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The Mother of All Logs

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!

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[Frankly, she's just glad he's not doing the stare-y thing like that other bloke was... Barry, or something like that. She'll take silly smile any day.]

Thanks. You... look nice too. [A bit on the frumpy side, but she can tell he's trying. It's endearing, for all intents and purposes.

She doesn't hesitate to step inside, her curl of her lips turning vaguely amused as she watches his display of "chivalry".] This place isn't half bad.

[ Rudy eagerly follows her in, only half paying attention to anything she's saying, and frantically trying to sort out what he was going to say. Don't want to say something stupid and ruin the whole night, now do we? He takes a seat at the bar and orders himself a pint. ]

So.. um... you woke up like this too, eh? No memories or anythin'? Just... whatever you had lyin' round?

Yeah. Kind of freaky, actually. There wasn't a whole lot in the room I woke up in either, so it's not like I have much to go off of. Well, except for that bloke telling me my name.

Did you at least have some clues lying about?

[She takes the seat next to him, scanning over the alcohol selection, not entirely sure what to order. Instead of dwelling on it too long, she asks for some gin and lime; she's not entirely sure why, but it sounds best.]

Not much. Few things, but nothin' overly descriptive. Found me mobile, or a mobile, I guess. Woke up in that massive bloody spaceship, though. So, whoever I am, I get to live in a spaceship. So there's that.

[ When the pint arrives, he takes a drink from it, scarcely able to take his eyes off the pretty girl beside him. It had been true that he didn't have much to identify himself with, but he did find a box of little knick-knacks and photos of her. It even had her name on it. Was she his girlfriend? Or just someone he liked to admire? ]

This is gonna sound... really strange but... We don't know each other? Really? No... indication that you know me in your flat or anythin'?

You could start calling people in it, see if any of them know who you are. Maybe you're an alien, though. If there's people running around with powers, wouldn't be farfetched to think there's aliens too.

[Though she can feel his gaze, she tries to keep most of her attention on her own, newly-arrived drink. She feels a bit awkward with all the staring, but is trying to push that off on the fact that everything seems to be strange around here; for all she knows, losing his memories might have been traumatic for him somehow, causing all this.

Or maybe he was just proper freaky in his own little way. However, she'd rather lean towards the former if she wants to try and enjoy their little rendezvous.]

There wasn't indication of anything in my flat. There was the set of clothes on the end of my bed and that was pretty much it; the rest was kind of barren.

At this point, I'm just hoping I'm not some homeless or tweaker or anything like that.

I guess I could do that, but... if they haven't got a clue as to who they are either, then it won't do much good, will it? And still, it's only got a couple of numbers stored in it so... still not much good.

[ He smiles a little awkwardly and drums a little on the bartop with his fingers, thinking about her deductions about her situation. ]

Well, no. I wouldn't say you're either of those. I mean, just look at ya, eh? You've got hair that's really good -- Way too good to belong to someone homeless, and you're not skinny and cracked out, and you've got all your teeth. So even if it's drugs, it can't be any really bad drugs, can it?

Never mind, then. Guess you're left just as clueless as I am.

[Sheepish, she glances down at her drink.] Right, right.

...Sorry; in retrospect, that probably sounded really stupid, yeah? [Her lips purse slightly as her gaze flickers over to him.] Maybe I'm staying there temporarily then, or I could have just moved in. Possibly robbed of everything, but there wasn't any broken locks or anything of that sort, so that's probably not it.

I could probably keep thinking up possibilities, but not sure how easy it'll be to keep narrowing them down.

Plus, wouldn't wanna live with the thought that you might constantly be a target of robbery, yeah?

[ He takes a drink from his glass and smiles warmly at her. However, the longer that he stares at her, the stronger, and stronger urge he gets building inside him to lean over and kiss her. Maybe it has something to do with the strange bit of plant hanging over their heads that he didn't quite notice.

[ And then he does. It's a swift and bold action on his part, the movement followed by the placing of his hand on her wrist, marred immediately by his loss of himself within himself as something takes him over. His grip tightens exponentially around her wrist and he pulls her closer and speaks in a rough and dark voice, all the while reaching his free hand out to grab her shoulder. ]

Jesus Christ I want you.. I want to fuck you so badly. [ Driven purely by some freak, supernatural impulse, he frantically tries kissing her neck. ] I want to fuck you in the arse so hard you'll be spitting up cum for a week. Come on, baby, let's go, yeah? No one'll mind.

No, not at all.

[Though there isn't much time to react, she doesn't even consider moving away from the kiss or his initial touch. Frankly, there should have been no harm in it, no danger, even if it did seem a tad sudden.

Should.

Any innocence or good intention she could find in such a move quickly crumbles and collapses to the floor. Time cruelly slows to a crawl as her heart beats faster and echos in her ears, each detail presenting itself to her senses and imprinting itself in her freshly emptied mind.

Instinctively, her body stiffens, her breath catching in her throat. What was going on? Why the sudden change? Why this change? Why her? With such thoughts running through her mind, though she clearly heard his words, it takes several, panic-stricken moments for them to sink in, and for her current position to make itself apparent to common sense. The exact moment it does though, she attempts to slip back off the stool and jerk away, hoping to break out of his grasp and slip out of his range.]

W-wot the fuck is wrong with you? Get off me!

[ His grip remains tight around her wrist, and his other fingers catch the fabric of her shirt and tug at it, paying no mind to the sounds of threads snapping from the sudden pull. ]

God I bet your pussy tastes just like ice cream. I just want a taste.

[ Satisfied with their proximity, he boldly ventures up the front of her shirt, making sure to contact every inch of skin he can get his fingers on. The excitement of the moment, from an uneducated outsider's perspective, has made his veins, particularly near contact sites, extremely visible, even from a distance. ]

[Her heart leaps into her throat at the touch of his hand, panic freezing her for another -albeit brief- moment. Disgust quickly trumps the shock, and she finds herself back in the fighting mindset. However, though she tries yet again to yank herself away, she realizes that it's close to a useless effort. It's pretty clear now that she's not strong, and she certainly doesn't have the upper hand in stature.

Time for Plan B. If writhing and pulling away are getting her absolutely nowhere, perhaps pushing will do the trick. With that in mind, she attempts to shove him back will all her girlish might.]

Get off me, you pervert!

[Simon has taken to wandering the streets, because even if he doesn't know who or where he is, this place is actually pretty interesting. It's pure coincidence that sees him stepping into the bar of the Four Saisons and peering about curiously. Hopefully he's old enough to drink; he's not even sure of his own age.

The struggle between two people he'd met over the network draws his attention, and he looks aghast when he hears Rudy's words. He isn't certain, but that doesn't seem like something you should say to a girl. Grabbing Rudy by the wrist, he attempts to tug him off of Alisha.]

H-hey! Leave her alone, she told you to get off of her!

[ When Alisha shoves him, Rudy's grip on her only tightens as he struggles to pull her back toward him. It is, however, with help from Simon's tugging, he loses his balance and topples sideways off the stool and into Simon, gasping and looking more than a little dazed. ]

Wh-What the f-... What the hell was that?!

[ He looks around, just now noticing Simon and looking at him strangely after having noticed him for the first time, and then to Alisha. Why does she look so scared? What's happened? ]

Are you all right? Did something happen?

[She wastes no time scurrying back a good few steps once she's free, making sure to keep a safe distance from her date. Though she doesn't spare much, she does momentarily glance over at her rescuer, grateful that someone found the gumption to step in and help.]

Wot do you mean "am I alright"? Why the fuck would I be alright after that?

[Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her heart still beating madly. For now, she doesn't comment on Rudy's apparent confusion; however, Alisha certainly shares it. Her gaze jumps between Rudy and the "Barry" fellow, silently pleading for some sort of answer as to what happened.]

You just told her that you want to taste her pussy, among other inappropriate things. I think you ought to apologise.

[Barry helpfully supplies Rudy with the reason as to why Alisha is probably definitely not okay while attempting to inch away from the other man. The problem is, of course, that now he's within range of the mistletoe's influence, and getting away from Rudy doesn't really seem like a thing he wants to do.]

Apologise? Apologise for what? I didn't...

[ Rudy stares up at Simon, feeling the compulsion come on once again, though thankfully not accompanied by an unholy desire to copulate. He does, however, grab hold of Simon's head on either side of his face and pull him into a kiss, as though he had every intention on taking him home and having him right then. ]

[What.

What.

What the actual fuck. First she's nearly raped, then her rescuer and the bloke who tried to force himself into her knickers start making out?

She doesn't have to dwell on the sight for but a moment to know that a few things are certain: one, that something strange and supernatural is definitely going on; two, that she's honest-to-god repulsed by the scene before her; and three, that she's not feeling nearly as chivalrous as the young man who saved her, nor in the mood to return the favor. Alisha's shaken, nearly ready to vomit from the horrid adrenaline of her close encounter, and readily well aware that her strength is no match for her date's. As far as she's concerned, it would be a futile effort; best to take care of numero uno while she has the chance.]

This... This is just too fucking weird...

[Rather than consider the repercussions of her decision instead of helping "Barry", she shakes her head and quickly scurries out of the hotel and down the road. She has every intention of returning to her room and locking the doors behind her, as well as avoiding those strange blokes as much as she can into the foreseeable future.

Well. Or so she thinks.]

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