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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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[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Even before the young man moves, Lafiel is whirling towards him and dropping to a firing stance (the froce, the Abh inheritance warned her). Her hands go to her waist, drawing her klanyu...which isn't there.

There's a tense moment between her and the boy, who appears not to be any older than her...though Abh and humans age differently.

[andwellallgohome]

The boy stares for a moment, then his eyes flick off to something to the side. He moves his head a little bit from side to side, clearly communicating something to somebody.

Then, watching Lafiel again, he slowly stands up. He's quite tall, really.

"Are you authorized to be here?" he asks.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"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.

[andwellallgohome]

"Petty Officer Second Class SPARTAN-034," he replies, giving her his name. "Just 'Sam' works. I've sent someone to get the Chief. You can stay here until he gets here, just keep your hands where I can see 'em."