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...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:

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: Hotel Room

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[...He is there, indeed. However, it takes his at least a half-hour to respond to it. That's...all? After all, collecting everything in that box was a process spanning over weeks. The message seems awfully curt, especially coming from Phoenix, giving him the distinct impression that Phoenix was still very much upset at him. Eventually, he writes back:]

You are very welcome.

Oh, you're there?

[This is spoken, more out of his surprise than anything else. Guess who was just sitting there waiting to see if he got an answer?]

[He smiles.

...Not that you can see it, but...anyway.]

...No. I am not here.

You're not here, I know that much.

[Still a little bitter, yes.]

...Hi, Phoenix.

Hi, Miles.

[Calling him by his first name isn't quite enough to make him drop his irritation, but... it helps.]

[The irritation is his voice is quite obvious. Edgeworth remains silent for a considerable moment. At this point, he has absolutely no patience for another fight, and yet, he's already under the impression that if he doesn't put an end to this conversation as soon as possible and nip any potential conversational fester in the bud, things could escalate once again. Phoenix didn't deserve that now - especially on his birthday. At this point, he's not sure what to say - to end it all too abruptly would more than likely irritate Phoenix, and to keep quiet would more than likely irritate him as well. Problem is, Edgeworth's quietly considering all of this...]

[At least the quiet is expected, this time. Phoenix waits uncomfortably for a few minutes before speaking up again.]

...I really liked the wall scroll.

[Relief.]

...I am glad.

[He sighs softly--it's never easy to get a read on Edgeworth, but right now it's absolutely impossible.]

...yes, well. It was very nice of you to remember my birthday.

[This is awkward, stilted conversation at its finest...]

...it does not appear to me that you're enjoying it very much.

What, my birthday? ...I've had better. Spending it alone sort of sucks.

[He smirks...a wistful sort of smirk.]

...Is that some sort of a hint, or do you simply happen to be relaying your woes to me?

...it's both.

[Doodling in the corner of the journal page, now--his habit, of course, when he isn't sure what to say.]

...and here I thought Veritas would offer you a bit of company. Insufficient?

...she's a fine listener, but she's not much conversation. Plus, she's asleep right now...

She fell asleep?

Well... yes... it is pretty late. I don't know much about dog things. Is that not normal?

...And Larry did not provide you with any sort of company, either? I find that quite shocking.

I've seen a lot of people today, but now it is tonight, which is very different.

[Probably a good thing Edgeworth can't see that pout over the journal.]

...Ah....and here you gave me the impression that you were entirely alone all day.

It's still my birthday for another hour.

[stillpouting]

Hmph.

[He thinks on it. Perhaps not a good idea in the long-run...but is IS his birthday, so...]

What woud you like me to do? Seeing as though is is...your birthday, you may ask anything of me you wish - within reason, of course. Inquiries otherwise should be taken up with the castle.

...

[he's quiet for a long time on that one.]

...I don't think I want anything you can really take care of, but thanks anyway. The offer is what counts, after all.