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Character Meet and Greet
I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.
But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.
II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.
III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!
IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.
Michael ∞ The Good Place
Hades' office was not what he had expected to find when he tumbled through the door, rolling across it in a ball to protect the Book of Dougs cradled against his chest. And being faced with the Lord of the Dead had been even less of a good thing. He'd screamed like a little girl, truth be told, and then pulled it together in record time. "This isn't what it looks like," he'd said, quickly. And then Hades had opened his mouth and said it looked like an idiot just screamed at him like a little girl and really, he had better things to do than play welcome wagon, but hey, whaddayagonnado, and ... Michael had realized something was pretty wrong, here.
To make a long story short
too late, he was wandering onto the far end of Main Street per Hades' instructions, the large, gold-embossed brown leather book still clutched to his chest like a security blanket, his expression going through sea changes like a tide on fast forward. This place looked absolutely beautiful, and amazing, and there were so many things he wanted to explore, and experience, and learn about ... but then he saw something: A balloon Jason would have been overjoyed with, perhaps, or a hat in a shop window that Tahani would have been utterly disgusted by. Maybe it was the ice cream parlor with enough choices to make Chidi's head explode, where Eleanor could have probably spent an entire day, going through all of them just to make sure they were good.Invariably, he'd turn around and point, beaming.
"Hey, look at that, you gu--"
His wide grin would freeze, slowly warping into a disappointed gape before his mouth closed and his eyes crinkled in a wince of true pain, as he realized that whoever was behind him was not a member of his treasured Soul Squad.
"Oh."
He can't decide if he keeps hoping they'll show up, or just keeps forgetting they aren't there. It depends on which one hurts less, and that's a tough decision.
⓶ 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕒𝕪
Lessons! Lessons, he can do. He claps his hands together eagerly and helps himself to a seat on a park bench, waiting for someone to roll out the chalkboard. "Okay! So! What comes first? Are there books? Is there a syllabus? Who do I get to heckle? Because really, what you call magic is just a very intricate balance between the nine ..."
Beat.
"... dimensions." His shoulders sag as reality takes all the wind out of his brag-sails. "That I can't see anymore, thanks, Hades. Great. What's the use of bringing an Architect to a place like this if I can't actually do what I was made for? I'd have this all wrapped up in a second..."
⓷ 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 - 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖
This is nothing, Michael thinks, looking up at the two-story Corroded that's just tossed a roasted candied walnut and pecan stand like a cornhole bag. It's just like a Neighborhood Storm, and he could have this wrapped up in a hot second.
If he had powers. Right.
"Shirt," he says to himself, plainly, then takes off his coat, draping it over a nearby trash can and rolling up his sleeves. He turns to whoever's nearest. "You need to get inside. And make sure everyone else is out of the way."
So saying, he huffs a little to himself. Wherever his humans are, they have Janet, and they have each other. They're still his Cockroaches. And he was brought here because he was needed.
"What we owe to each other," he says quietly. "Right. Just another Trolley Problem. I can do this."
The way he's looking up at that Corroded doesn't really match up to the words coming out of his mouth, though. Wow, that's intimidating.
⓸ 𝕎𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕣?
See Michael. See Michael standing in the Emporium, flitting from shelf to shelf to endcap to giant Bucket O Merch, picking up every single thing he can lay his eager hands on, grinning like a maniac. If you think he looks like he's never seen most of it before ... you'd be right. Spotting you, he holds up a bar of novelty soap shaped like A Certain Popular Character With Big Round Ears.
"Excuse me. I want to have a ... space-warming party, I guess you'd call it. I've never had my very own place before. And I want to make sure it's perfect. Maybe not Tahani levels of perfect, but at least ... good. Really good. What would you serve this with?"
Won't you be my neighbor?
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"Oh."
He's used to seeing so many more dimensions than this, and one of them would have clued him in to that fact, more likely than not. Either way, he gives it a sniff.
"But it smells like fruit. Not like soap."
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"Though did I hear that you were planning a party, honey?", he said. "Because if so, you're in luck! The Great Sylvando, entertainer extraordinaire, at your service." He bowed theatrically in the stranger's direction.
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"I'm Michael, and yes, I thought a party might be a good idea. Whenever a bunch of people find themselves in a new, unfamiliar place, the best way to get them to all know each other is a party. It's basic architecture."
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"And I couldn't agree more!", he said. "Now, what sort of party did you have in mind, hmm? A block party of the whole neighborhood, or something a bit smaller and more intimate?"
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"A block party... those are the outdoors ones, right? That might be a better idea. Trying to get everyone to fit into these little places we were all given wouldn't go very well. No one would have room to dance anything except the Sardine."
He demonstrated by flattening his arms to his sides and just ... wiggling vaguely. It was all the rage in The Bad Place. The inventor had gotten free spiders for life from the Sinkin' Spiders place on the corner, the really good one.
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He nodded to indicate that that was indeed what a block party was. That 'dance' though... "Yes, I think we'd definitely want to avoid people having to do that," he said. "So outdoors it is! Much better of an idea anyway, given the gorgeous weather this place seems to have, si?"
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"And I imagine that would depend on if you had a way to keep it cold," he said. "I'm not certain if one of those devices that the ice cream shop had could be brought outdoors, but I imagine a container packed with enough ice and something to insulate it would work for a little while, at least." He honestly has no idea how freezers work, but he figures that ice could do the job just as well. Maybe?
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"And no, no real rocks," he said. "That wouldn't be very tasty at all. Instead it's chocolate with nuts and teeny, tiny bits of marshmallow and it's quite deliciously decadent."
"Oh, and I don't think this is the sort of place that sells paperclips," he pointed out hoping to allow the flustered clerk a moment to gather themselves. "Though I don't think you'll really need any to throw a party anyway."
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He listened as Sylvando regailed him with the delicacies of Rocky Road, smiling exuberantly. "It's going right at the top of my list of things, then, because I've always wanted to try a marshmallow. Don't try saltines, by the way. They're just flat little squares of disappointment."
As the clerk was packing up his purchases, Michael's little pout at the memory of his first Saltine deepened. "They don't? Oh, but that's a shame. I love paperclips." He held out one arm, pushing up his sleeve just enough so that Sylvando could see that he was wearing a bracelet made from them. "One of my very best friends made this for me because she knew."
classes
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Or a super nerdy Sam from Cheers.He clearly takes pride in his work though, that's cool. "Sounds really impressive. How many are there like you? Are you in every universe, or only one?"
and I scrapped his bartending icon from the injoke scene too!!
He looks particularly pleased with and excited about that fact. "I've always been fascinated by them, you see. And... I think the group I had really exceeded my expectations, truth be told."
XDDD alas
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He paused.
"I'm not really supposed to do that. I think you could say I got in - what is it? Deep shirt."
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He shook his head. There wasn't really anything for it, after all.
"Janet, my assistant - no. My best friend - will look after them."
Because they'd come way too far together for him to insult her by calling her anything less.
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"I've been traveling dimensions lately, just before coming here. I know I've been 2-D, and without sound and stuff, but I've been doing it all very blind. Just human, me. Determined human, but still--" a vague gesture to everything around them. "Fumbling in the dark."
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He waited patiently for her to, you know, actually do it.
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