Upon shutting his eyes for a moment on a completely routine train trip out to the Bad Place, and opening them to find himself on a subway train in the middle of freaking nowhere, Michael's quick to disembark and head out into the city. It's empty and unfamiliar. The latter's not too surprising - how many cities does he know well? - but the former rather is.]
Janet?
[Nothing. After a beat, he calls out again, louder:]
Janet? [...] Bad Janet? Neutral Janet? Disco Janet?
[His tone gets increasingly flat as he goes.]
Well, shit.
[What should he do, then? This place is pretty freaking dead. The old man doesn't seem all that distressed, in spite of everything, but he's certainly annoyed. He's just gonna start wandering down the street and poking his head into random buildings until he finds someone!]
ii. art
[The museum is, easily, the most interesting place Michael's seen in this city yet!
For a little while, he hangs out in the lobby, putting together a large drink for himself that seems to include many different kinds of alcohol. If he catches anyone watching him, he asks:]
What, you want something? I can do that. I was a bartender for like, two days once. Two separate days, two separate continents - people really don't ask bartenders a lot of questions.
[But of course that doesn't last long before he heads off into the exhibits themselves! He can be found in all the rooms, but particularly in the ball pit, wading quickly through the balls after what ultimately turns out to be a shadowy phantom, and also the secrets room.]
Oh - yeah, I love the drama! Who are we talking about here, what's going on?
Michael | The Good Place
Upon shutting his eyes for a moment on a completely routine train trip out to the Bad Place, and opening them to find himself on a subway train in the middle of freaking nowhere, Michael's quick to disembark and head out into the city. It's empty and unfamiliar. The latter's not too surprising - how many cities does he know well? - but the former rather is.]
Janet?
[Nothing. After a beat, he calls out again, louder:]
Janet? [...] Bad Janet? Neutral Janet? Disco Janet?
[His tone gets increasingly flat as he goes.]
Well, shit.
[What should he do, then? This place is pretty freaking dead. The old man doesn't seem all that distressed, in spite of everything, but he's certainly annoyed. He's just gonna start wandering down the street and poking his head into random buildings until he finds someone!]
ii. art
For a little while, he hangs out in the lobby, putting together a large drink for himself that seems to include many different kinds of alcohol. If he catches anyone watching him, he asks:]
What, you want something? I can do that. I was a bartender for like, two days once. Two separate days, two separate continents - people really don't ask bartenders a lot of questions.
[But of course that doesn't last long before he heads off into the exhibits themselves! He can be found in all the rooms, but particularly in the ball pit, wading quickly through the balls after what ultimately turns out to be a shadowy phantom, and also the secrets room.]
Oh - yeah, I love the drama! Who are we talking about here, what's going on?