Spinning Compass Network

[Text is send the morning after this]

Hello, Steven. I met you in the food court last night. You were not yourself. Are you okay?

Good morning.

Let me thank the gentlemen who assisted me on the day of my arrival for your kindness. I wish I could say that my mind is less troubled on this day than it was on that that one, but unfortunately, I cannot. I have spent my time since then with your history books.

They are wrong. Wrong in many particulars, from the great to the small. Pretannica is 'Britain' and Gaul is 'France' and the wars are protracted or shifted or simply not as they should be. The dates are wrong, all across the past millennium. Places are wrongly named, and many august personages either are not mentioned or are said to hold the wrong offices. On a more personal note, the great city of Calleva, near which my family has its estate, in your books appears to have disappeared when the Romans did.

Further, I cannot find a single mention of telekinetics.

The similarities, however, are numerous and uncanny enough that I cannot simply say that I must be reading about some other planet, even as I learn the nature of this place.

What would you make of this?

- C. Leyton

I apologise for the delay in posting, but as you can surely imagine, it has been a difficult time. However, I did want to offer an introduction to the world you will find through the door.

A few words of caution first.

Ladies, please do not go without an escort, or a weapon that you are not afraid to use.

There are many pickpockets about, so be wary and do not flaunt any wealth unless you seek trouble.

We are in the midst of a cholera epidemic. I believe there is now a vaccine, and effective treatment available. I will leave the medical staff to advise on this point, but do not drink the water through the door. It is contaminated. (Can we do anything about this without changing the course of history? Educate?)

I have spoken to a number of you about formulating a plan to help the people of Paris following the recent uprising, and I also want to offer my sincere thanks to those of you who have already offered, or are actively helping.

The building you first enter was a stronghold of the Revolution, and it is important that it is rebuilt as a symbol of resistance. The blood has been cleaned, and some volunteers are working on clearing the rubble. We need to replace the ceiling of the first floor. I would like to hire some locals to help with this, and pay them accordingly for their labour. Offering honest work is better than charity. Anyone willing to act as site foreman for this? I am happy to act as translator if it is the only issue.

When the people rise again, and they will, they will need better weapons. We cannot give them anything not yet invented, but we can help stockpile weapons and ammunition of the time that the common man cannot necessarily afford. They will also need field medical kits.

Hungry people have no fight in them. When we can reopen the Musain, can we find a way to feed people without it becoming a riot? I'm open to suggestions. On all these points.

I will be staying in Paris, but I will remain in contact. I can also find apartments for anyone else who wishes to stay.

I went through the portal. The grief and loss here is overwhelming. These poor people. I can understand their anger only too well.

I am new here. When you see misery like this in a world not your own, do you interfere?

[Coffee shop owner Bucky]

I might stay here for a few days. It feels familiar here.

Hello. Would anyone like a cruller?

(During this episode https://asylums.insanejournal.com/spinningcompass/1356774.html )

Has anyone seen Steve? Normally I wouldn't worry, or ask, but this isn't the first time he's disappeared.

May the fourth be with all of us today! I almost missed it. Being a mom keeps me busy.

this door should never close

my arne is here and my beautiful sigrid and my husband my sven

look at them

[a photograph of a very tall blond man outside in the village, crouched down to talk to a little blond boy of about six, and with a younger little girl with hair like Astrid's sitting on his shoulders. They're all looking at something the little boy is holding, probably a frog.]

Hello, I am Wanda. I have arrived here some days ago. Please, tell me in which way I can contribute to the community here.


[Steve & Thor]

I apologise for not contacting you sooner. I needed some time. But I have been glad to see you are here, my friends.

No food in the cafe today.

Help yourself to coffee.