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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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[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

"I've known my share of people like that," There is no condemnation in her voice, perhaps even some grudging seed of respect. It's easy to curl your lip at the rotund, shut-in data-miners surrounded by their discs and hard-drives, building a modern day hermit's hut out of the so-called wisdom of the Net.

Until you wanted something from them.

"The Tyrant?" Mild curiosity, too mild to be genuine colored that question.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Bene Gesserit are hardly otaku. That's more a Mentat thing.

"The Tyrant." There's an offer of information implicit in her tone if she wants it but she's not going to force it at her.

[standaloneshell.livejournal.com]

Conspirarcy theorists, mostly...but even they get things right once in a while.

"That's a fairly harsh title," prompting for that information as if prodding a bear awake; the trick was patience, and to not appear a threat, "Care to tell me why?"

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

She sure does! "It was accurate. That is not to be taken to imply a judgement, however." Slurrrp.