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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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Give me a dare this time. Your truth questions are tough ones.

Very well. From here on, I dare you to not ask me, or have me do, anything humiliating.

If that's how you want it, I'm not playing--that's cheating.

[He chuckles.]

...Is it, now? It seems as though you indeed had something of the sort in mind.

That's so subjective--what you consider "humiliating" I might not.

Of course. I was merely referring to what I'd typically find humiliating. Though, I don't see how it matters, considering that I would be more inclined to select 'Truth,' and there really isn't anything I can think of that I'd be ashamed to share with you, at this point.

So you pick truth then?

[Might as well give Edgeworth a real preteen question for this silly game he's cheating in.]

Who was the last person you kissed?

[He knows the context of which Phoenix is asking, and...to be quite honest, in that very context, he would have to think on it for a bit...but for now, at least...he'll just be himself...

After long, due consideration, he responds...]

...My 'daughter.'

[He should've seen that coming.]

...fair enough, Miles, but you're just getting an amended version of the same question next time you pick 'truth' if you don't answer me this time.

[He turned his gaze to the side... Smiling wistfully, because no matter what Phoenix thought of his answer at the moment...

...To him, it counted immensely.]

...That's alright.

[He inhaled deeply.]

Well then, Wright. Pick your poison.

Eh... give me another truth, I guess?

Okay.

[Have another several seconds of deliberation before admitting that...he really doesn't have much to ask.]

...There isn't much I can --well, hm...

Ah! I've always been rather curious about this. Having no car, how on Earth do you conceal and transport all of the evidence that you utilize in court? Have you some sort of Hammerspace Breeches from which you pull 'The Thinker' out of at will?

[And now he's completely cracking up.]

Ha... Hammerspace Breeches?!?

[Give him a moment to compose himself somewhat...]

I just have a briefcase and a backpack! That's all. And a basket on my bike?

Are you sure your briefcase isn't a black hole?

I'm positive.

So? Truth or dare?

Should I choose, 'Truth,' I already have an idea of what you'd ask, and I'd utterly fear for my safety and sanity if I were to choose, 'Dare'...

Edited Date: 2012-05-29 10:43 am (UTC)

[He smirks and gives Edgeworth a playful nudge--maybe a little touching is okay, now that his mood seems to be lifted a bit?]

Does that mean you're letting me win?

I was unaware that this was a competition.

...I may regret this, but I am actually quite curious...perhaps morbidly so. Shall I say, 'Dare'?

Edited (commas don't make good ellipses :/) Date: 2012-05-29 10:52 am (UTC)

Oh, Miles--everything is a competition.

[And competing with Edgeworth makes his eyes gleam.]

I dare you to initiate a hug.

...

...Is that it? Nothing more? There are no further...[he languidly twirls a finger]...stipulations?

I wasn't going to make any, but since you asked... it has to be with a human. An adult human. None of your pet things!

...and when is this to take place?

This is truth or dare, so... right now.

[No, Edgeworth doesn't have to hug Phoenix... if he'd rather go out into the hall and hug a random passerby, that is.]

[He pauses.

Then, without warning, he hooks his fingers upon Phoenix's collar and with unmitigated force, swiftly pulls him in, no less than slamming the defense attorney into his embrace. If the wind had yet to be knocked out of his friend, Edgeworth wraps his arms around Phoenix's torso, tightening his grip around him, though not uncomfortably so.

This ain't yo momma's hugs. This is a manly hug. ~~ILU bro ;_;~~]

[Phoenix had expected Edgeworth to prefer going to find someone else to hug to complete the challenge--or maybe just to weasel his way out of it altogether, somehow. So, when he suddenly finds himself crushed into a tight and very uncharacteristic hug, he's unsure, for a moment, what's even happening. And, in true Phoenix fashion, he voices his confusion eloquently.]

Uh??

[But it's a hug--a real one--and once the initial complete shock has passed, he sinks into it and reciprocates the kindness... of course, in a "manly" way, and wondering if maybe Edgeworth needed this today as much as he did.]