twoplayergay: (I CANT SEE FUCK JER)
Michael Mell ([personal profile] twoplayergay) wrote in [community profile] castle_perrault2017-10-17 04:02 pm
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Ready Player One

[First thing Michael notices is that his ass isn't planted in the beanbag chair he fell asleep in. What is being a senior for other than late night video game benders with your best friend in the world, right? Yeah.

Man is he stiff, though. He groans and shifts around, trying to get comfortable again. It fails miserably.

A moment later he opens his eyes with a big frown and sits up.

Definitely not his bean bag. Not his room??? He didn't even drink last night what gives...]


Yo, Jeremy, this isn't funny.

[He stumbles to his feet and stretches to get life back into his limbs. He's in some like old-fashioned sitting room? In a really uncomfortable chair. There's like a fireplace and shit.]

Who's house even is this?! How did you get me here? Jeremyyyyyyy!
jakeyd: (>=|)

basically carrying micheal to where the beds are rn nbd tho

[personal profile] jakeyd 2017-11-13 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, was that all? [If Micheal was just a little surprised then the obvious answer to making things less awkward is to just start walking, right? Definitely. Now he's just carrying Big M on the tour, no big deal. Jake can always put Mike down later if he really does seem uncomfortable.]

Huh, do you think it really has to read our minds for that? I was thinkin' more like...how amazon predicts what you might wanna buy from the shit you already ordered. Maybe it just senses--actually, wait, that's creepy too. I just didn't think about this hard enough. Shit.

Okay, you're right, we're trapped in a stalker castle.
jakeyd: (What's the story with Madeline?)

sure is

[personal profile] jakeyd 2017-12-16 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
I was taking you to the dorm area so you know where it is, but now I'm kinda wondering if we should just swipe the mattresses and live outside once we find Rich. I mean, there's not a whole lot out there but like, the place probably can't read our minds out there.

[Or at least, he thinks it can't?]

I dunno, man.

[He hasn't stopped walking, though; and his arms are fine. Micheal may be big but he's very soft and nice to carry! Not that Jake's actually going to consider how nice until later, Mike's really giving him too much credit for not being distracted by their conversation. He's just comfortable because his mind is on which hallways are which and how to avoid having a building hear their thoughts.]