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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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[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

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.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

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."

[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

"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?

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"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."