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You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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"Whoa!" Holly exclaims as Lafiel pulls her out of the way.

"...is it normal for kids to attack people where you're from?" Or is this some issue you yourself have?

A blue-tinted gray door marks the entry to Billy's mindspace, but you'll have to think for a moment to set the cogs in motion that will open the lock. Luckily, there's a convenient string hanging to your left.

Within, if you choose to enter, the stylings are quite monochromatic. Three guesses which color it is, and the last two don't count.

Yes, everything inside this massive library is illuminated by an electric blue current. The light touches aisles upon aisles of books, a set of filing cabinets against the far wall, and scattered display cases of various inventions in Earth's history. You'll have to look high to find Billy, as he's currently standing atop a ladder in one of the aisles and retrieving an important tome.

Samus places a hand on her hip. She's waiting, very clearly looking at each of the three. While she admires their attempts at remaining stealthy, she wonders how long it will take for one of them to do something, though.

The door (http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/ny_metal_door_soho_102.jpg) to Wyn's headspace appears to be made of fragments of a coppery metal welded together in no discernable pattern or order, and the inside is no less chaotic. Books, papers, mugs of long-cold coffee, and household appliances in various states of disrepair cover every available flat surface and litter the stone floor. The walls are covered with snippets of scrawling writing in languages that are almost incomprehensible, although some of them are smudged beyond legibility.

Wyn is seated cross-legged in an overstuffed armchair in the center of the room, balancing what looks like a slightly smaller, much more battered omnicom in her lap. Her headphones (http://images.actionvillage.com/inc/images/large/195-390-0114.jpg?qlt=100&cell=244,300&cvt=jpg) are blaring music, so there's no guarantee that she'll notice anyone's approach.

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The kids are quiet still, but they seem to come to a decision.

A fourth that Samus may not have noticed juuuuust crosses her field of vision, bolting off into the trees. She's fast.

"Authorization?"

A voice.

One of them's coming out.

He's a serious-looking kid with dark hair. He's very wary, but clearly not carrying a real firearm while Samus is decked out in an unfamiliar suit of powered armor.

Kid's got guts.

The other two are waiting in the wings, coiled like springs.

'Fairly uninteresting' can lead to interesting things, sometimes, and that's really why Wyn chooses to open this particular door. She is a bit disappointed, however, when the door only leads to a mountain and some woods. She's a city girl at heart, though, and her experience in the wilderness is practically nonexistent.

The path, however, she can and does follow.

Roxie enters.

And, first of all, starts looking for a light switch.

The birds are silent, and nothing seems to be moving. The wildlife is hiding. Why?

Suddenly, something happens. Out of seemingly nowhere on the left, a small paint explosion occurs, showering everything for a good few feet with blue.

"Dammit!" someone grumbles, then the same young male voice yells, "DEAD!"

He was hiding pretty well in the trees, but whoever hid the paint mine did him one better.

If Wyn looks, she'll find a tall kid with blond hair and green eyes lying on his back, spattered with blue paint with his arms folded across his chest and a paint rifle held loosely in his hand.

Roxie peers inside, shuffling about to peek at certain of the papers and wiritng on the walls. She feels halfway comfortable, for once—this is much like she lives.

She ends up standing behind Wyn, waiting to see how long it takes for her to be noticed.

Oh, damn. She missed one. Sad.

At least one's coming out now. He does have guts. Not that Samus would ever hurt any of them. She's got such a soft spot for kids, she can't even pretend that she's trying to scare them. However, she cannot control what they may assume she would do because of her armor.

"None," as an answer to his question. Sorry, is that a problem?

The kid narrows his eyes.

"Then leave. This is a restricted area and you're interrupting a training exercise."

Guts. Definitely guts.

The paintsplosion takes Wyn completely by surprise, and she glares irritably out into the woods as she wipes spatters of paint off of her face. "Not playing!" she calls, touching the top of her head delicately and sighing as he hand comes away tacky with paint.

"How old are you?"

Paintball guns just aren't that threatening.

The kid notices her, hesitates for a split second, then breaks out of the "dead" position and climbs to his feet. He's pointing his gun at her more by reflex than anything, not that it would do more than sting and make a mess.

"What are you doing here?"

He's surprised. On further inspection, this is not your average kid. There's youth to him, but it's mostly in his face. He has more muscle than even an active kid his age should, like he's been training for it or using it. There's a wary, intelligent steeliness to his gaze though it falters somewhat at Wyn. She doesn't look like a threat.

"Ryan, that stopped being funny after, like-- oh." Wyn says absently, her response to the feeling of being watched almost reflexive after two years of living with someone who thought sneaking up behind people was absolutely hilarious.

"You aren't Ryan." she continues slowly after glancing over her shoulder at the newcomer, displaying a rather keen grasp of the obvious.

"That's classified."

Fred knows that's not going to help, but he also knows that any attempt at lying would be obvious.

He can't make Samus leave. But if they wait, someone will come back with Kelly.

Someone with more authority to do so.

Wyn's not much of a threat, unless the kid in front of her decides to break out the combat sorcery-- which she doubts he will, given the paintball gun. He's bigger than Wyn expected, too, both in height and in muscle mass.

"Walking. Getting killed by shrapnel in a paint war, apparently." she says with a shrug. She's not bothered by the paintball gun being pointed at her, although she might have to do something drastic if her shirt gets any more paint on it.

"Hmn. Little young for the military."

Except that it's not. Samus knew that well, but her own experiences didn't stop her from thinking that no one else should have to go through what she did so young.

Motoko follows the kid with her eyes, not moving or speaking, just watching the way the girl moves, then darting her gaze across to see where she's firing at. A training exercise? Kids always looked intense, but this one had had tutoring.

"...Someone opened the door, right?"

He figures it out. He's a mind-figment, he knows what's going on!

"Hey! Sam! You're dead, get d-"

The other boy stops and looks at Wyn. "Who are you?"

There aren't any. Everyone's eyes are adapted to the darkness. Or maybe they don't use that sense at all.

"That would have been me." Wyn says matter-of-factly. The new kid (also armed with a paintball gun, also appearing out of nowhere) gets a tight-lipped smile and a wave. "Hi."

Sheeana caught her hand and yanked. She was immediately surprised by the weight but also much stronger than her small size would indicate. Soon they were both stumbling onto the relatively safe ground of the village.

The worm roared away, churning up sand in its wake despite its seeming insubstantiality. The Fremen, suspicious, came behind her. She gestured for them to stay back. Still suspicious, they obeyed. They could tell by the way the Major had sunk that she did not weigh as much as a normal human. Sheeana smiled and cocked her head.

"Not really," says the boy coolly. Fred doesn't have a snappy comeback Samus, sorry.

It's about then when two kids come into view. The girl Samus caught running off, slim built and quick, and another boy.

Samus will recognize them. They're carrying far fewer years and scars, but they're them.

The Chief and Kelly.

Fred salutes John, stepping back. John acknowledges and eyes Samus warily.

"You came through the door," he says calmly, watching her with the same uneasy, cautious look the others have all been giving her.

And there they were. ~~It's about time.~~

"I did."

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