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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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"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."