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thank you for the invite !! and i accept !!

i'm gonna enjoy looking around your "establishment" !!! and you made me with your kind words !!!

you look very beautiful too

Matthew.

Hrun likes

Hrun takes money and puts in pouch.

Hrun also takes the expensive drapes, two gold goblets, one of the handmaidens and the litter trays.

"if the cats are properly house trained then they will have to come to me and then..."

The place looks great! You sure know how to run a fine establishment.

My entourage of Taltaran warriors (a gift from her matriarch, Thora) take action at the barbarian's looting.

An epic battle ensues with Hrun just barely managing to keep his head.

I enter from my boudoir wearing a sheer peekaboo gown and undergarments.

"Lord Hrun, if you will return the items you have pillaged I will grant you a weekend's stay at the Dreamerteria with all the food, mead, and handmaidens you can enjoy."

"And, if you're a very good boy, I'll see about getting your helmet spit and polished for you."

Welcome rtvu2. Any dream you can dream is possible in the Dreamerteria. Merely express it and it shall be yours. But be careful for what you ask

Thanks to that electric erudite, Lightning Lad, I've decided to redecorate the 'Teria.

For inspiration I found Edgar Allan Poe's poem, Dreamland , circa 1844:

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE–out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters–lone and dead,-
Their still waters–still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains–near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,–by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth–and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis–oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not–dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

THE END

Of course, there's still free creds at the casino, Taltaran amazon security, plenty of booze, etc. But, why not take a classy joint and class it up?

What a great place! Wish I had stopped by earlier. As a housewarming gift here is a first edition copy of The Raven and Other Poems, containing the first printing of Dream-Land.

Never let it be said that the Legion are a woe but this should be on the sign above the door.

Thank you, Scott! I will treasure this *hugs*

I proclaim Lightning Lad an honored guest of the Dreamerteria, privy to all her pleasures.

Gosh!

Can I take a nap here without getting funny drawings on my face, unlike in SHAKES?

The renovations are going great, Miss Terious!

Even a few days into the Dreamerteria's opening, you're already trying to improve! I like your spirit.

IB, they were just trying to make sure you woke up with a smile on your face! Even if it was a forced one.

I can't match Scott's gift, but in my travels, I've dug up a pristine, original 45 of Satchmo's "A KIss to Build a Dream on."

In honor of Dreamerteria and its hostess, I bestow this gift.

Welcome IB - feel free to curl up anywhere, my darling. But, remember, dreams walk among us in the 'Teria.

Thank you for noticing my ch-ch-changes, Future.

And, Kent. As if you aren't gift enough. Thank you for the musical treasure. Perhaps we could take a private conference and you could explain 'External Affairs (tm)' to me, darling.

Hrun stands, panting after all the exerction.

"That was a noble battle fair lady. Tis to give thanks for the joy of battle that I shall return the items mentioned. Now is there some where I can get this large helmet polished."

That's my specialty, Hrun, dear. Follow my guard to my boudoir and I'll take care of your large helmet, personally.

Hrun picks up the guard and putting him under his arm smiles and says

"you just tell me where to go, and I will just leave your head attached to its body"

After a tedious climb up the grand staircase, Hrun finds himself in the mistress' boudoir. Several anterooms lead to the main room - quite spacious and draped with luxurious silks. Soft, beguiling music lilts in the air. And the air, itself, is lightly perfumed. The floor is covered in a rich, luxuriant carpet that feels like the softest down.

There is a large circular bed in the middle of the room and, upon this bed, sits Miss Terious. I am wearing a stark white 'kimono style' robe, gathered around my sitting form. My hair is sculted upwards into an exotic style and, though I am wearing makeup, it is not in the 'Japanese' style.

"I bid you: join me, Hrun. We will discuss possibilities, as is my area of expertise. And, oh, yes, bring your helmet."

No.

<Watching from hiding in the tesseract system Stoopid cat waits until Hrun has his helmet in hand to strike... A quick slash of razor sharp claws>

"ARRGGGG!!! My helmet!"

Miss Terious dives out of the way expecting a furious battle to erupt but Stoopid Cat is gone and the tesseract entrance has vaanished.

Nice ambush, SC. Now what are you going to do with that helmet?

Ms. T, do you mind if I join you in your quarters? I was hoping I could give you a massage with this new technique I've learned.

When I'm done rubbing you down, I'll find something to eat...

I leave Hrun and his slashed helmet to be tended by one of my staff.

Joining Cobie in one of the antechambers, I am flattered by his generous offer to tenderize my roni.

"I foresee a tower unto iron and its eventual collapse - AFTER many hours of fortitude and the eventual ejection of its properties."

Join me in this sleep chamber, Cobalt Kid, and will discuss the intricacies of my divination.

Looks like everyone is "sleeping" here. I'll continue my rounds.

Mm, this chamber is pleasant and gentle.

Let me probe your intricacies as deeply and delicately as I can...

d'oh!

hey Cobie!

watch where you're probing!

some of us are trying to stay as nirvaneous as we can here.