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

[waywardboy]

I wouldn't know. I don't think I've ever seen it before.

[Not that that means much, seeing as everyone has amnesia. Still, he eyes her. The mistletoe's influence kicks in pretty quickly.]

Well... it's tradition, right? Maybe we shouldn't try to fight it.

[eggplantier]

[Steph considers him. The prospect doesn't seem as daunting as she would have thought. It even seems...Steph clears her throat.]

Sure. I mean, it's one kiss, right?

[waywardboy]

[He smiles at that. Any concern that might have been nagging at him has melted away. Instead of continuing to stall, he simply nods and leans forward to kiss her squarely on the lips.

It's awkward.

And awful.

This boy has zero experience. Thankfully, it could be worse. It could be wet and gross, but he manages to avoid those particular pitfalls.]

[eggplantier]

[Even with the mistletoe's effect, and the amnesia, Steph can tell this isn't the best kiss. When it's over, Steph pulls back, biting down on a laugh.]

You don't do that very often, do you?

[At least she can move, now.]

[waywardboy]

[He blushes hotly, embarrassed.]

... that obvious, huh. I guess I haven't... met a lot of girls.

[Because there are no girls in hell. But he doesn't remember that right now.]

[eggplantier]

[Steph does laugh, this time, but it's not a mean laugh.]

It's cool, I'm, you know, not the kissing police or anything.

[There's probably not even a kissing police, but it's not like Steph can be sure of that.]

Or maybe I am, I don't know. [She sighs, and her smile is kind of self-indulgent and sad.] All I know is my name.

[waywardboy]

[He offers her a forced smile in reply. He can relate, unfortunately, as can most of the island.]

At least you know that. I don't know mine. I decided to name myself.

[eggplantier]

So, what'd you pick?

[She leans forward, curious, even though it's probably a bad idea to linger.]

[waywardboy]

Stephen.

[He smiles brightly.]

I kind of feel like a Stephen.

[eggplantier]

Oh, that's kinda funny.

[She gestures at herself, and bows with something she likes to pretend is flourish.]

Steph.

[waywardboy]

Really?

[He gives her a lopsided grin, tilting his head.]

Funny coincidence. Does that mean somebody recognized you?

[eggplantier]

Yeah, I was lucky. I was at a party, apparently, and someone still had their memories.

[She shrugs. She's not going to add the part about Tim telling her she prefers to be called 'Steph'.]

It's a funny world.

[waywardboy]

That's convenient. You really did luck out.

[He glances upwards to where the mistletoe previously was.]

Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. And... sorry the kiss wasn't... uh. Great.

[Or anywhere approaching good.]

Pretty sure that's something I'm supposed to apologize for.

[eggplantier]

Hey, it's cool! You might get some practice with the um. Stuff.

[and a small smile.]

It was nice meeting you too.

[waywardboy]

[He's beet red at that.]

Yeah... that would, uh. That would be good.

[Maybe.]

Maybe I'll see you around?