GODDAMNIT WHY AM I EVEN TRYING TO POST THIS MY FINGERS ARE COMPELLING ME TO GO ON IT'S LIKE I CAN'T STOP SPEWING FORTH EVERYTHING COMING INTO MY HEAD AND THERE'S A LOT OF STUFF IN MY HEAD THOUGHTS AND IDEAS AND MATH AND SCIENCE AND DERAILED TRAINS OF IT LEFT AND RIGHT

DEAR GOD SELF, SHUT UP

I'LL TRY TO KEEP THIS SHORT AND SWEET EVEN THOUGH SHORT AND SWEET HAS NEVER BEEN MY FORTE WAIT WHY AM I WRITING THIS IN CAPSLOCK HOLD ON

Better

yes

good

okay

class canceled until this is over and i can actually talk and filter myself like a decent human being oh who am i kidding i'm not decent i destroyed a solar system and i will be hiding in my room possibly covering my own mouth with duct tape for the duration

3.141592653589793 pi to 15 places good keep reciting pi actually a real pie sounds good

GOODBYE I'M GOING NOW

Oi, New Moore.

Let's play a game!

SHAG/MARRY/CLIFF
or
FUCK/MARRY/KILL
whichever you prefer, really.

You answer completely honestly and then leave your own triad and everyone else answers you and we fuck ourselves over for the conceivable rest of eternity.

Look, I'll even make the first one easy: Ramona, Shepard and that shifty forest bint, Aisling.

Ha. Ha. Ha ha ha. Making me lose my memories again. Oh, you're funny, New Moore, uproariously funny. This is some sort of cosmic punishment reminding me that I need to prepare for these things, yes? That I need to keep on my toes and stop growing soft? Or is it just your elaborate idea of a joke at my expense? Ha. Ha. Look at me LAUGHING SO HARD.

Text to the Once-ler

I hope you don't mind my plan to thoroughly check every nook, cranny and strand of tinsel in the apartment for hidden caches of mistletoe. I'll put it back as I found it.

Added later

Also, my name is Rodney. Please ignore the alias my amnesiac self used.

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!

HA! Now I know this place is screwing with me. Not that I didn't think it before, what with the whole "suddenly appearing with no memories and no idea who or where I am and a vague sense of deja vu" thing. I finally started looking through things in this apartment I'm staying in since, hey, nobody's come to claim it, so I assume it's mine. But I found some papers and documents with my smiling mug right on them saying my name is Meredith.

Who in their right mind would name their son Meredith, I ask?

Uhm... is what that man said true? That we're not real? I don't wanna believe that...

Misato-san? Are you here? Is this some sort of training for NERV? I wish you would have told us if it was! Misato-san?

Ayanami-san? Asuka-san?

Father...?

Is anybody out there...?

[Rodney's voice sounds more refined and calmer than usual as he speaks. And yes, he is misunderstanding the idea of contracts.]

I urge anybody considering a contract to carefully consider the terms and conditions. Seek legal advice if you are able, and if not, for God's sake, read the fine print before you sign. It would not do to have any legal messes.

WHO: Castle thebestseller, Beckett themuse, and you!
WHAT: It's Beckett's birthday, so Castle feels like she needs a little fun and decides to throw a party for her. The fact that she doesn't know about it is just a bonus.
WHEN: Backdated slightly to November 17th
WHERE: The conference room at the precinct
WARNINGS: Everyone on the island is invited, so please, feel free to show up and mingle. There won't be any alcohol, as it's at the police station, unless someone brings it, but then you might get arrested for disorderly conduct, oh, my...

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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.

I suppose I'll be chaperoning at this bloody dance, then?

[Oh, Arthur, stop it, you love dances and parties, don't even lie.]

Well, as they say, keep calm and carry on. Sodding hell.

So... anybody know if all the stores are going to have candy at a discount tomorrow?

I mean. I want to know purely for curiosity's sake. Not because I am a glutton or anything, certainly not. The sugar helps me when I feel a little faint, you see.

What manner of job opportunities are there on this island? I assume most of us do not have all of our credentials we may have had back home, if we were fictional, previously. So, what does that mean... as far as job applications go? 

Makes it just a hair difficult, filling these out, I am finding.

Is the crime wave over? Can I get back to actually teaching my students again? Yes? Thank you.

Students, our sailing physics project is coming up. We're going to be building boats out of cardboard, yes indeed! I've posted a link to the instructions on Chitter, but I'll have printed copies as well. Don't worry, there won't be any seasickness involved. I hope.

Well, students, it appears that the month of September is mostly a wash as far as homework goes. I've decided not to penalize anybody who hasn't been able to turn their assignments in due to network glitches or the whole... being a pirate thing. After all, I got it just as bad as the rest of you did. However, "the network ate my homework" isn't going to work as an excuse forever!

I've got something fun planned involving the physics behind sailing inspired by that little adventure, so look forward to it.

Well, that was... bracing, and a rather unwelcome "blast from the past", I must say.

I don't think I'm going to miss the parrots. They were annoying enough the first time.

I trust the island has righted itself?

[ or in person. either or ]

Okay. This is the place. [ no. this a not musical number. ...yet. ]

Thanks to our not-at-all-terrible navigation, we're here. I need a volunteer to help with a little reconnaissance mission. Besides Mister Tuna, who I know is going to volunteer on his own just to get off the ship.

Now, I want to play nice with this island because it has what we need on it and last I checked these are ships I should- SHOULD - be on good terms with due to lovely business. So! Don't do anything stupid enough to ruin that or I'll make furniture out of your bones and let people sit on it and have lovely dinners. I don't want to have to repeat that 'poison-the-entire-water-supply' thing.

We can make big on this one.

Ї'vє вёёи тнє vїcтїм оf тоо мaиу jокє$ то вєlїєvё тнї$. Ї caи тнїйк оf моґє тнaй З мїllїои pєоplё тнaт'vё киоши Ї'м яёal тнёїґ щноlє lїfё. Tнї$ ї$и'т a gяёaт тїмё fоя $їllу тнїиg$, plєa$ё! Pцт мє Ьacк.

Ї caй'т єvєй ґєad щнaт Ї'м туpїиg, Ї яёallу dоцЬт уоц'll вё aвlё то ёїтнёя. Ї'м $оґґу, вцт Ї caи'т fїж їт, Ї'd lїкё $омєтнїиg єl$є то cоммцйїcaтє шїтн plєa$є! Tнё Cуґїllїc ї$ jц$т їй$цlтїйg. Tнє воldїйg ї$ jц$т aииоуїиg...Caй $омєоиє моґє тёcн $avvу нёlp щїтн тнї$?

[OOC NOTE: I am leaving it optional as to whether your device is hijacked! Also, for easier reading purposes, Rodney's dialog will be in blue.]

[There's some static before some peoples' screens are hijacked with what looks like someone filling out an official form of some sort on his tablet, though only part of it is visible]

NAME: Title- Dr.
First-
Middle- Rodney
Last- McKay

ADDRESS: East 302, New Moore
PHONE: 555-ZDPM
E-MAIL: dr.mckay@newmail.net

[The cursor hovers over the first name field before a click is heard, and an error message pops up:]

ERROR: First name field blank. Please enter your first name.

[Rodney's voice then groans out in protest.]

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