SPOOKY HEAVEN

[kinetic]

Happy Halloween!

Welcome! Everything is fine.

Don't worry if you can't remember how you died. We erased your memory of that moment to help with the transition. Based on a complex calculus that assigns a numeric value to all your thoughts and actions while you were alive, you have earned a spot in the Good Place! Enjoy your afterlife.

For Halloween, the little walkable suburban neighborhood of your Good Place has adopted a few new features. The entities in charge want to make sure everyone feels at home without missing what they felt made life fun before! Feel free to play with any/all of the following prompts:

• Ambient 'spooky' music plays at all hours of the day and in every location, broken up every 9.15 hours by Miley Cyrus' cover of Nine Inch Nails' "Head Like a Hole."


• A silent but friendly clown jumpscares everyone and offers them a balloon animal, even in private moments.


• Every restaurant has exclusively candy corn themed dishes.


• Roller skates are "in" and everyone is provided with a pair so they can skate everywhere.


• Houses are remodeled to have haunting effects and/or corn mazes.


• That person you hate is hosting a group watch of people's deaths on the screens that play people's memories from their own POV.


• Due to a misinterpretation of "bloody hearts" as 'just a British thing,' the town festival is actually Valentine's-themed.

Make related (or unrelated!) top-levels, posts, etc. to your heart's content.

Comments

[brainwormed]

[ natha straightens when she hears the voice. there is the tell-tale thump of unsupported weight colliding with the stonework. legs, dropped haphazardly. when her eyes find briar's, they are empty black pits except for the glowing red ring of irises, the pupils at their center fixed sharp on her. ]

A ... butcher. [ she doesn't dare look back down at the body. at the festive orange flair of the clown's ruffled costume. she nods, slowly at first, but committing to the bit. what are the odds she'll ever speak to this woman again? (high. but she doesn't know how small a neighborhood is yet.) ] Yes. I love killing ... animals.

[ wait. ]

Did you need something?

[bummers]

[This woman looks haunted. Not haunted by time or trauma, but like she's got ghosts in her bones, and cobwebs between the ribs. She looks cursed. Briar is immediately, intrinsically drawn to that strangeness. Anything that isn't of the world is good, a separation; life is a hole you have to climb out of.]

[It makes her ignore the woman's answer-- not entirely, you can't really un-hear the sentence I love killing animals, even if you, like Briar, have no empathy at all for nonhuman life. But she doesn't express the fact that the sentence is, in itself, abnormal (which would probably be the normal thing to do).]

Where are you from?

[brainwormed]

[ is this a thing people do? just hold casual conversation like this? natha tries to recall, but as with most things in the soup of their mind, the memory feels lost. it feels abnormal. it feels abnormal that briar has not answered her question. ]

A little bit Menzoberranzan. A little bit Baldur's Gate. [ and a little bhaal. he's still there, isn't he? if he weren't still there, the clown would be alive. unless that was just ... natha. unless the line between what's bhaal and what's her is growing thin. ]

Why?

[bummers]

[From ending up in a place that might have been Denver, Briar has learned that many people are too polite to mention when you ignore a question, as long as you don't do it every time. Politeness is a weakness, so it's okay to take advantage of it, so long as you can still use your social strengths (Briar is aware that she is, to some people, conventionally attractive) not to show the weakness of abnormality.]

[The weakness that admitting ignorance is. But Briar's used up her stock of questions she can ignore, at least for now.] I- I've never seen somebody like you before.

[Her gaze drifts downward, awkwardness, submission.]

[brainwormed]

[ a drow, she doesn't say. maybe because she doesn't have the word, even. but natha's expression curdles all the same. it's nothing she didn't get up the entire sword coast, but-- ]

You can gawk from afar. Silently.