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chapter ix - livin' in a lonely world

working hard to get my fill,
everybody wants a thrill-
payin' anything to roll the dice...
just one more time.
- don't stop believin'

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Leisurely yet assuredly, the airplane had landed with a triumphant-
Welcome to Los Angeles, ladies and gentlemen, and everything inbetween!

He could feel the strain release from his muscles, as he gave Dave an appeased gaze. Wilbur could percept the jetlag already settling as the man next to him heartily laughed at his strong eyebags. Sniggering, he pulled his luggage from beneath his feet, many passengers awaited the the sweet release of the doors in the passageways.

The Brit leaned back, stretching. It was only past 10 am, and the skies glimmered as the clouds embosomed the sun. The airport was surprisingly empty for a Saturday morning.

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Presently, the passageways cleared up entirely and the duo headed down, engaging in a friendly conversation.

"So Dave, you're American, why were you in Britain?" Wilbur lately started feeling like himself, he was aware of homesickness but was desperate to get away.

"Ah, there was a convention for ex-hypixel youtubers, so like a meetup. Loolitsalex, Spifey, Skeppy, MaxK, Zelk, F1nn5ter, Wisp and a bunch of other people showed up."
"Oh, I thought Alex quit?"
"Yeah, he did, earlier this year. But he still keeps in touch with a few of us, so... Yeah. Especially George, they were always really close."

"Oh I see, I'm actually going to have George on Earthsmp, I've never spoken to him though."
"He's a nerd." Techno chuckled, pulling up his backpack further up his broad shoulders.

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"I'll meet you anon, see you man." Techno winked and sat in his taxi. Waving, Wilbur smiled appreciatevely.
"Just gotta find the hotel now." He thought to himself.

He began walking, feeling out of place as people who looked like literal models passed by in sandals, floral dresses, cargo shorts, stylist glasses and match suits, et cetera. Wil genuinely needed a makeover, all he wore was a mixture of three sweaters and black bottoms, after all.

Strolling casually, he passed by a handy-looking shop, with welcoming-looking people. Beverly Hills by Weezer played, good sign.

What if I-
Haha, Jk!

Unless...?

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[ irl switch ]

"Guys! I think I found a way out!" Carson theorized and Travis chuckled at his voice crack. In a canon, everyone swiveled around to focus on where he was pointing. Frantically, everyone rushed through, desperate to leave the murky place.

Soon, they were all out. All panting heavily, taking seats on the ground. the place was humid, and it appeared as if they were at a shore of a jungle. Tall canopies arose from the ground, covered in thick bushes.

"Guys, I think some of us should stay here to fix the boat," Phil suggested, leaning on a boulder. Slow nods could be seen throughout the group, people stepping forwards to do so.

"I am not staying. I have the brains here therefore I am leading the expedition," Schlatt decided, announcing proudly as he placed on his sunglasses, posing. "If you're staying here, you're reparing the boat."

Ty, Pokay, Travis, Phil, and Connor all volunteered to.

"Coop, I'm too scared to go. Please stay here!!" Travis exclaimed, gaining a quiet nod from Cooper; "Eh, I doubt there's anything special around here anyway, it looks pretty abandoned."
"Fair enough." Connor spoke, and casually fetched the boat parts.

"Alright, so it's us all. Ted, you going?" Charlie asked a passive Ted curiously.
"Oh! Yeah, sure. Why not? I'm just happy to not be on the sea again."

Together, they all cautiously entered.