Book 5: Chapter 36: The Gamers Come Through
Howard
March 2343
In Virt
Bridget and I received a couple of tokens, no time specified, from Gandalf, along with a note: I’m free now if you want.
Worked for me. We activated the tokens and found ourselves in the Gamers’ vestibule. Which, it turned out, looked like a waiting room at a legal firm. There was even a receptionist, although a quick metadata check indicated she was an NPC.
Bridget snorted, then started to sit down just as Gandalf came out of the back. He was still dressing like Ian McKellen in LOTR, which I thought was perfectly reasonable but drove Bridget batty. I think her eye actually twitched as he greeted us.
“Hello and welcome. Come on into my office.” Gandalf made a sweeping gesture with his staff. Twitch, twitch.
“What’s with the layout?” I asked.
Gandalf smiled. “Just playing against type. We’re trying to swap things out weekly, and some of the suggestions are really bizarre. Even for me. This”—he gestured around him—“is tame.”