Spinning Compass Network

Okay. Something's weird.

I feel weird.

Not really bad weird. But weird.

Also I'm glowing? I cut my hand and it's glowing.

[she adds a photo of a small cut on her finger that is emitting a light blue glow instead of bleeding]

???

Oh, gods, oh, gods. It's happening!!

This is Liberty again. Maybe you have different customs here, but I have no idea how long I might be here for, so I'm going to ask this now in case it isn't long at all.

I want to have a child of my own. Naturally.

Is there any man here who will help me? Over twenty, human, no genetic issues?

We can just have overnights and part as friends once I know I'm carrying, I'm not asking for contract, although it'd be nice to get to know each other. I'm from a small colony with very unfavorable demographics and this is probably my only chance.

Okay... Oh, fuck... Yeah, I have to do this...

I think a lot of you hate me for what my Other did, and I hope I'm wrong with that "fact."

But, I have a crazy announcement to make:

I'm pregnant.

As far as I know she is half-Human-half-Axaslearean.. Her name will be Princess(Title) Celeste Margaret Lightheart-Winchester.

Yeah, Dean(Not the Dragon Guy, ew!) and I got together a while back, and I just found to myself to be pregnant. Dr. Redel confirmed it, and confirmed she is a girl. I will be keeping her, and.. Yeah, I'm not really sure how else to go about this.

[Private to Dr. Cuddy]

Uh... Hi Dr. Cuddy, I would hope you can help me otherwise? You're the only medical doctor here, right?

These cars are great. Shocking filthy, obviously, but still great.

[photo looking down on a street in Old New York, showing a couple of the cars Miguel likes so much]

Is there anyone here who would be willing to join me on another excursion into Hell? Everyone's favorite 'Master of the Dark Arts' has gotten himself captured by a particularly nasty demon and is currently enjoying the hospitality of Hell's torture pits. I refuse to leave him there, and I gather a number of you wouldn't be content to let Constantine rot there either or at the very least some of you owe him a rescue in return.

I'm looking for at least two people to join me, combat experience or magical skill would be helpful but primarily I'd ask that you have the nerve to face hell and perhaps strength enough to carry John if it should come to that.

[Private to Gen]
I was right about him wanting to fix past mistakes. I didn't get a chance to see him myself but John is alive and still has his mind. You're welcome to join me if you feel up to it but getting him back won't be easy.

( Filtered from kids (Richie can still read this, even in his tiny kid body) )

I can’t figure this one out at all. There wasn’t even a countdown this time.

Is anyone else here? Audrey? Vax? Raven? Gretel?!

Where the hell am I?

I have consulted the calendars and I have discovered that tomorrow is Palm Sunday. I realise that Mr Hume is no longer present, and that I am no clergyman. Still, I should like to mark the occasion, and so I will be making use of his multi-faith prayer room, if anyone wishes to join me over Easter week.

( Prayer times )

Thereafter, I shall recommence Sunday morning and Wednesday evening prayers. Even if you are not Christian, Mr Hume was very specific that this was a place for people of all faiths or no faith, so please do use it whenever and however you please. This is simply to let you know when there will be someone else there if you wish to pray or read together.

Thank you.

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, for the last two weeks that the door is open I will be serving Maryanne's heart attack burger, in Mitchell's Pub.

It won't cause you real conjunctive heart failure, Dean Winchester named it that.

You can find Mitchell's Pub here [location]. There's booze, and greasy food, and music, and rooms to climb up in to sleep it off.

All this in celebration of Miguel O'hara's first year here. Ya'll come on down!

[A photo of the sign beside an archway in the room of doors. The sign says "Destination: Home? Time: Before it stopped. Summertime."]

It only goes to the Island! Fucking hell. And it's not all cold and gross and shit like before we left. It opens into the room of doors on the Island, and then outside is the city.

Oh, the door's at [exact location]. And we've got it for a month.

I would like to openly apologize to anyone that I might have made uncomfortable in the past. If I have said or done anything that you didn't like, I apologize. It was completely unintentional.

Please feel free to tell me if there was a problem or if there is one in the future. The last thing I want to do is make people uncomfortable.

I thought I'd share the newest edition to our little family, here on the station.



My beautiful granddaughter, Beth Anna Rogers was born on the 18th at 5:46 pm. She's a little chunky monkey at 8 lbs 12 oz.

Ladies and Gentlemen, can I have your attention?

Do I have it? Good, good.

I figure we're due for another grand party, wouldn't you say? We've had a lot of pretty damn good things happen lately. (Sure some shitty things too, but I'm trying here okay?) People have woke up from long ass naps, people have returned to the family, the ghosts are gone (still don't know how the hell that happened but hey), couples are always good fun, and babies are about to be born. It's the Steves birthday! And for my fellow Americans, it's the celebration of our Independence.

So what I propose is you all bring your asses down to the big park on wheel three, and I'll cook up some steaks, hamburgers, and homemade hot dogs. Yes I've got the meat handled. Sides and desserts too. I know people, or people know me. Don't ask, I have my ways.

Everything is taken care of, so all you have to bring is yourselves and maybe a blanket or chairs, and of course those kids. Furry or not so furry. Get there around noonish and after. It'll be by the water because what's the 4th of July without swimming?

So Wednesday, July fourth, starts at Noon, ends when all the food is gone or whenever you guys want to call it a day.

I don't want to state the obvious here, but it probably wouldn't be an bad idea if the people who are 'asleep' got set up like they were coma patients. It's been a day, and they're still sleeping.

I don't like this

I'd like to think that the sleep and the ghosts are two different things, but. But I'd like to know where all the people are, even if they stay in the same place.

I think it's time to start offering activities and fun down at the bar and lounge! I always ran regular events and they were such a smash. I hope you'll enjoy them as well!

To kick off, because there's always enough love to go around and never enough in our lives...come to the hookah lounge next Saturday the 21st at 7p for speed dating! Whether you're looking for forever or a best friend forever you should join us. There will be drinks, snacks, and of course plenty of hookah. I stocked up on all of the BEST with these doors open.

Other future events will include trivia, karaoke, paint and wine, and game night!

Can't wait to see you all there!
xoxo

Rachel had an idea to make a list of who's still awake and who isn't. And I thought it was a good one, so I'm stealing it.

I'm awake and I know my other self is awake. Who else is up?

(Ooc: Posted the day after the majority of drops is gone.)

I have enough. I'm done with this place. I'm getting out of here. Whether it seems impossible or not. I an no slave.

If someone is trying to make me fat. I'm okay with it.

I woke up to this delicious aroma coming from the hall... It was a magic pie. Whoever left this pie, thanks. It was good.