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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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I see.

[Edgeworth isn't much farther up, himself...and certainly not as high as he'd climb as a child. However...]

[...It is not long until a sudden realization hits that he is in a tree - up high - and as he looks down at Phoenix, the space between himself and the ground seems to gradually increase.

His fingers dig into the bark.]

I-...Nnngh...

Edited Date: 2012-07-23 04:19 am (UTC)

[And this happens about twenty seconds before Phoenix has a Very Bad Idea to try to tease Edgeworth by shaking the tree.

He's about to say something when he hears the little noise, and he looks up, eyes narrow.]

Miles. You okay?

I-- I think I would like to...get down now...somehow...

[Phoenix isn't keen on heights, either, of course, but he stands up on the branch with some effort and hugs the trunk tightly with one arm, holding the other hand outstretched toward Edgeworth.]

Need some help?

[There's no over-worrying, no questioning; Phoenix is behaving as though this was exactly what he expected, because it more or less is, and no amount of trepidation about the purpose for this meeting is going to stop him from offering a helping hand to his friend.]

[He inhales sharply and bites his lip, grabbing hold of Phoenix's hand at once, then releasing his grip because he needs that hand to hold on to the tree. He hugs the trunk and one leg finds its way to a lower groove of the trunk, then another leg, after briefly swinging in a tiny bout of panic, settles itself on a stump of branch. After this short bit of progress, however, his eyes squeezes close and he ceases moving...well, that is, if you don't count the subtle shaking.]

Miles...

[He's within reaching distance of Edgeworth's legs, but that's not terribly helpful. With some twisting and stretching, he can reach just above the small of Edgeworth's back, at best; he does this, and very, very gently pats his back.

When he speaks, his voice is quiet and soft. His tone isn't patronizing--just as gentle as he can manage given that he's worried about Edgeworth, uncomfortable about the height himself, and his stomach has been doing flips since noon.]

C'mon, now, you're alright. You got up here just fine on your own, and you can get down okay too. I... I'm right here, okay? Just let me know how I can help.

[He exhales audibly, pressing his forehead to the trunk of the tree. His eyes crack open slightly to look at Phoenix. He knows Phoenix wouldn't be able to catch him if he falls...but he appreciates the assurance immensely.

He swallows, then slowly - very slowly - descends until one foot touches the branch that Phoenix happens to be on. His other foot attempts to find the same branch, but no such luck yet, as he can't seem to release his iron grip on the trunk.

This is when he begins to seek out Phoenix. His hand jerkily reaches for Phoenix's shirt...]

[The hand finds its destination, and Phoenix is startled for a moment, wobbling on the branch as well.]

N-no wait--!

[And then he, too, is clinging for dear life to the trunk of the tree with one arm until he finds his bearings once more.

And against all his better judgment, he reaches to wrap his free arm around Edgeworth's waist and attempt to tug him toward the relative safety of his own branch.]

[This causes Edgeworth to trip up a bit, which causes him to panic once more, and he promptly flings his other arm haphazardly around Phoenix's shoulder.

He's clinging onto Phoenix, now...though it's probably safe to say that he's finally on the same branch.]

[For a moment, he just stands there, hugging a tree's trunk and Miles Edgeworth's waist, savoring for a few seconds the feeling of Edgeworth's arm around him, too. He doesn't linger long--just enough to breathe in, once, and etch this scene into his memory--and then he lets go of the other man with a chuckle.]

You're fine, you're fine. Look. You made it over here.

I-...[He pants slightly.]

[He chuckles softly, smirking wryly.]

...Eventually...

[He claps Miles on the shoulder.]

Now to make it down to the ground. Although, to be fair, it's a much shorter distance than that was...

...Without you?

[He raises his eyebrows at that.]

Without me? ...I don't think we can both go down at once. Do you want me to go first?

Yes... so that you may help me down again.

[He looks down. Perhaps...it's not that bad from here...]

[He smiles sappily. There's nothing in this or any other world he'd rather do than help Edgeworth at Edgeworth's own request; with one more pat on the shoulder he nods.]

Alright, I'll go on.

[He slides off the branch and back to the footholds he found for climbing up, then jumps the few remaining feet to the ground below.]

Ready?

[He pauses, looking down at Phoenix. With parted lips and and uncertain expression, he tilts his head slightly, as if seeking some sort of approval from his friend down below.

He blinks.

He once again bites his lip and closes his eyes...]

[...and jumps.]

[He lands upon his feet - well, initially, anyway - then proceeds to fall upon his backside.

He winces by that quickly fleeting sting of pain travelling through his hindquarters. He then sits there, leaning back upon his palms, while a small smile ghosts his features.]

Ow.

[When he topples over, Phoenix immediately kneels next to him (after recovering from his initial shock of watching Edgeworth jump out of a tree at all).]

Holy--are you okay?? Did you hurt yourself?? I can get help!

...Hello, Phoenix.

[At that, Phoenix lets out a little strangled sound, something like a sob-turned-laugh, and wraps both arms around Edgeworth's neck in a tight hug.]

I missed you...

[Edgeworth has really brought this on himself.]