Michael stands off to one side of the scene, arms folded and fingers drumming restlessly against his sleeve. He knows what this is; he's already been drawn into other memories this week. He's less clear on whether or not it's interactive.
Even full of anxious energy, he's quick to note some details: the condition of the humans, mostly. Sometimes, especially early in the reform period, he'd gone down to the Bad Place for inspections, to make sure they were holding up their side of the bargain. This all feels rather a lot like that, like one of the neighborhoods where they were trying to get away with as much as they could. The humans here aren't being tortured, but he rather doubts these are appropriate conditions. They're sweating like it's very hot here, and they're all grimy like they've been working in a mine or something. Which - what? Why?
"What is there to work on in the afterlife?" he questions aloud. Because Hades, Orpheus, Eurydice - this is an afterlife, isn't it? The Good Place isn't entirely free of work, of course; people like working! Michael himself doubts he'd cope well without some kind of project or another, so the proliferation of homemade goods and crafts hadn't really surprised him. But no one has to work if they're not into it. It's the afterlife. What is he, some kind of CEO?
Also - you know what? Michael slips into the crowd, moving over to Orpheus and Eurydice. He's not sure if they'll be aware of him, or even exactly whose memory it is, but he just has to ask. "Hey, this guy's named Hades, and he just called the afterlife Hadestown?"
they moved forward, and my heart died
Michael stands off to one side of the scene, arms folded and fingers drumming restlessly against his sleeve. He knows what this is; he's already been drawn into other memories this week. He's less clear on whether or not it's interactive.
Even full of anxious energy, he's quick to note some details: the condition of the humans, mostly. Sometimes, especially early in the reform period, he'd gone down to the Bad Place for inspections, to make sure they were holding up their side of the bargain. This all feels rather a lot like that, like one of the neighborhoods where they were trying to get away with as much as they could. The humans here aren't being tortured, but he rather doubts these are appropriate conditions. They're sweating like it's very hot here, and they're all grimy like they've been working in a mine or something. Which - what? Why?
"What is there to work on in the afterlife?" he questions aloud. Because Hades, Orpheus, Eurydice - this is an afterlife, isn't it? The Good Place isn't entirely free of work, of course; people like working! Michael himself doubts he'd cope well without some kind of project or another, so the proliferation of homemade goods and crafts hadn't really surprised him. But no one has to work if they're not into it. It's the afterlife. What is he, some kind of CEO?
Also - you know what? Michael slips into the crowd, moving over to Orpheus and Eurydice. He's not sure if they'll be aware of him, or even exactly whose memory it is, but he just has to ask. "Hey, this guy's named Hades, and he just called the afterlife Hadestown?"