[no game, open RP] The "pester Edgeworth in his office" post

[truthsnomiracle]

[Chances are, when you enter room 1202 of the Prosecutor's Office, you'll find High Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth hard at work. He learned the hard way not to be too quick to throw people out when they interrupt him, so as annoyed as he probably will be once he notices your presence, you'll more likely than not get a sufficient chance to justify yourself. Usually.]

[To help clarify the purpose of this post, this is someplace anyone can come tag me if they want -- just start a thread! Canons, AUs, OCs, and canon OCs welcome, both AA and non-AA!]

NOTICE: To start a new thread on this site, please use the Dreamwidth edition of this meme, not this import of the LJ version!

Since no non-default journal styles, let alone any with one of those sidebars where you can click on specific threads, are well-suited for long threads, here's a nice manual index.

1. Phoenix Wright (gotyoucornered) makes a Valentine's Day delivery (gen)
   
2. "Sibel Miryzo" (visionofchaos) discusses an improbable bank robbery (gen)
   
3. Chie Satonaka (stompyerface) visits a friend who's never met her (gen)
   
4. Franziska von Karma (whipthebell) henpecks an overworked Edgeworth (gen)
   
5. Pamela Ibiss (cuteghost300 perkily adds further evidence towards an uncomfortable conclusion (gen)
   
6. Byrne Faraday (promisecutor revisits his former office (gen)
   

Comments

I hope you don't mind :D;

[gotyoucornered.livejournal.com]

[ Pheonix, being the person who says he respects people's personal space yet always seem to break it anyways, waltzes right into Edgeworth's office, his knuckles making contact at the door for only a brief second; he didn't even wait for a response. ]

Uh, hey Edgeworth.

[ Cradled in his arms is a stuffed bear, white with a heart in the middle. Maya thought it would be a great idea to get everyone Valentine's gifts while making the defense attorney deliver them. ]

And I hope you don't mind while I rework the journal style to one that supports icons. -_-;

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth may be more inclined to give Wright more of a chance than most, but that bear in his arms is met with a look of disdain.]

Good afternoon, Wright. Might I ask why you're carrying such a frivolous seasonal object?

No worries!

[gotyoucornered.livejournal.com]

It's for you. [ He pauses for a moment before striding over to prosecutor's desk. ] From Maya, that is. Somehow she got me to be her personal messenger..

Shame I don't have room for the icon I'd prefer here.

[truthsnomiracle]

For me. [Edgeworth appears almost disturbed, but grows less tense at Wright's explanation.] ...I see. She does seem as sentimental... and thoughtless.

[visionofchaos.livejournal.com]

_{[A quiet clearing of the throat is the only cue announcing the presence of a small elderly woman standing in Edgeworth's office, just to the side of the doorway. How long has she been standing there? Was she even there a moment ago?]}

Prosecutor... Edgeworth, was it? If I might have a moment of your time? ...it's about the FT-7 case.

1/2

[truthsnomiracle]

[The prosecutor looks up from his work with a slight start, looks around, stands for a better view of the office, and only then notices the little old lady -- the very little one indeed.]

2/2 Done!

[truthsnomiracle]

"Edgeworth" would be correct, yes. Your name and relation to the case, if you would? [He suspects he knows, as she fits the description of one of the witnesses, but the procedure does neatly codify the principle of "better safe than sorry".]

[visionofchaos.livejournal.com]

Sibel Miryzo. I'm slated to testify in the case.

[truthsnomiracle]

(I thought as much.) Very well, then. Speak.

|D;;

[stompyerface.livejournal.com]

[Hello, sir, nice to see you again. There's a knocking on your door, and a very awkward, GB-memory loaded friend standing on the other side.]

[She gets the feeling he might not remember her, though.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Strange. He wasn't expecting anyone, and no cases were in progress. Was he about to be informed of a new one personally?]

Enter.

Feel free to have Edgeworth have no idea who she is. :3c

[stompyerface.livejournal.com]

[It could be, depending on how much he remembers. The door swings open, and a high school student dressed in neat casual business attire strides into the room, ever cheerful smile on her face.]

Nice to see you again, Mr Edgeworth!

I figured that was the idea. ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

..."Again?" I'm sorry, but I don't recall having seen you before.

[Well, Chie, that question seems to be answered...]

whee~

[whipthebell.livejournal.com]

[Why, Edgeworth! Guess who came to visit today? At least she has the decency to knock first.]

Hi! :)

[truthsnomiracle]

[Indeed, a gesture much appreciated since it allows him a moment to roll his chair backward to the shelf under the window to set his teacup down in a spot where it's less likely to be knocked to the floor by a stray whip.]

Ah, Franziska. To what do I owe this visit?

ohidere~

[whipthebell.livejournal.com]

[All of her lashes are well-placed and meaningful, Miles Edgeworth.]

A report from Scruffy tells me you've been neglecting your health, Miles Edgeworth.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth appears unimpressed yet unsurprised at this accusation as he rolls back to his usual position and crosses his arms.]

The detective's concern is unwarranted. While I have been burdened with an unusual number of cases as of late, I have been creating or buying meals as healthy as my current schedule allows.

Cheer up! /threads moar

[cuteghost300.livejournal.com]

[Did it suddenly get colder in your office, Mr Edgeworth? I think it did. There's a girlish giggle from somewhere-- that might explain it. Maybe someone is playing a prank.]

/waves!

[truthsnomiracle]

[Cue one annoyed Edgeworth rising from his desk. The cold alone he could have ignored for a time, but giggling wasn't a good sign. Checking under the desk and behind the couch first.]

:3c

[cuteghost300.livejournal.com]

[There's nobody there, and the giggling gets louder and more pronounced. Someone is having fun with this~]

Re: :3c

[truthsnomiracle]

(If there isn't a person in the room, perhaps it is simply a recording...)

[Edgeworth looks around with his head alone, attempting to pinpoint the direction the giggling is coming from.]

I wanted to tag you with Kay again but for a change...

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

[When you least expect it, there will be a very, very familiar man looking up at the framed jacket over the couch. He grins and strokes his chin.]

Even flashier than von Karma's threads.

[Then he'll just turn to look at you, still grinning.]

...Actually, my office in general has become flashier as of late.

:D

[truthsnomiracle]

[Well, maybe not immediately familiar. Only recently did this man's existence even cross his mind again, after all. More pressing than the question of identity at the moment is another one:]

Wh-when did you get here?!

This will just be a crack ghost!Byrne thread, I can tell.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

[A chuckle.]

I've always been here. Well, you know what they say about ghosts having preferred haunts and all...

Although I do like to pop into other places every now and then.

Heh, probably not 100% crack, but. ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

[Once, not too long ago, Edgeworth wouldn't have given such a claim the dignity of an acknowledgment. Now, though, even as irritated and uncomfortable as the claim makes him:]

If your claims have the slightest hint of truth to them, then you can testify as to happenings that have occurred in this place during my tenure.

[Given that harsh tone and that look on his face, Byrne, YOU'D BETTER.]