Spinning Compass Network

I can't feel...Eywa! Please! Lead me back to you!

Hey, Bryn!

[Photo of a door she'll find very familiar]

We got a door to your place again, for a month. It opens up into your office, again, and it's winter in 2022 out there. Enjoy!

DOOR!

It's at [location on Wheel 3], and it's going to "Un château en Alsace à l'été 1783" for the last week of July and the first week of August, so we've got it for two weeks. I only looked in, I didn't go through, but that's one hell of a fancy big room it goes into. Chandeliers everywhere.

Adam and Belle? I think it's yours because I watched that movie with little Izzy a lot.

Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?

Is Jake here? Marta?

This feels like a dream still, Jesus Christ.

So... uh, the date is all wrong. And the contract list looks very different.

Where is my stuff?

This might sound strange, but I suppose the bar for what is considered strange is set high here.

Has anyone ever gone home without physically leaving this place?

Now, I'm pretty sure that the logical answer is 'crazy fever dreams', but I just can't shake the feeling that these things really happened. They feel like memories, not dreams. And yet I can't have gone home, not really, because someone would have noticed if I'd disappeared from medbay.

I don't know what I want anyone to say. I'm just curious.

Um, you guys, I may need more help on the farm. I think I'm stuck.

(Sookie has her phone's camera on a black spaceship in the hanger, near her family's ship. As she talks, she walks around it, showing it from different angles.

This is awesome.  It's mine.  It speaks to me in a way that's hard to explain and I speak to it too, yeah, again that's hard to explain.  Does anyone want to take a ride in it?  Kelan?  Uncle Jake?  Sarah?  It's bigger on the inside, waaay bigger.   It has its own jumpgate generator too, so we can go far, very fast.

I guess the station wanted me to find out if blondes have more fun.

(ooc: if interested, I put a note in the plot post to explain what's happening with Abigail. I might do this for other characters too).

This is some bullshit, right here.

Well, I'm back I guess. Seems like it's been a while.

For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm Neville Longbottom. I'm a wizard, I specialize in herbology (plants) and it'll take a few weeks to get everything back in order, but I have a lot of medicinal plants in my greenhouse and have gotten a bit of potion making down. So I can work with Dr. Cuddy if you'd like some more options for medical care.

I also have some edible plants and teas. My home and greenhouses are in the park on wheel one, stop in any time.

To whomever was using my sitting room as a clubhouse: I've replicated it and moved your things to the new one, it's just on the other side of the pond.

P.S. Thank you to whomever has been watching over Ruby, he's now found me again

Kaltxi! Does anyone fancy having a bonfire tonight or tomorrow night? I've been going through all the Pandora plants and getting any dead stuff gathered up, and there's enough that'd burn that I thought we could have a bonfire with it, make an evening of it. Not in the Pandora part, I ain't that dumb.

AJ? You got anything that could be burned?

I'm just going to come out and ask this. How is everyone else not awed by the fact that there are gods - literal gods - on the station with us?

I have worshipped at many altars, and the way I came to understand it was that the gods were beyond us and that when I prayed on the eve of battle, the Lady of War did not mind if I called to her as Inanna or as Venus or Freyja or Saint Joan. The same with all the other gods and goddesses in their own domains.

Now I hear that Thor and Loki are here. Does that mean that countless other peoples were wrong, and the Norsemen right?

This is a space station, isn't it? What planet does it belong to, and why am I here?
How did you even know about Rica, and why did you pick me?

I've never met anyone from another planet before. I saw someone in the corridor who didn't look human. Are they not, or do they just have very strange genemods? I was told some people had resources to waste on those before Breakaway, but Breakaway is a century downstream from me, or maybe two. Maybe you don't call it Breakaway here. I don't even know who won. Are you still paying taxes to Earth? Cardea said that was what it was all about.

We've got a new door, people. It's in the food court, in one of the empty diners. The sign says it's going to Paris, France and the dates are June 7th to July 3rd in 1832. The door says "Musain" on it.

[Photo of the door and sign]

I didn't go through because I didn't think Paris, France in 1832 would be all that okay about a Na'vi showing up, but Laura went through to check where it ends up. Wherever "Musain" was, it's been blown up, and pretty recently, and there's people milling about outside.

Enjolras? Adam, Belle? Is this your door?

I've looked everywhere else so I might as well ask the masses. Has anyone seen where I put the rest of my "Tawtute clothes for Na'vi" stuff? I've got tee-shirts and shorts which are great for when there isn't snow. And yeah, I know it ain't the cold snow yet, but 'yet' is the important word there.

I don't want any of the shoes or boots, though, so if you find those (or know where they are) you don't need to tell me about them.

Hello space comrades.

Tommy has got me very well up to speed (thank you for that) so I thought I should introduce myself now that I'm more convinced I'm really here to stay and this isn't a trap


I'm Robert Langdon, human, 2021, which are details I would've never thought needed to be clarified.

This is tiresome. I am tired of being sent to strange realms. I want to go home.

I do not expect that any of you will be able to assist with that request, so perhaps you will aid me in a smaller one. I do not wish to live in a suite of muggle rooms powered by muggle electricks and with a view of open space that reminds me how perilously close I am to certain death.

Is there a real house anywhere? A house alone, preferably in a field of real grass? I am not in a position to be demanding. A cottage would do. Even a barn. I do not know who owns the land here, such as it is, but I can pay in the muggle dollars.

So, I guess this is a thing, right?

Hi everyone. Peter Parker here, and since a trusted friend told me secret identities aren't a thing, I should let you know I am your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.

Uh... I can't wait to meet all of you!

Is anyone any good at making clothes? Na'vi-sized clothes.