[Michael blinks awake on the train, feeling groggy and vaguely ill. Granted, this describes a lot of his earliest experiences with falling asleep as a real human being. Sleep's weird. Sometimes, doing it feels great! Sometimes, it's terrible. And, as always, such a waste of time.
Dangerous, too - he's always feared it might be a little dangerous, even if this is the first time he's ever actually woken up somewhere unfamiliar afterwards.]
What the hell is this?
[It's not as if he's anybody important as far as people on Earth are concerned! Also, it's not a great kidnapping even if that were what it is. He's got full range of motion. Pretty sure these are his clothes - he checks his pockets, but he wasn't carrying a weapon anyway. Something about the motion feels strange, though. He rests his fingertips lightly on his chest for a moment, then touches them to his jawline instead. His brow is furrowed, but he seems more...puzzled than genuinely concerned]
...huh...
i-b: trainwreck
[In some ways, the crash is a relief. Michael's extremely used to his life becoming a sudden trainwreck.
Now that he's more himself - far less human, but nevermind that right now - getting hurt isn't much of a concern. Neither is the fire. He wrenches open the twisted door to his compartment, wincing at the screech of scraping metal, and then sets off to check on everybody else down the line.
In theory, it's better to never let anybody know he isn't a real human. In practice...well, this is already weird. He'd rather save someone's life and deal with the consequences later than just...not. So he doesn't bother playing the ginger, fragile old man. He just punches through some glass with his bare hands and entirely ignores the fire.]
Hey, you okay?
ii. affliction
[The blotch of black goo is very visible, stuck to the side of Michael's right hand. But it's not that visually distinguishable from his normal ink, and he has recently gotten very cut up. He doesn't think much of it, and then it's rather too late.
He's been a lot of people over the course of his long life. Fortunately for everyone, the goo's just amplifying some of his current tendencies right now. Evil demon or not, he's always had a capacity for Goofs.]
Heeeeeey, buddy!
[He lurches over to fling an arm around your shoulders, which also ends with him leaning most of his weight onto you. You have never seen him ever in your entire life probably. Michael giggles, and then:]
Boop!
[He has booped your nose.]
iii. two truths and a lie
So this is what we're doing? Children's sleepover games? Cool
1. I'm an amateur magician! 2. I once broke into Heaven through the mail chute. It was a fairly large mail chute. 3. Immanuel Kant is my favorite philosopher.
Michael | The Good Place
Dangerous, too - he's always feared it might be a little dangerous, even if this is the first time he's ever actually woken up somewhere unfamiliar afterwards.]
What the hell is this?
[It's not as if he's anybody important as far as people on Earth are concerned! Also, it's not a great kidnapping even if that were what it is. He's got full range of motion. Pretty sure these are his clothes - he checks his pockets, but he wasn't carrying a weapon anyway. Something about the motion feels strange, though. He rests his fingertips lightly on his chest for a moment, then touches them to his jawline instead. His brow is furrowed, but he seems more...puzzled than genuinely concerned]
...huh...
Now that he's more himself - far less human, but nevermind that right now - getting hurt isn't much of a concern. Neither is the fire. He wrenches open the twisted door to his compartment, wincing at the screech of scraping metal, and then sets off to check on everybody else down the line.
In theory, it's better to never let anybody know he isn't a real human. In practice...well, this is already weird. He'd rather save someone's life and deal with the consequences later than just...not. So he doesn't bother playing the ginger, fragile old man. He just punches through some glass with his bare hands and entirely ignores the fire.]
Hey, you okay?
He's been a lot of people over the course of his long life. Fortunately for everyone, the goo's just amplifying some of his current tendencies right now. Evil demon or not, he's always had a capacity for Goofs.]
Heeeeeey, buddy!
[He lurches over to fling an arm around your shoulders, which also ends with him leaning most of his weight onto you. You have never seen him ever in your entire life probably. Michael giggles, and then:]
Boop!
[He has booped your nose.]
1. I'm an amateur magician!
2. I once broke into Heaven through the mail chute. It was a fairly large mail chute.
3. Immanuel Kant is my favorite philosopher.