+ THIS is the Bad Place! - MINGLE LOG +

[vitaelamorte]

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!

Comments

[adaptiveimmunities]

[He gives her an affronted look.]

George. I think I was much more than mildly obnoxious in my life.

[choosetruth]

Presumably the times you were mildly decent balance it out. I'm pretty sure there's been at least one or two.

[adaptiveimmunities]

If you squint.

[Well, George would probably know. Basically all of the times in his life he's been at least mildly decent have to do with her.]

Do you think this is for real?

[choosetruth]

Not a chance in hell. Or a chance in the Bad Place, I guess.

[She does finger quotes, and even with her sunglasses, her eyeballs are clearly rolling.]

Soulmates aren't real, and if they were, well. [She scowls, glancing back towards her house.] They didn't put me with mine.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Shaun snorts.]

Yeah, no shirt.

[And then out of the corner of his eye he sees his own soulmate--the moose. He knows he left that stupid thing back at the horror house. He shakes his head a little, rolling his eyes.]

So what's yours like?

[choosetruth]

He's... never talked to a woman before. I think I scare him.

[Not unusual for her, but surprising in a soulmate.]

You?

[adaptiveimmunities]

[Shaun snickers at that. George often scares people, but usually she has to have a conversation with them first. He rolls his eyes at her question and jerks his chin toward the stuffed moose that has somehow managed to turn up here despite being definitely left behind.]

That. Apparently.

[choosetruth]

What the fork.

[Georgia stares past him at the moose, then looks back at Shaun.]

Seriously, what the fork.

[She already is tired of this place and its bullshirt lack of swearing.]

[adaptiveimmunities]

If I had any kind of explanation, other than what I--and I assume you--got when I turned up here, I'd give it to you, but I have no forking clue.

[He grits his teeth, taking a deep breath.]

Seriously, are we in Heck right now? I mean Heck. I mean--oh, come on, I can't even say Heck?! It's a place!

[choosetruth]

I guess if they're calling this "the Good Place," Heck must be "the Bad Place."

[She roles her eyes.]

Apparently, the afterlife, if that is what this is, is full of bullshirt euphemisms.

[adaptiveimmunities]

So what is this if it's not the afterlife? The most elaborate prank in the world?