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+ THIS is the Bad Place! - MINGLE LOG +

Who: EVERYONE
Where: The Neighborhood!
When: 4/26 - 4/30
Rating: PG-13, warn if going higher - no swearing by event law!
Summary: Catch-all log for The Good Place event!
The Story:

Welcome to the Good Place! Your character, tragically, has died in their world. They might not remember how (or maybe they do!) but it’s okay either way because conveniently they have earned enough points to go to the Good Place when they die! They’ve earned a house that they have been told is perfectly suited to them (it is probably not, but who are they to question the universe?!) in an absolutely delightful and quaint little Neighborhood with a frozen yogurt shop on every block. It’s almost irritatingly perfect!

Most importantly though, someone will be living with your character. Someone very, very special - their soulmate, hand-picked from the billions on Earth! Sure, it may not be who (or even what) they expected, but this is what they’ve earned from the good life they’ve lived in your world. They deserve this! They really, truly do.

Everyone is welcome to add details to what exactly is in the Neighborhood - everyone has different standards for what constitutes an "objectively good but still mediocre" neighborhood experience, after all!

Need more information, or maybe a soulmate? Head on over to the plot post! Prose or [Action Brackets] are both welcome!

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Dead. Huh. There's a lot of things that Wendy thought death would be like, but this? This isn't it. Not to mention the last thing she remembers is something about zombies, and refusing to sing, and then she is here. In a house with the weirdest mishmash of chrome and glass and everything looks like it comes out of some weird future, and it's her perfect home? Yeah, she's not sure she's buying that. Except for one thing.

The wonderful, beautiful, definitely perfect boombox with tape deck and thunder bass and playing the best song ever. Or so this Good Place apparently thinks Sadly it apparently has a one track mind that is determined to devour Wendy's soul.

And it seems that no matter where Wendy goes, it's there. Waiting for her. Serenading her. Always. With the sweet, soothing sounds of Straight Blanchin'. Always. Constantly.

Isn't it sweet and romantic?

Edited 2019-04-29 17:53 (UTC)

[This physical attention she minds a lot less. It also doesn't bother her that both of them are dead. So long as they're together, who cares? She presses her head to his chest and glances back at the dog, which is still alarming and distracting.]

Why the fork do you have a dog named Phillip?

Because apparently my afterlife is all about how much I love forking with the 'rents. And can I just register an objection to the fake swears? It's really forking annoying.

[Even more than the dang dog.]

[ Surely anyone spending time in this objectively but still mediocre neighbourhood will find themselves in the park at one point or another. As does Ange, since she was planning on quietly reading a book there without being bothered. Unfortunately the biggest bother here making this experience painfully mediocre is her assigned soulmate.

And said soulmate is about to make your experience more painfully mediocre too. If anyone is trying to relax in the park, just trying to peacefully sit on a bench or lie down in the grass.. They will quickly find themselves met by a cat trying to squarely sit on top of their lap or - if they're lying down - their chest, proceeding to shove its butt nearly into your face while it's trying to make itself comfortable.

Also, yes, the cat is wearing a witch hat. Terribly spooky.

A moment after the cat has claimed you as its new seat, Ange will follow, running over to you and giving the cat an incredibly exasperated look. ]

Oh, don't-- Too late.

[ Now she's just standing next to you looking defeated. ]

Hey, are we legally responsible for our soulmates? Because if not, you can just take care of that cat instead. Enjoy.

Brianna has no idea how she died, but if this is heaven, then, well. It's not so bad? Even if it's a little...hokey for what she might have believed in if she really, solidly, believed in anything. But she's shown to a house and is told her soulmate is there so, what the hell?

When in the Good Place, right? At least there's that; she made it up instead of down.

Still, it's a little awkward to suddenly find out she has a soulmate, so she grabs some frozen yogurt before going back home, calling out for him. "Luke? I brought back some frozen yogurt. And you can choose between 'full cell phone battery' and 'clothes right out of the dryer' flavor."

[Lapis has been skeptical of this event from the word go -- there are just so MANY problems with the premise -- and so by the later days she pretty much gets exactly what's going on. And it's stupid. But there doesn't seem to be anything to actually do about it besides wait it out, wary for any additional complications, so in the meantime she's basically doing what she normally does, which is nothing. Really this isn't even that different from Wonderland proper.

So anyway, she sorta recoils a bit when the cat jumps into her lap, but not enough to discourage it even slightly, and then Ange comes over and that explains it. Lapis squints up at her, largely ignoring the cat for the moment. She understands that most people are not going to remember her right now, and in her estimation there's generally no point trying to argue with someone caught up in an event... although considering she remembered, it might not be completely hopeless. At most, that'll have to be felt out.

There's also the fact that it's Ange, and after the things they've talked about recently, seeing her here practically seems like purposeful dramatic irony. Lapis finds herself conscious of how very different the situation must be for her than for Ange right now, as if she were in the audience for that proverbial drama, or as if she's been given a position of responsibility. She's gonna try and play it cool. Which is okay since that's also basically what these two normally do when they talk.]

No and no, thanks.

"I guess?" Jean shrugged. Despite having a few crushes and being a bit of a lovelorn fool, he really had no idea what being a soulmate could possibly entail. Was it a personality thing? A physical thing? He believed in love-at-first-sight, and he definitely wasn't feeling it now. "The little floating boxes weren't that helpful on the subject. Nobody's been able to tell me anything for sure."

He began to look towards Entrapta in a more scrutinizing matter, but still, nothing was coming to him. Maybe it was one of those grow on you type of things.

Oh. A pony. That should probably be weird, and it would be under most circumstances, but Chloe is trying to have a conversation with a box DVD set so if she is surprised, it doesn't register on her face.

"I hope not. Because if it is, it's broken." She pokes it with her foot, feeling a little bad immediately after because she isn't sure if maybe this is a practical joke, or maybe everything has a soul, even well-loved shows from the 80s.

[Among the inhabitants of the Good Place, there is one small boy. Steven Quartz Universe cannot remember how he died, and he has been spared from any details about it. He's fine with that, as he's coping with things by just focusing on his life after life here in the Good Place. At least he's ended up in a Good Place! Although... his soultmate is a bit different than his expectations. He imagined something or someone a bit less prickly!

Steven starts his day departing from his house, a small one that is located in an obscure and easily-missed part of the neighborhood. He was told that this reflected his wishes to have his own room and to not have others constantly bothering him.

He can be found wandering around the neighborhood, tugging along a red wagon in which his cactus soultmate is sitting, while there's also a number of thorns sticking out of his clothes. He can also be seen settling down in one of the eateries along with his cactus; he could have easily arranged a double date with another pair of soulmates! And he can also be seen reluctantly preparing to eat some square pizza...]

[Closed to Nageki]

[There has been a lot to take in today. She died, she apparently made it to the Good Place, take that various law enforcement she's met throughout her life, she gets a soulmate and that's actually...the biggest adjustment today.]

...okay don't take this the wrong way, but you're not what I expected. But that feeling's probably mutual, right?

[She's pretty sure on that one, but they'll make this work...probably?]

[Open]

[Okay, soulmate adjusting aside, she can deal with this. Then again, she has to, it's the afterlife, right? She's here for an eternity so there's plenty of time to adjust to things like her soulmate being a talking pigeon or the lack of ice cream or a number of other little things that kind of nag her (like not being able to curse, what the fork is with that?).

But she's trying to get by, and can be found reading one of her soulmate's weird celebrity bird magazines (she has so many questions about that) at one of the many frozen yogurt shops.]

This is completely forking ridiculous.

[Still, Good Place! That's good, right? It's just kind of...well, things could be better.]

A. HOUSE VISIT

[There is absolutely no way this is right. Stan cannot conceive of any possible combination of things he's done in his life that would land him in the Good Place. The small amount of good he's done could be worth one hundred times the bad things and it still wouldn't be enough.

But. He's also never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth either.

So he's not gonna exactly correct anyone. He'll gladly take this big house with its wood paneling and pictures of hot women on hot cars, and sailboats in glass bottles and oversized sword fish on the walls and keep his mouth shot. If he gets to live out eternity in a classy robe like some rich jerk and he wasn't supposed to? That's someone else's problem, not his. It even has a room entirely full of sad clown paintings, which is surprisingly not a thing of torture for him. No, he just unironically likes sad clown paintings. He goes in there to reflect on things, and be marveled by the beauty of art.

It's perfect! ...Except for that it's huge. And no one else is there. But that's nothing new, right? He's fine!

Plus, it isn't completely empty. He's got his soulmate, but Stan isn't exactly thrilled about it. He and this animatronic badger have...a history]

B. OUT AND ABOUT

[Ultimately, Stan tries to make the best of his soulmate situation. They've got to be soulmates for a reason, right? This is the afterlife so there's probably some destiny bullshirt or something, right? That sounds like it probably makes sense!

So now and then Stan tries getting them out of the house (but stays in his comfy robe and slippers, because he's dead and who cares? He's staying as cozy as possible) and out into the Neighborhood! They can definitely be overheard fighting at one of the many frozen yogurt shops.]

NOW GIVE ME YOUR MON-AAAAAAY!

Will E. I've already told you, I don't have money here! No one does! It's a moneyless wasteland that doesn't know what the fork ice cream is! I've got nothing to give you! Can't you just be happy with what we've got? With what I can give you?

WHO WANTS TO GET B-B-B-BADGERED?

Hey! I don't appreciate your tone! I never should've given you a chance, y'know that? Old Goldie never would've treated me like this! [Stan actually starts to tear up a little and it's difficult to gauge if this is sincere or some elaborate performance on his part.] He would've treated me like I mattered! And you! You can't even take your stupid sunglasses off and look me in the eye when I'm talkin' to you!

[Will E. Badger doesn't seem to know what to say to that (since he definitely cannot do that), and there's a long beat of silence between them. Then, at exactly the same volume and intensity:]

WHO WANTS TO GET B-B-B-BADGERED?

[Stan sniffles, seemingly comforted by this.] Yeah...Yeah, alright. There's gotta be a half decent bar around here somewhere, right?

C. UH-OH

[Stan's looking a little bit nervous in the Neighborhood on the last day of this event, but you! You look trustworthy, so he's gonna slide over and chat you up. He's looking for some opinions!]

Heeeey pal! Buddy! Quick question about this whole Good Place/Bad Place thing. Say you do something here...we'll call "bad". [With air quotes and all.] Are there actual cops here? Or do you think that whole tallying points up thing stops once you actually get here and nothing bad you do counts anymore?

Asking for a friend. ...A friend who definitely did not push their soulmate down a very tall flight of stairs.

Edited 2019-04-30 02:21 (UTC)

Death had taken him quietly and gracefully, inasmuch as death can be either of those things. And of course, his memory of certain events leading up to his own demise is speculative at best, but he'll assume it was the death he'd always wanted: parting with his last breath as a torrent of rain fell upon him, and Scotland's old and steady mountains called his soul home.

When he'd pondered what eternal rest might have looked like, this certainly wasn't it, of course. Very little in this place is even familiar to him, and none of it very comforting or comfortable.

His only saving grace comes from being matched with a kind woman, whose eyes harbor glimpses of her tender soul if you look long enough.

"Do ye recall much of yer life before this?" He asks her quietly, the day after their arrival here.

A. Hello, Soulmate!

[This is all very overwhelming for Tohru. She doesn't remember passing away, but it's such a sad thought that she can hardly bear it. However, she's been trying to stay positive even though...none of this is really what she imagined death to be like. She still can't believe that there's a soulmate for her! And that they're also here in the Good Place waiting.

It takes her a little bit to find the right home, but she's absolutely buzzing with excitement, wondering what kind of person her soulmate is. She can't even imagine it, especially since she tries to get along with everyone as best as she can. What sort of person would be best? And is she really the best kind of person for someone else?

Eventually she does find the place though, and knocks on the door. When it opens, she smiles and bows deeply in greeting.]

Hello! Are you Lapis Lazuli? It's very nice to meet you! My name is Tohru Honda and I'm, well...I'm your soulmate!

[She's all smiles, pleasant as she can possibly be.]

B. Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

[Everything feels like a mess. It seems like her soulmate doesn't actually like her very much, but on top of that she feels a lot lonelier than she would have ever imagined feeling. She hopes her mother didn't feel like this...but, that's another problem too.

Tohru tries to spend a lot of time in the Neighborhood, greeting people and meeting everyone she possibly can. It's a big place and there are a lot of people, but...not everyone in the world who's ever died. Still, she can't give up!]

Um, excuse me - I was wondering if you've met a woman named Kyoko here?

C. In and around the Dreamhouse

[By the third or fourth day, Tohru is restless. She has absolutely no idea how to relax in a place where she not only doesn't need to work, but can't really work due to the fact that everything is supplied to them. Restaurants serve them without any cooks and there's no need to hire someone to clean, and it leaves her with no ability to get her mind off of everything she's been thinking.

So she cooks. She cooks, and she cleans, and she starts a couple of small craft projects and cleans them up again and cooks some more food. She does everything in her power to make sure she's never doing nothing - and she does it all with a cheerful smile on her face.

Even though there's no need for it, she can easily be spotted outside of her new home hanging laundry to dry in the sun. There shouldn't even be very much laundry yet, but the truth is that she's been using the ability to ask the Neighborhood for anything to get more laundry to do.

Anything, anything to keep herself busy.]

Claire isn't completely sure how she died, but she has a distinct feeling that she might have been yelling at someone. She can't be sure, but she smoothes her plaid patterned skirt as she sits behind them.

At least they seem to be from approximately the same time.

"No, oddly. I...is that usual, do you think? To not remember anything about your life when you die?"

It may simply no longer matter, which she supposes...makes sense? She's never been religious, really.

“I dinna ken,” Jamie confesses honestly. In contrast, he had always been religious, though as far as he can recall, he had never formed any solid opinions of what heaven would actually look like, only how it would feel.

“I couldna guess at what the Almighty might have planned for me after death, but I must have done a thing or two right. To be matched wi’ ye now, for my soul to be so contented just to look at ye, ‘tis a blessing.”

Edited 2019-05-01 01:14 (UTC)

The truth of the matter is? Barbie is absolutely, 100% positive, not even going to lie to himself sure that he is in the wrong place. Not that he's going to say this aloud because he's there with Julia and this place has confirmed what he's already known. They are meant to be together. So, no, he's not complaining.

He just knows there's no way Dale Barbara got a pass to Heaven without some kind of clerical error.

He's more than willing to accept benefiting from that mistake. And there's frozen yogurt to boot. he is all kinds of okay with this.

Even when the person in front of him starts to order and... What? "Those are actually flavors? What does jeans that fit well even taste like?"

Its a miracle! That's all Misty has to say about this. One day she suddenly finds herself out of Hell. Not having been somehow killed in Hell by her lab frog suddenly rising up, taking the scalpel from her hand and plunging it into her heart she's sure, even if that's how she remembers it, but however it happened, she's free!

She can't help herself but to flit about the place, all bare feet and dancing and so much frozen yogurt. The latter of which she is enjoying on a waffle cone when she hears someone complaining about... forking.

Misty can't help herself, giggling as she spins to face the owner of the question.

"I'm going to assume it's because it's Heaven," she points out, taking a bite from the purpley blue yogurt. "Though, it's kind of cute, you know. Forking," she repeats, grinning.

In the end, Barbie is positive he's in the wrong place. He knows what he's done, who he's killed, and after taking a chunk of plane to the brain, this is not where he should be. He's with Julia though, and they're meant to be, and screw everything that tells him to be wary that at any moment he's going to be caught.

So when someone suddenly asks him about if he's a hacker or something, he goes still for a long time. Not that he is, but now he's curious.

"Uhmmm, why?" Maybe they're looking for someone that shouldn't be there, which worries him someone is looking for those that are in the wrong place. Dammit.

"Have you ever put on jeans that fit well? Pretty sure it speaks for itself."

Obviously, Barbie. She steps aside to let him take a closer look at the menu.

"Unexpected Hotel Upgrade is pretty good. I tried that one yesterday. Big 'no' on the Sriracha flavor, though. Seriously. Avoid that one."

Claire looks at him curiously, sitting a little closer.

"Do you...believe in that? That we're truly soulmates?" she asks him quietly, searching his face.

[PLUNK.

PLINK.

PLUNK.

Yeah. That's the sound of stones hitting the glass walls of the house. And the culprit is one Mabel Pines.] HEY DIPPER! HEY DIPPER! CAN YOU SEE ME! IT'S ME, MABEL! HEY! LOOK HERE!

"Hmmm." Entrapta, who is sitting cross-legged on the floor, lifts herself up by her hair and spider walks over to him, not changing her position at all. When she gets to the table, she lifts herself up and plunks herself down on the top, still sitting cross-legged.

"I've never had a soulmate before. I guess the closest thing would be Emily and she's a robot."

She's not really talking to him as much as she's thinking out loud, but then she looks at him and speaks a little more loudly. Which isn't really necessary, considering how little volume control she has.

"Maybe it's one of those things where we're supposed to get to know each other? I'm not very good at those."

[Very little of this makes any kind of sense, so Lapis is a different flavor of overwhelmed. She's been spending her morning just struggling to get a grasp of the situation. And in truth she has barely started to look around the house herself, having taken longer than anyone would like to get going -- the info boards did have to explain the entire concept of an afterlife down to a very basic level. Among everything else she somewhat glossed over the part about soulmates, and is now taken a bit offguard when Tohru comes knocking. (Why even bother knocking, isn't this house supposedly hers too? It's not like Lapis particularly wants or needs it.)

She opens the door, waits through the introduction, and then just stares at Tohru, blank and silent.

Just stares.

For a long, long moment.

It's very awkward.

And then, already slightly exasperated --]

Do you seriously not have a problem with this?

For Carol

Honestly, Pike couldn't remember how the heck he died. All he knows is, he pushed a button and here he was, and he just knew this was it. He was dead but he did manage to make it to The Good Place. All things considered, it could be worse. His eternal resting place resembled his ranch back in Mojave and if he listened close enough he could even hear his horses in the barn.

The weird part, all of the spiders. It looked like whoever was here before him really liked spiders. First off, that was insane, and secondly he now had to live with an exotic spider collection in his house. That was less than ideal.

The thing he was looking forward to less than the spiders was meeting whoever his soulmate happened to be.

OTA--later
Frozen yogurt wasn't that bad, but Pike suspected something was up. Ice Cream, the far superior desert exists where he's from and where he was before this. Louis was the first to tell him about events, and he assumes that's exactly what this is.

Jean rolled his neck back a bit as she approached him using her hair. He felt like he was being stalked by a giant, purple spider as she settled down on the table in front of him. But he wasn't unnerved enough to get out of his chair.

"I can't say I am either," he replied. "I mean, I'm a bit of an acquired taste, but if you're going to make an assumption like being soul mates... I would have expected more of a punch-in-the-gut feeling."

Which wasn't like he felt now. Right now he felt like a balloon slowly and nosily deflating. Like the sound a slide whistle made when you pulled on the rod.

"I guess you're pretty enough."

Can you imagine he's never been in a romantic relationship?

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Wendy | Open

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ange, ota

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Steven Quartz Universe | OTA

Jolyne Kujo | open + 1 closed prompt

Stan | OTA (cw: domestic problems with an animatronic badger)

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Tohru Honda | OTA

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Frozen Yogurt

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II. for dipper and wirt just because (first day of the event)

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Hello!

Christopher Pike | Locked to Carol & OTA

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