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: The 11th Doctor, Charles, and eventually Jenny. If anybody else want to wander into the TARDIS as well, you are free to do so.
What: The Doctor is lost in the TARDIS, scared and lonely, while his mind attracts Charles' enough to lure him in as well. Jenny will have to rescue them.
Where: In the Tardis, duh.
When: Backdated to the start of the event, at least for the Doctor.


The Doctor woke up alone in a strange room. Or was it strange? ... He couldn't tell. His surroundings were imposing and unfamiliar. He looked down at himself, trying to gather his thoughts.

He was dressed... well, he had no standard of comparison. It looked fine to him, and the cloth tied around his neck... that was comforting, for some reason. Good thing, too, because - come to think of it, he really doesn't know who he is. Well, that... is pretty disturbing.

All right, no good dwelling on that, now. Why does he feel so sad, though? Did something happen?

Ah, no use. He can't remember anything. "Hello? Hello, is anybody there?!" His voice echoes and disappears quickly. He would try to find an exit. That would be best.

Half an hour later, he's beginning to despair of ever finding his way out. Where was this place? Wasn't there anybody else here? Maybe... maybe he is all there is. He has some sort of concept of other people, way in the back of his mind, but they're always ephemeral and fleeting. Somehow, they never last.

He falls to the ground as a sudden and crushing wave of loneliness beyond anything he's prepared to handle sweeps over him. He thinks there must have been people here, once - otherwise why would he be so lonely now?

He curls up for a moment, trying and failing to get a hold of himself. He's wracked with loneliness and sadness, curled up and sobbing on the ground, and throughout it all he has no idea why.

 South 403 is mine now.  Everyone just stay the Hell away, and there's no reason for anyone else to get hurt.

I was at this party last night, and we were alright then, but now some people are acting really weird... Can anyone come over and help? Is there a doctor somewhere here?

[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.]

[At first the screen is dark and all that can be heard is a boisterous voice on the other end.] Oooii, how's this thing work?

[And then as if the camera was covered all along, suddenly the bright face belonging to that same voice appears, upside-down. Oh dear, someone doesn't know how to hold a smart phone.] Wait a minute! What's me face doin' on the thinger there? Why's it upside down?

[He tilts his head at an increasingly absurd angle, before the environment behind him is upside-down as well, as if he flipped himself over to see if that would fix it.] Now everything's all whoopsie-daisy!

[Shit, he dropped it. He picks it up and turns it over so everything is facing the proper way. Except him. He's still upside-down, but he appears right-side up on the network.] Agh, this fiddly little thing's too much. Gimme an old fashioned camera or a video screen or sommat anyday!

[And then his consternation gives way to a wide, sunny grin.] So anywho, if there be anyone out there list'ning! I'm Jin! Pleasure to meetcha. Those healery-types were sayin' something or other about how I used to not be real, but now I am I guess, an' now I'm here an' I gotta learn how to be part o' normal society. Pah, I say! I know plenty how to be part o' normal society! I ain't never been more adjusted in me whole life!

But! I got a very important question fer anyone what can hear this - if we're all not-real but real and stuff, does that mean we can see ourselves on a video screen? Anyone ever given their lives a watch? Cause I know I got a lot o' things I wouldn't mind watchin' again. On...the other hand, I'd imagine there's a lot o' things I wouldn't want anyone else to be watchin', either.

[The video turns on and a rather disgruntled Loki is staring at the screen]

Just because I am featured in your silly little legends does not mean I am fictional. Now if you will excuse me, I will be taking my leave of this place. I have a realm to conquer and some revenge to exact.

[The video turns off, but comes back on a few minutes later. Loki is now looking rather disheveled and very upset. His voice is low and seething with rage.]

What mage dared to tamper with my powers?! Show yourself immediately and undo whatever foul enchantment you have me under or face my unending wrath!>

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?

Who: Jack and his rescue team
What: Some whiny baby feels sorry for himself.
When: Midnight, of course.
Warnings: Crappy writing and probable violence.

( Never will you dream with your head on your pillow of thorns and sheets made of sin. )

This is Officer Jenny requesting immediate backup to the north alley on Fifth Street. We have multiple hostiles engaging myself and Shepard. Civilians are clear. I repeat. Immediate Backup to Fifth Street.

Who: Jenny, Shepard and Open?
What: Protecting civillians
When: Sunday evening
Where: All over New Moore
Warnings: Character Death

The NMPD had split into pairs to help protect the residents of New Moore, non-fictionals and fictionals alike, from the sudden influx of monsters. Jenny was paired up with Shepard as her partner and the two of them patrolling the inner city, protecting who they could and taking out whatever monsters they could take down.

Jenny's mind had been on Jack, and trying to help figure out where he might be and how they were going to help him. But right now, many more people needed her help, and she was sticking close to Shepard as the patrolled. Already she could count at least 9 markers of the Silence, and it was disorienting to feel the heat of her gun and not remember firing it, whenever they lost sight of the creatures. But she had listened to all of her Dad's warnings and she was keeping her eyes on anything that moved, and anything that looked like it might move. So far she was just relieved they had not run into any of the Weeping Angels. Because it was hard to say what they would do against them.

As they passed another dark path between two buildings, one of the non-fictionals stumbled out of the darkness, shaking, then straightened, looking confused as to their actions.

"I think we've got another one, Shepard." She nodded her head to the alley, putting a hand on the young man's shoulder and instructing him to go inside and lock his doors until the sun came back up.

Who: Timothy Gregor and all who come to rescue him
What: The search for a kidnapped child
Where: The intermixed fictional/nonfictional elementary school
Warnings: Possible crime scene.

Summer days and the most deserted buildings in New Moore are the schools. It's an eerie sort of place in the summer. The halls empty and silent. Last years posters hang forgotten in the halls. Empty rooms full of books and clay and tiny desks. Through the entire building there's a dead silence that weighs on the air, heavy and nearly tangible. The sort of silence you only encountered in forests after gunfire.

[NMPD Scanner Channel]
Officer Jenny, following up on the phoned in complaint about the smell. We've got another body. Send the coroner. No medical team required.

[Audio Post]
I think sometimes I can understand why people say working on the Police force can be a disheartening job. It feels great, helping people. But when you can't, or when you're too late to do anything to stop it... it's a bit harder to think about all the great things we do for people. Sometimes it just starts to feel like no matter how hard you try, you're always a step behind the bad guys.

[Private - Nathan]
Are you busy? Think I could stop by, tonight?

[Private - Ramona]
I don't think I'll be at the apartment for the next few days. I'll send you a text when I plan on coming back, but other than that, the place is all yours.

[Private - Jack]
Can we talk?

The camera shook to life and it looked as though the device had fallen to the ground from being shaken off its perch on the bedside nightstand. It clattered to the floor while something large and black passes its view. Once it does pass, it reveals the room, with the window wide open, the full moon's light filtering through the glass to light up the interior. All around the room were large claw marks engraved into the walls, as well as ripped drapery. The bed itself was not in good shape either.

Suddenly there was a loud roar and the dresser in the room was thrown across the view of the camera, crashing against the wall with a large claw mark, like in the walls already, across the back of it. Off screen, there was the sound of heavy panting and footsteps. Soon the same black figure stepped into view. It walked on all fours and faced the window, large ears folded back as its lips pulled back to expose large fangs. With a growl, it looked over its shoulder.

( Cut for image )

In one swift bound, it leaped through the window and out into the city of New Moore. The last thing that was heard of the creature is a low rumbling howl that seemed to shake the camera. The feed ended soon after.

Okay. So. It is officially summer, punks. All the tourists have gone home and it's getting hot as hell outside. So the big question on everyone's mind is... WHEN'S THE BEACH PARTY!?

I was thinking next weekend if that's enough notice for people to pack up some booze and find a cute swimsuit.

Thoughts?

Who: The Eleventh Doctor and Neo Team TARDIS
What: The Doctor is in the hospital after the march
When: Backdated to the 16th
Where: New Moore General

( And then it was just the waiting. )

[The Doctor's voice and expressions are very cheerful at first, but they get more urgent and serious as the speech goes on. At the end, he is confident and inspiring, making you want to believe him, whether you really do or not.]

Okay, the nurses have finally let me have network access again.

Hello, everyone! I'm the Doctor, I was shot a couple days ago, but I'm doing just fine now.

More importantly, what happened to me is NOT a justification to use force. If we keep on this path, we'll just be fighting each other, like I said. And that will do nobody any good.

Besides which, while I have no proof of anything, I do believe that Ms Romanoff did not intend to shoot me. My friends, I ask that you take no retaliation on her or any of the other law enforcement.

We can escape this island if we work together. But it may be a long and difficult process, and so we must focus and channel our anger and frustration into productive pursuits.

Please, work with me. Nobody has to get hurt.

[Private to Erik//high timelordy security.]

I know what you did, and what you are doing. I'm giving you this chance. Refrain from any more violence, and I won't be forced to oppose you. Please - we should be working together.

All hands on deck.

Hope you don't mind missing your lunch breaks tomorrow.

New Moore Police -- effective immediately, your weekends and vacations are cancelled, and we're all on emergency overtime. Report into the station ASAP to get your new schedule. Something like half our new arrivals -- and we have a lot of new arrivals -- aren't showing up in the hospital. They're popping in on the street, and some of them are a little upset.

New arrivals -- the Four Saisons Hotel is offering free room and board, plus orientation brochures that probably won't make any more sense to you than they did to me.

[Locked to Kaylee]
I had a really good time the other night.

[Locked to Jenny]
That was a dirty trick.

Thanks.

[ Hey, New Moore. Have a blonde, who looks confused, but not really weirded out. ] S'not where I meant to go. Hullo? Can anyone hear me? I'm looking for someone called the Doctor.