Gather Island residents, led by patron saint Mr. Roarke, have presented to Lance L., the Island's Principal Architect, a proposal that he design a suitable... um... enclosure's not the right word... sanitarium... sun room... solarium? ... PLACE for those visitors and residents who might need a little extra... space.
I myself have contemplated the need for such an area, where I might properly shriek out my annoyance with the smirking Coffeemate chick as she ends our oil addiction by using AOL Travel to go see Eckhart Tolle so they can rise and shine with stinkin' dairy and ... you get the idea.
Everyone's a little stressed out. Recent threats by Queen Carol of La-La Land to attack Gather Island (averted, thankfully, when the unfounded charges against Chief Entertainment Officer ann c. were dropped), combined with various dental situations for Susan G., the Grand Essence of There, have caused the collective blood pressure of the Island to rise a bit.
Sometimes there's not enough umbrella drinks, folks.
Sometimes we just need a scream room.
Peter Swanson has even offered some of the Poise Pads from his coat if extra sound-proofing is needed.
Lance, can you help us?
Can you design a Retreat on our retreat?