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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~~.

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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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[Chuckles.]

...I wasn't serious, you know.

No, no. I thought it was some sound advice.

Anyway, it is quite late. Are you set, now?

[Arms laden with his five beers, he nods.]

Other than getting Vera for you and feeding Magikarp before I go, yes.

[Attempts to lighten Phoenix's load by taking some of the beers.]

Let's be on our way.

[SO FAST FORWARD and shit TO WALKING TO THE CITY, LAWL. Accompanied by Vera. Edgeworth points. It's dark, but perhaps he can make it out...]

That's it up ahead.

[Phoenix can see it well enough to feel an increasingly familiar sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach--this place is all kinds of fancy, particularly in comparison to the cheap motels he himself has had to stay in a few times in his life. He shoots Edgeworth a nervous sort of grin.]

S-so this is where you've been staying, huh? It's very... "you."

...Really? I am not very partial about the countless amounts of flowers all about. But it's comfortable.

You think? The flowers are the best part... I like them.

I...see. Remind me to get you a bouquet next time.

[And two flights of stairs later, he opens the door to his room.]

[Ooh, it looks so comfortable and clean and fresh... and Phoenix does what any self-respecting man who isn't accustomed to expensive hotels would do.

He flops dramatically face-down onto the bed and snuggles the comforter.]

[Well...That's rather cute. Normally, Edgeworth would say something along the lines of, 'Who gave you permission to take over my bed?' But this time, he simply watches him and smiles...]

[Wait no that's kinda creepy. He watches and smiles like this, instead.]

[A moment later, he seems to realize what he's doing and squirms off the bed and back to his feet again.]

Sorry... I guess I messed up your bed. But I've just never been in a hotel like this before--it's so nice...

[And now he's gaping around at the room.]

It's quite alright.

You may sleep there.

...what, on the bed?

...[~~Mustnotsnarkmustnotsnark~~]

Yes. The bed.

...I couldn't do that. Where would you sleep?

I'll think about that later.

No, no. I'm not taking your fancy bed. I can fall asleep anywhere, after all.

[This he says as he's poking around the room, touching everything.]

The happiest I've ever seen you all day was when you sank into those pillows just now. Go ahead. I insist.

...just because I like your expensive hotel room doesn't mean I need to take your bed from you...

[Stubborn and polite!]

...And I've already been sleeping in it for a fortnight. I'll survive one night without it. Now, come to think of it, you never did have any problems with stealing my bed before. Where did this change of heart come from? Is it because I am offering it to you this time around? Must I intend to use it before you feel the need to take it away from me?