It was real, but it wasn't, really.

As she wiped the last frosty crumbs of the danish off her mouth, Thrones pulled her sleeves up a bit, narrowing her eyes as she practiced her Arts. A second passed, and then a translucent ring, magenta in color, expanded a couple inches away from her palm. She cocked her head, listening for something, and once she heard it, she grimaced.

Not the real thing after all. At least the danishes were good.

The world before her was diversely designed, but colorless and textureless. Was it randomly generated? Or was it something that, true to the neural network name, generated something based off the shared memories of the people plugged in? As Vlad and Strix began discussing strategy, Thrones tested out her body instead, rotating her feet and stretching her arms, generating and oscillating more transculent rings. Exterminate all enemies and arrive safely at their extraction point; didn't seem too bad.

Hearing a crack as she stretched her neck back and wondering whether she'd be hearing that same crack once she returned to reality, Thrones turned to the others and said, [b]"Sticking to one group would be best. We've only one medic, and the mission fails if we incur a single causualty. Don't risk it."[/b]