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===Plane of Consciousness=== | ===Plane of Consciousness=== | ||
- | This area is the Hosts' current thoughts. As such its prone to change, but usually more comprehensible than the far reaches of the mind. The Host is present throughout the mind, able to communicate to Guests | + | This area is the Hosts' current thoughts. As such its prone to change, but usually more comprehensible than the far reaches of the mind. The Host is present throughout the mind, able to communicate to visitors |
The centre of the [[Cranium Conference]] is in Cassidy' | The centre of the [[Cranium Conference]] is in Cassidy' | ||
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===Sensory Array=== | ===Sensory Array=== | ||
- | The Sensory Array is the sensory input to the mind. It is usually located very close to the Plane of Consciousness, | + | The Sensory Array is the sensory input to the mind. It is usually located very close to the Plane of Consciousness, |
A Sensory Array could appear as a forest of mushrooms, which psychics can tap into by touching their hands to the roots and accessing the fungal network. | A Sensory Array could appear as a forest of mushrooms, which psychics can tap into by touching their hands to the roots and accessing the fungal network. | ||
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===Subconscious Wilds=== | ===Subconscious Wilds=== | ||
- | The far reaches of any mind are a tangled mess of base instincts, repressed thoughts and unconscious desires. The Host has very little presence here, often not able to communicate to Visitors | + | The far reaches of any mind are a tangled mess of base instincts, repressed thoughts and unconscious desires. The Host has very little presence here, often not able to communicate to visitors |
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+ | The Subconcious Wilds might be found amongst the crevices unseen of infinitely tall cliffs, battered by freezing waves at the edge of a sea of thoughts. |