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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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[prettycoolguy]

"Callahan?" Chief, you see, has memorized the crew roster.

And he's here now. He's awfully quiet for being seven feet tall and weighing half a ton. Anton's visible for a moment, having lead him up here, but the young Spartan immediately ghosts off into the trees to continue the game.

Sam shoots the Chief a slightly curious look, but gets no response. Grace watches patiently.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Chief!" Awkward smile is awkward, and so is the tiny wave she gives the Spartan.

[prettycoolguy]

He nods in acknowledgment, then eyes Sam. "As you were, Spartan."

"Sir," Sam replies.

"Follow me," the Chief says to Wyn. "I can get you back to the center where you can get out of here." He'll wait until she moves, then lead the way.

'Good luck', Sam mouths behind his back.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

'You too' Wyn mouths back as she quickly gets out of the Chief's way. She feels uncomfortably like a child who's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.