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

[calmyourmind]

[Really, Charles had been here looking for tea, and while he had no idea what to make of the teas at this shop, he found himself largely unsatisfied with the taste of it. A disgruntled sort of frown on his face as he sipped at the liquid. Well. At least it was hot.

It was on his way out that he caught interesting snippets of thought from the young woman sulking in the table, and the second smile of the day tugged at the telepath's lips until his face split into a cheerful smile. Another who was different, like him! He stepped off to the side a bit, hiding his smile behind the disposable cup.]

Actually, I rather thought it looked like you were also discovering how unpleasant the drinks were here. But now that you mention it, I could see where one might get the impression you were sulking.

[animator]

[It startled her quite visibly -- she could almost swear she had felt the voice rather than actually heard it. She put her book down immediately, quickly glancing over her shoulder to search for the source. When she spots him, there's no way to actually prove anything, but she can't help thinking that even with his mouth hidden, that man looks particularly pleased with himself.

She raises an eyebrow at him; everyone else in the place seems to be preoccupied. It doesn't hurt that she's got some sensitivity to these sorts of things herself -- if she'd had her memories, she could thank Jean-Claude for that one.]

If you're going to talk to me, at least do it to my face. It's less creepy that way.

[calmyourmind]

[Charles invites himself to her table, taking a seat across from her with the cheerful smile still on his face. He wanted to know more, and honestly, he only had minor conflictions over diving into people's minds. It seemed improper, but he was always having to fight the thirst to know more, to dive straight into their minds and learn everything he could.

Really, the main thing stopping him was his memories of doing so with the Doctor whose mind he had become lost in a day ago.]

My apologies. It's just so much simpler to make sure the right people hear me when I do things that way.

[animator]

Do you do that often, then? Go spelunking in the minds of strangers?

[She looks at him rather dubiously, pausing to take a sip of her coffee.

Well. He seemed friendly enough, at least. She hard certainly spent time with worse during this whole memory-loss debacle. She actually manages a smile in reply, forcing herself to relax. It's not fair for her to jump down this throat like that, nobody seems to know very much about who they are, and it's been a real effort to shove aside her defensive tendencies and allow people some room for error. It's what she would have wanted from them, so it was only right that she try to extend the same courtesy.]

If that's the case, what made you decide that I was the one you wanted to hear you?

[calmyourmind]

I'm not actually sure.

[His brows furrow and his lips purse a moment in thought, his head tilting to rest on his hand and suddenly Wow every mind in the room amplified. He sat up a bit too quickly, both hands going back to the table. Some kind of memory response. Like muscle memory of the mind? Curious. He would have to give it another go later.]

Your thoughts. You're like me. Or, well. You aren't like them.

[He gave a loose gesture at the Starbox crowd.]

[animator]

[She looks out over the dwindling crowd of patrons. He has a point. Even without any telepathy to speak of, she's been able to feel a certain aura around several of the people she's met that seem to have some kind of power. It was faint, each time, but there was a definite something there, a distinct difference in the air around them. It was the same with him, and she offered him a single nod in agreement, hands still curled around the warmth of her cup.]

I'm not exactly sure what I am, to be perfectly honest with you, but 'different' sums it up pretty well for now. That seems to be a common theme around here. I can sort of sense it in you, too -- not before you came over here, but now that I'm paying attention, there's power there.

[She sighs, gently tapping her index finger against the table for a brief moment as she tries to summon up the right words.]

If you can read my thoughts, then you already know what kind of day I've been having, I assume.