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Dec 15, 2019 3:42 PM
jean and imrainai in the good place
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"...I suppose," she says dubiously. It seems like the sort of thing that even a normal person would be unlikely to miss, let alone a being that designed a neighborhood that's supposed to be perfectly calibrated for its residents.

"Maybe we could ask Michael about it," she continues, mentally bracing herself in case Michael decides to appear out of thin air again.

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"I'm sure he's very busy, I wouldn't want to bother him..."

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"Yeah, that seems likely. I'm sure he has to deal with everyone's concerns." He hasn't been acting like he has to deal with everyone's concerns, but maybe there's some kind of time dilation thing going on. Or, more depressingly, maybe everyone else has fewer concerns. "I think I'll just, uh, see if there's anything vaguely library shaped in the neighborhood. I should probably figure out where everything is anyway."

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"That's a good idea." And he wants nothing more than to let her do that and take the time to despair in private, but what he wants can't be his priority right now. "Maybe we should go for a walk around the neighborhood. See things, meet people."

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"Sure!" she agrees brightly, mostly because she wants to be the sort of person who can agree brightly to things. "Uh, unless you have other things to do, I'm sure I'll be fine on my own, too."

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"Nothing remotely so important." He offers her his arm.

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Aaaah what do you do with people's arms. This is the worst part of purgatory, she's going to embarrass herself and then be unable to die of embarrassment. She'll be fine as long as she can think about something other than her own incompetence (like investigation, investigation is a good thing to think about), but Jean is periodically making it super difficult to think about things other than her own incompetence.

She smiles politely and accepts. 

 

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Jean smiles, pats her hand, and leads her out the nearest house-aperture and down the path.

It's sunny, and a little breezy; plants are rustling gently in their window-boxes, birds are chirping from somewhere unidentifiable, the air is heavy with the scent of jasmine.

They're not the only ones out enjoying the perfect weather. People are walking and talking and smiling, mostly in couples, here and there in groups or alone. Some couples are holding hands; a man and a woman are lying on a hillside, cloudgazing, their arms around each other.

Bells jingle softly as people go in and out of stores, all of them small and cute and welcoming. Elements of Happiness, promises the sign in front of one; another says CHOCOLATE EVERYTHING in gilt letters over the plate-glass window. Further along, they can see Everything FITS! and The Good Plates and From Schmear to Eternity and quaint little carts laden with flowers and pinwheels and tiny cacti in teacups.

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....aww, the tiny cacti are kind of cute. They're not what she should be thinking about right now, but it's important to be able to appreciate the good things in no-longer-life.

She looks around for anything that might be a library or a bookstore or a church.

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Perhaps she wants Chicken Soup for the Mouth, or Caviar On A Stick, or Warm Blankets, or Bagel On A Stick, or Tea for Two Couples Cafe, or Hot Dog On A Stick On A Stick, or The Pesto's Yet to Come, or Steak On A Stick (Extra Sticks)?

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Not-heaven is an entirely ridiculous place. At least it has lots of restaurants. More variety would be nice, but maybe she can get away with eating takeout for a while and not have to figure out her kitchen just yet. Focus on the good. Focus on the good.

She'll circle back around to Elements of Happiness, on the grounds that she's not actually sure what that one is selling.

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Items in the store window include:

- a dummy in a flowing blue-and-white dress, skirts arrayed in careful pleats

- a large Canadian goose with a ribbon around its neck, preening contentedly

- several bouquets of roses (various colors)

- a shelf of decorative bells, including a commemorative bell from the 1893 World Fair

- a set of cookware, marked 90% off

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She's getting more and more concerned about not-heaven's economic system (doesn't a 90% off sticker imply that you still have to pay for things here? She supposes that's arguably a good thing, if there's anything they can't get by getting Michael to snap his fingers, but she doesn't have any money, and the idea of finding a job in a town that seems to be 70% restaurants is sort of making her stomach turn), but she figures the best way to handle that is to get more information.

"This one seems like it has some variety," she says brightly, before letting go of Jean and walking in on her own. She is pretty sure this is horrible and rude, but touching people she doesn't know is taking up like three quarters of her ability to think, and she would really like to be able to think right now.

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The bell over the door jingles cheerily; the proprietress, who's wearing an unbelievably frilly tiered pink dress, looks up from her knitting and waves. "Welcome to Elements of Happiness! How can I make you happy today?"

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"We'll have to see!" says Karen, cheerfully. "You wouldn't happen to have any books here, would you? I was looking for a bookstore earlier, but I haven't found anything yet."

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"Hmmm. Have you looked behind the pastries?"

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She glances around the shop to see if there are any pastries about.

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There are! There's a whole display case full of various fruit pastries. (They smell delicious.)

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Aw, neat. Maybe she'll have one later.

She checks behind the display case.

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It's kind of pushed up against the wall, but if she really stretches and squeezes into the gap a little, she can juuust get hold of a package neatly wrapped in butcher paper.

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...huh. 

She grabs the package.

"Did you mean this?"

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"Are there books in it?"

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She takes that as permission to unwrap the package.

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Inside is:

another package, also neatly wrapped and tied with a perfect bow.

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She unwraps the second package. She's not gonna keep doing this forever, but she needs to make a serious effort to unwrap the thing herself before it makes sense to ask for help.

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