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[cataract]

Light is not entirely sure where he is, or why. There's bright green grass beneath him, and the sun overhead is warm on his face. Lying back in the grass, he folds one arm over his eyes; wherever he is, he decides, it's not unpleasant.

[[OOC: private to refractings.]]

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[refractings]

[Sometimes, when the endless hallways and windowless rooms become stifling, Light seeks out a forested room he's found, far enough from the populated areas to be seldom-used.

This is the first time it's changed on him, and he blinks in surprise as he steps through the door. Behind him, the door is still visible, its frame rising from the ground unsupported by any walls. He knows if he goes behind the door, where the other side of the door should be there will be nothing but grass -- at least he assumes so. Aside from the scenery, this room seems similar enough to his forest room, so it probably acts roughly the same way.

The sunlight is a bit bright for reading; Light glances with mild regret at the copy of Candide he holds. But the weather is temperate, and the fields are picturesque, and there's no harm in relaxing for a bit

[cataract]

[Light, reasonably enough, has taken this for a dream. He's outdoors, with no buildings in sight - something he's never known. He's alone, which is unheard of - Ryuk is always there, somewhere, a willing audience for Light's undoubted brilliance.

Nothing that's about to happen will change his mind. Probably. Hearing the cough - familiar, yet not - he lifts the arm over his eyes to- Oh. I see. The other boy looks almost exactly like him, if a little - what is that, diffidence?

Light's half-smile is as perfect as if he'd been expecting someone; he almost reflects the sun overhead.]

Hello there.

[refractings]

[Light raises his eyebrows a bit; he doesn't recognize this double, but the double seems to recognize him.] Have we met before?

[He's not the type to forget such things, but all bets are pretty much off in the Mansion.]

[cataract]

Not in person.

[The smile brightens a little further, radiating self-confidence, before fading. It's an odd question for a dream to ask; looking up towards the sky, which is a vivid blue, he experiments with speeding up some of the flitting white cirrus clouds. They're unimpressed.]

I didn't quite expect to run into myself today. I think it might be the first time.