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As you enter, the heavy scent of incense assaults your nostrils, and as your eyes adjust to the dim light ethereal music drifts down, greeting you in its warm embrace. Large cushions are scattered around the tent's circumference, and candles flicker casting sinuous, dancing shadows against the walls.

A beguiling, husky voice reaches out....offering a vision of the future.


Yes, you guessed it Welcome to SYM's tent of fortunes, a place where destiny can be revealed. All it requires is a clear eye and concentration to be able to perceive what might await your fellow symers.

To begin I will share what I see for Comrade Gwalchmai

Following an illustrious career as a stage comedian par excellence , Gwally will embark on a long, eventful journey in which he will encounter an abundance of svelte (and "naturally" attired ) nymphs and all manner of exotic creatures. Yet, alas, paradise may remain unattainable for the erstwhile traveler....for lurking behind a nearby bush is the ever-present menace of a certain doctor intent on dispensing mood-subduing medication amongst the nymphs.

Are any more of you brave enough to predict the fates of your online cellmates? If so, don't hesitate to venture forth.

Very cool, we got an oracle now. peers through the mist.....see's nothing. Can I get some training here DW?

Originally posted by Bloodstalker
Very cool, we got an oracle now. peers through the mist.....see's nothing. Can I get some training here DW?

It's not so much a question of training.....as it is discovering the inner eye....

The sign didn't say exactly how much silver!.....

still no good, from all my drinking, my inner eye is bloodshot and glazed.

Originally posted by Yshania
The sign didn't say exactly how much silver!.....

Well, being the good, egalitarian sort that I am.....fees are based on each according to their means

@BS
oh well, you'll just have to rely on your feminine intuition

Originally posted by dragon wench


Well, being the good, egalitarian sort that I am.....fees are based on each according to their means

*chucks DW a couple of buttons!*

I have no feminine intuition, berhaps one of the ladies here would be willing to let me try their feminine wares?

Originally posted by Bloodstalker
I have no feminine intuition, berhaps one of the ladies here would be willing to let me try their feminine wares?

Ahem....this is a fortune telling tent....not a harem tent.....
Reminds me...where are our other fortune tellers?

I don't know, maybe the sheer size of my love line scared them away.

Originally posted by Bloodstalker
I don't know, maybe the sheer size of my love line scared them away.

I doubt that would have been the cause.......

perhaps they're lost in the cushions and clouds of incense, and disoriented by the odd music.

Originally posted by dragon wench
To begin I will share what I see for Comrade Gwalchmai

Following an illustrious career as a stage comedian par excellence , Gwally will embark on a long, eventful journey in which he will encounter an abundance of svelte (and "naturally" attired ) nymphs and all manner of exotic creatures. Yet, alas, paradise may remain unattainable for the erstwhile traveler....for lurking behind a nearby bush is the ever-present menace of a certain doctor intent on dispensing mood-subduing medication amongst the nymphs.

LOL!
Waitaminute. I thought you said you would tell my future, not....
How much did I pay for this?

Hilarious, DW

Re: Re: The Translucent Gypsy

Originally posted by Gwalchmai

LOL!
Waitaminute. I thought you said you would tell my future, not....
How much did I pay for this?

Hilarious, DW

*grins*
You didn't pay, you were the first to walk through the door so you received the complimentary opening day special.

@Gwally - either that or you are the most predictable

*The perfume and incense combines to lift Gwalchmai into an ecstatic state. Soon, visions begin swirling through his mind, and he clearly sees the future of one of his fellow SYMers. In a haunting monotone, he recounts what he saw.*

In the weeks before her wedding, the male community of SYM rose up as one to try and defeat this hated usurper who had dared claim her heart and steal her away from their happiest fantasies. They pooled their money and hired all manner of assassins to accomplish this vile deed, but to no avail. Vivien charmed even the assassins, and her wedding went off without a hitch. As wedding presents, she received all manner of cute and furry animals, which made her so happy that she hardly noticed that she won the lottery the next day. Using the money to purchase a large country estate, she later became world-renown as a breeder of the cutest, fluffiest, and most cuddly of bunnies, puppies, and kittens.

Yshania surveyed the room, various tables held multitudes of divining tools...placing her finger on her chin she wondered which to play with first...Aha! Seating herself on the velvet floor cushion, she adjusted the tassles from beneath her ankles and settled her self. Placing her hand on the globe, she felt it cold to the touch...raising her hand a breath above she noticed the swirl coalesce into ghostly features. Closing her eyes, she mentally re-downloaded the pics from Grunty's thread then smiled...'yes' she whispered, beckoning Bloodstalker to sit beside her...for a moment he appeared disappointed, he had been hanging around the tarot table hoping for poker...she assumed. Anyway:

"Gazing into my crystal ball I see...no!! no! that can't be!" She closed her eyes for effect, inwardly smiling at BS' concerned expression "I see tickets to an NSync concert...you are...you are...a groupy?? No!! No! you meet a groupy! that's it" she stifled a grin as he shifted excitedly in his seat "you...hang on! you are a session musician...no! a lighting technician with desires...I see success, I see lighting technicians are allowed backstage! I see a star on a door, a private bar, many beers and a private barwench...I see a casting couch...and you! you are on the casting couch!"

LOL

My inner eye is unfortunately severely myoptic - may any of our more talanted fortune tellers reveal what my future holds?

So, BS gets a barmaid and casting couch and I get some scantilly-clad nymphs? I see the future's so bright, we have to shades.

I think I can handle the lurking doctor. Maybe those nymphs will be found on a trip to BC, Canada?