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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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[With every step, he's wishing he could just run back to his room and lock the door and pretend this never happened.]

Not especially, Miles...

...And why not?

[(Because I think you know exactly what being here does to me and you want to destroy me, piece by piece, from the inside out.)]

...eh, you always have ulterior motives.

Not today, my friend...

No sense arguing it, then, I guess.

[He shrugs and dissolves into silence once more.]

You are not obligated to agree with me.

...[He looks over at Phoenix being...uncharacteristically silent. It's almost unnatural.]

Come now, Wright. Perhaps you'll have another little Sage and Olive in the future...by the natural order of things, in any case.

...that reminds me.

[He turns to face Edgeworth.]

Maya told me, a couple days ago, that this girl used to live here in the castle--this girl named Trucy. And Trucy was from our world, but in the future, and she was... she was my daughter.

Your...your daughter?

Yeah. My... adopted... teenage daughter. So Maya told me.

[There was an odd fluctuation of feelings upon hearing 'daughter,' some of which oddly mellowed upon hearing, 'adopted']

...Maya claims that you are to adopt a daughter in the future, is that what you are telling me?

Yes--that's pretty much all I know about it. Maya didn't have any details about why I apparently adopt this Trucy... just that I do, and that she's a good girl.

[He gazes up at the moon.]

I wish I could meet her here. It'd be nice to--

[To not have to feel so lonely all the time.]

Knowing you, I have little doubt that she was in a sort of unfortunate situation and that you felt absolutely compelled to step in and exact justice for her by righting the wrongs that had befallen the poor girl...and that you felt that you could only do so by taking her in and providing her with the family that she had lacked. Though, my imagination may simply be running off in a completely unrelated direction...

[He quirks an eyebrow at that, and breathes a chuckle.]

Why Miles. I had no idea you had such a high opinion of my tendency toward showering lost puppies with love and attention. I kind of hope you're right about all that.

...So you say every time I say anything marginally positive about you.

It's always just a surprise that someone like you finds anything positive in me.

Why?

[Feeling that he doesn't have to answer such a trite question, he just doesn't.]

...Wright, it was a serious question.

...you're a million levels above me most of the time.

...I beg your pardon?

...that's all, really. I can't explain it any better than that.

[He stoops to pick up a large shell he's just stepped on, and then continues walking, peering at the shell as he goes.]

What is it, Wright? Is it my-... Am I--? What are you referring to, exactly? My finances? My tendency to plan ahead? I really -... I don't understand...

You're always on top of things. When I do win against you in court, it's by the skin of my teeth. You're better than me--at life, I guess--and you know it. And your money is part of that.

I...I see...

...so, then, it's fair, isn't it? For me to be surprised when you actually like something about me. I mean, you're better suited to grander company than mine.