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Character Meet and Greet~~ At Night
I. Main Street Usa!
It's twilight, edging to evening, and yet the streets are still alive with citizens and Apprentices (that means you!) alike. Take the time to admire the lights, pop in and out of the cafes or just relax in the garden.
Weapon shops and magic shops are open late into the evening this time of year, so feel free to enjoy yourself before you equip yourself for the life head.
II. Apprentice Training 101- Evening Class
Same commons behind the fire house, same weapons and wands available for practicing your skills-- though this time under the cozy street lights and the bright blues and tired purples of a fading summer twilight. Strike at the training dummy or try to catch fireflies with whispers, its all up to you.
III. Things that Go Bump
Are bumping. And they mean business. A few level 1 corroded monsters are scurrying around Main Street causing havoc and it's up to you to stop them. The question is, is it early in the evening or do you dare to face the creatures at the night's darkest hour?
IV. It's time to Sparkle!
Everyone has a spark of imagination. That is, in fact, why you're here! It's time to shine with your own scenario! Just try to keep from causing too much trouble.
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He'd been considering the consistency and strangeness of this thing called a "jacket potato" when the commotion had started outside. He stopped mashing his fork around in the thing and turned, not believing his ears. There was no way --
-- was there?
-- maybe there was.
Okay, there absolutely was. He got up and set his fork down, moving quickly toward the front of the house to put a hand smoothly on the usher's shoulder.
"Sorry, Kristof, she's my plus one. It's my fault, I forgot to tell her about the dress code. ... Twenty percent off next time you come in, if you do me a - what is it? A solid?"
He pursed his lips and met her eyes over his shoulder, trying not to explode with glee. Eleanor.
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Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. Could it really be? Seriously? She was sure his atoms would have been scattered across a billion stars or whatever it was happened when he was 'retired.'
She just stared at him, utterly gobsmacked as the host gave Michael a dubious look. But twenty percent off was a good deal and he couldn't pass that up. So he decided to look the other way just this once. When he walked off, giving Eleanor one final glare, Eleanor shook her head. "You son of a bitch. This isn't just some other weird-ass level of The Bad Place is it?"
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He steered her through the restaurant, back toward his table, shucking off his suit coat. "Ditch the hoodie. Take my jacket. What's the last thing you remember?" Even as he was maneuvering her to an empty chair and pulling it out, he caught a waiter's eye and flagged him over.
"Shrimp cocktail and a margarita, please."
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Doing as she was told, she unzipped her hoodie, pulling it off and tossing it under the table. She was swimming in his jacket and probably looked ridiculous but it covered her garishly colored t-shirt. Rolling up the sleeves a little she smirked at him, "hey thanks! And the last thing I remember was you shoving me through the portal before the Bad Place goons nabbed you." Standing, she punched him in the shoulder, "Dude! What the hell were you thinking?!"
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"I told you what I was thinking," he said, only vaguely sullen as he rubbed his shoulder. "And for me, that was a long time ago. It's been over a year. As for the goons, don't worry. Janet got me out of it."
Since she was standing, he reached for her sleeve, helping her cuff it properly instead of just shoving it up to her elbows.
"So instead of shoving you through to the Judge's office, I shoved you through the mirror. ... That means we both got here when we thought we were headed to The Good Place. It figures."
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Eleanor's eyes were practically bugging out of her head at the idea. It was enough to dislodge her rage at him for sacrificing himself to save them. What the shitballs?! She didn't even notice that he was fixing the sleeves of his jacket. In shock, she sank back into her seat, her arms resting on the table. "A year... What the fuck happened?"
hey, other folks: canon spoilers for S2 & S3 up in here.
"The Judge wanted proof that you'd changed, but didn't think the metrics from the Neighborhood were good enough. I was desperate, I had to come up with something. I wasn't just going to let her fail you all after all of that ... so I pleaded with her to give you a second chance."
The waiter approached with Eleanor's drink and shrimp, and Michael paused to let him set them down and refill his water glass.
"Thanks." Once they were alone again, he sighed. "She gave you one, alright: by bringing you back to life at the moment you were supposed to have died. All four of you. To see what you'd do if a near-death experience gave you a wake-up call."
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When the waiter left she leaned back in her seat, arms crossed. "So you're telling me that instead of going to the Good Place or back to the Bad Place we just got stuck back in our shitty lives? What the fuck kind of logic is that? Wouldn't we be different just 'cause we died and came back?"
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With that, she snagged one of the shrimp and took a bite. Her eyes roll back. Damn that was a good shrimp.
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He smiled, then went back to mashing up his potato, mixing in all the other stuff he didn't recognize that they'd piled on top.
"Besides which, I just found out something that really steamed my shorts. You're not even gonna believe it..."
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She frowned. "Wait, I thought you wanted to get into The Good Place, too. Shouldn't you have worried about points, too? Though I guess it doesn't matter here..."
She thinks for a moment, watching him mangle his food. "what did you find out?"
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Through her shock and anger something stuck out and she smirked, raising an eyebrow at him, "Major insult props, by the way."
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"Exactly. So I stole evidence from Accounting. I was going to take us all to the Good Place and prove it ... but I ended up here, instead. And now you're all caught up. .... And thank you. Rose taught me the 'thick' part. I think you'd really like her. She's a London trash bag. Maybe not quite as trashy? But she still holds her own."
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The mention of Rose makes her smile, though. "Oh we've met. She's a fine piece of work. Glad you've had another blonde bombshell to keep you in line unti I showed up."
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If she'd ever done so in the first place, that was. And here he couldn't just snap it away and make her forget, either.
"Keep me in line?" He recovered easily, chuckling. "Did you miss the part where I said she was as much of a hot mess as you? Maybe more. She's got this unrequited thing going on with my roommate that makes poor Janet and Jason look like ... like ... I don't know. You and that guy from the 2014 Barenaked Ladies concert."
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"Yeah and who better to keep you in line without me here, huh? It makes perfect sense!"
Also, oh buddy. You're either oblivious, ignorant, or just ignoring the facts. "And I'm pretty sure her roommate isn't the only one she's got the hots for."
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"And I know she thinks I'm ... sexy." He shifted in his chair a little at the word and took a bite of his baked potato to get the taste of it out of his mouth. Ew. Human bodily stuff. "We talked about it, and she knows it's got about as much chance of happening as Jason winning Jeopardy."
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Awww he's uncomfortable. That's adorable! She smirks, reaching for another shrimp, "Oh c'mon it's not that horrible an idea, is it? I'm sure even demons gotta get their thang on once in a while."