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people play a drinking game in milliways
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Clarinda looks a bit surprised. "I didn't mean you, did you mean you?"

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He stops with his drink halfway to his lips and sets it down. "That’s cheating. Absolutely inexcusable cheating."

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"What, bringing up something I know Imrijka did?"

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"What if I had poisoned your drink, huh? Then you’d be putting me in a real pickle."

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"Security would stop you and you've already lied to us at least once."

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"And here I was thinking this was about what turned out to be an ambiguous statement."

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Shrug.

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"Never have I ever ridden a bicycle."

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Imrijka has a drink. "Pretty hard to teach kids how to bike if you can't."

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Clarinda doesn't. "I've been involved in a crash but I don't think landing on top of a unicycle counts. On multiple axes."

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"Now, that sounds like a story," he tells Clarinda. He also drinks.

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Cumin has barely ridden a bicycle but someone was doing a tech demo and she did try it. She has a drink.

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"Maybe? I'm not sure where to start. I was heading home from a pretty long event, so it was kind of dark and the lighting was all greenish. And despite this, this guy kept checking his map rather than the path, even though there was Unicycle Roads signage around, and he ran into me. And, well. I did grab the ropes, so I suppose it was fine, I didn't get much worse than some scrapes and bruises, but it really ruined the night."

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"I could use more context."

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"Sure, one moment."

Clarinda closes her eyes and concentrates. After a moment she's holding something which looks like a painting, though the edges and back of the canvas are suspiciously low on detail and she doesn't really seem to be holding it like it weighs anything.

The painting shows a forest of massive trees with doors and the occasional window carved into them. A diverse and almost tangled array of bridges, cables, and platforms connects the doors. Sunlight filters in from above, but much of the forest is only lit by vines with glowing yellowish-green leaves, which trail out the doors, around trunks, and often along bridges. The primary focus of the painting is a palatial building of stone and ornately patterned tile embedded within a massive tree.

"This is where I lived. …not the Dornan building or right next to it, the city."

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He flaps his hands. "I like that. Just need to figure out how to survive your world and get you out of wherever you're stuck and maybe I can see it in person."

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