[Koizumi, ever smiling and cheerful, looks straight into the camera, grave and determined.]

I'm sure that by now, most of you have seen the midnight channel.

[Slight pause.]

I need any information I can get regarding Arthur Kirkland.

I have no idea what's going on. This all seems like rubbish, and I need to go home... but I can't seem to get back on my own. There's something preventing me from.. ah. Leaving.

[There is a pause as he glances about at the people coming and going along the street outside the hospital. None of them seem to be paying him any mind. Since he normally can't go out without being recognised, he assumes he is in a Muggle city.]

The people I spoke to told me I've been enrolled in public school, and that I'll be assigned a roommate in a flat somewhere. [He makes an exasperated sort of sound.] I'm sorry, I don't have time for any of this.

So I've been here for... let's face it, it's been too long already, and my hopes for my old London lifestyle cropping up here are finally waning thin, so I thought that I should put my other skills to use.

I think I'm going to set up a surgery here in New Moore. A private business who won't be in the pockets of those who brought us here, whom none of us seem to trust anyway. And why should we? For all we know, we've all been kidnapped and drugged, so it's about time that one of us, with our best interests at heart, did something about it and set up a safe place for us "fictionals" to come and receive medical attention.

Unfortunately, at this stage, it's still only an idea, so I will need assistance. Should I start this practice, I naturally cannot be the only physician available, so I'm reaching out to you, to hopefully begin some sort of network of doctors and physicians. Is there anyone among us who might be interested in joining me?

Guess what losers!
School is about to get a lot more interesting. You can say goodbye to those humdrum days of absolute boringness where you pass the time making spitballs and watching the seconds tick away.
Yes, yours truly will be gracing your educational facility starting this semester with a brand new course.
European history.
We'll be taking a special look at certain military aspects over the centuries because how could any of you not study this stuff.

_{[see: every "awesome" thing he's ever done back in the day.]}

Prepare yourselves. Students in New Moore have gone too long without knowing just how awesome certain countries are. But thanks to me, Gilbert Beilschmidt, that era is now over!

See you when school starts.

What: Tea Party for Time Travelers!
When: January 3rd, midafternoon.
Where: The TARDIS.
Who: Have you visited another time? Then YOU!

The Doctor had the TARDIS parked on the lawn in front of the apartments doors thrown open, in anticipation of his firsts guest arriving. Whistling busily, he rolled a table out of the backgammon room, setting it next to the stairs up to the console.

Tablecloth, check. Teapot, check. Scones, check. Half a dozen chairs... and there were more, of course, if he needed to nip into another room and grab a few more. Right. That was probably all for the time being.

He was idly exciting water molecules to boiling with the sonic screwdriver when the first of his haphazard invitees found their way aboard.

 Hello!  Before winter break wraps up, I thought a few of us could take the opportunity to talk shop for a bit.  So.  Everyone who's traveled in time, tea party on the TARDIS!  Tomorrow afternoon, maybe?  Extra scones if you show up tomorrow afternoon from somewhen else to attend.

if you haven't traveled in time, but you'd still like a snack in a phone box, you're not out of chances.  On our second day back in class, next week, all my history students get to go on their first field trip of the term.  We'll be examining the island's history.  Unfortunately, we'll be doing it from the present, but you get to take a bag lunch along anyway, so that's all right.  Be sure and bring in your signed permission slips that morning; I'd be very sad to leave you behind.

Has anyone else had any luck with time travel with this place? Or tested any theories related to the space-time continuum?

Knowing if you've broken any ground would help a lot.

For now, the name's Nathaniel. Nate's good, too.

Heavily Encrypted to the Original Young Avengers (AKA not the New Moore ones)

I considered hiding the moment I got all that explained to me, especially when I saw you were here. It's a lot easier to hide when I have somewhere to go. Something to change. I've got my armor, but not much else in the way of helping with this situation here. I've tried a few tricks already, and I'm just getting massive blockage. I wanted to contact you with good news if I ever did. That was the idea, anyway. It doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon.

So, I'll start with what I need to start with. ... What I'm supposed to start with.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how long it's been for any of you, but that wasn't the way to go. That wasn't the way I was supposed to make that promise. It didn't sound like much of a promise, did it?

A promise. An apology. They aren't enough. It's the most I can do until I show that I won't be ... myself. At least it looks like I have some time off to think about it.

Merry Christmas, everyone! It sounds like snow isn't exactly normal around here this time of year, but there's something to be said for a white Christmas, and I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday and spending it with their loved ones here on the island.

In addition, after the holidays, it looks like I'll be seeing everyone at the high school on a daily basis. For those I haven't met yet, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Miss Blanchard, and I'll be teaching Language Arts from now on. I look forward to getting to know you all better, and I'll see you in class!

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!

[The feed shows a very troubled-looking Anita perched on top of a nondescript gravestone in the island's cemetery. The area around her appears to be otherwise vacant, but there's a low, almost droning sound off-screen that sounds like it might be the continuous rasp of another person's voice. Her eyes dart upwards to look at something behind her phone before she turns her attention back to the camera.]

So it seems like this memory loss is pretty widespread. I'm seeing a lot of people who don't remember anything about themselves. That's pretty well-established by now. I've already met someone nice enough to tell me my name, but I've got another question.

[She turns the camera just long enough to show that there's a young man standing across from her, although he's covered in a fair amount of rot and has begun to decompose. He doesn't seem to be aggressive in the least. In fact, all he's doing is standing there, smiling obliviously, watching Anita patiently as though he's expecting some kind of further interaction.

The camera turns back to focus on Anita's face.]

This guy keeps following me everywhere. He's not doing anything. Just shadowing me.

[Hello New Moore, have a displeased looking, dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties glaring into the camera.]

I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Regina Mills and, according to a considerable number of medical personal, I am real now - as opposed to my previous state. The explanation I received for this can be called 'unsatisfactory' at best.

[This sounds a little as if she only half believes what she has been told. Given that the last thing she did in her world was an attempt to create a portal into another one via a magical hat, well. Her doubts might well be justified.]

Unsatisfactory, however, does not even begin to describe the implication that it is not possible for me to return home to my son.

[At this point, her demeanor changes, if only slightly. There seems to be genuine worry for her son, even if the previously shown sort of aggression wasn't gone just yet.]

My son, who is likely left in the care of a woman who fails to live a stable life of her own. As this is nowhere near what any sane person would refer to as acceptable, I need to know whether there is a way to trigger whichever event turns a so-called 'fictional' person 'real'. And whether there have been cases of people leaving this island to return to where they came from despite the scientists' statements.

[No 'please' and 'thankyous', not in front of this many strangers.]

Lastly, I was told that I would be sharing my [a pause] dormitories - wherever those might be - with someone named 'Jenny'. I would appreciate you to contacted me. [Mysterious Jenny person who can only be pitied.]

This planet seems nice. The woman at the desk in that building gave me some kind of food called gingerbread. It looks a bit odd, but it tastes good.

Right, then. Where am I. Does anyone need rescuing? Where are all the locals? Is this planet always so dark, or just right now?

The magnet guy is not going kill me?
And nobody that was kidnapped should be mad?
And nothing's really damaged?
Nothing got hurt for real.

It's okay because it was fake island stuff.

.....right?
How bad can I possibly be?

Question.

Did the island turn into a Japanese animation, or am I dreaming again?

I got a question. If parents



Or, uh. Santa. If Santa's not around, who gets presents for all the kids?

This small, harrumphing rabbit is holding an enormous fob watch open in front of him, reading the clock face as though it's a book.]

Attention, attention!  I've become ahare that not all of you here know what's going on right now, and that's simply a disaster.

I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.  But the powers you've been granted were given to you for a reason, and that reason is about to arrive.  

Well, reasons, actually.  Five reasons.  Five reasons and a lizard.  Or more than five, really, who knows?

What's important is, very shortly a lot of large, unpleasant monsters are going to attack the island.  Some of them are here already. Already!

Only you can fight them, you girls and boys and boys who are for the moment girls!  Only you!  


So you'd best get ready!  [He blinks in alarm at something he sees on the watch face.]  Oh my!  I'm about to be late!  Very late!

--the hell is this, now?

[Arthur's voice is far smaller and higher than normal, and he doesn't seem to be.. anywhere near the video, which is showing the inside of his living quarters.]

Blasted wings, this is highly undignified...

[Then, there he is. All three dimly glowing inches of him. Peering at the screen and looking immediately indignant as he realises it's broadcasting. The video cuts off but there's still the sound of him grumbling over audio.]

... As if the sodding pirates weren't bad enough. This is a bloody joke.

[See Jake. See Jake not realize that he's currently being recorded. See Jake stare at the boots that have replaced his regular shoes.]

Why do these even fit?

[Yes, he's really confused about all this. He then gets a sudden urge to click the heel of his right foot three times.

There's a flash! This flash, if anything, only serves to highlight the fact that his clothes disintegrated. After a few seconds of suddenly stripped Jake, the clothes reform to that of a witch. And, yes, he now has blond hair and no glasses. Sudden perfect vision get!

Jake has an extremely shocked expression. He stays rooted to the spot for about...half a minute before calmly walking off to the bathroom and closing the door. The distinct click implies that he has locked the door.

If anybody wants to talk to him, he'll only respond in text.]