Spinning Compass Network

It is entirely possible that I may have made an error in judgement. In my own defense, I was left unsupervised and I have a history of very poor control over my impulses.

I think I'm going to have to quarantine myself.

My twin sister married her very dull beau around this time of year about a century and a half ago. I am, of course, the kindest and most considerate of brothers and chose not to celebrate her nuptials with a simple pre-written card conveying my well wishes and general fondness for the happy couple. No, my messages were far more personal, mostly including puns that might cause my sister to shout in frustration so loudly that I might hear her even though we were continents away.

As, for obvious reasons, I cannot send her my regards, I have decided to inflict a pun upon you all. This was dear Evie's favorite, I know because it always had her howling with laughter. Or perhaps she was howling because I ducked when she launched her shoe at my head. No matter, enjoy with my compliments:

"Why should a candle-maker never be pitied?"
Because all his works are wicked, and all his wicked works, when brought to light, are only made light of.

Ive seen a deal of gaiety through out my noisy life
With all my grand accomplishments I neer could get a wife,
The thing I most excel in is the P. R. F. G. game,
A noise all night in bed all day, and swimming in Champagne.

For Champagne Charlie is my name, Champagne Charlie is my name
Good for any game at night, my boys, good for any game at night, my boys,
Champagne Charlie is my name, Champagne Charlie is my name
Good for any game at night, boys, wholl come and join me in a spree.

Right, so, Christmas? I assume, given how many of us seem to come from the same place, that it is recognized as a time of celebration here aboard the station. Are there any plans or local traditions of which one ought to be aware?

Well, given the circumstances of the last couple of weeks, I'd like to share with you all something that might help you get your mind off of it.

I present to you:

The Gentlemanly Reeve Adler

Special thank you to Jacob Frye for the idea.

I know we all mourn in our own way... But I would like to celebrate the men that are now gone from our community. Would anyone like to join me? Or shall I do it alone?

Discovered a new rule to live by: Never trust anything that doesn't die when you shoot it in the head.

If anyone could enlighten me as to just what in blazes happened I would appreciate it. One minute I am here in my flat, the next I'm in a crypt with an undead man who unbelievably has an ego double the size of my own. We're subjected to puzzles and upon completing them I allow him to talk me into going through a portal. Thankfully the portal led me back here, otherwise, I would be very cross. Though without some sort of explanation, I might decide to be cross anyway.

So... That was a really really long nap. How's everybody doing?

Alright y'all, I know the wedding is still hopping over there but it's PRIDE month too and I'mma be loud about it for a few minutes, because that's half of my personality, and because in some alternate universe I was not, and that is just sad. Normally there is a party for this, but I think most of us are partied out.

Things here are pretty great, all said and done, but I know not everyone is from here and sometimes the shit you need to hear isn't said. So, as the resident disaster gay, I'm just gonna put it plain and simple: it doesn't matter if you're not straight. Literally doesn't matter. If anyone makes it a thing I would call them an asshole but those are more fun and it would be an insult to asses everywhere. You have every right to be who you are and if anyone wants to fight me on that I will sic an angry Eddie on you. He is very loud and talks VERY fast and it is terrifying.

My friends, might any of you know where I could get my hands on a crate or even a basket of oranges? I do not wish to drive down supplies, but if we could spare around ten or perhaps even a dozen, I would be incredibly grateful.

I have an odd request: Many humans offered their blood to me last time and the response brought me to tears. Are there any nonhumans that would offer the same?

Here is why I ask: A friend brought up the idea that I do not have to outlive everyone, that my 'immortality' could go away, for the lack of better words. Another seems to think this may end my life, but brought up a loop hole when I told him of the way I know of to remove my vampirism, to stave off of human blood. And I hope my self-loathing will be enough to open a door close to the time before I killed my Master so that I might do it again.

The reason I need to feed, and can't just go without blood all together, is I will lose selfcontrol. I will be come a ravenous beast, and that is not something I ever want to be, let alone on a floating island.

For those of you that are finding out about my vampirism this way, I am sorry. I did intend to be more delicate with it but opportunity did not present itself.

I am tired of being repulsive. I'm tired of outliving everyone I love, but I am not ready for an unnatural death.

Would anyone be terribly offended if I dubbed the station Texas?

It has been suggested that if one types words into this box everyone else with a device may have the ability to read and reply. Is this correct? Please forgive me if this is a blatantly obvious question, all of this wonderful future technology is very new to me.