The seats of the Suomi Theatre, in these modern days, lay unused by Aislings.  Many dust floppies that roam freely throughout the structure.  Tumbleweeds, somehow sensing their dramatic need, have appeared and roll through aisle and row of finely laquered seats.  Old Thulin, perhaps too close to the grave himself, hears the laments of the spirits of failed potential echoing about the structure.  Perhaps these restless dust floppies and other spirits may yet be mollified.  Some have taken to telling tales at the old Garamonde, even if only the formless spirits are present to hear them.   So if you should happen upon the Garamonde and find the walls echoing with a tale, you could sit and listen, or better, tell a tale yourself in the fool's hope of quieting the hordes of angry dust floppies.  But be warned; the spirits do not tolerate disruptive presences lightly. ((9:30pm PT most nights, come listen to, tell, or just ignore a story or two.  Or not.))

For those restless spirits that were haunting elsewhere during the telling of these tales, here they are collected: