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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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1. I don't belong here.

Eleanor's not a bad person. But since the moment she found herself apparently dead and in this place which for some reason refuses to call itself Heaven, she just...has been pretty sure something's off. Maybe it's all the clown paintings, or how the only restaurants are frozen yogurt shops. Or how her soulmate is a cop? Like. For real? Did this place pay any attention at all to the uniforms she's into?

Whatever. The point is, if this is supposed to be Heaven, it's clearly not her Heaven. Which means there's been some kinda mistake. So obviously she should leave before anyone realizes they forked up and sends her somewhere with even more clowns and yogurt.

Except, according to the futuristic floating screen, the only way to leave is via the train, and only Authorized Good Place Personnel can operate it. Thus, Eleanor spends her first day alternating between trying to brute force the train into motion by throwing levers and hoping for the best, and approaching various other residents of the neighborhood with a big ol' smile and an immediate question: "You wouldn't happen to be a former computer-genius-hacker-type would you?"

2. I'm a weirdo.

Eventually, though, she gives up and goes home. To Juliet. Who she sort of ditched unceremoniously after they first ran into each other in the house and introduced themselves. Admittedly, everyone's probably going to need a few seconds to deal with having forking died, but she still knows she's gonna have to explain why she disappeared like that. And, well. Maybe if she's honest, the good nice police officer will just help her out?

Right?

Ugh, maybe not. Eleanor hasn't gotten a read on Juliet yet, but if she got into Heaven and she's a cop, she's gotta have a crazy good moral compass. Which probably means not harboring fugitives. But...maybe they are really soulmates? And maybe Juliet will really want to help her? And maybe escape with her too because fork all these forking clowns for real, tho?

She's probably getting ahead of herself. When she finally comes back to her-- their house, she enters with what she hopes looks like an appropriately apologetic look. She doesn't have all that much practice, after all. She finds Juliet in the living area and she gives her a small, awkward wave.

"Uh. Hey. Sorry for disappearing like that. Kinda needed some time to deal with being dead and all. You know how it is." Duh. Obviously. Eleanor shakes her head dismissively. "Anyway, uh. How're...you? How's it, uh, going so far?"

Despite herself, she kind of actually is curious. She never considered having a soulmate, really, and is surprised at what she ended up with, but then again she's pretty sure she's seen some peeps carrying around inanimate objects that they're supposed to be mated with? So. Actually she might not be the one with the weirdest match. It doesn't hurt that Juliet's kind of a smokeshow in her own right.

Edited 2019-04-27 03:29 (UTC)

Our story ends the way countless other stories have ended since the Rising. An idiot--in this case Shaun Mason--going out and poking a zombie with a stick to see what happens. After all, there's always the chance it will be different this time, and in some respects, that's true! The idiot in question doesn't amplify when he's bitten by zombies, so he has that going for him, but immunity to zombie bites doesn't translate to immunity from fall damage.

He doesn't remember the fall.

He does remember waking up here in what is apparently--despite every action in the entirety of his life--"the good place." It's all been explained to him, including the existence of soulmates (his own is, inexplicably, a life sized plush moose), and the monitors have led him here. To his house.

If he hadn't been told that this is basically heaven, he would assume that he's in hell. The old fashioned hunting lodge is decorated exclusively in taxidermied animals and animal skins. Just being inside of it makes his skin crawl, even with the reassurances that of course nothing can amplify here. It's the good place. And the kicker comes when he's greeted by an very exuberant, very large golden retriever and told that it's his dog Phillip.

He hadn't realized his afterlife was going to be all about his desire to fork with his parents.

He explores the house as much as he can stand, and then leaves. If he's somehow made it here, George must be here too, so it's time to find out where. At least some good has to come of this, right?

The dog follows.

[Feel free to meet Shaun anywhere! Stop by for a neighborly visit while he explored his house, or meet him elsewhere in the neighborhood with his trusty dog while he looks for George. And lest you forget about the life sized moose, Shaun can't seem to shake it. It appears wherever he is. c:]

The question is odd enough that it stops Shaun in his tracks. The dog bumps into him from behind and he grimaces slightly. "No, sorry, just a blogger. But you wouldn't happen to be a dog lover, would you?"

Someone please take this dog away. It jumps. He doesn't like it.

Eleanor blinks, then peeks behind him to see the dog.

"Uh, not particularly?"

She hesitates, wondering if what she's thinking could even possibly be right, and realizing she just. She's gotta know.

"Is it your soulmate?"

Well, it wasn't like death was an unexpected thing for Jean. He always knew it was going to happen; it's not something you could avoid forever in his line of work, and he felt he'd had more than his fair share of lucky breaks when it came to surviving atrocities. So he wasn't that upset about being here.

What he was upset about, was that no matter how he searched, there were no sign of past comrades that had fallen in battle before him. While Jean didn't think himself as a terrible person by any means, he did believe that some of his lost friends were more than deserving of a peaceful final rest. Yet they weren't here. And his happy end couldn't be perfectly so without them.

He spent so much time searching for them that he didn't spend any time in the house he'd been given, or had found out who his "soulmate" was supposed to be. Maybe a luxurious pad and a beautiful woman meant to be his companion for eternity would cheer him up a little.

The house was fine. A little too clean-lined and spartan for his tastes, but still better than anything he ever had back home. The only thing he could really complain about was, for some reason, This giant painting taking up a huge portion of the wall in his bedroom. It was supposed to be fine art, but it was totally without taste.

So he didn't stick around there for very long either. He started to wander the gardens, which again, were too manicured for him to really enjoy. The shops and stores were full of things he had no care for, and the eating establishments were all super high end molecular gastronomy that he didn't understand at all. He would kill for a good sandwich or a hearty stew right now... He couldn't even find a place where he could cook for himself.

As the day went by, he found himself more and more let down. There was nothing wrong here, but... There was nothing right either. Was this really where he was meant to spend eternity? It was far from his idea of the ideal afterlife...

[What a load of bullshirt]

Grendel never really expected that he'd ever die. He's continued on the plane of existence for nigh on two thousand years- a vast majority of that time being an irredeemable murder monster. Fables can die, of course- everything can die, even stories- but it takes a lot. He can't quite remember how it happened, but the screens are telling him he's dead and even more strangely, that he's in The Good Place. That's the part he doesn't buy. He's not a good person by any stretch of the imagination. Something is very wrong here. He stares at the screen, then reaches out to grab the first person passing him- congrats, that's you.

"Okay, what the fork is going on here? I don't understand any of this forking bullshirt that these for-" he pauses, mid rant, brow furrowing. "Forking. Fork? Forking?"

Okay now things are REALLY not working as they should. He stares again like maybe you have all the answers.

"What...what the fork happened why can't I forking swear? What sort of ashhole place is this if you can't even forking swear?"

[Nothing about this is right]

Okay. So Gren has established a few key things in his first day here: 1, He's dead. 2, He's somehow in Heaven/whatever they want to call this place which sounds like a giant forkup on their part. 3, He can't swear any more and 4, He knows literally no one here. Plenty of Fables have died- he's sure some of them would show up, and it would make sense if they died that they ended up in the same place, right? Where they understood one another. Here, he's just surrounded by dead mundies.

He can be found doing his goddamn best to get drunk from whatever wine bottle he managed to pull out of his weird, noisy house. He'll sit on a bench like the angriest hobo while everything else is glitterly and happy and smiley around him. Not that he's having much look getting drunk, mind you. It's like it's not working At All. He groans staring up at the perfect sky. If you're passing him by, he might glower in your direction.

"The fork do you think you're looking at forkface?"

[Georgia needed a break.

Not that her apparent-soul mate, Soos, wasn't perfectly nice. That was just it. He was perfectly nice. And also kept staring at her from across the room as if he was afraid she might bite if he got too close.

Which was ridiculous. She wouldn't bite. And she couldn't shoot him, considering Heaven apparently thought she didn't need her gun.

It's all very fishy. Not least because she doesn't believe in soul mates and barely believes in the afterlife. Kind of nice to know even as a clone she has a soul, at least. To the extent she even believes in those.

She's walking and stewing and generally being too cranky to really belong in the Good Place when a large golden retriever bounds over to her and jumps up on her, putting his paws on her chest. George backs away hurriedly, then looks up.]

Shaun, what the fork?

[That is definitely not the word she meant to say.]

I. Closed to Wirt

[Dipper definitely did not expect his Good Place home to be either so triangle or so see-through. Really, it's enough to make him question, well, a lot.

He's standing there giving the fireplace a suspicious look when he hears the door open. His soulmate. He was told he was getting one. He turns around and lets out a startled shriek.]

Giant gnome!!

II. Visiting Hours

[Okay, fine, Dipper's soulmate is not a giant gnome. he's just a boy with very weird taste in Halloween costume. So they have this fancy, woodsy glass house with the terrifyingly shaped oven and a well-stocked library that seems to only contain trigonometry books and books about the history of dubstep and also, Dipper's dead? He's just really not okay with this on a lot of levels.

But here he is. Trying to make the best of a weird situation. Maybe the Good Place just wants him to be able to feel good about his victory?? Even if he apparently died sometime on the bus ride home. It's... sure something.]

III. Later in the Event

[Dipper's out eating frozen yogurt and thinking about how much worse than ice cream it is when the thought strikes.]

Wait a minute. This is the Bad Place!

[A beat.]

No. No, wait that's stupid. This is Wonderland. Ugh.

[He tosses his unsatisfying frozen yogurt in the trash. Time for everyone to call him a paranoid freak for being right. Again.]

Edited 2019-04-28 03:19 (UTC)

[The truth is that Wirt had been standing outside for a good fifteen minutes before he worked up the nerve to go inside. There has to be some kind of horrible mistake here. He can't live in a glass house for eternity. What if people see him in there??? What if he does something embarrassing and everyone in the Neighborhood notices?????

He wishes he could say it helps that he can see his soulmate through the glass, but he doesn't know what to do about that either exactly. He can't say he ever imagined his soulmate would be another boy, so that's a conversation he has to have with himself for the rest of eternity now. Cool, cool.

Eventually he works up the nerve to go in, only to be shrieked at. He jumps about a mile.]

What? [It sinks in that oh, right. He's wearing what he died in. A blue cape and a tall pointed hat.] ...Oh. Oh, this? Sorry, I-- um. I-I haven't had the chance to like, change? It was Halloween and I just got here and I also super would rather not look like this for the rest of eternity either? I'm not a gnome, oh my god that would be so weird.

[He takes off the hat at least, but he just holds it in his hands as though he's a guest in someone else's house and isn't sure where else to put it. His hair is an absolute mess underneath, pointing every which way, but he doesn't seem to realize.]

I'm, um. ...I'm Wirt. We're supposed to be soulmates, I think?

Edited 2019-04-28 04:27 (UTC)

When Jean returns from his wandering, he'll find that he's no longer alone in the house. Entrapta also found herself there, and while she couldn't care less one way or the other about being in the Good Place, she's disconcerted by the lack of tech around. This is just...a normal house. What is she supposed to do in a place like this? It doesn't even have half the tools it would take for her to make improvements!

She's rummaging through a cabinet in the kitchen when she hears Jean come into the house and that's when she remembers the whole thing about soulmates. She's not even totally sure what that means, but she leaves off her search for...well, she doesn't even remember anymore and goes to check this person out.

1. Don't fear the reaper.

Soos is kinda surprised he died, but kinda not. He works with a lot of old electrical wiring, after all. But at least he went to live with the angels? Sort of? He thinks?

Man, if he's being honest, this isn't what Abuelita told him about at all. His house is nice, but like he didn't think houses were going to be a thing? And there's like, so many drawings of bulldogs on the walls. Normally Soos is pretty pro-dog, but there's just something about bulldogs that rubs him the wrong way, and like. Shouldn't he really really like his house, if this is heaven?

He doesn't even particularly like this frozen yogurt he's just got. It's...okay. It tastes like getting a high score on a video game, which he's definitely impressed by. But like...it could have been ice cream. Except it couldn't, because this place doesn't have any ice cream stores!

Soos groans, tossing his almost totally uneaten cup of froyo in the nearest trash bin-- narrowly missing hitting another resident on the way.

"Whoa, uh sorry dude. Didn't see you there. Kinda...having a bad day."

Are you...supposed to have bad days in heaven?

2. Baby I'm your man.

Definitely didn't think soulmates were real. But now that they are, he's really disappointed Melody apparently isn't his. Not that he'd want her to die just to be here with him! But. They got along really well. And George...seems nice but.

Well, they haven't talked much.

Mostly, since they introduced themselves, Soos has sort of just sat on the couch, staring over at George every few minutes and wondering if he should...do something? Like, boyfriendly? Soulmately? But he has no idea what that would look like. And George looks kinda busy. So. He'll just...wait. He guesses.

And stare.

So... he died.

The funny thing is, he can't entirely remember how he died (was it something to do with a plane?) but equally funny is the fact that he doesn't mind all that much that he can't remember. It's nice here, the people are nice here, and he hasn't had a single thing to complain about since arriving apart from the fact that the first frozen yoghurt place he tries each day never has the flavour he wants.

Kind of annoying, but... it's fine. Really.

He's minding his own business, walking down the street with a tub of frozen yoghurt, when a particularly sour-looking individual catches his eye and all but snarls at him.

"Erm... nothing? I think?"

OBJECTIVELY GOOD BUT STILL MEDIOCORE

Chloe knows she shouldn't complain. In a way, she figures she lucked out - everything Lucifer said was true, more or less, even if his own versions of ~~Heaven~~ the Good Place and ~~Hell~~ the Bad Place didn't seem to entirely line up, she made the cut and ended up in the Good Place. Is she a little prideful about this?

Maybe.

Is she disappointed she's not in the same neighborhood as her dad?

Definitely.

Still, she's making the best of it, even if adjusting to being dead and far away from Trixie for the rest of eternity is incredibly difficult. She misses her friends and Marcus, too, but she hides her grief behind a smile, the same way she hides her disappointment the first few days by carting around a really unexpected soulmate.

At some point in the afternoon she ends up on the bridge, staring down at the water, aforementioned soulmate on the ground next to her feet. "I know I should be thankful, but I really wasn't ready for this. But, who is, right? My dad wasn't." She sighs, looking down at the DVD set near her feet. "Not much of a conversationist, are you?"

FROZEN YOGURT SHOP ON EVERY BLOCK

Somehow, the line is always long to get frozen yogurt, even with all of the various options that have been presented to them. Chloe likes this frozen yogurt place especially - the layout is nice, and the umbrellas outside are a shade of blue she is particularly fond of, and wow she is definitely fixating on really bizarre things now that there is nothing of actual importance to complain about.

Well, not much to complain about, at any rate.

Once she hits the counter, she's pretty sure she's narrowed it down. "Sleeping in on a Rainy Sunday. Wait, no," she pauses, glancing at the list again. "The Sound of the Ocean. Yeah, that one."

While Juliet had been a little befuddled when Eleanor took the first out, she didn't blame her. Adjusting to being dead wasn't a cake walk, and while Juliet is the type to talk things out, she knows not everyone is. But, if what is happening here is true, Eleanor is her soulmate and that means something. If nothing else, it means that Juliet has to trust that they are tethered to one another for a reason, whatever that reason may be.

That said, she still has to deal with all of this on her own. After taking a look around the house she took a break and curled up on the couch, debating her life on Earth and reflecting on having lived one that earned her a place here. She has always tried to be a good person, and while she has always believed there is something more out there, she didn't live her life in order to earn it. Having earned it, though, in the grand scheme of things, wasn't a bad feeling at all.

"It's... going," Juliet admits, mustering a smile. "I'm glad you came back. I was a little worried."

Grendel hates everything about this place, and he's well aware it's making him more prickly than usual. He's spoiling for a fight and he'd have any takers, in all honesty. He briefly considers starting one now. He dismisses this guy as just another mundy, and it would be pointless. He needs another Fable- someone to give him at least a little satisfaction in beating. He sneers, staring at his drink.

"Yeah. Better be nothing," he considers telling the guy to fork off- but he doesn't get this place and he needs to know he's not alone. "Does this place seem forked up to you? Like something don't smell right?"

[Louis has been suspicious of this entire deal. This is nothing like the afterlife Tenn thought up for everyone and frankly, he'd like his money back. His own 'soulmate' the weird fucking basset hound sits nearby, staring up at him with sad, droopy eyes. Clementine, it is not. Another reason he feels he's been drastically cheated. Hell, he'd get it if Clem was bypassed for Marlon- even Violet- but a dog? Come on.

He glances up from his (so bland) frozen yoghurt to stare at the weird kid, brow furrowed.]

Like...like the storybook?

Louis is for sure not surprised he died. Death is pretty much the one continued certainty in his life. Every morning you wake up is another day you've cheated the rapidly encroaching inevitable. What he IS surprised by is the fact his 'Good Place' is missing the people he held dear- and the one person he holds the dearest isn't even his soulmate. He doesn't even remember her dying, actually, which is ODD in of itself.

Regardless, he's been followed by his 'real' soulmate- a droopy-eyed basset hound. He skirts out of the way of the cup, glances at the thrower- and what a shock, another stranger.

"It's okay dude. I think I get that feeling," he glances around, in case anyone is listening in, before speaking with a lowered voice. "I kinda expected more...I dunno. Good times here? Is that weird? I think it's probably weird."

It honestly didn't take Sunburst long to realise something was deeply wrong with this entire scenario. For a start, he didn't remember dying at all- and for another, if this was the afterlife- then why was he the only pony? Why was this place dominated by the leggy monkey-people from the mirror dimension? Nope. Something was drastically wrong here- and once he pulled that thread, the rest came apart fairly quickly- and the Wonderland memories filtered their way in accordingly.

And so, he'd trotted around, trying to find his friends, realising they wouldn't recognise him as such. He comes across Jean, galloping over with a look of hopeful desperation. Jean was smart, Jean was sensible- surely he'd notice how messed up all this was.

"Jean! Jean, listen! Do you remember me? Do you remember anything?!!"

Eventually, Sunburst would realise how wrong this all was. He'd put two and two together and make four and everything else would click into place. As is, he's currently very confused as to why he's: A, dead and B, in an afterlife full of hairless monkey creatures. He knows such things exist- Twilight's adventures in the Mirror World aren't exactly a secret- he just doesn't know why he's here.

He's been avoiding the humans as much as he can, but he hates his house with the awful rainbows and glitter and perfectly perfect unicorns everywhere. He'd rather take his chances outside. When he hears Chloe speak, at first he thinks she's talking to him- as is about to point out that no...no he's not really. But then he realises she's talking to... a book? A box?? It's enough to pique his curiosity and he wanders over.

"Is...is it supposed to speak back to you?"

Death had really never been far from Luke's mind; for much of his life, he'd actually courted it. On his darkest days, in a gallows humor sort of way, he'd joke with himself about whether Death would at least buy him - an addict (recovering) - a drink first before ushering him off into the great unknown.

When he'd gotten clean, though, he really hoped he'd be able to live out at least another few decades, maybe. It felt like after everything he'd been through, everything his family had been through, that dying prematurely would be a slap in the face for all of them, but especially Nell, who had fought so hard for him to live.

He knows he's dead, obviously, but he can't remember how, or why. There was a hope that in the end, at least, he'd be reunited with his twin. He hadn't thought much about Heaven, figuring he'd end up in Hell, but this place couldn't really be Heaven without Nell. So, right from the start, it all felt wrong. Everything here is...good, it's almost nauseatingly perfect in a way that's unsettling. By all rights, he's exactly where they say he is, but something just feels off and he can't put his finger on it.

He's staying in a clean house with bland white walls and weird paintings of fruit. Not his idea of Heaven, either. His soulmate seems nice enough, but he thinks he's kind of bad at this whole thing. Can anyone blame him, though? He's just found out he's dead, and he's stuck in a place he would have never chosen to live in real life.

It was a pretty damn disappointing walk. A really weird kind of disappointment. There wasn't a single thing that he really should feel like complaining about. It was a bright, sunny day, pleasantly warm. The people were kind, food was plenty, he had not a single need, but... He didn't have anything he wanted either. Was that selfish? To think that in what was supposed to be paradise? Jean wasn't sure yet.

When he first caught sight of Entrapta, he had a pit-in-his-stomach feeling that she wouldn't be all he had hoped for. Despite the fact that she was, well, as pretty as he could have hoped. The hair was a little weird, but she was otherwise shapely and pleasing to the eye.

"If you're looking for something, I can almost guarantee it's not there," Jean took a seat at a nearby kitchen table. "Or you'll find the opposite of what you're wanting."

Jean didn't get the same, immediate something is seriously wrong vibe that Sunburst got, because even though he could only vaguely remember a somewhat... embarrassing death (he thought he might have clothslined himself on a tree branch while using his 3DMG, but even that he'd rather forget anyways) he always assumed he'd die young, in duty somehow, so he didn't question why he was here.

That and, yeah, he wasn't the only human here. If he were a pony, he'd have gotten suspicious right away too.

Yet when he was approached by a bright orange miniature unicorn wear glasses and a cape frantically yelling his name, he didn't feel particularly surprised by that either. And that piqued his interest.

"Woah there, fella," Jean spoke to him the low voice that he reserved for calming horses. "I can't say that I remember you... But I don't think I'm going crazy because I'm talking to a tiny orange unicorn either. Which means we've met before, doesn't it."

"That is exactly what I've been noticing! Half the tools I need just aren't here!"

She crouches down to look through another cabinet, pulling things out with her hair, glancing at them, then tossing them away. Why she thinks there would be tools in the kitchen is unknown.

After a minute, though, she sits up straighter and turns to him.

"Oh, are you my soulmate thingie?"

He grimaces. "No. It's just... it won't leave me alone." His soulmate is apparently the most enormous stuffed animal he's ever seen in his life, and he'd left it in hunting lodge hell because who wants to cart something like that around all the time? "It came with the house."

[If Shaun were actually the kind of person who owned and enjoyed dogs, he'd probably give a good-natured laugh and apology for the dog's antics. As it is, he's mainly been trying to pretend the dog isn't there, as though that will make it go away.

It is not going away, but at least it's been useful in finding George for him. He's so relieved he could almost cry, and he even manages to say "Down, Phillip," without wincing. Much. And he barely noticed George's botched attempt at profanity in his relief to see her standing there. He moves in to hug her tightly.]

I am so glad to see you.

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+ THIS is the Bad Place! - MINGLE LOG +

Eleanor | OTA + closed to Juliet

Shaun Mason | OTA

1. I don't belong here either

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jean ota

Gren OTA

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Dipper Pines | ota

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Soos | OTA + closed to George

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chloe decker } ota

weirdos x2

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luke crain || OTA

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