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[cantacquityou]

...This is a general post for Paradisa residents, should anyone wish to harass visit or contact Edgeworth ICly. If you are not from Paradisa (I.E., from another game/dressing room, etc), you are welcome to interact with Edgeworth via his Hotel Room. 

 LOLNOPE. Edgey has a new inbox now. Go there.

Room at various angles.

...Because Edgeworth is very well-off, there will be no question that he will request as much from the castle as he can to feel 'at home.' Therefore, his room will be inspired by a room of one of his favourite hotel suites - the Hazlitts in Soho, London. The hotel room is a bit smaller than it appears in the picture, but is extremely richly furnished and decorated. However, with opulence comes a price, as usual, and because of Edgeworth's fastidious tastes, the castle will inflict upon him at least one temporary loss per month. Unbeknownst to Edgeworth, of course.

At any given time, there will be a book or two on the bed, and others placed sporadically at various crevasses within the room.  There is another, smaller partition of the room containing a couch, small table, and chair. There are a pair of small speakers, a heated blanket, a small fridge with at least two wine bottles, and a heating apparatus that doesn't emit microwaves. There's also a burgundy/blue chess set. There's no television, no futon, and of course, no Oldbag . There is a black box on the desk that requires not only a key to be opened, but a sliding puzzle to be solved. There's also a medium-sized kitchen. The bathroom is nothing particularly fascinating, as he doesn't spend enough time in there to feel the need to expend too much effort in decorating it, and it is much smaller than one may expect after seeing the room. There is, however, a clean bathtub lined with a few red/gold, unused candles.









See the chess piece? Definitely Edgeworth's room.

The kitchen is similar to this, but quite smaller:



 

 

Comments

[cantacquityou]

[W-W-........What....the .....shit?]

[takethat]

[He's stalking down the stairs, now, but he stops halfway and turns back to Edgeworth again.]

...if you join me, don't you suppose we can expect a couple of hours of arguing and stilted conversation before we both leave, mad at each other, and I don't see you for another month or something?

[A pause, and then his tone is nothing but snark.]

Or, even better, you could come and sleep in my room and make like we're so close until you decide to stop talking to me again the next day. That'd be great.

[cantacquityou]

[At this point, Edgeworth could not be any...more...confused. He stares at him, mouth agape, constantly on the verge of attempting to respond, but finding no words...]



















...I-... Wri--... Er... Wha-...?

[takethat]

...you don't understand at all, do you? ...I don't expect you to.

[He heaves a bitter sigh.]

I guess if I just say that and let it go, it won't ever matter that you just don't get why I'm still upset, and I can pretend it's not a big deal.

[And he continues down the stairs, waving a hand for Edgeworth to follow him again.]

[cantacquityou]

...Wright...

[takethat]

[Again, he stops walking.]

...what?

[cantacquityou]

I am confused. Other than you obviously being upset, I can neither make heads nor tails of what you are trying to convey to me, exactly...

[takethat]

...well, that's probably for the best, then.










The most important thing I want you to understand is that I think you were incredibly selfish, running away this time, and I wish you'd think of other people before you do stupid crap like that.

[Because he's run the gamut between worry and sorrow and it's been tiring. Not to mention all the time he's had to himself to think about all this.]

[cantacquityou]

[He walks towards him, closing in the distance Phoenix had put between them...]










... I think this would be better discussed while seated.

[takethat]

...you're the one who stopped me.

[For the third time, he heads toward the bar.]

[cantacquityou]

[Follows. Defeatedly.]

[takethat]

[Phoenix is silent for the rest of the short walk to the bar; when they arrive, he holds the door open for Edgeworth like a gentleman.]

...I'm not picky about where we sit.

[cantacquityou]

[Taken aback at that gesture. Even more confused, he takes a seat at a booth nearby.]

[takethat]

[He slides into the booth, opposite Edgeworth, and stares at the table.]

Definitely not how I imagined spending tonight...

[cantacquityou]

...How did you imagine it?

[takethat]

...I wanted to spend tonight partying with my friends. Eating cake, getting drunk, laughing, having a good time. ...and I expected to be drinking alone in my room all night.

"Continuing to fight with Edgeworth in the bar" wasn't something I considered.

[cantacquityou]

I...did not...intend...to fight with you...



...neither do I want to, now...

[takethat]

I don't want to, either, but I feel like if I don't keep trying to make you understand... then you never will, and I'll just have to go along pretending things are okay when they're not.

[cantacquityou]

You simply cannot make anyone understand something, Wright...

[takethat]

Then I need to keep trying to help you understand--nitpicking my word choice doesn't change what I meant.

[cantacquityou]

...[There is so much he would like to interject in response to that. However, knowing that what he'd have to say would simply make it worse, and he had absolutely no patience for a fight, he decides against it. He rests his chin in his palm, elbow upon the table, and gazes off to the side.]



... Go ahead, Wright. Tell me everything. Let me have it. Unleash anything you could possibly wish to say to me. I am listening.

[takethat]

I mostly already have. [Sigh] You've been selfish and mean, and you hurt me a lot. I don't know how many other ways I can say that, but you still don't seem to understand...






...I missed you. I was worried sick about you. I really... wish you'd come back here. Like it or not, this is "home" for the time being, and nothing feels right without you here.

[Abruptly, he calls one of the wait staff over and orders a drink--he'd like to do anything but let that last statement settle in the air between the two of them.]

[cantacquityou]

[He remains unmoving as Phoenix orders his drink. He taps his fingers upon the table, and refuses with a, 'not right now' when the waiter offers him a drink as well.]









...How did you manage, then, the months you have been here prior to my arrival?

[takethat]

[He sips his drink, taking his time in answering that.]

I won't lie; part of it was that I was very caught up in trying to figure this place out, and worrying about not having my voice. But... I did think about you a lot. Wished you were here, some, too. So I guess I still missed you, even then.

[cantacquityou]

[As he gazes out of the window, he engages in his usual fidget - grasping his arm.]