Who: Avengers and pals
When: Christmas day
Where: The Avengers Tower
What: Christmas party! Feel free to mingle, steal away with a particular someone to open presents privately, smooch under some of the mistletoe that's creeping around the building, drink too much eggnog, or whatever you feel like doing. (Steve get in here, we're going dancing.)

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!

[An irritated voice greets the network:]

What's going on now? Is this fictional thing some sort of bloody joke? It isn't funny--not one bit.

[A beat.]

Stark? Colonel? Is anybody out there?

So... Steve's birthday is the fourth.

Anybody up for throwing the little guy a party?

Agent Carter
Agent Peggy

Peggy-

Some of the residents are planning a beach party at the end of next week, and I was wondering if you'd want to go with me like to join me were planning on going want to go.


Captain Rogers
Captain America
-Steve

I've had crazier parties.

[High Security - Jarvis patrolled link: Avengers, Bucky, Peggy]

So, we're keeping an eye on this one, right?

Oh, and as it turns out, the Banks here are suckers generous.

[Coordinates to an empty building in the city go out to each of their phones]

Say hello to home sweet home.

All right, listen up, everyone!

I understand how everyone feels about being trapped on this island. I don't like it either. I'll be marching with you to address the wrongs that have been done to us.

But given the island's history, don't expect too great a response. In fact, it's very possible the people who we know as representative of the government on this island do not themselves have the power to leave it - that power may be held by their superiors, whom we have never even seen. Given their attitude toward us, they may not care what happens to anybody on this island. So demonstrate your discontent, but don't get too disappointed if it doesn't work to your satisfaction.

Moreover, do not let this march turn to violence. Everybody's angry and frustrated, but nobody has to get hurt, and if this does get out of hand, the people we'll be hurting are not the ones who deserve it. In fact, we are most likely to be fighting each other, and we have no more right to harm anybody on this island than the people we are protesting do. If we do that, we'll be playing right into their hands, and it'll do none of us any good.

I'm the Doctor, the oncoming storm! I will march with you, but if this gets out of control, I will have to stop you. I don't want to have to do that. But I'm not going to let anyone get hurt if I can help it - not now, not ever.

A warmest welcome to the sudden influx of new residents to our fair city! I'm Castle- as in Richard Castle, the author- and it's lovely to meet all of you.

I work at the Hoarders bookstore if you are in need of entertainment. Or someone to chat with- I'm good at that, too.

[No, Castle's not desperately looking for someone who recognizes him, why do you ask]

[Peggy is used to finding herself in strange situations, though this might be the strangest yet. She's supposed to be at the Stork Club, waiting for Steve even if she's almost certain he won't be there, not here wherever here is.

She wanders the city, trying - and for the most part succeeding despite the fact that she's dressed for a night out on the town - in looking like she might belong, hand never straying far from the slightly oversized purse and the pistol hidden inside.

There has to be some sort of logical explanation for all this. Though, at the moment, she can't think of a single one.]