[ARCHIVED] IC-inbox

[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

[takethat]

Because for some ungodly reason, I really like you.

[cantacquityou]

[Edgeworth experiences an odd jolt from those words. He's heard this before, but something about the way he said that this time is...different. Perhaps it's the added, 'really.' It all seems so simultaneously obvious and so easy to be misconstrued.]







...I...



....Is something the matter with you, Wright?

[takethat]

...no, nothing's the matter.

[He can feel a blush creeping up his neck--that hadn't exactly gone the way he'd intended. Better just get another drink and hope for the best.]

.5

[cantacquityou]

. . . . . . . .

1.00

[cantacquityou]

[takethat]

[He nearly falls out of the booth, no big deal]




What!!

/Cue 'Cornered' theme

[cantacquityou]

Something about your testim--... your answer...doesn't sit well with the evidence. Something is amiss, here.

[takethat]

Oh, Miles, honestly... if anything's amiss, blame the beer...

[Please... blame the beer.]

[cantacquityou]

It doesn't take a mere one or two drinks to impair your judgement, Mr. Wright.

[takethat]

...why are you doing this?

.5

[cantacquityou]

. . . . . . . . . . .

1.00

[cantacquityou]

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Forget it.

[takethat]

....I don't want to talk about it. You get to avoid talking about things you don't want to.

[cantacquityou]

...Simply because I don't want you to chew me out any more than you already have today. Really.

[takethat]

...well, okay then.

[Back to drinking it is.]

...I'm sure you'll get me back again somehow, anyway.

[cantacquityou]

I...don't know what you mean by that.

[takethat]

I mean... I chewed you out today, so tomorrow you'll probably find something to complain at me about in return.

[Or you'll just leave.]

[cantacquityou]

Well, if you continue with your spontaneous, emotional outburts, I may. More often than not, your temperament is so erratic that simply trying to piece together what mood you truly are in is like herding dozens of cats. Today was a prime example...

[takethat]

Of course my "temperament is erratic" right now. I'm still upset with you. I want to forgive you and move on and go back to being happy again, but I can't, because you're probably not going to let me. So yeah.

[cantacquityou]

I am not stopping you from being happy. You are.

[takethat]

Fine, Miles, what the hell ever. You know as well as I do that you're just going to go right back to treating me like crap as soon as my birthday is over.

[A pause]

And yet I still... really like you.

[cantacquityou]

[It is high time for some major arm-squeezing, here. Those annoying little primal instincts of his really wants to see this as a possible opportunity. But, Edgeworth acknowledges that he, himself, is a guy - and guys are pretty famous for taking the simplest, most innocent gestures as signs of interest. He bites his lip - acting upon misread interpretations would possibly be the most humiliating thing yet - even more so than having chased Vera around the castle in burnt clothing. Phoenix never hesitates to tell a person that he 'likes' them, after all, Edgeworth being no exception.]





....I will...tell you why I left.

[takethat]

[This is true--with a little alcohol and enough of a reason, Phoenix would probably tell any number of his friends that he "really likes" them, and yet there is something more to it this time. In some small way he recognizes that; there's a bit of himself that knows exactly what he means by those words, though it's remaining buried as long as he can keep it that way.

Edgeworth's words startle him--this seems sudden, but he's glad for a little honesty, so he nods.]

Good... I'd like to know.

[cantacquityou]

I was overwhelmed...and I will admit, some part of which had to do with you.

[takethat]

...right, you said something about seeing too much of me, before you said you weren't going to talk to me for a week.