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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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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?

No... it's because I don't feel...

[Like we're friends anymore?]

...I just feel like things have changed.

[That warrants a raise of the brow...]

What are you talking about?

Things aren't quite so relaxed between you and I as they have been in the recent past.

Strange. I thought you said you were not one to dwell on things.

Dwelling and adjusting my behavior to keep you from completely hating me are two different things.

[He slowly approaches]

Wright. I should not have to say this to you. You should not have to alter yourself for the sole purpose of appeasing another. If that is the case, it is likely that such a person doesn't belong in your life.

Edited Date: 2012-03-31 10:58 pm (UTC)

[He just laughs hollowly at that.]

Do you have any idea what mixed signals you send? In the space of a couple of hours, you go from telling me what you can't stand about me to telling me that I shouldn't try to change the very things you hate. Do you ever let anything please you?

If you think on it, both ideas are rather interconnected. Also, that wasn't the point, exactly.

...whatever, Miles. The "point" is that I'm not taking your bed.

Um. O...Kay, then...

[He shrugs silently. Really, he just doesn't want to get into yet another argument.]

[Then don't when I try to be nice, God fuck it. :'(]

...Tell me. What is it that you really want? Remind me.

...you know, the usual. I want you to be my friend. I want us to stop fighting so much. I want... to sit on the floor and drink a beer, right now.

...is that all?

Does it really even matter? I don't think you brought me here to discuss this.

It does. But if, for some reason, you find it difficult to come up with a simple 'yes,' or 'no,' you are free to evade the question.

You didn't ask me a yes or no question! You asked me what I wanted.

[As calm as ever. Sigh.]

...And you answered that. I asked if that was all. A 'yes' or 'no' would have sufficed. You are ever so easily riled...

Then yes. That's all.

...Good. Thank you. That will be all. Beer?

Definitely.

[And he just sits down on the floor and leans against the wall. He really can make himself comfortable anywhere, after all.]

There is a perfectly good chair right there, my good man. It's a bit more comfortable than the floor, in my honest opinion.

[Well, since Phoenix is...sitting, he hands him one of the beers.]