Owner	Pose
Donna Troy	There had been a castle in the dream. A great hall with columns of pale stone carved like trees reaching up to a vaulted ceiling that resembles a forest canopy, tall and slender windows of stained glass, showing pastoral scenes in brilliant colors that spill out across the marble floor as sunlight streams in, great tapestries of intricate floral patterns.     As is often the case with dreams, there were things the dreamers knew that they didn't know why they knew. That there had been some kind of a great festivity here recently was firmly in mind, yet there was no sign of any such party. No detritus of the celebration, no empty cups, no mess; more that the silence somehow seemed to echo with music long gone, and the sense of emptiness was so profound that surely it must have been preceded by something equally full of life.     In the middle of the hall there had been a table, bare but for four items. A sword, a spear, a block of stone and a large silver bowl sat haphazardly on the the burl-patterned wood. These too seemed, in some strange manner, empty. They looked like treasures, but they felt like corpses. They were cold to the touch, and the loss of what should be there had been felt as keenly as if a friend was gone.     At some point in the dream, a man had entered the hall and spoken some words. Those words had been lost on waking, but they'd left a trace. A memory that stressed the importance of ensuring those four treasures on the table, and the danger in allowing them to remain empty and alone.     And a memory of stars.     "I had the weirdest dream last night," Donna had said to Caitlin as they sat at the counter in the main room, getting some refreshments after a training session. She'd only got a few words into describing her dream before it started sounding awfully familiar to Caitlin. It didn't take long for the pair to determine they'd had the same dream. "Could this have something to do with the Wonderland thing?" Caitlin had asked. "Those two beings who we struck a deal with, one of those was Oneiros, right? The sender of dreams or something?"     A message had gone out on the general T-Com channel. <<Hey, anyone else have a strange dream about a castle and four treasures last night? Meeting in main room if you did.>>
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin blinks twice in surprise at Donna's question, looking out the window that sits over the Titan's big sink. "No kidding?" she asks. "Was there a guy in there with something *really important*, but it was all--" she looks back over at Donna and mimes a mouth near her ear. "Mawp mawp? Like a Peanuts cartoon?" She dries her hands and walks over to the SnackyShake(tm) dispenser to pull herself a large pour of the protein-rich snack. She's dressed as casually as she ever is, comfortable in athletic shorts and a matching lime green support top, with her hair loosely pinned up at the back of her neck. "If so, then yes, that's *definitely* some Wonderland stuff. Where's Mike at lately? That seems like it's more his area of expertise than anyone else's."
Jinx	Jinx makes her way out. It's morning. Coffee is needed. But she has something on her mind. A very strange dream that is sticking with her, persisting. And dreams that did that - well, she was taught to pay attention. They usually meant something to those with the magical touch. She slaps her t-comms down on the coffee table and grabs her laptop where she left it last night. The comms buzzes as Donna sends her query so naturally Jinx misses it. But she starts searching the internet for 'sword, spear, stone, silver bowl' ... and hmms. "I had a weird dream last night," she says casually retreading the words already spoken by Donna and Caitlin having completely missed or possibly just ignored them. "And dreams often mean something."
Irie West	Irie always has weird dreams, but not weird in this way. Usually her dreams are about cars or fast food, or nightmares about her shoes constantly falling off. (Told you it was weird.) But this? This is a whole new thing entirely. When she gets Donna's message over the T-Comm she immediately goes to meet her in the main room.     There's a flash of yellow and red and suddenly Irie is there, waiting her turn at the SnakyShake dispenser. "Yeah. It was weird. My shoes didn't even fall off. You're thinking Wonderland? That would make sense."     She turns to Jinx and blinks at her. "They do? I thought they were mostly just random firings of neurons, for the most part. So what does my shoes constantly fall off even //mean//?"
Kian	Shared dreams are nothing new to Kian: when you sleep with telepaths, they're the norm.     Shared with people you're not actually curled up with, that's another matter entirely.  Kian radio's back, "Castle... a big stone building with four towers?"  The way his voice echoes, he's obviously already in the open shaft, so when he pops out into the common area scant seconds later, it's not going to surprise anyone.     "I dreamed something like that last night, yes," he explains as he collects himself a tumbler of iced purple sugar water.  "I was enjoying flying around the towers, and even inside.  It was a sensibly built structure.  I..."     He trails off and glances at Cait.  "I remember a voice, it sounded like English did before I learned English.  Like there was meaning to it, but I didn't know what it was.  And the dead altar in the middle of it all."     He shudders, feathers fluffing out and then re-settling.
Emiko Queen	Emiko Queen had been going through her morning prep routine when an odd message was over the comms. A few minutes after Donna's message Emiko walks into the main room. "So," is her first response as she does, "is it suppose to be more reassuring or more horrifying that the same people had the same dream like some kind of shared hallucination?" She's not questioning that it happened. You deal with all kinds of weird crap in the vigilante game. It's the unclear meanings behind it that are going to give people the heebie jeebies. "Yeah. Mean stuff. Why can't they be more clear about it?"
Kaida Connolly	"It's not wonderland related." Kaida says, casually sitting on top of the fridge with a snacky shake beside her. One of those looping, spiralying silly straws having made it vastly easier for her to slurp the drink from its plastic home into the abyss that is her stomach. She does just that, pulling a large amount of the stuff from there into her and then casually kicking her feet.     "It's not weird enough to be wonderland and lacked the same feel, smells, or sounds. I know, it's a dream, but..." She trails off and looks into the distance, "Well, we all had it and even people who were never in Wonderland appear to be having it." She gestures with a toe toward Jinx and then back to Donna, "I really doubt Wonderland would casually reach out to her no matter how purple her hair is."
Nick Drago	There were likely different types of reactions to the dream last night. Confusion. Curiousity. But for one Michael Hannigan it was more of a grumbling resignation. "...It's going to be one of those days." But at least this dream wasn't some dimensionally trapped child using the thin walls between dreams to use him as an answering service again. So- There is that. The text message that came later made it clear it wasn't just him. Using his ability to cut down on travel time, the figure of the purplish black raven pops into existence at the tower. Considering the presence of another he had been warned about from a previous communication, in bird form he remains. Also with the number of persons present, it takes up less space if his perch is nothing more than part of the frame of the sofa. He glances over to Emiko as she brings up concerns about them having the same dream. "Shared dreams are more common than you think." The raven states, "When you have a sufficient amount of people with the same ideas gathered together, they can last for awhile."
Garfield Logan	"Yeah, I had the same dream. Didn't like it very much," Gar says, padding into the room as a tiger, a large yawn following before he goes into a deeeeep stretch, forward and back, his tail flicking irritably. Initially, he listens to the others describing what they remember, watching and studying their body language. "Remember, we promised to do some things for that weird gothy dude and his sister or whatever. When got them to save Wonderland."
Donna Troy	Donna replies to Jinx with an arched eyebrow and a speculative expression, but no immediate response in actual words. Instead she looks back to Caitlin, eyebrow still arched, and smirks slightly.     Jinx is in for a shock.     People gather pretty quickly, and Donna puts on a pot of coffee and pulls a few more snacky shakes from the fridge as people gather. As one of the people gathering is Irie, she pulls out some ice cream too. At this stage it's basically Pavlovian.     When Mike joins the gathering, she greets him with a wry smile and "You too huh, Mike? Well I guess that probably settles it."     She nods her head at Kaida. "Not just Jinx. I never actually went to Wonderland either if you remember. Nor did Emi."     Donna returns to her seat as the coffee brews, and raps her knuckles on the counter for attention. "Right. My guess accords with Gar's, but not everyone here actually knows about that. We seem to have all had a shared dream. That doesn't happen by accident. So a little bit of history for you.     "Last year, the Titans got involved in Wonderland, which for those of you who don't know, is a real place. The end result of it was that Wonderland was going to die, and we persuaded some very powerful beings to ensure that it didn't. In exchange it was agreed that the Titans, as a team, would owe those beings three favors. I think, given that one of those beings is Oneiros, the lord of dreams, that this is one of those favors being called in. Any questions so far? Or any guesses what the dream was about?"
Caitlin Fairchild	"It was about--" Caitlin cuts herself off, deep in thought and with a pensive expression. When she looks up, it's to see that a GarTiger is stret-c-h-ing out in arm's length with those big ol' claws. The redhead jolts minutely with instinctive surprise before she realizes it's green. "I think that there were some things that needed.... uh, I don't know. Homes? Remembering? I think one of them was a sword, but I can't remember the others," she admits. Caitlin gives her shake a violent, superspeed rattle to blend it a bit more, and uncaps it to chug down several hearty gulps of her preferred post-workout snack.
Jinx	Jinx shrugs her shoulders at Irie, "Do I look like Harley? Probably means you're afraid of losing your powers..." She looks back down at the laptop and twists her lips. She raises an eyebrow as she looks at Kaida, "It's pink. Purple is completely different." Her eyes follow Gar as he pads in. A tiger. She presses her lips together a moment and then shuts her laptop closed decisively. She scoops up the t-comms and checks the one message from Donna. Delete. "Shared dreams. Pretty ominous. This one seems like it was rife with symbology. Even the-" She concentrates a moment, shutting her eyes as she tries to recall the details. "The marble floors. Tapestries." Her fingers dance through the air as if stroking the pattern. "I'm going to go to the library. Guessing at dreams always goes wrong." Not just 'a' library, but 'the' library. The one with magical books of all kinds and varieties. The one that Jinx was summarily banned from years ago for her evil acts and deeds. "Anyone want to come along as a character reference? I expect resistance at the door." Either way she's on the move. It seems that she's taken being 'looped in' quite well. Possibly because she managed to twist Bart's metaphorical arm enough that he admitted that in his future, she was listed as not just an ally of the Titans, but a member. She's been stewing on that for days. She hates having to stew on yet another problem - this dream worm is in her head it's not going to leave her alone until she's figured it out. After all - this is adventure and she rather likes adventure.
Emiko Queen	"Right, I wasn't on that mission," Emiko replies, accepting a snacky shake from Donna as she passes them out. Considers the matter. The Titans were a very diverse team. Who was present now was just a small portion of but a very accurate display of that. She takes a seat. Takes a starting taste of the shake. "I'm far from an expert on dreams, but if this was an intended messsage, they must be reaching out to people looking for specific skills or capabilities. That would be the most logical reason for those of us not involved before, to get the dream message now." Jinx says she's going to do research, which gets a nod from her. "Good idea. Guessing isn't a great way to proceed with abstract concepts."
Irie West	Irie looks thoughtful. "A sliver cup, I think. No, wait! A bowl!" She says this as she retrieves a bowl from the cupboard to scoop some mint chocolate chip into it. "Yeah. I'm sure a silver bowl was one of those things. And a sword? Some kind of weapon. It's all fuzzy."     She considers Jinx's explanation. "Hrm. Maybe. Losing my powers //would// be pretty awful and frustrating. I'd have to run barefoot! And slow!" Oh, the horrors. She starts shoveling ice cream into her mouth. "What do you think Dream wants?"
Nick Drago	When his actual name is used to greet him the wings of the raven lift, mimicking a palms up, 'why?' gesture. But Phantasm shakes his head. "Let's be honest. The moment you texted 'weird dream', why wouldn't I come or at least call? But yes, I did get the dream, and I wouldn't be surprised if Dream is involved. It's not the first time he's done that. As for details, I just sketched them out when I woke. General practice when I get a dream that's not one of my norms now."
Kian	Kian naturally gravitates towards Gar, settling in to scritch between green tiger ears.  "We did promise, didn't we?  Well, then, what did it mean, and what do we do?  Swords and spears mean nothing to me.  Well, there are some traditional sports with spears dropped from above at targets.  And I don't know what you make of stone blocks and silver bowls.  They haven't much traditional meaning to me.  I preferred the columns and lofty vaulted ceilings and the windows... and... and I can't really remember what they looked like other than that they had colors and patterns."     He gives Irie a thoughtful look.  "I used to think I would like nothing more than losing my /rhy'thar/.  Now... I don't know anymore."
Garfield Logan	Sensing Caitlin's initial surprise - it still works sometimes - GarTiger passes and lightly bumps against her, tail angling in her direction in the process. A light bump from a tiger could still knock the average person over. Caitlin's not the average person. Following this, heads over to Kian and nudges at his hand with a big paw, met about halfway by the Akiar. 'Scritches!' he seems to say with it, planting himself in a seated and upright position. "And the stone. Did someone mention the stone?" he asks. "They were all cold. I touched them. It felt like..loss."
Kaida Connolly	"Purplish Pink." Kaida says in response to Jinx and then shrugs and grins before looking over at Donna as she speaks. She considers the words before looking to Emiko and then letting out a sigh. She casually stands up, hefts her drink and tosses it up and over the edge of the fridge. A moment later she is on the ground, faster than the speed of her falling drink and catches it. She then tosses it up on to the table, repeating the little dance.     "As far as messages go, it's dumb. Honestly, these 'Powers that be!' types are all really terrible in their message making. I'm sure that there's some kind of grand rule that says that those who are all powerful have to be terribly mysterious but it's still dumb." Kaida then looks around and tilts her head.     "If you can hear me, it's stupid. Your sister made more sense and I'm pretty sure she's the embodiement of not making sense."
Donna Troy	"'Remembering' feels about right to me Cait," Donna agrees. "Loss, yeah," she adds with a nod to Gar.     Donna's rather surprised at just how well Jinx seems to be taking being 'looped in', but that's not a discussion to have right now. Some clarification is in order though. "I think we'll find out that everyone on the Titans had the same dream Emi," she says. "Or..." she glances to Jinx's retreating form. "To be more specific, everyone who Lord Oneiros deemed to be part of the team. Let's not try second-guessing that thought process. Or indeed insulting beings that are older than the gods, Kaida." Donna winks at the mouse.     "If it worries anyone that they've been roped into something they didn't know about, the way I negotiated this thing is that the favors are owed by the team as a whole, not by the individuals who make up that dream. Which means that we, as a team, have a responsibility to try to... well solve this problem, or whatever it is. But just like any Titans mission, you aren't individually required to take a personal role in this. So long as the team tries, we're fulfilling our end of the bargain.     "So, we've got... a mystery castle, some objects that are lost or forgotten, so presumably we need to find them, I guess. Or remember them? Unclear at this point. And between us we seem to be remembering a sword, a spear, a block of stone and a bowl or cup. About right? Then I think I can make a guess. Enough to start up some research, anyway. Those four items together occur in Celtic legends as a common motif. Like the sword is Excalibur, the stone is... the stone the sword was stuck into. The cup is the holy grail. The spear... I don't remember the spear. If I remember right the oldest version is from Irish legends, where they are the four treasures brought to Ireland by the Tuatha de Danaan..."     "Correct," a voice says. "The four treasures of the cities of Falias, Murias, Finias and Gorias, brought to... awk!"     Standing by the door, suddenly encaged behind bars of magical fire, is a tall man with elegant if somewhat soft-features, wearing a long red tailcoat, black velvet pants and leather boots buckled with silver. "This is not very friendly, I must say," he states, blowing on his fingers. "Why is there a cage of fire?"     Donna shakes her head. "Cait, why does it never occur to anyone that a place that has been inhabited by a sorceress for almost a decade would be heavily warded?"
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin throws her hands up in fond exasperation and smirks at Donna. "Of /course/ it was the treasures of the Irish Tuatha," Caitlin echoes with a tone that suggests it's patently self-obvious. "I don't know why the rest of us didn't think of that first." She goes to take a sip of her drink, mouthing 'Nerd!' at Donna before grinning and uptilting the bottle. She almost spittakes when one of Raven's wards triggers, and her first instinct is to move quickly to put herself between the character and the rest of the team. Not that she has any great idea about how to handle the stranger, but Caitlin is arguably the tankiest member of the Titans when it comes to sheer absorption of punishment. "Yeah, remind me to never give Raven a hard time about the wards again," Caitlin asides to Donna-- but she keeps her green eyes laser-locked on the intruder. "There's a cage of fire because this is one of the most heavily warded homes in the world," she bids the man in a level tone. "And we don't like drop-in guests. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
Irie West	Irie grins at Kian as she's busy shoveling ice cream into her face. "Yeah. Having powers when everybody else have powers too isn't so bad, right? You get to do all sorts of stuff together!"     She seems to be just as surprised by the cage of fire as their unexpected guest is. "Awk!" she echoes, suddenly on her feet in a fighting pose. "Who are you?" she asks. "Are you friend or foe? If you're a friend then you should probably knock first, and then I could have offered you some ice cream, but since you didn't I won't!" So there.     Her eyes skate to Caitlin and asks in a whisper, "What's the Tuatha?"
Nick Drago	Older than MOST gods." The raven mutters. He sighs, flipping off of the sofa frame to elongate and become a shadow of a man, and then, the actual man. But there appears to have been a hitch-hiker within the form as he holds what appears to be sheets of paper, likely torn from a sketchbook. despite all the movement earlier, they appear to be devoid of any wrinkles or folds. Mike offers the sketches over to Donna, each of them depicting one of the four items. In the margins are some notes regarding coloration, wear, and tear. "...I find details are best immediately after waking and they fade the longer you wait." Hearing the new voice, Mike turns, listening to the descriptions, head tilting at one of the names. "Fae?"
Emiko Queen	"I agree. It's annoying it's not clear, especially if they're looking for help." Emiko huffs, making the longer portion of her bangs flutter briefly. Takes another chug of her snacky shake. "Loss. Isolation... or concealment." Farther thought on the matter is interrupted. Then she smirks a bit. "For someone reason people seem to forget to anticipate traps," she quips.
Garfield Logan	The green tiger turns with a growl at the intrusion, the uninvited visitor immediately 'caged' in fire. His initial reaction, once the surprise has passed, is to glare and pointedly ask, "How did Jareth get in here?" This can't be coincidental. Gar's tiger time comes to an end, morphing swiftly back to normal to reveal casual clothes, rumpled as if he'd been sleeping in them or hastily threw them on upon awakening. "Let me guess. You know something about the dream. So go on, talk. Or are we gonna have to jump through a bunch of hoops and do some crazy stuff first?" He makes no offer regarding getting rid of the cage. Not like he can.
Kian	"Well, yes," Kian says simply, "we had to get Terry out of there.  So any price was worth it."     Okay, Kian may have had more reason than most to want to see Terry freed from his burden.  Or at least a more personal reason than most.     "What are the Tuatha?  That's not a word I've learned yet."     He spins on one foot to stare at the intruder, one hand automatically going to his temple.  "I don't know those places.  Can you explain?  I know we owe a debt for freeing Terry, but please make it clear what we need to do."
Kaida Connolly	"I'll sass whoever is deserving of sass. Fifty years old or Fifty Billion years old, makes no difference to me!" Kaida nods and puts her hands on her hips before looking over at the new arrival and blinking. She then suddenly has her sword in her hand like a flash when the ward activates and someone walks through into it. She then blinks at Gar and rolls her eyes.     "Not every person dressed in fancy finery is the Goblin King come to steal your babies." She points at him, "Also, this guy is not nearly as well dressed or suave as Bowie." She looks then at the Fae guy and then gestures at him with her sword.     "Friendly welcomes are for people who use the door. Only mice people are allowed to come and go as they please. It's a rodent rule. I don't make them, I just abide them." She nods her head.
Donna Troy	The figure in the cage bows his head to Mike. "I am indeed," he replies. "And I was invited!" he tells Irie, haughtily. He gestures towards Donna. "She called me when she named the Tuatha De Danaan, our forefathers."     "Bull," Donna replies, taking the sketches from Mike and looking them over. "You may have taken that as an invitation, but if I'd actually invited you, you wouldn't have been caught in the ward." She studies Mike's sketches, pointedly ignoring the man for a few moments. "You know how these things work," she concludes.     The man in the ward sighs a little, listening to the others. He inclines his head to Gar. "I do indeed know about the dream, and can explain," he says. "And I suppose I must introduce myself to you. I am Lord Merrihew, seneschal of the Seelie court..."     The man turns around. His back would be facing the group, except that on the back of his head -- there's another face. Oddly it's as if he had a whole other head there, because this other face appears to have its own head of hair to go with it. While the first face was framed with thick black locks, this second is surmounted by a dandelion puff of thin white hair. While the first face was full, jovial, and florid, this second face is bony, arch and pale. "...Whilst I am the seneschal of the Unseelie court, Lord Bezote," the second face says in the same voice. "We have a joint... problem. We approached the Lord Shaper for aid, and he suggested you may be able to help." Bezote narrows his eyes at Kaida for a moment, then turns around to reveal Merrihew again.     "You see, our two courts are at war. Have been for a very long time. The Four Treasures are held by the my court, and the Fae of the Unseelie court attempted to steal them. Now they are lost to both our courts."     Merrihew turns, and Bezote speaks again. "One of the lords of the Seelie, I do not know which, cast a spell upon them to shield them from us. The part of them that makes them what they are is no longer visible to Fae." He smiles a somewhat creepy smile at Emiko. "Concealed, indeed. A good guess. Only mortals such as yourselves can locate them. And as long as they remain missing, the whole of Fae feels their loss."     He turns, and Merrihew speaks again. "The Lord Shaper declined to involve himself directly in our affairs. But he has agreed to involve you. We believe you owe him some service. Find the Four Treasures for us."
Kian	"Four treasures... the sword, spear, bowl and block?  Or are we not that fortunate?" Kian asks, quite directly.  "I mean, that's what we saw in our share dream."  Shared dreams are not to be questioned.  They happen.  The contents, though, are another matter entirely.     "And can you point us in a direction, or are we on our own?  I for one would like to know where to start.  Without that, the universe is a very large place."     He leans on Gar and scritches, cat or not.
Emiko Queen	Emiko Queen pauses in sipping her shake when the man introduces himself, then turns around to introduce a second self on the back of his head. "Okay, no offense mister, but that's weird even by the standards we usually deal with." Another pause. "I mean the two faces thing." But he impression of isolation and concealment seems to have been right in some degrees. "So the fae can no longer interact with the treasures. So they need someone else that can to find them. And we just happen to owe some important someones in the matter a favor. All makes perfect sense now." Not really, but more sense than it did before.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin tilts her head towards Kian at his question, still focused on the interloper(s). "They're elves. Or at least, a kind of Fae. This guy is specifically a part of-- representative, of, the Courts. Amaya told me about them. Winter, and Summer." She watches him guardedly for another moment, then turns to look at the Titans. "Don't accept any gifts from him and don't make any deals or promises. Be very careful of everything you say, because it can be twisted and used against you. But as long as you aren't dealing with them, they can't compel you into serving them." Caitlin, also, does the assigned reading. "Lords... Seneschal," Caitlin says, looking back at the man(men). "You say the Lord Shaper-- do you refer to the ruler of The Dreaming?" she asks him. Because it wouldn't be at all unlike the Fae to *imply* they're collecting on a proxy favor without outright saying it as true...
Irie West	"Woah. Freaky." Irie breathes when Merrihew turns around to reveal Bezote. "So, like, when you eat, which mouth do you feed? Do they go to the same stomach?" Speaking of which, more ice cream is eaten."     She glances over at Caitlin and draws out a, "Uhhhhhh...." Hopefully she didn't just bind herself to the Fae just by asking silly questions.
Garfield Logan	"Dude, just saying a name once isn't enough. Haven't you ever seen Beetlejuice or Candyman?" Gar scoffs, rolling his eyes while being his generally usual self. "In fact..WHOA, it's Professor Quirrell! Not cool!" That rather quickly took him out of his thoughts, which probably weren't all that deep in the first place. Turning away, he says to Kian, Cait, Kaida, whoever's closest by now, "Could one of you tell me when he goes back to not looking like a White Walker? Eyes in the back of the head is one thing, but that?" He shivers. Brrr! The voice change gives it away, at least. "Fae, Unseelie..gotta find the treasures. Well, cool. Why don't we just call up Lara Croft and get her to help? I don't suppose you're gonna tell us where we should start looking? Or what dangers shall befall us if we roll crit fails?" His arms cross, though there's a brief curling of fingers and toes at Kian's continued scritching, no matter the current form. Maybe a barely audible 'mmm.' Caitlin's warning leads him to rub at his face. "Well, it's a good thing Vorpal's not here right now, isn't it?" But he is, and so are others who might have to be extra careful.
Nick Drago	To the confirmation of being Fae, Mike gives a nod before turning his head ever so slightly to hide the full view of his face. This lasts all of a few seconds before he turns his head back to look to the pair. No...highly unlikely they'd know. But he doesn't speak, instead he listens and parses together the general gist of the assignment, letting others take the focus away.
Kaida Connolly	"That's just weird." Kaida just states and then blinks, "Did the other one just give me a look?!" She asks and looks at other people before she slides her sword away finally and shakes her head. She just shrugs and looks over to Kian as he speaks and kinda sums it all up.     "First of all, Irie asked a good question that probably should get an answer but if it were answered, that'd be a choice made by the person answering it and as such could not be perceived as a gift or an agreement as no one is forcing said being to answer. Two, Kian asks a good question but also if the person answering chooses to answer than again, that's their choice. Three, Caitlin makes a good point and we should all be careful to not make deals with the fae so I don't end up having to stab them until they make a deal with me to stop stabbing them."     Kaida shrugs and nods before pulling a large gulp of snacky shake through her straw.
Donna Troy	Lord Merrihew gives Irie a look of distaste. "We are Fae, mortal. We are not bound to such gross material questions as you humans are." He turns to nod his head at Caitlin. "The Lord Shaper, Morpheus, Oneiros, Dream. He has many names. I talk of the Lord of the Dreaming indeed. Did you not dream of the Seelie Court, and the Four Treasures? Did you not get the impression of the Lord Shaper's eyes? We are not so foolish as to claim his favor unless it was indeed agreed. He saw the logic of our request -- for our realms to fall into chaos would cause problems in his own domains he would prefer not to deal with."     Merrihew turns, and Bezote takes a turn, responding to Emiko. "Succinctly put," he says. And then to Kian: "In essence, yes. How exactly you perceive them is not clear to us. The Four Treasures, or rather their physical forms, remain in their place at the court, but the essence that makes them what they are is gone. All we can say is that they will be found in your mortal realms, and that they are profoundly /themselves/. Whatever form they take will accord to their natural essences. A sword of power, a spear of might, a cauldron of plenty, a stone of kingship. You must locate them and find a way to return the true essence to the Fae realms."     He turns again and Merrihew speaks. "To be precise, return them to the Seelie Court."     Bezote reappears. "Not necessarily. It is vital they are returned to the Fae realms. The rest is..." he cuts across the air with his hand. "Details. Not your concern."     Merrihew again. "I cannot say where to start looking," he tells Gar. "However whichever Seelie Lord it was that cast the spell will know more. So far none have admitted they cast the spell, but asking them would be the best place to start. In a week's time, at midnight, we will be holding a masked ball at one of our former palaces on the island of San Marco in Boccalama, in the Venice Lagoon. I extend to you an invitation. Come, ask questions, and see if you can learn more there."     Back to Bezote. "I would not mind seeing you stab a Seelie Lord or two, Lady Mouse. But be careful, they may give you much more than just a look." He gives her a bow and turns.     Merrihew extends a finger, tapping at a fiery cage bar then pulling his finger away rapidly and shaking his head. He shrugs and turns his gaze across all assembled in the room. "You are right to be wary of us," he says. "I shall meet you at the palazzo door, in a week's time, and I give my word that I shall give you every warning you need to obey to be safe at the party when you arrive. You must bring your own masks, though costumes can be provided without incurring any debt or fee. The rest I will explain then."     He inclines his head in a deep bow, and then turns. Bezote gives an insouciant salute. "Farewell then," he says. Lord Merrihew -- and Lord Bezote -- vanish.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin stays right where she is until the Seneschals leave, and then she exhales a long, slow breath and forces her muscles to un-clench. "Nerts. That really puts us under the gun," Caitlin remarks. She turns to look at the other Titans. "Fae, also, can't lie outright. It's just something about them, but it's immutable as stone. That's why they talk like lawyers, it's to make sure they never make promises they're beholden to."
Kian	Kian shakes his head.  "Why can nothing ever be simple?" he asks, although he seems to be asking it of all reality rather than his teammates.  "And why can nothing ever be explained to us up front?"     The birdman shakes his head ruefully.  "I mean, yes, we gave our word, but they could have the decency to meet us halfway."
Garfield Logan	Gar Logan takes all of this in, saying no more to their 'guest.' It's time for listening, thinking. Can they hear the gears turning, grinding away inside his head? Once Merrihew/Bezote is gone, he asks, "Do you think he gets dizzy turning around so much?" That said, he shrugs and adds, "Guess we've got some work ahead of us. But..." Both arms raise toward the ceiling. "Party! Costumes! I'd better think of something good..or maybe see what they'll let me borrow." Still, it's the Fae. Best be wary.
Emiko Queen	"When even the people you're suppose to be wary of say to be wary of them, you know it's a big deal," Emiko muses, finishing off her shake.
Kaida Connolly	"Oh good, now we have to find four relics, return them, AND go to a party." She shakes her head and looks to Donna, "Anything else to add? Got a manhattan sized flying worm thing coming in next?" Kaida sighs and shakes her head even as she finishes her shake and hops off the table.     "I'm gonna go on patrol and fight a few normal criminals for once."