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[elimp4]

open to anyone (town square, beach, or gardens) 🍒 @gpstarters

the size of eli's house isn't bad, they suppose. sure, it could be bigger, but it's... not small. "hi," they say to the other person. "it's wonderful to meet you. i can't believe i ended up here. i wouldn't really consider myself a hero or anything, but apparently a lot of people did... you know, i was a journalist when i was alive." well, gossip blogger, but same thing. "how about you?"

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isadora simply eyed eli's features cautiously as they continued with the introductions, a small smile playing on the brunette's lips to show affability. a journalist, she contemplated—a nice career choice. "oh..." it was only when a question was asked, that it dawned on her she hadn't been participating in the conversation. " could i have seen something of yours out there? i was a social media manager. i actually got this promotion not long before i... you know." it felt too strange to mention death when it already happened to her. "so, you wouldn't consider yourself a hero, right? what would you consider yourself, then?" she asked, making it clear that she was listening to the entire conversation in case her previous quiet state had left any doubts.

[highstakeslowmorals]

who:  open  starter  (@gpstarters)

where:  neighborhood  cafe

gabriel  had  never  been  a  man  burdened  by  deep  philosophical  questions.

he  didn’t  waste  time  wondering  if  he  deserved  to  be  here,  didn’t  sit  around  contemplating  the  cosmic  significance  of  his  existence.  that  was  a  waste  of  a  perfectly  good  eternity.

so  while  everyone  else  seemed  deeply  concerned  with  why  they  were  here,  gabriel  had  skipped  straight  to  acceptance—and  more  importantly,  opportunity.

at  the  moment,  he  was  loitering  outside  one  of  the  quaint  little  cafés,  sipping  on  a  drink  he’d  absolutely  not  paid  for  (who  was  gonna  stop  him?)  and  watching  people  freak  out  over  their  new  reality  like  it  was  a  spectator  sport.

“i  gotta  say,”  he  mused  aloud,  lifting  his  cup  slightly,  speaking  to  no  one  in  particular  but  loud  enough  that  someone  would  eventually  take  the  bait,  “for  a  place  that’s  supposed  to  be,  y’know—perfect—the  coffee’s  kinda  ass.”

he  took  another  sip  anyway,  grimaced,  and  then  let  out  a  deep,  exaggerated  sigh,  shaking  his  head  like  he  was  deeply  disappointed  in  the  divine  beverage  selection.

“i  mean,  really?  eternity,  and  this  is  what  we’re  working  with?  no  cuban  coffee?  no  espresso  that  makes  you  question  your  own  mortality?  just  this—”  he  swirled  the  liquid  around,  unimpressed,  “beige  sadness  in  a  cup?”

he  leaned  back  against  the  wall,  eyes  scanning  the  street,  looking  for  someone  who  looked  bored  enough,  curious  enough,  or  just  dumb  enough  to  engage  with  him.

“tell  me,  do  they  let  us  file  complaints  up  here,  or  is  this  more  of  a  ‘take  it  up  with  management  when  you  see  them’  kind  of  deal?”

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"if there were espressos around here, i'd know that i do not belong in this place..." she shook her head, sipping her own coffee. it seemed fine to her, isadora never enjoyed much the taste of coffees anyway. for her, the one in her hand was just like the ones she used to drink in boston on a monday at seven am, when she was just a little too hangover to think properly, but still had to work. "is it bad if i say that i think they all taste the same? but i guess you can always call janet, she'd give you something else, right? it's weird that they don't have more options already here though."

[clarkjpg]

open to anyone (town square, beach, or gardens) 🛹 @gpstarters

clark is drunkenly singing — well, singing is a pretty generous term for it on the karaoke machine he asked from janet. "fork, this is so cool! i asked her to give me a karaoke machine and it just popped out of nowhere!" he says. "wait, why the fork can't i say fork?" ah. inability to say fuck aside, it's cool. offering his mic to the other person, he asks, "do you wanna sing too?"

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isadora watched the man as if he was the most interesting being in that entire place. she thought he was different, in a good way, from the people she met there before. although if she were in his shoes, she'd die of embarrassment with such behavior. but watching others do it? fun! "oh, no!" panic took over her features as she shook her head impossibly faster. "i'm just enjoying watching you with this thing."

[futilclovcrs]

who: open ( @gpstarters )

where: town square

-- Kai checked his pocket for the hundredth time for his vape that still wasn't there. He figured being in the self-proclaimed Good Place would mean he'd never have to ask, "where's my vape?" ever again, but he was trying to accept that maybe the good thing to do was to finally attempt to quit. The other option was to just ask Janet for a new one everytime, but that was an unexpected feature of afterlife that he couldn't seem to get comfortable with. "To Janet or not to Janet, that is the question." He mused to whoever was close enough to hear. "It just feels weird to always be asking her for things. A little reductive to the feminist movement, don't you think?"

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no, she never thought of it that way. isadora was actually enjoying asking janet for things, that part did feel like the good place for her. she would never have to worry about anything, janet could simply help her with whatever she wanted. so of course she wouldn't imagine any problematic regarding it at first. why ruin something good with logic and humans rights... well, she isn't a human anyway. "what? janet's not really a woman, she just looks like one. " she mentally repeated his words. who would think that a robot type of thing, giving people what they ask for, could be reductive to the feminist movement? a man, of course. "if you feel too uncomfortable, you could always go after what you want yourself..."

[wwoeo]

open to anyone. @gpstarters location: outside his house.

akihiko knelt in his garden, surrounded by barely sprouting vegetables, dirt staining his once-pristine shirt. he glared at the mess, feeling his carefully constructed image crumble with every feeble plant. it drew a glaring parallel to his quaint home. he hated this. the sun beat down, and his hands were covered in grime, but he had to for the sake of the good place. as he sat back to stretch his aching back (why his bones would be hurting in literal heaven he had no clue,) a shadow fell over him. he looked up, forcing a charming smile. "ah, look at you," he said, gesturing to the chaos around him. "you’ve found me in the middle of my... masterpiece." he winked, hoping to mask his frustration. "isn't it wonderful i get to contribute to the neighborhood?"

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"masterpiece, hm?" a slight raise of brows and restrained smile took over her features. isadora tried to let out only subtle physical expressions, she couldn't feel quite comfortable around those people to let her guard down yet. "it's a nice space you have here! did you used to do this back home?" she couldn't help but cringe at his last words, why everyone at that place seemed so altruistic? there must be something wrong with isadora because she'd never do such thing for the neighborhood, for people she doesn't even know... she wouldn't do it even for herself. "it sure is... i would offer help but you seem so happy taking care of this." she forced a smile.

[dcisychainx]

*⁀ ♡︎ open ; anyone *⁀ ♡︎ tagging ; @gpstarters *⁀ ♡︎ location ; the gardens

eunha's glad for her sunhat. it's almost annoyingly sunny, and she wonders if they could control just how sunny it can get. she hums, softly, and picking a flower from the garden and holding it. might as well make a bouquet. maybe she could give it to her soulmate as a welcome gift? would janet be able to help? she's almost asking for janet, but then she spots a human walking by. "oh! hey, what flowers do you think are pretty?" she asks, pointing to the flower garden.

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she offered a smile, one of those that reach the eyes and light up her own face. a gesture she started to get awfully used to after her, so far, short period in that place. "hm... i like the yellow ones... and i think they'd look nice with those red here." she pointed briefly. isadora never had much knowledge about flower, not even the most common ones, she thought they all looked nice and smelled good. "i don't think i'm really helpful though... what do you want to do with them?"

[duallpa]

DUA LIPA on the set of the 'Handlebars' video (via Instagram)

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DUA LIPA via Instagram (March 19, 2025)