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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

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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[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

Using the door is for sissies and humans! In the middle of the air, a window appears. Satori opens it, leaning curiously into Terry's mindscape.

She doesn't seem impressed.

"How predictable. C+ at best." Satori judges the space idly, leaning out a bit further to peer into the dark corner. "Only one little corner is even remotely interesting."

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm sorry my mind isn't interesting enough. Little brat..."

And don't think he doesn't see you peering into the cavern. He's keeping his eye on you, missy. He doesn't need, or want, people poking around in the darker side of his psyche.

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

Satori floats in through the window, poking a pile of discarded memories with her foot. "It's a mess in here. Have you ever considered psychoanalysis?"

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"Hey, no poking at my memories, I need those," Terry says, scowling a bit. "Wait... why would I need psychoana-whatever?"

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

"It would help you tidy up in here, among other things." Satori eyes the dark cavern again. "I'm not very good with the subconscious, but I know someone who is."

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"'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.