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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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Why do I ask? Or why won't I try it?

Why would you not want to try something that 'sounds pretty good'?

Well, I'm picky about food. What if I asked for it and didn't like it? That would be wasteful.

You refrain from trying something simply because you might not like it.

...Interesting.

It's because I don't want to be wasteful.

You should listen better.

I saw. I just simply don't see how it should be a real concern here, since you could simply give it away if you don't like it. I am sure many of the animals here - or perhaps, a pet of yours - might truly appreciate it.

What makes you think I have any pets that would eat something like that?

[He chuckles. Oh, you and your tells.]

...'Perhaps.' I was only hinting at the possibility.

Well okay then. Anyway I don't feel like trying any weird food again anytime soon.

[Let's play with Phoenix.]

I can perhaps surmise that you're not from the same place as I. Shawarma is quite commonly found where I come from. One would have to live under a rock to not have at least heard of it.

Maybe I'm just really set in my ways when it comes to food.

[~~Except shawarma is pretty well kosher, so that excuse shouldn't fly~~]

Oh, pity. The world is - or worlds, in the case, here - has infinite choices of such wonderful palette-pleasers. Shawarma is just one example. Then, there's roti, donburi, peach-chutney...

[Well screw this. He throws his pen down in a huff.]

Miles Edgeworth, you ass! You knew it was me!

[Has he forgotten who I am?]

[He immediately buries his face into his palm to stifle a laugh.

He then clears his throat.]

I am sorry. I didn't know, really. I simply had...suspicions. You simply confirmed them...quite quicker than I had expected.

Well!

[Now he's frustrated with himself and with Edgeworth.]

Well... that's all I needed! So bye!

[Give him a minute.]

...What is the rush?

I just...

[And now he's muttering]

Well you answered my question and I don't really... want...

...to talk to me?

Well...

[After a considerably lengthy pause]

...everything sort of fell all to pieces, didn't it?

...In your eyes, apparently.

You have no idea.

[And you never will, much as he wishes you could.]

...I could have played along had I thought that you truly wished to not speak with me. However, judging by the approach, I figured the truth might have been quite the opposite.

It seems better, for you, if I leave you alone like you want. I don't ever want to upset you again--I just want to do what makes you happy.

I guess I just...

[barely audible]
...miss you.

[Not that that is okay.]

Oh, nonsense. Whatever gave you the the impression that leaving me alone is what I want? Surely, I didn't say that.

I think it's the best way to keep myself from worrying about the things you say so much. At least until I can figure out a better way, that is. I don't want to trouble you anymore.

[He's incredibly serious about this, and all business.]

Sorry for bothering you about shawarma. I really did think you were the best person to ask, and I appreciate the help.