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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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It's a crack thread. Why not. And she does. And is instantly assaulted by kitty love.

Lafiel chuckles a moment. "Well, Diaho is a boy, but otherwise that seems right. It was often difficult to get cat food for him on campaign so we sometimes had to feed him from our rations."

"They are playing riaic...Ah, zero-G jousting. Or close to it anyway." Lafiel has issues, but that's not one of them. Some persistence may uncover them though.

There is a soft thwack from the children as they move down the hallway. A stern, instructor's voice follows them from speakers in the walls. "Cadet Abriel, that took you thirty seconds too long."

Sheeana notes it...the girl has Murbella's fiery red hair but none of her twitchy musculature. "You should come inside. A Bene Gesserit learning temple will be more hospitable to a sophisticated traveler like yourself."

"What do you want?"

Because obviously if Fred told her to go away and she didn't listen, he's not going to make a lot of difference.

"I was curious."

She really was.

One shot hits the girl on the slope. Artfully placed a splash of red across her back right between the shoulder blades.

The girl breaks her run and rolls onto her back.

"DEAD!" she yells, folding her arms over her chest with the rifle in her hands.

She's out of the game.

But where did that shot come from...?

"She came through the door, Anton. Go get Chief," Sam, the first, says.

Anton nods once, and he's already gone. Spartan kids are fast.

"Do you know Chief?" Sam asks Wyn. Well, why not?

"There's nothing to see here."

"I disagree."

"Then tell me what you want. So we can get it to you and you can leave."

Little John is about as friendly as Big John, Samus.

"We could start off with what this training exercise entails. I'm curious to what you kids are doing."

"You should get some night vision goggles or something," Roxie comments as she moves towards Yuri. "That extra light might be bothering everyone else."

It's a very dark bit of jokery. Maybe.

"We're not kids, Ma'am."

Oh hey, Samus. Have another Spartan. Sam's done hanging back in the woods.

"And it's paintball."

John looks at him, Sam looks back, John lets it stand and just nods curtly.

There is one door, ancient, heavy, forged from steel. It bore a strange symbol resembling a two-headed eagle (http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/268/d/f/Imperial_Aquila_II_by_WackyCamper.jpg).

On the other side of the door, one will find themselves in an dark, cold stone room with an almost Gothic style architecture, lit only by wrought-iron braziers affixed to the walls. The room smells of incense, coming from the censers placed around the room. On the far wall, the twin-headed eagle symbol appears again, this time forged from gold.

Before the symbol kneels a mountain of a man, clad in a tattered gray robe and wearing a blindfold. He was muttering quietly in some form of pseudo-Latin as he drew strange glyphs and symbols on the floor before the eagle symbol with yellow chalk.

Even though he is in the most lit part of the room, it is difficult to look directly at him, almost as if every time you attempt to look at some distinct detail about him, your eye is driven to look elsewhere.

The effect, over all, is quite unsettling.

Samus could argue that fact, but she knew it was kind of useless. It'd be like trying to convince her own 14 year old self that she was still a kid, and, well, that'd definitely be an accomplishment. There was no changing their minds once they decided on how to identify themselves even if they were still just powerful children.

"Paintball, hmm. We never got to do that in my training exercises. I distinctly remember hordes of robots and energy guns. No paint." Ah, nostalgia.

"I know of him, I guess is how you'd put it. We haven't really met, though." Wyn says after a moment, trying to think of the most diplomatic way of saying 'I play video games in which he is the main character and we've also both been kidnapped by an organic spaceship'.

Luly lets out a little laugh at Lafiel suddenly attracting cats, and wiggles over enough to wrap an arm around Lafiel's middle. "It's a really nice place."

Sam nods. "Alright, you should be okay then."

He... lies back down on the ground in the same position. "Anton's going to get him. For now? I'm dead. Grace got me fair and square."

"Negative. I am deca-commander Abriel Ne Dobruscr Paryunu Lafiel of the Humankind Empire Abh space forces. I have been waylaid by unknown forces and found myself here. I request sanctuary." She says as she straightens up. Lafiel knows militaryese.

"Right then. Sorry to interrupt." Wyn says, leaning back against an oak tree.

"Do you mind if I..." she asks after a moment, gesturing towards the paintball gun. It would be a good idea for Sam to say no if he likes the idea of his paintball gun remaining in one piece.

Lafiel accepts the spooning, a little embarressed. "Do you think? It takes something from the Star Forces academy and something from Lacfacalle."

Sam casts a glance down at the gun. "Other team's gotta claim it," he says. "Anton probably will when he gets back, if Grace doesn't come to check the mine first-"

Rustle rustle rustle...

Speak of the devil!

The new Spartan notices Wyn and pauses. They all seem to have that reaction.

"She knows Chief," says Sam. "Game's still on."

"Alright."

"Good job with the mine."

Grace nods and goes to collect Sam's rifle. It's the ultimate "You're out of the game", apparently.

Yuri, of course takes it completely at face value. Her knees come together, feet apart. "R-really? I don't want everyone to be irritated at me." Although it's more like they're irritated at Roxie. Alien-sensei is (maybe) glaring at her, chalk frozen in midair at the end of a tentacle.

"We play paintball when we have some downtime."

That's John again. He folds his arms. He's looking forward to when Chief shows up and they can get back to the game. He wanted to win!

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