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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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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"If I was, I probably would have noticed by now," Roxie says, in the same calm, dry tone she always uses.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, I've a friend who likes to creep behind people and see how long it takes them to notice." Wyn says, pulling one side of the headphones off of her ear and dog-earing her page. It seems like it would be hard to focus on anything with her music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWfXhL2m9UU&feature=related) up as loud as it is, but she appears to be managing just fine.

"... how did you get in?"

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"There's a door." Roxie points a thumb backwards.

"... nice music," she adds after a moment.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so there is. Wonder how that got there." Because Wyn certainly didn't put it there.

She can't tell if Roxie's being sarcastic about her music. "Thanks. It's either an abomination or brilliant, depending on who you ask, but I like it."