Oh bother, I always forget to pay attention to when Western Easter shows up. Well, Happy Easter in any case! Hopefully everyone had a lovely day and didn't drink too much, considering recent events...

I wonder if I should try to teach people how to make pysanky for the real Easter.

Who: America and friends (that means you)
What: Your average "I am fictional and what is this" intro log
When: Any time this week
Where:Around the island
Why: I am fictional and what is this.

( Not a bad introduction. )

THOR DUDE LETS GO BOWLING!!!1

hey look what I made!!!

[the thing he's holding up is a huge, ugly ball. it's about three feet in diameter, and appears to be made out of tinfoil]

totally dropping it off the roof of my apartment building tomorrow night if anyone wants to come out!

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!

Who: Sherlock Holmes and Amureka
Where: SOUTH 402
When: Late night.
What: ahahaha. hah. Welp, it's Sherlock and America.

Never did get to this destination having placed word on the 'network' and being carried away with more interesting details. A good exercise in occupying his mind and keeping him from thinking about the larger picture. Ground up, starting over, alone and dealing with the idea that he was not real. His entire life was in a book or on the telly. Until now. A hard concept to wrap his mind around -- and going back to this being alone problem. Perhaps Father's bills had use after all. 

You never appreciate what you have until you don't. Common phrase. Completely inapplicable to Sherlock Holmes. No, he was fine. Work kept him busy, busy was good; boredom was dangerous.

He had details to mull over now, so Holmes finds the building easy enough and the flat. The door unlocked and pushed open just enough for all that light. Ungodly amounts of fake Christmas cheer. Hallmark knockoffs. Singing Santa Clause. Tinsel made to look like greenery, tinsel made to look like snow and ice. Snow flakes, hand woven table runners. He feels bile rising up as, deduced in moment, he concludes his roommate is a lunatic. Possibly an elder woman. (see: lunatic)

He closes the door and stands in the hall for a moment. 

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?

OKAY IT'S DECEMBER YOU GUYS!!! you know what that means, right?? it's time to start counting down to Christmas! we need to have a sweet-ass party! I've been throwing awesome parties for decades so I can do that and my roommate is gone so he can't yell at me about making messes any more, we can just have it here!

AND LOOK I already have a tree, even! [don't worry Aisling, it's not real!! it's a gaudy sparkly white thing, ten feet tall and pre-lit with blue twinkle lights. HOW DID HE GET IT INTO HIS APARTMENT??? don't worry about it okay]

So what kind of story am I from anyway, if I'm fictional? It better be something cool, like something where I'm singing with Elvis and we're killing vampires and befriending puppies or something.

Also, has anyone seen Stitch? He's a blue alien.

It's a lazy Saturday, isn't it? We can play a game.


Two truths and a lie.


The rules are simple: Write three statements (three as in 3) about yourself, one (as in 1) of which is a lie, the other two (2) are truths. Others will try to guess which one is the lie. Now we can get to know each other a little better, and explore the wonder of friendship.

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?

...your days of peace and relaxation have now just come to an end.  Unless I, the Master of Magnetism, get what I want, your days will end in chaos.

Return what has been taken from me no later than noon tomorrow, or I will alter the magnetic fields of this island and turn every skyscraper in the city into a magnetic superconductor.  Your computers will be wiped.  Your cars, your change, even your fillings pulled away from you to make a monument to my greatness.  The streets will become a whirlwind of shrapnel.  Your power systems disrupted.  And, of course, when a large enough electrical charge has been built up... you will all, ultimately, be destroyed by the largest bolt of lightning the world has ever seen.

Cease your petty squabbles and pay heed... pay tribute... or you will all die.

YOU GUYS I HAVE BOOBS!!

[And he's squishing them enthusiastically, children look away! The outfit America has been granted is sparkly red white and blue; and in true American magical girl fashion, very skimpy.]

Hahahaha, hey Chief I think I might need a new uniform.

--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.

Let me just get a question out here that's super important as November winds down here (It's not too early for this, I swear)--

How many of you don't know what Christmas is?
And does it snow here?

It's really important. For business. (Super important) And not only that but also because Christmas is magical and everyone needs a winter holiday. I want to cover all the grounds and if we're an island of non-believers Santa might not come. I'm pretty sure New Moore isn't going to get the Whoville Christmas special on TV that I watch every year so if nobody's got anything going on I'm going to have to step up. Lots of planning to get done here. We gotta go big.

So! If you could just tell me:
A: If you know what Christmas is or not
B: If you celebrate some other winter holiday we can spread around winter spirit for. Does it involve gifts?
AND
C: What's the winter weather going to be in New Moore? I can never tell with this place.

[Mycroft's video turns on, and the feed turns to a very posh looking Corgi staring into the feed. There might be a hand petting it.]

Quite a remarkable creature, isn't he?

[The Corgi's quite happy at the moment. Mycroft's paying attention to him, obviously.] He's been following me for the past half an hour. If he belongs to anyone here, they should come pick him up immediately.

Should he be found to not have an owner, he will be coming home with me.

[ Audio clicks on. Canada clears his throat and when he speaks, he's very clearly confused. ]

Oh. Right. Well then?

Uh. I'm sorry, but I don't think I understand. Is there any way that I can -- go home, or...clear my....identity......? I've asked the nurses, but they've just -- I don't think they heard me...

[ He makes a frustrated noise. The confusion in his voice gives away to a deadpan. ]

I'm a few hundred years worth of relatively stable Independence too late to be having an existential crisis, eh?

[ there's a burst of static before the audio, then almost silence -- but listening closely reveals the sounds of traffic and a deep muffled voice, sounding indistinct and harsh. then: ]

But I don't have any more money!

Because I just spent it all on groceries! The ones I'm carrying! You're really not very good at this.

Well no, I don't use credit cards.

Look, can I please just go? I don't have anything you want, and the popsicles are going to melt straight through the bag, and I'm sure you have plenty of other people to mug, so I'd appreciate it if -- wait -- don't --

[ the audio cuts off. ]