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Honestly, you're inside her head. The fat orange one bounds over to her, clearly spoilt and demanding chin scritches with headbutts at her leg. "I don't know. Every time one of us catches him at it, he pretends like it never happened."

The door to Holly's mind is octagonal in shape, and made of gold. It looks almost like the cover of an oddly shaped book, with something in an odd pictorial language written in a spiral in the dead center of the door. By the way, the door's only about four feet tall.

Inside of the door is an enormous perfectly circular room, the walls made of stone. Grass grows on the floor, and there's a great oak tree growing in the center. Looking straight up, there is a ceiling stalactites, like a deep underground cave. On the walls, there are more writings in the same language as on the door, in huge symbols multiple feet high that glow a faint blue. They are passages from the People's holy Book; rules, as well as curses, that restrict Holly and her magic.

Beneath the oak tree there is a pedestal, on it sits a copy of The Book, which looks very much like the door to her mind, and what almost looks like a toy gun, but is much, much deadlier. And a gold brick, which seems wildly out of place.

All throughout the room swirls a blue mist, and blue sparks occasionally crackle in the air.

Holly wanders around in this interesting mindscape, occasionally reaching down to pet one of the cats. They're sweet, and Holly likes them, but she's more interested in the space colony itself. She can't help but draw parallels to Haven... though, this place is a lot nicer and not underground.

"'Tidy up'? What are you, my mother?" Terry reeeeally doesn't want a lecture on his thinking habits. He follows Satori's gaze towards the corner, but doesn't say anything about it.

"Shucks, not for longer'n I'll be staying around," she says, quite honestly. An odd manner of speaking, too.

As she approaches closer, the waves of heat rolling off the shapeless material draped around her shoulders are more noticeable, as if the whole mass was some sort of radiator.

A pair of Abh children whirl at her, tethered at the wrist and sparring with batons. One of them appears to be a younger Lafiel. The adult Abh princess leaps in just in time and pulls Holly away by the arm as a baton whiffs past them both.

"Sorry about that, Hecto-commander Short. This place appears to at least partially be a reconstruction of the Star Forces academy."

Oh. Brain-diving; Motoko's second favorite sport, right after making her subordinates cry, and just before long-winded explanations on the meaning of self. She spots Sheeana's 'portal,' and with hardly a second thought pushes her was through. Nosey? Why yes, yes she is.

And then she hit sand, sinking instantly up to her knees with the impact of the drop to ground-level. It's not that that startles her, however, it's that the simulation is more like a hack— it's taking into account her real, physical limitations....which shouldn't logically apply here. So, it's just another one of the oddities of this place.

Also, there's sand. Rapture.

So it is with a sigh that she pulled herself out of the pit she'd planted both feet into, and made her way as inconspicuously as possible towards the Fremen village. The fact that her clothing is wildly inappropriate (http://www.productionig.com/contents/works_sp/images/gits4/GITS_SAC_2nd_overview.jpg) for the setting doesn't do much to help her stealth capabilities.

"Well at least pull down your face-cover so I can see to whom I am speaking." So she's not planning on staying for very long? Because even at dusk, the sun on Arrakis gets hot very quickly.

What a coincidence. Long winded explanations on the nature of self are Sheeana's favorite sport too, right after watching Duncan train half naked and right before playing pranks on Bellonda.

Something that heavy moving across the sands, however, attracts the attention of something else. A ghost-worm thunders out of the sand with an eerie cry, attracted by her rythm. Who knows what kind of damage it can do, if any?

Sheeana is out the door of the church in an instant, moving faster than a human should be able to.

The worm is closing in. Sheeana could stop it of course, but she knows the Amtal rule: You do not know a person or thing until you know their limits

Instead she stood on the other side of the moat of moist sand. "Get over here!" She extended her hand.

It's quiet here. Peaceful. But the quiet seems... unnatural. Shouldn't there be birds?

It's like something's scared them to silence.

There's a tiny, tiny sound somewhere to the left as something moves. Not quite a twigsnap, but close.

Lafiel? You're being watched.

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A pair of green eyes peering out of the cover of the trees and brush. They belong to a young man (or is it a boy?) wearing olive drab, his face is smeared with mud. It's clearly not the Chief, besides being too young.

He does not move, though his eyes have widened just slightly now that he's been spotted.

"Well, I like dogs more," Luly admits, and reaches over to tug a little on Lafiel's ankle. Lay down with meee, her expression says. "But cats are nice too. And cleaner."

Satori watches the cat demand affection. "If she ever seems dissatisfied with her food, it's a matter of quantity, not quality. Improving the level of the food any further will only serve to raise her standards."

The faceplate slides open--splitting in two vertically, with the sides sliding apart and retracting. Not the most practical design, perhaps, but it certainly looks interesting. The face thus revealed (as echoed by the form-fitting, except for certain extra panels and elements, traits of the suit) is that of a young woman. There's something strangely plasticine about her skin: to the cunning eyes of a Bene Gesserit, it doesn't take a second glance to tell that there's some transparent film fitted over her face, even stretching near-invisibly over her mouth and eyes, and far too well-fitted to seem like it could have come from a hand-performed process. Some esoteric method of water containment, perhaps?

"Nice to meetcha," she says brightly, takes a step forward, and offers a hand.

Even before the young man moves, Lafiel is whirling towards him and dropping to a firing stance (the froce, the Abh inheritance warned her). Her hands go to her waist, drawing her klanyu...which isn't there.

There's a tense moment between her and the boy, who appears not to be any older than her...though Abh and humans age differently.

Indeed, Sheeana wonders. It's like a stillsuit but not. Sheeana remembers the archaic custom and shakes the offered hand. "I am Sheeana, of the Bene Gesserit." The villagers, seeing their leader does not consider the girl is threat, look a little bit less moblike.

The boy stares for a moment, then his eyes flick off to something to the side. He moves his head a little bit from side to side, clearly communicating something to somebody.

Then, watching Lafiel again, he slowly stands up. He's quite tall, really.

"Are you authorized to be here?" he asks.

The cloak is pumping out less heat now, but it's slowly changing color, with mottled and softly expanding patches tinging paler and glinting a little against the light.

Tess has a firm (but not uncomfortably so) grip. "Tennessee Lee, atcher service." She does have a weapon, it would seem--a funny-looking thing halfway between a sidearm and a longarm sitting on her hip, all in bright matte colors--but she's given it no attention.

For a heartbeat, Motoko blinked at Sheeana, realizing swiftly that this was her headspace. And then she turned and saw the oncoming worm.

Son of a Bitch.

The servos in her legs powered up with a whine, but the sand was too soft to support a full leap. Dry sand spilled over her boot toes as she started off towards that beckoning hand. Impacting moistened ground made movement come easier, and in a moment she'd cleared it.

Damned if she can help but snoop.

Motoko stands over the mountain, surveying for a moment the sky and the clouds, framed in green. She lets her gaze wander through the trees before moving down the path at a leisurely pace. Well, let's see what this place has to offer.

Samus' door was not elaborate by any means. Not quite plain, but lacked unnecessary adornments. There was writing across the door, an ancient-looking language, quiet strange, inscribed across the it.

On the other side, was an open landscape. A desert-like place, red rock cliffs rose high above. It was a rather harsh environment, dry air filled the lungs of those who entered. And yet... this rough place was surprisingly peaceful. Reds and oranges filled the sky as the sun set.

A bit far off, a young woman (http://i34.tinypic.com/33vyae8.png) sat with a small creature on the edge of a cliff, just watching.

It was... peaceful in this place. Quiet. Samus crossed her arms, surveying the land for a few long moments.

It's very quiet. As if the wildlife's been frightened. It's peaceful, but also eerie.

There's the strangest sense that somebody's... here, though.

That someone is watching her.

Samus senses that. She turns her head, looking into the brush besides her. She thinks someone's there, but they aren't coming out. ~~Samus cheats and~~ On goes the helmet, on goes thermal vision. She sees you three kids waiting there.

The path leads down the mountain, one side sloping off rapidly. It's not well defined so you have to be a little careful.

There's the sound of shots being fired... but not real ones.

Paint rounds?

A girl comes skidding down the incline, she's firing back up at someone further up the hill and checking her slide, hitting a more level spot and running.

She hasn't seen Motoko.

They don't know she can see them. They're still, spread around Samus and surrounding her but clearly hesitating. She might notice that they've chosen positions where they can see each other and are exchanging quick glances. Tiny movements. A twitch of a finger, a slight tilt of a head.

They're "talking" about her.