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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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If you open the door to Yuri's mind (it says "Sixth Grade Wisteria Class"...er wait...you could have sworn it said "Wisteria" but actually it says "Alien" now).

There you will find a darkened classroom. The children are faceless black cutouts, from behindwhich tend to emerge tentacles and mandibles.

The teacher is a distorted and lumpen thing, looking like it belongs equally to some distant sun and the depths of our own seas (http://i37.tinypic.com/2ic3c7a.jpg).

In the center desk is Yuri, spotlighted.

They're all looking at her.

Even in her headscape, she's not comfortable.

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Roxie enters.

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

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

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"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.

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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.

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"... it was a joke," Roxie says. Her sense of humor is just weird.

She looks over at the teacher and then back at Yuri, deciding to ignore the former.