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

[maiditoutalive]

[ Alternia is brutal, and unkind, and she will spare him some of the harsher details: that without the game she would have died in maybe 30 years, maybe 50 if she were lucky, that lowbloods were expendable canon fodder with limited careers and limited options, even if they were lucky enough not to get plugged into a ship and used as a living engine. He doesn't need to hear that, and it's no longer relevant, anyway. ]

It doesn't mean anything anymore.

[ She rebuttons her coat, pulls the collar up. ]

By my time, there are five trolls living, and only twelve escaped the destruction of our universe. Maybe people will want to cling to it, but nobody has the systematic power to impose that kind of structure on us anymore. [ She grins, suddenly. ] It tends to be less effective when the oppressed can punch you in the face and not have to face execution for it.

[badnewsboy]

Punching—

[he lifts a finger, looking quite serious at the implications.]

Punching works effectively. I've seen it done.

[but then he grins too, looking pleased.]

And quite well in the art of change. Those who cling to it will see soon enough that it holds no more bearing. The ones that hold on to the old ways get swept away with them. Change is good. The new is good, though at times it seems to disrupt lives. We adjust and are better for it.

[maiditoutalive]

[She purposely did not say beat the shit out of them and make them pay, which would also be a valid response, and was quite effective the few times she employed that technique.]

But the people who have the most to lose from change are the last ones to believe it. Still, it's nothing to me if they want to continue to be assholes about it. I have much better things to do with my life than listen to that.

[And Aradia looks quite unconcerned about it all, too. Nobody will ever have the right to demand she use the back door ever again, and there's no system to force her to comply. She doesn't have to pretend to buy into it or hold her tongue or accept any sort of limitations anymore.]

[badnewsboy]

They'll feel the backlash of their ignorance.

[he leans in a bit and lifts his free hand, like it's a secret, waving his hands and stretching his fingers. a single jazz hand.]

You can bask in your victory. You changed. And you can shine in all those better things that you do with yourself.

[there's a brief pause and then he looks pleased.]

If they still speak about it, well, we'll just have to cause some problems for them.

[maiditoutalive]

[She can't help rolling her eyes a bit at his grandiloquence, but she's still smiling anyway. Because she appreciates what he's offering, that- and maybe this shouldn't be such a big thing as it is- that he takes her side, without having to argue with him for why she's right. That the implicit suggestion is that he would help.]

I don't think you'd find Eridan Ampora much of a worthwhile target. He's too easy.

[badnewsboy]

[oh, he's familiar with him, and her mention of him makes sense. Mister "you tried star" Ampora. he continues smoothly, as if that wasn't just a spark of recognition. he finally releases her hand and uses both of them to keep balance as he walks along the log.]

He's told me not talk to him. If I were any less forgiving, he would've already found himself covered in tar and feathers.

[and now he looks thoughtful.]

We could immortalize him in ink through non-flattering signage. I've heard the copy machine works quite well in making copies of non-desirable yet truthful announcements.

[maiditoutalive]

[She follows comfortably behind him, unconcerned about whether or not she falls. But then she can cheat. Is sort of cheating already, she's not really putting too much of her weight on the log.]

I'm sure I can think of something he'd never want known. And if not, he goes to see the guidance counselor nearly every day, so there's got to be something.

[badnewsboy]

[he brightens visibly!]

Mister Coulson's office. I know how to pick the lock on his door and file cabinet.

[please don't ask how he knows how to do that. he makes a motion with his hands, rolling back on his heels, but still staying somewhat balanced.]

How convenient.

[maiditoutalive]

[It should probably seem more odd that they're bonding over potential mischief and petty vengeance on somebody else. After kissing repeatedly. Just your typical teenage date? Not-date? It doesn't even strike Aradia as weird anymore.]

Check my files while you're there? I want to see if he really did report me for bullying to someone, because I told him to get over himself.

[badnewsboy]

[mischief was his thing. besides, some petty, possibly cathartic pranks were far better than something that may grow and become malicious in the future. he knew where his place, and he knew what he was, and there were some things that simply couldn't be erased with his memories—and that was his love for mischief.]

Did you punch them?

[he looks all too curious to hear the answer to that one.




wait.


was this a date?]

[maiditoutalive]

[Who even knows if this is a date. She certainly doesn't. The answer won't be clear until they actually try to face or discuss the fact that they just had a rather romantic moment back there, and there's still physical evidence.]

Did I punch Eridan? Not yet. I think I am the only one who hasn't! But did I punch anyone ever? Oh yes.

[badnewsboy]

Remind me not to cross you, I rather like not being punched.

[yes, he still has lipstick all over his face, what is the world coming to?]

[maiditoutalive]

It's not my fist you should worry about!

[As if to prove her point she punches him lightly, really not much more than a tap to his shoulder. She could hit a little harder, maybe, fuck someone up if she took them by surprise, but she's never been a physical fighter, and in a fight of nothing but fists, she'd definitely lose.]

[badnewsboy]

Yes, I remember. That other thing that you can do with your mind.

[he rubs his shoulder, even though it didn't really hurt. it was light and his skin was pretty thick being an Asgardian, but the thought about being punched by anyone wasn't too pleasant. he had been punched a lot. people weren't kind in Asgardia during the holidays.]

Though the movie part was quite nice.

[maiditoutalive]

[Oh yeah. That time she pinned him down and sat on him. She has the grace to look slightly abashed and embarrassed, her face just slightly dusky red.]

Ah, yes. Sorry. I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.

[badnewsboy]

I couldn't not pay attention if I tried.

[he brings a hand to his chin, rolling back on his heels again.]

I don't even remember what the movie was about. You're quite tricky.

[maiditoutalive]

Yes, that was the point.

[This time she pushes him forward, playfully, with a careful eye not to throw him off balance.]

But I'm glad you think so! I do try to keep up with you.

[badnewsboy]

[he makes a show of possibly being thrown off balance, though it's hard to tell if he's faking or not. but whatever it is, he manages to catch himself again. he pauses, and then huffs.]

I'm willing to be honest with you. I want to try.

However you do understand that it could bring repercussions against yourself. Getting involved with me brings them by default. I am Loki, and I have a very Loki way of doing things. I would rather you not get hurt because of who I am, that seems to happen a lot, too.

[maiditoutalive]

[Oh, Loki. He always knows the right thing to say to tug at her heartstrings. If it didn't sound so terribly earnest she would say he did it on purpose, to gain her sympathies, but judging from the actual evidence she can't bring herself to believe it's anything but true. Despite what he keeps saying, she still trusts him.]

I'm more durable than you seem to think. [This time she doesn't push; she wraps her arms around his waist from behind lightly, and hugs.] And I have some tricks you don't know about, yet, though I hope to not have to use them. I would say you run a risk, too, but my problems can't follow me here the way yours can follow you. [She pauses, and then goes up on her tip toes to brace herself against his shoulder, leaning over it to talk.] If you worry so much, the honesty will help. So I at least know what the repercussions will be.

[badnewsboy]

[and there was no mistletoe around this time. it's still strange. still something he needs to adjust himself to. there's arms around his shoulders, hanging at his collar, and he doesn't move to untangle her. even though he had thought himself done, and the game over, there was still a long road ahead of him. he didn't want to say that he wasn't scared. he was terrified. there were people who liked him, who wanted to spend time with him, but in the end he had betrayed others like them not for his own selfishness, but because he couldn't bear the thought of being the one to hurt them.]

And if you don't, you can sit on me.

[as for her problems, she's made a very powerful ally.]

[maiditoutalive]

[She laughs, squeezes again and lets him go. It's easier than she thought it would be, to touch him, and she knows she's not imagining that it's kind of nice to wrap her arms around somebody so solid. The one thing she'd always liked about Equius, without complications.]

Yes, the ultimate torture. No one can ever resist.

[badnewsboy]

[for being so short, and looking a bit skinny and gangling, he was oddly solid. not to any Asgardian (and definitely not in comparison to his flying brother), but to the others he seemed very thick-skinned.]

I'm going to get sat on a lot, aren't I?

[maiditoutalive]

That all depends on whether or not you do something to deserve it.

[badnewsboy]

Somehow it always feels as if I do something to deserve it.

[maiditoutalive]

[Is that serious? She can't tell, if it's meant to be bitter and self pitying or if he's trying to tease her.]

Well. We'll see, won't we? [Testing it out, fishing for some context.] I thought once might be pretty effective.