01 Arrival [You know what's really overwhelming? Your senses being accosted by the feeling of vastly superior modern air conditioning and smells you haven't smelled in over 40 years, and solid ground beneath your feet when you can't even remember having feet. He stumbles when he comes to. Not his most graceful moment, but things are happening. And then there's some sweet little broad, kinda cute too, explaining some package to him that he doesn't really listen to and shuffling him off to God knows where. He doesn't leave immediately, though. Instead, he looks back over his shoulder after tucking the still unopened package under his arm.]
I don't think so, sister. How about you come clean about what's actually going on, 'cause if this is my white light, it's a real stinker.
04 Cafeteria [It didn't take Joey long to identify the empty feeling in his gut, even though he hadn't felt it in over 70 years. He was hungry. As he plodded into the cafeteria, he was almost sort of coming to terms with the idea that he wasn't a dead guy anymore. Weird. Really weird. And where was the kid? He shrugged off that particular concern and went to the counter, where he was apparently just supposed to pick up his free food. Heaven has free food, huh? Not bad, not bad.
The guy at the counter was gruff, curt, and didn't take no nonsense from nobody, which mean Joey couldn't help but like him a little bit. The joint didn't have any hooch, but he wasn't going to complain. It was afternoon, anyway. Red'd have something to say about that.
After he has a seat with the meal he'd chosen (he had no idea whether he was going to like it or not. He was having trouble remembering what food tasted like, but it smelled amazing) he didn't make it a secret that he was watching people. 40 years of being invisible to everyone except other spooks and mediums really did a number on a fella's sense of propriety. Honestly, he didn't even realize he was staring.
While he's digging in, he'll be switching between watching and listening to people around him and sifting through that package the kid gave him. He lifts the phone, holding it like someone holding a wallet, and frowns at it.]
What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?
Joey Mallone | Blackwell Series
[You know what's really overwhelming? Your senses being accosted by the feeling of vastly superior modern air conditioning and smells you haven't smelled in over 40 years, and solid ground beneath your feet when you can't even remember having feet. He stumbles when he comes to. Not his most graceful moment, but things are happening. And then there's some sweet little broad, kinda cute too, explaining some package to him that he doesn't really listen to and shuffling him off to God knows where. He doesn't leave immediately, though. Instead, he looks back over his shoulder after tucking the still unopened package under his arm.]
I don't think so, sister. How about you come clean about what's actually going on, 'cause if this is my white light, it's a real stinker.
04 Cafeteria
[It didn't take Joey long to identify the empty feeling in his gut, even though he hadn't felt it in over 70 years. He was hungry. As he plodded into the cafeteria, he was almost sort of coming to terms with the idea that he wasn't a dead guy anymore. Weird. Really weird. And where was the kid? He shrugged off that particular concern and went to the counter, where he was apparently just supposed to pick up his free food. Heaven has free food, huh? Not bad, not bad.
The guy at the counter was gruff, curt, and didn't take no nonsense from nobody, which mean Joey couldn't help but like him a little bit. The joint didn't have any hooch, but he wasn't going to complain. It was afternoon, anyway. Red'd have something to say about that.
After he has a seat with the meal he'd chosen (he had no idea whether he was going to like it or not. He was having trouble remembering what food tasted like, but it smelled amazing) he didn't make it a secret that he was watching people. 40 years of being invisible to everyone except other spooks and mediums really did a number on a fella's sense of propriety. Honestly, he didn't even realize he was staring.
While he's digging in, he'll be switching between watching and listening to people around him and sifting through that package the kid gave him. He lifts the phone, holding it like someone holding a wallet, and frowns at it.]
What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?