a little.]

[coimiceoir]

[Low voices had always been soothing to her, and his is no different. Any nerves that might have been tingling dropped away. Testing gently, she found the point where the two of them balanced well braced against each other. She didn't usually like being in contact with people - it was too likely that such physicality could be used against her - but this? Perfect.]

A vowel. [She drew out the strange word a little and laughed at way it felt. Glancing over at him, she scrunched her nose up a little, amused.] What does it mean?

[chronosexual]

[ After having been dealing with the effects of the rogue mistletoe hanging high on the ceiling, well out of reach, Jack decided that it was time to enlist some help. Someone who knew plants. Someone who, with a bit of magic, could make simple work of it. So he called Aisling in. Not only did he want to check on her and make sure that she was doing well after her trip to the hospital, he wanted to give her her Christmas present as well. ]

[coimiceoir]

[Aisling, for her part, was ecstatic that Captain actually remembered her name now. So of course she came right over. She had some questions she needed to put to him, anyway. Everything over the last few days had her all in a muddle. So it should come as no surprise that when the door alarm beeped to admit someone into the warehouse, it was Aisling who came bouncing eagerly down the stairs to rush over and stop just short of flinging herself onto Jack.]

Captain! You're all right now!

[chronosexual]

Aisling!

[ He couldn't help himself but to smile at the sound of her tiny little voice. He turned to her as she approached and more than eagerly scooped her up from the ground, holding her in an affectionate hug only just long enough to show her how much he had missed her, and was quick to loosen quickly enough to let her escape if she wanted to. ]

Yeah, I'm doing all right. It got a little scary for a while, but we've got it all sorted. What about you? How are you feeling? You look back to your old self again.

[coimiceoir]

[She allowed the hug - was that a touch of eagerness, even? - and laughed merrily, hugging him around the neck.]

It's good to see you back to yourself. I was worried about you!

[She tosses her hair and slips out of his grasp to hop back and twirl for him.]

I'm fine! I told them I'd get better faster out in the forest.

[Something else occurs to her, though, and suddenly she stills and looks at him thoughtfully.]

I do have some questions for you.

[chronosexual]

[ Jack had slipped his hands into his pockets, about to pull out part of her gift when she had paused to consider him. Curious. She never had taken the time to question him like this before. He smiled at her and knelt down before her, reaching out for her hand to kiss. ]

Well, I did ask you here for a favour, so any questions that you have for me, or anything you need at all, I am in your debt.

[coimiceoir]

[Appreciative amusement (and mild relief) flashes across her face at the notion of making it a bargain, and she nods solemnly.]

Then all will be well! Captain... What does it mean when you get very warm, and your chest feels tight and there are flutters in your stomach?

[chronosexual]

[ Jack eyes her curiously for a moment, looking her over for signs of illness. She didn't look sick or anything, but who could tell with fae biology? ]

Well, sometimes it means that you're really excited about something. Something special. Why? Did... something happen? You're not hurt, are you?

[coimiceoir]

[Usually illness or injury shows itself in Aisling with signs of lost weight, hollowness around the eyes, and a decreased energy level. None of those were present, but she did seem uneasy. She was clearly thinking hard about this, and couldn't seem to decide if she ought to move or stay still. Her finger combed through her hair, twirling pieces into complex knots and then releasing them with a twitch of a certain strand.]

It doesn't feel like a hurt. But it's never happened before. I thought it might be some sort of strange spell, but I haven't heard of anything like it. It lingered after, and it keeps coming back when I think about... it.

[The hesitation is slight, but present. She's not quite telling him everything.]

[chronosexual]

[ Jack strokes his chin, considering for a long moment what this sensation could be. With a fae, it could be anything. He moves to take a seat on the couch, a bit more comfortable, and chews his lip thoughtfully. ]

This feeling you get. Is it a good feeling or a bad one? Does it make you happy or afraid?

[coimiceoir]

[She has to think about that one, scrunching up her nose for a moment.]

...Both. I'm happy, but I've never felt it before. I don't understand it. And that frightens me.

[chronosexual]

[ The admission brings a smile to his face. ]

Oh I know that feeling. You've got a little crush on someone, don't you? Someone who, when you look at them or even think about them, makes your stomach get kinda fluttery? A little sick? Someone who makes you happy just by being alive?

[coimiceoir]

[The word "crush" doesn't mean anything good to her, but those other symptoms are definitely along the right lines. Her expression lightens and she nods, clearly relieved that he understands.]

Happy and uneasy all at once! Here- [her stomach] -and here- [her chest] -and here! [her throat] Sometimes it's hard to breathe, and my throat gets tight. I don't think I'm getting sick...