Spinning Compass Network

I don't

I don't know who is here who still remembers me. I've read back over a little. She's engaged. How long did she

My name is Robin Hood. And I was here once before.

Isn't this all too familiar. Blood hell, is the island taking a page from the train now?

Does anyone feel like explaining what the bloody hell is going on here?

Okay I'm bored, it's late, my kids are asleep. Or two of them are, one of them is still messing around with his birthday presents. ANYWAY...

I figure with all the glum around we could use a little fun. This is for the pervy ones out there. Because we could all use a bit of a giggle. This is called naughty numbers. Starting now, until you decide to answer, keep a tally of how many times you have a dirty thought about anyone. Remember the name and how many times. If that person answers this post you put that number down below their name. You can answer more than once, and they can answer you back. Numbers can go up, they can't go down. You can't unthink dirty thoughts.

Man, woman, it doesn't matter. If you want to play, put your name down below. And check back to see if the object of your depravity has put their name down.

And remember passing pervy thoughts count.

For instance, sorry Peggy and Steve, but I've checked Steve's ass out at least twice today. What can I say? I'm a naughty girl.

Remember have fun with it!

Brits- we going to set fire to shit or not?

I should have made this announcement about ten days ago. It's hard to believe so much time has passed already... Anyway:

Robin Malcolm Edward of Locksley was born on October 14th, just after midnight. 12:05am to be exact. He weighed 7lbs 6oz. Though ten days older he's gained a good bit.

Also the older version of him turned twenty-nine. Happy belated birthday, love.

If everything goes to plan, I should be giving birth any time now. I must say, part of me had hopes that Robin would return. That he would see his son, even if it were for a moment. That he'd be here to tell me all is well. He would be here to hold my hand and... help me bring our son into the world.

It hurts my heart to know that neither will know the other. One will only know the other from stories and what has gone down as speculation and legend. Father will never know son. Even though he dreamed of his existence with those of King Richard returning to England.

Don't get me wrong, I do love Hansel. But how do you not love someone else, too, when you've done so the whole of your life?

Oh God not again

Mum, Dad, it looks like I'm here for a while so I need to tell you something, I'm gay...I have already told you once

Alright, so here's the deal with the door. It's opened up to right after the Chitauri attack last year. If you don't know what that is, I'm going to keep it that way. That's strictly for those that do.

What this means is that we can't take things from them. They need the supplies more than we do. All of them. So no looting anything.

What this also means is that I am once again a billionaire with access to all of my money. While I am using a large part of it to help with the clean up and rebuilding of the city, that is going to be just a very small drop in a very large bucket.

I can order supplies. Anything that exists in 2012, I can get it. If you need something, just ask me and I will order it, if I don't already have it. But first, we need to help with the clean up.

Every able bodied person needs to come through this door and help. I don't care if you're 10 or 90, if you can walk on your own, you can help take care of people. Doctors would be greatly appreciated as well. Even if you can only go out at night, there are people working around the clock. I'm not sure how long this door is going to be opened but I would like to help as many people as possible.

Especially since I did some of the damage

So that we can avoid chaos here, please only respond if you can actually help. I need a head count so that I can keep track of everyone when we go through the door.

I don't know what will come of this. But I figure it wont hurt to ask: Would any of the new arrivals belong to me perhaps?

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Connor's Gym and Dojo is now open for business, next to the old service station on Rumsey Street. It'll be open 24 hours, though class times will be up to any instructors that want to teach.

I'll teach swordplay if anyone's interested, and unarmed combat. I know multiple styles, but I generally practice the 'whatever works' style and will teach same unless there was a specific request.

- Macleod

Islanders-

As you are most likely aware, Q disappeared from the island during the storm. He was acting as head of security on the island.

Given the circumstances of recent events, I will be (at least temporarily) stepping down from a security role on the island. I will no longer be armed- although I should warn everyone that my apartment is heavily secured, given that I noticed a few traps had been set off by Deadpool when he was stealing my blankets etc.

I know how Q's security system works, and given that much of it is in my apartment, I am happy to continue to monitor it in more of a desk-based role, and alert those more appropriate to deal with any situations as they arise.

If I could get a head count of who is still around from our original security team, and also the names of anyone willing to join, as well as a list of your strengths.

You can then nominate a new head among yourselves.

I hope this is satisfactory.

- Bond

( Filtered to medical staff. )

Whoever Hansel is, could you please stop broadcasting those disgusting thoughts about that girl? I've had enough of nakedness in my head to last a lifetime. Who is Marian, anyway?

Isn't it funny the things we forget when there isn't someone who cared to keep track. Seems my twenty-fourth, much like my twenty-third, birthday has come and gone without much precedence. Perhaps I am getting to old to care anymore. Or with Robin's death I simply haven't the gumption

At least old 'maid' no longer suits me. At least Vaisey wouldn't have that moniker to amuse himself with, there's that. What would one call an old unwed mother?

I beg your pardon, ladies, gentlemen, of all species.

We have a few very good, and very very intelligent physicians that are both willing and wanting to do all they can to keep us healthy and safe. You can help them do this by donating a phial of blood.

Who can be counted to step forward and help the community as a whole?

I can tell you I have already volunteered.

It seems you and I have a date.

Alright gals, I gave y'all more than enough time to protest. And there were two whole pages of men and women that weren't! So, here is how we're going to do this, fill out the following information:

Name:
Age:
Do you prefer the bids of men, women, or both:
Something interesting about yourself:

This should make the process a little easier:
<b>Name</b>: <b>Age</b>: <b>Do you prefer the bids of men, women, or both</b>: <b>Something interesting about yourself</b>:

I know there's a question that's a little odd, and it's a touch selfish, because I saw a few girls willing to participate that I'd like to bid time for. Not for anything perverse, get your heads out of the gutters, fellas. I just thought it would make the bidding a touch more interesting.

This is what we'll be using to bid:( Bidding System )

I'll let you fellas know when it's time to start bidding. Don't start getting all excited just yet. It is ladies first after all.

Added:
Don't forget to check page two too!

Bidding is now closed! The winners will be announced shortly.

Let me just put this out there:

Love spells/potions are not in any way romantic, funny, or a good prank. Ever.

First, it is stupid and wrong to alter another person's mind.

Second, it is never okay to dream of or force another person to fall in love with someone random. There are consequences, real life consequences to those kind of actions.

( trigger warning: rape )

Third, I have the skills to uncover evidence of mind control, and I do not take it lightly. If you have reason to suspect that you or someone you know is under the influence of some kind of love magic, please call me. If you/they are, I can help - free of charge, because I hate rapists much more than I like money.

[ooc: I closed comments, with mod approval, so the discussion doesn't dissolve into straight up arguments. Your comments are there but no longer visible.]