#gp.start

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?"

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?"

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?"

"it's so pretty," she sighed, wrapping her arms around herself as she stared at the giant snow globe that was currently the centerpiece of her living room. it happened to contain a replica of the eiffel tower, a place she had hoped to visit when she was alive and was now trapped behind glass. "janet was nice enough to make it big for us." she told the person next to her... maddie at least trying to at least appear pleased with the not-magic not-lady's efforts. god, she hated snow globes.