Let me tell you a story

[vivatsomnum]

A man was invited to a grand banquet, but was turned away for wearing rags. So home he went to don his most beautiful robe and then return. When the soup was served, he dunked his sleeves into the bowl, and said, "Eat, my robe, eat

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[ambuscades]

I remember seeing that story somewhere -- a folktale, isn't it.

What do you intend to do now, sir?

[vivatsomnum]

Yes. Nasreddin.

Perhaps I will stay.

[ambuscades]

Ah. Is that what you meant by being "something the castle cannot dismiss?"

[vivatsomnum]

The Castle cannot dismiss me... nor can I leave on my own accord.

[ruined_jaw]

[Here, have a Jono. He's not wearing his mask (it seems to be random, the times he chooses to wear it or not), and he's looking at Dream with a sort of amused curiosity. He's been listening to your story, and sees the symbolism for exactly what it is.]

{This place often seems t'bite off more'n it can chew. Still, I doubt it woulda brought y'here without some sorta purpose.}

[Supernaturally aware Jono is not, but he's spent enough time around Delirium to recognize something unusual when he sees it.]

[vivatsomnum]

[ Dream turns to look at Jonothan with eyes of endless space. There may or may not have been a twinkle in some far reaches of the universe contained in them. ]

Intent is not the prerogative of all.

[ruined_jaw]

[Never one to dwell upon the details of another appearance, Jono simply shrugs.]

{True, but rarely does Paradisa bring someone 'ere without reason. We jus' don' know what that reason is yet.}

[vivatsomnum]

The Castle is a most curious host.

[ He places a finger on his chin, contemplating one thing or another. ]

It seems to require payment upon our arrival.

[elementoflol]

If you want a really fine robe, you should talk to Rarity!

[She missed the point of the story entirely.]

[vivatsomnum]

Perhaps I will.

[ He doesn't mind at all. ]

Can I look forward to another of your parties, Pinkie Pie?

[elementoflol]

Oh wow! You know my name, but I don't think you've been to one of my parties before...

[vivatsomnum]

I have seen the ones you dreamed about.

[teds_up]

[You find a tall, white-haired man dressed in all white standing in your lobby. What do you do?

> Stare. That's a lot of white, right there. And that hair.]

[vivatsomnum]

[ Dream notices the arrival though he doesn't turn, one finger on his lips as he continues to contemplate the Castle. ]

Theodore Evelyn Mosby. How fares you?

[teds_up]

[Ted hadn't even been in the castle a full week, so to say he wasn't expecting that was a bit of an understatement. In fact, he is now pretty creeped out and uncomfortable.]

Who are you.

[vivatsomnum]

[ The man seems pretty rifled about being called by his full name, when Dream only meant it as a sign of respect. Still, he supposes it is normal to fear something unknown. ]

I am Dream.

[onlyanapple]

[Dictated over the journal, enjoy a guy who doesn't dream, dude]

Quite full of our title and/or clothing, aren't we?

[vivatsomnum]

On the contrary, I have lost my emerald.

[onlyanapple]

An emerald, hmm? Well, people tend to lose things here. It's the price for room and board.

[vivatsomnum]

I do not believe I know you. Have we met...?