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08 February 2008 @ 08:04 pm
[ What's that rumbling noise? ]  
[ Having broken himself away from his former mentor and the duplicate Hobo!Phoenix, Apollo sought out his own Mr. Wright and had stolen his sweater when he got the chance. He had every thought in his mind to take a quick nap...

But then the ground started to shake. It started slowly, then grew. The tremors lasted for less than five minutes -- three and a half at most -- but by the time it was over, the damage had been done. The power was out. It's pitch black in the dressing room, so here's hoping a Phoenix or two found some flashlights. ]

.... Oh no. M-Mr. Wright?!

[ He's shaken by the event, his frayed nerves put even more on edge thanks to the rumble from below. Throughout the event, he'd clung to his Phoenix, desperate to not freak out too much ]

.... Is-... is everyone okay!?


((OOC: HAY GUYS GUESS WHAT!! Earthquake's here! So what we want you all to do is reply to THIS ENTRY with all your earthquake responses!! You don't need to go about making new entries about it, and don't worry about updating the threads in other entries! Keep it here! 8D And have fuuuuu~n!))
 
 
 
Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: Smilingprofesseurdeloi on February 12th, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)
Oh Look. Another Edgeworth... With Alcohol
*He's been looking for this particular Edgeworth, because he still has the chipped teacup and something tells him that the other might well need it at this point. Despite the poor light and the sheer number of alternate versions he's pretty sure that the one under this desk is that one he's looking for.

He sits down next to the desk*


I think I still have your teacup. Assuming the legs I am currently sitting next to do indeed belong to the me that I think they belong to.
Miles A. Edgeworth: turned awaybluffing_ruffle on February 12th, 2008 02:38 am (UTC)
Re: Oh Look. Another Edgeworth... With Alcohol
-Hears movement and looks up, squinting into the darkness. He can't quite make out who it is until the person speaks, at which point he feels vaguely relieved.-

Unless I've gotten myself confused with another, these do appear to be mine.

-Isn't sure how upset he ought to be by the fact that he's entirely serious about that possibility. After all, he was just hallucinating elevators and guns, for crissakes. Forgetting which self he is doesn't seem that far off anymore.-

It's... not broken, is it?

-Needs to be around familiar things, and is in a place where they are very much lacking.-
Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: ORLYprofesseurdeloi on February 12th, 2008 02:44 am (UTC)
Re: Oh Look. Another Edgeworth... With Alcohol
Astonishingly enough, considering recent events, it is still intact. Although unfortunately it does seem to have sustained another chip.

*He pulls the teacup out of his pocket and holds it out under the desk*

Miles A. Edgeworth: oh botherbluffing_ruffle on February 12th, 2008 02:55 am (UTC)
Re: Oh Look. Another Edgeworth... With Alcohol
-Staring at the teacup and trying to discern whether or not it is a figment of his imagination. He doesn't intend to reach out for something not really there. Eventually, he takes it, but after a close inspection, there's a bit of sulking.-

...It's empty.

And smells of Scotch.

-Holding onto it just a little tighter than necessary.-
Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: Smilingprofesseurdeloi on February 12th, 2008 03:08 am (UTC)
Re: Oh Look. Another Edgeworth... With Alcohol
*Chuckles at the response*

Well, clearly you are in full possession of all your senses. Ordinarily I prefer people not to remain under a desk while sharing a drink with me - it's something of a damper on conversation. But since this entire place is far from ordinary, I think I can see fit to make an exception.

*He holds out the half bottle of scotch in the same way that he did the cup*

It's not a full bottle, I'm afraid. But it's the best that I can do.

I presume your hands are steady enough to pour?
Miles A. Edgeworth: looking onbluffing_ruffle on February 12th, 2008 03:07 pm (UTC)
It's like he has a guardian angel. With booze. And enough snark to fill a pool.
-Makes an attempt to grab the bottle and pulls it back under with him.-

...Steady as they need be at the moment.

-After a bit of struggling with the thing, he gets it opened and pours a teacupful of the stuff. Then, after realizing how dismally small the amount in the teacup is, he offers the teacup back to the professor and simply takes to having an unhealthily large swig straight from the bottle, just as mother nature intended.-

-Slight cough.-
Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: Amusedprofesseurdeloi on February 12th, 2008 03:28 pm (UTC)
Well Someone Had To Help Him Out
*Takes the cup back with a smile and has a sip*

I note that you subscribe to the same drinking policy as myself during emergencies. I could probably furnish you with a brown paper bag, if you like - there are certainly enough hobos around here.

*More seriously* Do you need any medical attention?
Miles A. Edgeworth: turned awaybluffing_ruffle on February 13th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Well Someone Had To Help Him Out
-Grimace.-

No bags, thank you. I appear to still have what is left of my pride.

-Another reckless mouthful, perhaps in the likely-vain attempt to make these memories as blurry as possible for the future. He takes a moment to inspect himself and his clothing for damage and grunts.-

...No.

Not unless vicodin is stronger than alcohol.
Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: Avoidantprofesseurdeloi on February 13th, 2008 08:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Well Someone Had To Help Him Out
*Leans his head back against the desk with a sigh*

I don't think you're any worse or better off than the rest of us in that regard. I'm still trying to work out what I'm going to tell the younger version of ourself when he inevitably asks what the hell was going on.

I'm glad to hear it... because speaking from experience, I don't advise mixing the two.
Miles A. Edgeworth: turned awaybluffing_ruffle on February 13th, 2008 09:52 pm (UTC)
tactlessness is go
-Struggling over the desire to know what exactly happened and why it was a necessary experience. Eventually, he gives in.-

Just how do you know such a thing?

-Rubbing his left eye with a hand. There's grit in it and it hurts.-

Tell the children the truth. They're resilient. And I've already told them that whatever has happened to us isn't written in stone.

I'd leave out the whole 'sleeping with Wright' bit though, if I were you.
Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: Facepalmprofesseurdeloi on February 13th, 2008 11:19 pm (UTC)
LOL WUT!? XD
*Sighs* I... made a mess of things. I asked Nick to make sure they didn't... see anything. But he couldn't, of course, and now he blames himself. It was unfair of me to ask in the first place. I don't know what they saw... but I do know Miles. He'll ask.

I can't tell him about his father.

...

...

and I wasn't planning to mention that either.
Miles A. Edgeworth: bowingbluffing_ruffle on February 14th, 2008 12:05 am (UTC)
unintended wall of text approaches--he's loosening up verbally, sorry
-Third gulp. And using what voice of reason is left in him at the moment.-

There's no point in feeling guilty over it. There's no historic precedent for trying to deal with child versions of one's past that I know of. You'd no way to know.

-At the mention of his father, has another.-

Maybe not in so many words. Phoenix knows I lost someone important to me and became a prosecutor. He doesn't know it was... well. Just cloud the issue a bit, for them.

-Not aware that he's talking as loudly as he is. Or as bluntly.-

Good. They're too young to know about dragging each other onto sofas and breaking expensive vases.
Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: Avoidantprofesseurdeloi on February 14th, 2008 11:33 am (UTC)
That's Nothing Compared to Some of Prof's Posts XD
I think we're genetically predisposed to guilt. Are you quite sure it's possible to avoid it?

*Sighs* I imagine I'll think of something. Never let it be said we can't think on our feet if we have to.

*He's quite amused at the sudden loquacity of the man under the desk. It's amazing what the combination of alcohol and trauma can do*

You broke a vase? I hope it wasn't the Moorcroft - I'm not sure even sex with Wright is worth that much.
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Miles Edgeworth, Professeur de Loi: OOCprofesseurdeloi on February 13th, 2008 11:48 am (UTC)
OOC
HAS HE DIED OF ALCOHOL POISONING?

:-)
Miles A. Edgeworth: omgwutbluffing_ruffle on February 13th, 2008 06:13 pm (UTC)
Re: OOC
I was at work all day yesterday and actually made a comment to it somewhere round 3 AM but IE died and I was too tired to repeat it. XD

I'll repost it now