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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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[At this, he could not experience any more ...guilt. How was he to tell to the truth and confess to his friend... his... straight friend... that an immense part of his disappearance was an attempt to purge himself of those uncomfortably spontaneous lustful thoughts of him? How could he be truthful about it without making him perpetually uncomfortable and possibly destroying the waning fibres of their friendship? It would perhaps be even easier to make a declaration of love - at least it would imply a sort of unconditional affection. However, Edgeworth had long acknowledged that it was simply an attraction on purely the physical level, and that, he knew, would rub his friend the wrong way... Is there a way for one to convey, "I've been plagued by niggling sexual fantasies about you," without saying, "I've been plagued by niggling sexual fantasies about you"?]

...Such is the wayward heart, Wright. It is nearly impossible to control.

[Edgeworth may not have meant much by it, but his choice of words--"wayward heart"--sends Phoenix into a bristling, ears-burning scowl. Everything has been so confusing for him lately, and the possibility of something... serious... had crossed his mind more than once. Now, sitting here across from Edgeworth (who is looking a bit distraught and in need of a hug), this is not something he wants to address. He finishes off his drink.]

...I've never been able to do very much with my feelings, anyway, even when I think they're going completely haywire on me.

What do you mean?

They just take off without me. They do their own thing. I'm not in control.

[Smiling wryly. He's going to need another drink.]

It's a bad way to be.

...I've realized that you tend to grow overly attached to your cases and that need of yours to 'save' people. As I recall telling you long before, we are only human. We are not saviors. We are lawyers. Perhaps if you did not take on the responsibility of 'saving' me as seriously as you do, these feelings of which you speak would not run away with you as such.

...I take you very seriously as a responsibility, but that has absolutely nothing to do with missing you when you're not here.

I am a grown and capable man. You should not be seeing me as a 'responsibility' at all.

As I keep trying to tell you, your happiness matters to me. I want you to be happy. Unfortunately, I also want myself to be happy--I'm only human, after all--and so I can't find the right balance at all anymore.

[Quite a bit there he'd like to address later (or...probably not)]

Can I not simply tell you that I am happy and put an end to this nonsense?

...doing that wouldn't help, because either you'd be lying, or it'd be the truth and I'd know forever that you were much happier being far away from me.

I really do not know what to tell you, Wright. If I am to be quite honest... no matter what it is in my mind to say, I am sure it will hurt you in some way or the other.

...well, then you might as well just be honest. Get it over with, and all that.

[Yes, he's definitely ordering another drink. When he's not speaking to the wait staff, he's working his jaw as though he's either fighting back tears or trying very hard not to say something.]

I...can't.

...I guess we'll just go around in circles some more.

[He surprises himself with what he has to say next...]

I do not think I could bring myself to make you feel any worse than I already have.

....

[It's almost enough just hearing that Edgeworth actually knows he's made Phoenix feel bad. It's one of the first times he's conceded such, and it shuts Phoenix up for a moment.

Just a moment.]

...thanks for caring more than I thought you did, then.

Hmph. You have no idea.

[Neither do you...]

...don't you want a drink?

...not at the moment.

...I plan to drink until I'm completely incoherent.

[He looks from the table up to Edgeworth and smiles, rather sadly.]

Sound like a plan?

...if that is what you want to do, I have no qualms with it.

Good.

...you're free to not sit around and watch me get drunk.

I, uhm...

[He calls the waiter and orders himself a glass of champagne. He begins to drink it a little quicker than one would expect.]

...What is the appeal to you, anyway? Getting drunk, I mean...

Ordinarily? It makes everything funnier, which means I'm having a good time. And right now? I want to forget all this shit for a while, of course.

[So, he'll just be knocking back the remainder of his second beer of the night.]