What: Creedy has a feast.
When: Last night ._.
Where: Genosha Tower
Warnings: Beware of any alcohol Creedy hands you and any food Sirius brought

Gonna toss a few different subthreads in here for before, during and after. The feast is being held at Genosha Tower and there is all kinds of food to be had, as well as Creedy's Dangerous own special lable of alcohol. Drink at your own risk.

Right so. I know I said we'd be 'avin a feast last weekend. But somethin' got in the water around here. I'm not real clear on the details, actually. Anyhow what I'm tryin' t' say is that we've 'ad a reschedulin' and the feast is Tonight.

[He doesn't look apologetic at all as he gestures at a surface laid out with all kinds of fresh fruits, vegetables and breads. There's meat as well, of course, but you'd have to be there to catch a glimpse. He grins and rolls his shoulders, squinting a bit at the camera.]

I know you lot can't resist free food and my own special brew of Northumberland Dragonsbreath so I'll just go ahead and count you in, yeah?

Connor, Kenzi, Sirius, Conrad, Nathan. At the least I expect you lot to be here. Come on then, no need to be shy.

Trust me you'll not want to be missin' it.

...Oh and uh, Quinn. I think I might need help in the kitchen, mate. I'm not sure what the half of this is supposed to do but we've got a lot of food needs cookin' before it spoils on us.

[Yes. Because he spent his ENTIRE STIPEND on food last week.]

The levels here are really funny.
CONGRATULATIONS! You all passed Honesty Mode!




I think the goal was to collect the most secrets, right? So I didn't read it but the post with the most replies that I can tell is that marry-cliff post so the guy that made that and anybody that got everyone to slip up gets these:

[It's too much for him to struggle through typing, but the following comes out almost like a compulsory stream-of-consciousness rant. Connor's voice sounds strained, strangled, threatening tears. It's been building inside him for awhile now, something he's been trying hard to either justify or forget, but it's finally clawed his way out, and he can't stop himself from letting it now.]

I did it. I did what everyone said, I'm the monster they always thought I was. I made Angel disappear and I killed or sabotaged every lead they found along the way. I don't care that they found out, but they never stopped to ask me why, nobody ever wanted to know why I wanted him to suffer. They thought it was just because I hated him, but they didn't know the truth -- and they never wanted to know. All they wanted was for me to be a monster they could blame all of their problems on.

I hate them. All of them. Even my father. Especially him. Self-righteous bastard. He thinks he knows everything because he has a soul, because he's some kind of hero, but I'm the only person who sees him for what he really is. A demon. The soul is a mask he's forced to wear; someday he'll kill all of them and then they'll see.

I was right.

I'm glad I sent Angel to the bottom of the ocean. If he was here, I'd do it again.

[Of course Kenzi sees the latest shenanigans as a way to profit. That's why she's sitting with a notebook and pen at the ready with an excited look on her face.]

If you're a Werewolf and you know it, clap your hands! [Waits for clap.]
If you've got superpowers and you know it clap your hands! [Waits for clap.]
If you have alcohol and you know it and you really want to share it,
with a human, namely Kenzi, clap your hands! [Waits for clap.]

F-Y-I. I love this place!

I know I owe you a lot of explanations. Mostly about the whole "no touching" thing.

I've been a proper bitch about it, but I'm just scared about too many people knowing. A lot of shit goes down whenever someone does touch me, so it's not exactly a pleasant topic. ...Actually, we never really talked about The Storm outside our little shithead group back in Wertham. Skeletons in the closet and all; guess old habits die hard.

Wot I'm trying to say is... you deserve to know.

[The video that turns on sweeps around the produce section first, Creedy's unmistakeable accent, heavy with the Scottish tones he'd refused to lose, starts off with a whistle that trails into a bloody hell. The camera keeps moving, past the fruits and vegetables to the meats. When it ends he turns it back around to face himself, shakes his head a moment and just stares.]

I've never seen so much bloody food. Where d'they get it all? 

Quinn. Get o'er here quick as you can.

[He's got a cart full of can goods and as much produce, fruit and meat as he could buy with his stipend and the cart gets a brief go with the camera before he's grinning again and giving a wink.]

Who wants to join in on a right brilliant feast?  Tomorrow, I think. Never know how long all this'll last. I know the lot of you can't all turn down good food and me special black lable.

[He gives another pause and looks deadly serious at the camera for a moment.]

Quinn. They 'ave honest to real bogroll and tissue here. You have to see this place for yourself, mate.

[Creedy gives the camera a crooked grin, patting his hand almost affectionately on the keg beside him.]

Conrad, No offense on ya, mate. Your alcohol is well and fine for a tame man's tastes, but this here beauty is damn near impossible to beat. I think I'll be callin' it Northumberland Dragonsbreath. Finest... well... don't rightly have a  type of alcohol to call it, but it'll certainly put a dimmer on anythin' you've 'ad before it. Me 'n Quinn 'ave been drinking my special black lable for years and we're still standin'. Well. He is. I'm still not so sure about the whole livin thing.

Well. It could use another week, but here's to you, New Moore. Wherever the fuck this is and whoever is responsible for it. Appreciate the not bein' dead bit.

[He taps out a fifth a glass and takes a gulp. To his credit, the grimace is only barely visible a second when it burns the whole way down and he manages to hold his cough, even if it sounds in the slight rasp his voice takes on.]

Doesn' get better than this.

[Do not take his word for it. Seriously. For your own safety. In the functioning world this deadly spirit is called Pruno or prison wine. It's made of moldy fruit and ketchup and distilled to near 160% proof in a manner of days. Two weeks to prime. It will burn you the whole way down and sink in hard and fast. But if you're clever and tip it back fast enough to keep it from touching your throat too much, or your tongue, you might avoid the taste and the fire that follows it.]

Now all I need is a steel barrel.

[And another five or so days to age it. But who's counting, really?]

I thought I’d start by saying this is going to sound kind of weird but then, I remembered this is New Moore so…

Is there anyone here who maybe knows something about wards? Magical. Not ya know, the sick people in Hospit- Never mind. I'm looking for a...Um. Ghosts. I'm not looking for them exactly I'm looking to keep them away. Far, far away. Or just away enough so I can....

[A moment later.]

Yeah... there really was no way to make that not sound crazy was there?

Okay, okay, just—

[The sound of Scott clearing his throat, and Allison murmuring something, and laughing. If you have the hearing for it: are you chickening out?]

No, shut up. Okay.

[A deep breath, followed by: possibly the most awful rendition of Feliz Navidad you've ever heard. In your life. Seriously, just. Awful. Scott gets the 'Feliz Navidad' parts in alright, but mumbles most of the other parts in Spanish, only to come back strong for the English parts.

At the end of the song there's a lull, and then snickering from Allison, which turns into full-on laughter when Scott makes a pained groan.]

Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas.

[The sound turns off halfway through one of Allison's cackles.]

Merry Christmas, New Moore!

I knew this place was full of some kind of magic. People acted like I was crazy.

Memory loss? And trees and plants everywhere. Magic always causes problems. We're all lucky it wasn't something much worse.

Who: Connor and Aisling
When: Evening, December 9th
Where: Forest edge
What: An overattentive guardian startles a sleeper
Warnings: Possible language? IDK yet.

( In which Aisling plays a hostile alarm clock )

Gosh, I just love this time of year! Christmas is always the best! Getting together with friends and family, getting presents, the snow-

Speaking of which, where IS the snow? I mean, come on. Stupid secluded island captors can give us at least a little bit of snow, right? It's just not Christmas without snow!

Also, I'd like to point everyone in the direction of the newest business in town, Karaokedoki! I'm sure I don't have to explain it to everyone. It, of course, is a karaoke place! It's all ages, so no alcohol I mean come on, I'm 16 I'm not allowed to even drink it yet, am I? Did the age law change here? but there's snacks and lots of fun!

It'll open during Christmas break! I expect to see everyone there!

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!

[Connor looks confused, as per usual, once the feed opens. He appears to be somewhere downtown, having been out exploring as much as possible. There's just one problem, though.]

I know I'm not the only one who's having trouble remembering things. Uh... does anyone else have any kind of... weird powers?

[There's an awkward pause, and he looks down at his shoes as he shifts his weight.]

I accidentally broke a couple of doors off their hinges. And maybe a lamppost. That's not normal, right?

[ The video clicks on, and it's chaos. The device has turned on by being knocked to the ground, and it shows a young woman, apparently in her mid twenties, struggling and fighting against a large group of orderlies and doctors in the hospital. ]

UNHAND ME! HEIMDALL, OPEN THE GATE! [ She thrashes against the group, tossing two of them across the room and into the glass fronted cupboards containing various medical supplies. They land with a loud crash, and the woman is pounced upon by two more orderlies. ]

Sedate her! Hurry!

I will not be cowed! Unhand me at once! HEIMDALL! HEI--

[ And one of the orders manages to stab her with a needle. She struggles a few moments more, and then the phone is kicked. It goes skittering across the floor and knocks into the wall, the screen turning black. ]

[ACTION]

[Loki is wondering around town looking very lost. He had lost his normal attire in favor of a simple green tunic and black pants. Yeah, no helmet. No coat either, but he doesn't seem to be cold.

Some might have seen him appear there, looking wide-eyed and slightly disheveled.

Anyone approaching him will be met with wide eyes. Some might remember earlier that morning a loud bang could be heard from South living area.]

[VIDEO]

[The feed comes on and for a moment is upside down. Loki quickly realizes his mistake and turns the phone over so everything is right again]

Hello, Island of New Moore, is it? This might sound very strange, but where exactly are we and...does anyone know my name?

Finnick, when we get the tree to celebrate the birth of our savior (Katniss), remember we need to get a really dry one. When we burnt it down last year, you watered it too much and it took too long.

Who: Connor and you!
Where: Downtown New Moore
When: Late morning.
What: Connor is freaking the hell out.

[To anyone walking around downtown today, at first glance, Connor doesn't seem that different from any other citizen of New Moore. In fact, all things considered, his clothing marks him as pretty normal. Rather that merely walking, however, he appears to be prowling, crouched low whenever he moves as though it's nothing more than second nature. He jumps, startled, whenever other pedestrians pass him by, and while he stops to peer into storefront windows here and there, the first sign of movement from inside or the opening of a door is enough to scare him off, causing him to bolt for the next store over.

At some point during his cautious exploration, he ducks just inside an alleyway near the ice cream shop, pushing his left sleeve up to his elbow and examining his arm with a frown. There are several holes there, as well as faint streaks of dried blood, evidence of the doctors at the hospital trying to sedate him and being met with struggle several times over.]

This place...

[His voice is a low growl as he talks to himself, frustrated, hurt.]

More demon magic. I'm tired of magic.


[Video, Early Afternoon:]

[The young man on the video appears to be rather unsteady, vibrating slightly as he looks over either shoulder while on camera, having fumbled with it for several minutes beforehand. Technology isn't as foreign to him as it used to be, thanks to Fred and Gunn showing him how to work everything in the hotel over the summer, and video is preferable to text. His writing is terrible. He's never had to do very much of it.

When he finally focuses on the feed itself, his eyes are wide, spooked.]

This hell has computers. What kind of demons live here?