Ready Player One

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[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!

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Affirmative! [he chirps.] Come, on, come on, right this way. Hurry up.

[The squip strides behind Michael and keeps going, gesturing for him to follow him down the hall. It's a long one, and there are plenty of windows to offer light and fog that drifts in from the clouds off of the Edge.]

Now, you see, this place falls under many definitions of "ridiculous." I've granted me a solid form, for one, and it seems to draw in people from many places and many times. The rooms change places. Even I can't put an explanation to it.

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[Michael watches with skeptical eyes, but follows at a languid pace. He won't 'hurry up', thanks, but he will come.

And holy shit he's even agreeing with this thing on some points. That's messed up. But 'ridiculous' is absolutely the correct word here.]

The rooms change places?

[As if this wasn't weird enough already.]