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Tennessee's mindscape is has fragments and mementos and oddities of more than a dozen human-occupied worlds and a few nonhuman-occupied ones, all crammed into a sprawling ranch house...

...which, a step outside will reveal, is on a cozy little plantoid orbiting a gas giant.

One of the doors is fairly uninteresting. Rather futuristic and made of metal, slightly timeworn, but with no adornment.

On the other side? You'll find yourself standing in the woods on the side of a mountain. There's a dropoff nearby looking out over a lake, and a very narrow footworn path to one side. Something clearly used, but not often enough to make it very wide.

"Jeez, did I start playing a bad vid-game by accident or what?"

Joking aside, Terry's little, well, domain seems pretty stereotypically teen-aged-male-ish. Fragments of fantasies about girls and nice cars, school assignments bouncing around, everything incredibly cluttered and disorganized.

But there's one corner of his mind that stands out. It's the mouth to a near light-less cavern. Looking into it, you can see shadowy features. A bar-door like the ones you see in prisons, a smashed window and what looks like some sort of gang graffiti, an ambulance and the worlds 'HA HA HA' scrawled across a wall. And hanging overhead, all throughout the cavern, are hundreds of bats of all sorts of species.

And even if no one else can tell, Terry knows that the cavern's been getting bigger in the past couple of years.

Gauron's mindscape consists of jungles, bleeding out through vast swaths that look like they were napalmed, hit by Agent Orange, and barbecued by flamethrowers, into vast, rocky deserts. In the occasional ravine, there's a swatch of city (most of them are late 20th/early 21st century Hong Kong, for anyone who recognizes it) - a pastiche of all the places where he feels so comfortable that he's almost invisible, cut together in a way that makes little sense to anybody except him. Come on in, if you dare, but there are booby traps everywhere - step wrong, and you'll find yourself trapped in his memories of being tortured, beaten, stabbed, shot, or blown up, except without any of the perverse enjoyment he felt at the time.

Ladies and gents, welcome to hell - for the mind is its own place, and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

If you open the door to Yuri's mind (it says "Sixth Grade Wisteria Class"...er wait...you could have sworn it said "Wisteria" but actually it says "Alien" now).

There you will find a darkened classroom. The children are faceless black cutouts, from behindwhich tend to emerge tentacles and mandibles.

The teacher is a distorted and lumpen thing, looking like it belongs equally to some distant sun and the depths of our own seas (http://i37.tinypic.com/2ic3c7a.jpg).

In the center desk is Yuri, spotlighted.

They're all looking at her.

Even in her headscape, she's not comfortable.

Satori's mind is a pretty nice place. Very classy furnishings, all very expensive-looking and fancy. Almost like a palace. Satori is sitting in the throne room, of course. Beyond that, though, nothing too interesting or peculiar in here.

Oh, wait, yes there is. Maybe it's all those windows scattered haphazardly along the walls. Maybe it's how they give views into everyone else's minds.

The door to Sheeana's headspace is a rubber iris, incongrously decorated with Arabic-looking designs.

Step into it and the door hovers in the air over a vast desert at twilight. Looking over the dunes, the pink and purple light makes them look like the backs of great pods of candy whales frozen in migration. There are the ghosts of great sandworms there, translucent bodies miles long, roaring hauntingly.

There is a small, hardscrabble village, sorrounded by a moat of moist sand. The dwellings are simple hovels. Their inhabitants are fremen (http://www.lisashea.com/hobbies/dune/scifi/fremen2.jpg) in stillsuits. They are simple but honest folk, tenders of their desert home.

In the middle is a vaguely churchish looking building (http://www.rrp.lv/images/ropazi.jpg). Inside, women in black robes train in obscure martial arts, talk over spicecoffee, read and eat together.

All of these people are fully independent personalities and can talk to you themselves.

Sheeana could be anywhere.

Using the door is for sissies and humans! In the middle of the air, a window appears. Satori opens it, leaning curiously into Terry's mindscape.

She doesn't seem impressed.

"How predictable. C+ at best." Satori judges the space idly, leaning out a bit further to peer into the dark corner. "Only one little corner is even remotely interesting."

Inside the vaguely futuristic looking door to Lafiel's mind, find an immense space colony, orbiting in a graceful parabola around a gently glowing star. Outside great ships pass silently in the void.

Inside, find a clean, almost crystal-spires-and-togas-ish environment. Warm light. Great bulkheads. Windows out to the sun and stars. Teams of Abh children in jumpsuits compete in low gravity sports throughout.

There are also well manicured little parks under artificial sunlight. Inhabited by friendly cats. Dozens of them.

Cats! Aah, so cute.

Luly intended to explore—it certainly seems familiar—but instead she's ended up sprawled out on the grass in one of the parks, petting the assorted kitties.

Jamie's subconscious is excruciatingly orderly, all straight lines and right angles and the occasional gentle curve, in neutral shades of grey. Thoughts and memories appear as uniformly-sized cubes arranged in a grid pattern, each one swirling gently with images in subdued colors and neatly labeled in precise, cramped handwriting: and so on.

Near certain memories, the gridwork and neat lines and memory-cubes vanish suddenly, resuming again some distance away. There's no pattern to these voids, though they seem to cluster up in areas delineating the more recent portions of Jamie's life and then, themselves, abruptly disappear.

Aside from the blank spots, the only thing marring the mindscape are places of intense turbulence, heaving and roiling in agitation. These are contained behind nice, clean-looking barriers, but despite their tidiness there's the suggestion that they were constructed hurriedly, out of fear. Every now and again the walls shudder and bend outward, glowing with the faintest hint of electric blue.

Tess moves across the sand with her suit sealed, shimmering a soft yellow-green in the soft light. Behind and around her like a particularly voluminous cloak, a trail of similar-seeming material flutters, venting concentrated heat back out into the air.

She pauses at the edge of the village, looking around.

"Oh, I'm sorry my mind isn't interesting enough. Little brat..."

And don't think he doesn't see you peering into the cavern. He's keeping his eye on you, missy. He doesn't need, or want, people poking around in the darker side of his psyche.

An Abh princess, dressed in her naval uniform will be staring down at you with her hands on her hips. But this time she's not frowning.

"I did not know you liked cats."

Inside the faux-church, a motherly looking woman (http://izar.deviantart.com/art/Miles-Teg-and-Darwi-Odrade-35482347) looks up from her game of pyramid chess.

"You should see what that is, Sheeana."

"I don't want to." Pawn moves en gravitant.

"You're the dominant personality here. This is your responsibility."

Sheeana sighs, pulls her robe up over her stillsuit and looks out the door. "You're going to get very hot very quickly in that!" She calls to the figure.

Satori floats in through the window, poking a pile of discarded memories with her foot. "It's a mess in here. Have you ever considered psychoanalysis?"

To ~~convince herself she wants to~~ escape Meluly's hundredth attempt to seduce her, Lafiel's decided to go wandering. When she opens the door, she finds herself in a pretty, ground world landscape.

She inhales the scent of pines.

Motoko's door isn't so much a door as a net gate, glowing brightly white in the relative gloom, and very clearly digital in origin, crawling with both English and Japanese, labels detonating it as her own.

On the other side, a burst of blue-white fills your eye, and if you can keep them open, a momentary glimpse of a midnight field dotted with glowing lights and traveling data-packets like shooting stars: the Net as seen from within. It fades quickly, leaving an aftgerimage, and before it can be fully grasped you find yourself in an empty studio apartment, spartanly furnished, but elegantly designed in steel and obsidian, lit in a blue tone and windows ringed round. Welcome to Motoko's home; you getter get the fuck out of her head before she fries you for violating her barriers.

Satori is sitting in one of the parks, looking relaxed. Sipping tea.

Talking to one of the cats.

She looks more content than she generally does in the company of people.

"I'm fine!" a girlish voice calls back, with the faint tinge and slightly warped tone of a quiet voice given artificial amplification. "I've got good refrigeration."

Tess heads towards the little church structure, feet moving in a slightly rolling way that suggests heavy weight and a certain practice in making sure not to sink unduly into soft materials.

"Hey, no poking at my memories, I need those," Terry says, scowling a bit. "Wait... why would I need psychoana-whatever?"

"It would help you tidy up in here, among other things." Satori eyes the dark cavern again. "I'm not very good with the subconscious, but I know someone who is."

One cat in particular (http://omoikane.as.arizona.edu/~enielsen/animenight/crestofthestars/diaho.jpg) is affectionate, soaking up as much love as it can.

"My little brother does that." Lafiel's not exactly condescending, just amused.

Satori turns an eye toward Lafiel, looking like she was happier talking to the cats. "Do the cats talk back to him?"

The Fremen have, by this point, gathered around her, looking suspicious. Who is this stranger with her odd stillsuit?

"And eventually your refrigerant will run out. I must take you in and see to your equipment, traveller." Enough Voice to disperse the fremen villagers.