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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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[deep_sky_diving]

The cloak is pumping out less heat now, but it's slowly changing color, with mottled and softly expanding patches tinging paler and glinting a little against the light.

Tess has a firm (but not uncomfortably so) grip. "Tennessee Lee, atcher service." She does have a weapon, it would seem--a funny-looking thing halfway between a sidearm and a longarm sitting on her hip, all in bright matte colors--but she's given it no attention.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana notes it...the girl has Murbella's fiery red hair but none of her twitchy musculature. "You should come inside. A Bene Gesserit learning temple will be more hospitable to a sophisticated traveler like yourself."

[deep_sky_diving]

Tess moves with a kind of rough grace that suggests much more natural aptitude than actual training or experience. And she lets out a little bit of a laugh at that, half-suppressed, as she moves to follow Sheeana.

The cloak is almost all white now, shining a little iridescently in the dim light.