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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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Inside the vaguely futuristic looking door to Lafiel's mind, find an immense space colony, orbiting in a graceful parabola around a gently glowing star. Outside great ships pass silently in the void.

Inside, find a clean, almost crystal-spires-and-togas-ish environment. Warm light. Great bulkheads. Windows out to the sun and stars. Teams of Abh children in jumpsuits compete in low gravity sports throughout.

There are also well manicured little parks under artificial sunlight. Inhabited by friendly cats. Dozens of them.

Cats! Aah, so cute.

Luly intended to explore—it certainly seems familiar—but instead she's ended up sprawled out on the grass in one of the parks, petting the assorted kitties.

An Abh princess, dressed in her naval uniform will be staring down at you with her hands on her hips. But this time she's not frowning.

"I did not know you liked cats."

"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."

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

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."

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

Luly's eyes slide shut. "Really, it's—well, it's nicer than my thing."

She rolls—seemingly only half-intentionally—to pull Lafiel up on top of her, and lets out a little huff of breath as she wiggles under her to keep from getting buried in all that hair.

Satori is sitting in one of the parks, looking relaxed. Sipping tea.

Talking to one of the cats.

She looks more content than she generally does in the company of people.

One cat in particular (http://omoikane.as.arizona.edu/~enielsen/animenight/crestofthestars/diaho.jpg) is affectionate, soaking up as much love as it can.

"My little brother does that." Lafiel's not exactly condescending, just amused.

Satori turns an eye toward Lafiel, looking like she was happier talking to the cats. "Do the cats talk back to him?"

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."

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."

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."

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.

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."

"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?

"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."

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