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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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[(But I will be again in no time.)

He chews on his bottom lip for a moment--]

If I just...

[and scoots a little closer--]

...wanted to be really near somebody right now...

[and leans back against the wall just near Edgeworth's shoulder, a little too sober yet to actually touch him.]

...would you just let me? For just a minute?

[He exhales slowly, not knowing exactly what Phoenix was asking for, but thought himself to have a fairly good idea. He had prepared himself for any impending hugs long before he reached, or the possibility of having to initiate one, himself... But with his friend in such a state, he'd allow for just about anything within reason that would help make him feel better, somehow.]

...As you wish.

...thank you.

[He's already sure Edgeworth is concerned about being hugged, and while normally he wouldn't let that stop him, this is different--Edgeworth doesn't need to be picked on tonight, and all Phoenix wants is to have some near enough to feel.

And smell? Edgeworth does have a certain pleasant smell about him.

Phoenix goes for more wine.]

...Larry didn't really have much trouble saying goodbye to them.

Don't worry about that.

About... what, exactly?

...Larry's indifference. He is not quite adept at caring for children, and I would not wish for that mere setback to sully your impression of him.

My "impression of him"? He's a nut.

[A low chuckle]

...That he is. But a good-hearted 'nut.'

[He's silent at that, really having no other comments to make about Larry Butz; he supposes he doesn't get any "bad vibes" from the guy, but he sure can be annoying.

And after a short sigh, Phoenix corks the rest of the wine and sets it aside.]

No sense getting completely wasted tonight, I guess.

I concur; Effects of the drink may very well be not what you are accustomed to in such a state.

...

...We could, perhaps...play a game.

What... kind of game?

[Thaaaaaaat's.... a good question. And as for Edgeworth, being the ever-so-truthful...]

...I have no idea.

[He laughs a soft little laugh tinged with drowsiness.]

20 questions? Truth or dare? Spin-the-bottle?

[Never mind that he's suggesting mostly games that preteens play at slumber parties. Maybe he has a ouija board around somewhere.]

[Ignoring that last part entirely...]

What is..."twenty questions"?

You never played 20 Questions??

[He sits up and his eyes are sparkling--he actually knows how to do something Edgeworth doesn't know?]

Well! One person thinks of something that can be classified as animal, vegetable, or mineral. And then the other person starts asking yes or no questions to try to guess what it is. They get twenty questions to try to make their guess. And the questions can be anything so long as they're yes or no questions.

Make sense?

Oh. I am vaguely familiar with that...

...not impressed, huh?

[And he flops back against the wall again.]

...As puerile as it sounds...

...How about, 'Truth or Dare'?

[Everyone knows Edgey cannot resist anything with the word, 'Truth' in it...]

...okay. Sounds good. You can go first if you want.

[He's always up for a little friendly competition with Edgeworth, after all.]

Very well, then. Truth or... Dare?

Edited Date: 2012-05-29 07:41 am (UTC)

Oh... truth. I'm too lazy for a dare right now.

Hm...

[It takes a considerable time before he breaks the silence:]

...Why were you so Hell-bent on seeking me out after all these years?

...I'm never playing truth or dare with you again.

[But he grins a little and stretches his legs out in front of himself.]

Because you made a really deep impression on me when we were children. I never forgot you... you were always really... important, to me. Inspiring.

Edited Date: 2012-05-29 08:04 am (UTC)

...

[He silently listens, a faint smile growing steadily as he does so...]

You know, the problem with this game is...

...How is one to confirm the veracity of these statements?