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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]

[He speaks...words punctuated by ...laughing.]


...You could wear some night clothes, you know... [..and the laughs taper down to chuckles.]

[takethat]

It's too late. I'm already in bed.

[And snuggling into that aforementioned pillow with a placid smile on his face.]

You'll tell me if you need anything, right?

[cantacquityou]

Alrig--...You say that the pillow smells...different?

[takethat]

Yeah! It doesn't smell--

[Like you]

--the way I remember it from the last time I was here.

[cantacquityou]

Oh dear...




...Perhaps we should...get up for a bit so that I may...change the sheets.

[takethat]

Change the--





...what's been going on in this bed??

[cantacquityou]

...random people showing up in it. As per usual. [He is obviously not happy about it.]

[takethat]

You have all the fun.

[A laugh]

You want me to change your sheets for you? I will.

[cantacquityou]

...Don't worry yourself.

[takethat]

Hm... whatever you say.


[Now there's a nagging little worry in the back of his mind--just whose head has been on this pillow recently?--but knowing how often the castle messes with Edgeworth in that regard, he'll push it aside for the time being...]


...you should probably get some sleep.

[cantacquityou]

...After the sheet has been changed.

[takethat]

...then get up, and tell me where the extras are.

[cantacquityou]

I don't generally keep 'extras' around....save for the ghastly Valentine's Day sheets that I use to line Veritas' sleeping area. [Wishes up a new set of sheets as...politely as he usually would. He begins to take the used sheets off until the order is fulfilled. Being that it's summer, there's no longer a heating pad, but there are some pretty nice paisley designs all up on dem sheets. He starts the process of putting the fresh ones on, no matter how tedious the task is at the moment.]

[takethat]

[Whether Edgeworth likes it or not, he's getting help changing those sheets.]

I wish you'd just let me do this. I don't want you fainting again and you should be taking it easy.

[cantacquityou]

Nonsense. I should be the hospitable host who should see to it that my guest is comfortable.

[takethat]

[Yeah, he's having none of that, and he continues his "work."]

I'm hardly a "guest" in this room anymore, anyway, having been trapped in it and all.

[cantacquityou]

As true as that may be, I just thought it would be a bit more pleasant should you not have to further endure an unholy combination of toddler drool and 15th-century cologne.

[Looks like it's all done!]

[takethat]

Fifteenth-century...


...right. He slept in the bed?

[That's blurted before he can stop it, but oh well; he crawls back into the bed again.]

[cantacquityou]

Considering that's where he showed up - yes. Assuming that we are speaking of the same fellow.

[He follows shortly after]

[takethat]

Pretty sure we are...

[But he's just realizing now how very tired he is, curling back up in the bed, and the topic doesn't matter all that much at this moment. He blinks slowly a few times, and murmurs.]




Punch me if you need me.

[cantacquityou]

May I do so, regardless?

[takethat]

Sure. But get some rest first.

[He reaches over to give Edgeworth a pat on the head, and within moments, he's breathing evenly and sound asleep.]