Chidi really doesn't know what he expected when he decided to come here, to this event. He's still getting his feet under him and he's not used to the whole 'superpowers' business—there's a lot to consider about that, ethically and otherwise, and he hasn't had the time to sit down with a nice fat notebook and work it out. But he decided to try to relax a little and go with the flow, which has simply led to more stress—and distress—on his part. He doesn't know if the robotic waiters are as intelligent as Janet, but he's finding himself more and more concerned one of them will go off the rails and end up in the pool, injuring many people. He can't decide whether it's best to stay here, despite being unable to do anything about it if something goes wrong, or just leave.
So he decides instead to have a drink. He had not been much of a drinker when he lived on earth originally, but he figures he'll relax better if he can get some wine in his system and try to ignore the things bothering him.
But somehow, this makes everything worse. He's not only worried about what the robots will do—he's worried about what the people will do.
"You're not supposed to run," he helpfully informs one young partygoer, then immediately turns to another: "No, no, now—don't do cannonballs when there are other people around." No, he doesn't know for a fact that person was going to do a cannonball—but it seems the most likely outcome for how they're acting.
With that he turns and points in the direction of the nearest person he sees, emboldened. "I know you're not jumping in right after drinking that."
Maurtia Falls
Chidi takes on the task with seriousness when it's assigned to him—it's the fault of imports that things must be cleaned up, so it's his duty if nothing less to participate. So, he sweeps, he bags, he repairs...he continues doing whatever needs to be done to help out.
Sooner or later he realizes he's gotten so into it that he's forgotten to watch where he's going, and he's attempted to literally sweep someone off of their feet. He gapes for a moment, letting the broom droop in his hand.
"I'm—" he stutters. "Oh, my god. I'm so sorry."
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Chidi Anagonye | The Good Place
Chidi really doesn't know what he expected when he decided to come here, to this event. He's still getting his feet under him and he's not used to the whole 'superpowers' business—there's a lot to consider about that, ethically and otherwise, and he hasn't had the time to sit down with a nice fat notebook and work it out. But he decided to try to relax a little and go with the flow, which has simply led to more stress—and distress—on his part. He doesn't know if the robotic waiters are as intelligent as Janet, but he's finding himself more and more concerned one of them will go off the rails and end up in the pool, injuring many people. He can't decide whether it's best to stay here, despite being unable to do anything about it if something goes wrong, or just leave.
So he decides instead to have a drink. He had not been much of a drinker when he lived on earth originally, but he figures he'll relax better if he can get some wine in his system and try to ignore the things bothering him.
But somehow, this makes everything worse. He's not only worried about what the robots will do—he's worried about what the people will do.
"You're not supposed to run," he helpfully informs one young partygoer, then immediately turns to another: "No, no, now—don't do cannonballs when there are other people around." No, he doesn't know for a fact that person was going to do a cannonball—but it seems the most likely outcome for how they're acting.
With that he turns and points in the direction of the nearest person he sees, emboldened. "I know you're not jumping in right after drinking that."
Maurtia Falls
Chidi takes on the task with seriousness when it's assigned to him—it's the fault of imports that things must be cleaned up, so it's his duty if nothing less to participate. So, he sweeps, he bags, he repairs...he continues doing whatever needs to be done to help out.
Sooner or later he realizes he's gotten so into it that he's forgotten to watch where he's going, and he's attempted to literally sweep someone off of their feet. He gapes for a moment, letting the broom droop in his hand.
"I'm—" he stutters. "Oh, my god. I'm so sorry."
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