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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:

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Current Location: Hotel Room

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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.

You could have done the same as I - a bit of research. Which leads me to believe that you weren't wholly trying to avoid me. That is besides the point, however...

...Do you remember back home when I'd be so agitated with you - or most people, for that matter - bothering me while I was working? I'd say, 'Get the Hell out of my office, Wright!' and you'd brazenly traipse right on in... I even threw a paper ball at you, once...

[His mind is blazing, all flame and screaming "you broke my heart, can't you see that?" Desperately, he fights to keep his tone calm and devoid of any of that.]

I always thought "asking someone you know will be educated on a certain topic" was a form of research. In any case, I do remember what you're talking about. This is different.

[He'd comment more on that, but... this is no time poke Phoenix more than he'd already been.]

When you think on it, by appearance, it really isn't very different - underlying reasons aside. Anyway, I brought that up because it seemed to me that you've always had a knack for doing quite the opposite of what I ask - be it barging into my office when I yell at you to 'go away,' or avoiding me when I ask you to 'stay.'

I am beginning to believe that I should get into the habit of expressing the contrary of what I wish for.

I think you've always struck me as the kind of person who does say the opposite of what you want. I mean... "get out of my office" couldn't have really meant that, or you'd have had Gumshoe or somebody throw me out by force.

Oh, Mr. Wright... What an appalling misjudge of character! You should know very well that I generally mean what I say. To do otherwise would be ...untruthful, would it not? Simply because I won't go to such great lengths as to summon Detective Gumshoe from wherever he happens to be just to throw you out of my office, does not make me any less annoyed. And here I thought you knew me better than that... Frankly, I'm rather hurt. Then again, I thought throwing things at you would have clearly gotten the point across...

So basically you're telling me that one of my major reasons for continuing to try with you in the past--being that I thought you were lying when you said you wanted me to go away--is full of crap and you really did want me to go away?

How comforting. Thanks a lot.

I was specifically referring to being bothered while at work, not overall. I'd think it's perfectly acceptable to ask that of under such circumstances.

I was referring to the same thing you were referring to.

[Sigh. This is one reason why he doesn't want to talk to Edgeworth anymore--these constant arguments, so unnecessary now that there's no courtroom to have them in, and the persistent lack of listening... He plunks his forehead against the journal and groans. ~~headdesk~~]

Let's just not do this anymore.

Do what, exactly?

This constant hurting each other, back and forth like we always do. I'm tired of it and I'm sure you are, too. I don't think it's possible for both of us to be happy at the same time.