+ Make the Most of Your Regrets +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Real side of the Mansion, anywhere.
When: January 12 - 15
Rating: Please warn for anything above PG-13.
Summary: As the Gryphon announced, there is an event. Everyone is now living as if one regret they formerly had no longer exists.
The Story:

Please post your top levels here and tag around! For plotting and a link to the bulletin board for more details, head to the plotting post. The FAQ is also there for any last minute questions.

Remember, you can only change one regret and your character is now an AU version of themselves in regards to how that would have changed them.

Have fun ♥

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[beautifullies]

[ Claire smiles gently. ]

Well. Cookies, for one. Oreos and those miniature chocolate chip sort that come in a bag you might find in a vending machine. All sorts of different chips, and I do mean American chips.

[ Not french fries, in case she thinks the accent means crisps are something different. ]

Any of that sound appealing so far?

[shrimpheavennow]

[Oh God this lady is so nice. Eleanor sniffles and nods.]

Oreos. Yes.

[Time to struggle to her feet on a very narrow stair. At least she's leaving the box of wine behind?]

Take me to them.

[beautifullies]

[ Claire smiles softly and gently helps Eleanor up, one hand taking hers before slowly guiding her down the stairs all the way to the first floor. She only lets go of her once they've cleared the trip hazard and can walk together toward the clinic. ]

It's quite an interesting choice, you know. Boxed wine when you could get the really good, thousands of dollars a bottle wine from the closets.

[ She's not judging the day drinking because that'd make her a nice fat hypocrite. No, she would rather encourage better quality, apparently. ]

[shrimpheavennow]

I was feeling nostalgic, I guess. It was the first kind I stole from my mom's purse.

[Eleanor glances up at Claire, brow furrowed in confusion.]

You know a lot of modernish things for somebody who wears big old-timey dresses. Have you just...been here forever?

[Or is she just really extra and dressing to match the mansion they live in?]

[beautifullies]

[ It's an answer that makes Claire duck her head a bit in amusement before looking over at Eleanor. ]

Well, I have been here for two years almost, which isn't as long as some. But I am a bit of a...well. Time traveler, I suppose. I'm from someplace like this, only time does move there, and I remember everything.

[ Claire lets them into the clinic and turns on the lights, leading the way to her own office. ]

So, I have the benefit of being very modern, but being from a time where old-timey dresses are all the rage.

[shrimpheavennow]

Oh. That's kind of cool, actually. I always thought time travel was kind of geeky sounding, but. You do look really fancy.

[Which, admittedly, is something Eleanor's always sort of admired but also thought was too good for her and therefore that admiration turned into resentment? But Chidi's helped her realize that's one of her Things To Work On and. Well, it's nice to admit she likes things, actually. Even if it's nerdy.

She follows Claire, checking out the clinic as she goes.]

This is a really good idea. I sort of forgot about people needing doctors and stuff, being dead before and all, but this place is mean.

[She pauses, suddenly realizing:]

Oh noooo, I'm going to be so hungover!

[beautifullies]

[ Claire stifles a laugh though it dies anyway in her throat at Eleanor's next words, face changing a bit. ]

You're dead at home?

[ She isn't sure what to say; 'I'm sorry' doesn't seem sincere and so she busies herself with getting a water bottle for her and handing it over. ]

Here. Start drinking this and we can make that hangover a little less intense.

[shrimpheavennow]

Yeah. I was even totally in the afterlife. And then some third place that wasn't either.

[Michael probably said where the Judge lived but she probably wasn't paying attention.

She takes the bottle and takes a sip.]

Thanks. And sorry, I think? I'm not really great at telling when I'm a jerk when I'm drunk. And sometimes when I'm sober. Either way, this is super nice of you.

[beautifullies]

Well. You haven't been a jerk at all, but if you had, believe me when I say you couldn't be any worse than some of the very drunk soldiers and Scotsmen I've taken care of in my life. In fact, you've been the opposite of a jerk.

[ Claire smiles just a little at Eleanor, sad that she's had to die and seemingly so young. It's also none of her business, although she's insanely curious now. ]

So you're...fully aware of being dead? It's clear to you?

[shrimpheavennow]

Oh, that's good. [She just barely resists the urge to ask about kilts.]

Um, yeah, in my world it was. I guess if you actually go to heaven it's pretty nice. I was just in a...fake version. So it looked nice but kind of sucked under the surface? Michael designed it to make us miserable. But then we kept figuring him out over and over again, so he joined our side to get out of trouble.

[beautifullies]

[ Oh, but Claire very much appreciates kilts. This is a conversation she could have.

For now, she's fascinated by what Eleanor is saying. ]

If heaven was meant to...make you miserable then I'm guessing it wasn't actually heaven after all.

[ Though her mind doesn't necessarily switch to the opposite conclusion. Instead, it makes her think of this place, Wonderland. Not going where one intended seems to be a common thread among them all. ]