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!

Comments

thats gay

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[Holy shit aren't your arms getting tired yet dude? Michael isn't swole like Rich but he's still a big boy. He becomes hyperaware of his arms, now that this is obviously going to continue and he isn't sure if they should be there???? or???? down in his lap????? How is Jake just not fussed about this at all is this boy just so comfortable in his sexuality??? Or just not at all attracted to Michael. Yeah of course that's it. Of course he isn't flustered he's just a happy friendly dude.

Michael fucking say something.]

Sorry to burst your bubble, homie. I just don't like anyone or anything that isn't me being able to know what I'm thinking, you know? Hard pass, man.

Soooooooo. Where're we goin?

sure is

[jakeyd]

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.]

I'm so glad

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I dunno, dude, the whole floating island is probably still part of the castle, right? If it can fly and fucking teleport us out of wherever we were to wherever this is....

I'd rather have a roof over my head, even if it means stalker castle. At least he can't talk, right? So it can't blab secrets or anything.

[Extra blankets on command sounds kind of sweet honestly.]

Maybe we can practice meditation or some shit.