Keith shifted in his seat. The Sky Magazine was about as interesting as it usually was, while the movies on the low quality monitor in front of him were at least a decade old. Jason nudged him with an elbow, and Keith locked his hands onto the rests and shuddering before quickly realising that the plane wasn't going through turbulence. Annoyed, he shot a glance sideways.

"What is it?" He hissed.

"Enjoy yourself a little, man! We're one in a thousand to get to play this game!" Jason nudged him again before flashing his trademark grin.

"Actually we're one in ten thousand." A steady voice cut in from Keith's left side.
Zachary thoughtfully pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Keith glared at him and ripped the glasses off Zach's face before dropping it into the Sky Magazine pocket.

"Hey! What was that for?" Zach glared back at him.

"Everyone knows you don't need glasses, and they don't make you look smarter." Keith dropped the glare and rolled his eyes before slumping back in his seat, arms folded.

"Pff," Zach sat back himself. "I never said they did." He huffed.

The rest of the journey was in relative silence, after the pilot blanketed the plane with his raspy voice telling everyone that landing was commencing, Keith spoke up.

"Remind me why we need to go to Japan to play this thing?" He already knew the answer, but was bored enough to repeat the question for some sort of conversation.

"Server's only in Japan for now, dude." Jason ripped his eyes of an old cartoon episode playing in front of him. "They won't have servers back home for months, plus the flights to Japan are dirt cheap over the holidays. We'll rent out some of those box apartments and the journey will cost us practically a trip to the supermarket." He laid back, eyeing the no smoking and seatbelt sign that loomed in front of them.

Keith followed his gaze before slumping back once again. Jace's right, I've come all this way, I may as well enjoy himself. Right?
Jace is eccentric at times, but for once, he is right.

About an hour later, the plane thumped against the landing strip with a thud, sending Keith sprawling around in his seat. The plane screeched to a stop, and the flight attendants materialised in the entranceways to guide everyone out.
Keith didn't even look back when he grabbed Jason by his collar and dragged him away from the flight attendant he was trying to get a phone number from.

After the hours that were baggage claim, security checks and the taxi ride to their apartments, the trio had finally made it to where they wanted to be.
Three doors no bigger than air duct panels adjacent to even more doors awaited in front of them. Zach tossed the other two their keys and got down on his knees to open his own. Inside was a room slightly bigger than a wardrobe turned on its side. Despite this, it had a bed, plug outlets, drawers and a sink. How they crammed all this into one tiny space was a miracle. Zach dropped his suitcase and zipped it open.

Inside that suitcase was something Keith was convinced, just a few days ago, he would never see in real life. Zach pulled out a set of Nerve Gear and handed it to Keith.