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[frilliance]

Characters: Miles Edgeworth and you!
Setting: Libary, Mailroom, 4-16 and cafeteria
Format: Action but I will match!
Summary: Edgeworth wakes up from death, distracts himself from DL-6, cooks and gets a special item.
Warnings: Mentions of death.

25th December – 3rd floor Library

[Edgeworth knew very well that he could risk dying when he tried to protect Franziska. Still, in doing so, Franziska could survive and go upstairs to help those units. It did not make that any less frightening when he awoke, in his bed, however. Especially since the paralysation seemed to last longer.

It terrified him how little meaning ‘death’ seemed to have in this place.

Still, he had to continue finding the truth, no matter what. For everyone’s sakes. He couldn’t let his ‘death’ get to him. Or at least he would try not to…

He can be found later in the library, trying to jot down notes. Because the way to react to dying in front of your sister is totally going to the library and continuing as if nothing happened, right?]

28th December
[December 28th…

The anniversary of his father’s death.

Even here, Edgeworth could not forget about it. In normal circumstances, he would bury himself with a bunch of files or pursue a case. Unfortunately, he did not have any of those in Animus. All Edgeworth could do was look for something to distract himself.

At first he thought of going to the laboratory to find some work.

No, that would be pointless. They had already discovered the secret of the collar fluids, anyway.

After thinking about what to do, Edgeworth decided to spend his day in the postal room. It may be the most boring job ever but it would give him something to concentrate on instead of his father…

He may bump into you while you are walking by, dropping his letters.

This is not his day…

1st January – 4-16

[Today, either the roomies or anyone visiting 4-16 will may hear a gasp from Edgeworth’s side f the room. You may see him (please knock first or Edgeworth will strangle you with his cravat if you don’t) kneeling by the side of his trunk, his mouth open in shock.]

……Th-this is Wright’s!

[A closer look and you will see him holding a small, green, glowing gem.]


2nd January

[Even though he acknowledged that everything was oatmeal, Edgeworth was rather disappointed in the lack of variety in meals, so he usually tried to make something of his own.
So today, he tried to make some carrot and egg firtters. They wouldn’t be much and Edgeworth was sure that they would be disgusting.

They might smell delicious to the less snobby and pretentious person walking by. Edgeworth’s idea of ‘good’ cooking happens to be Michelin star and fine dining, anyway.]

[OOC: If you want to tag Edgeworth on 1st and/or 2nd of January, please comment on his Magatama permissions post here: http://frilliance.dreamwidth.org/4044.html]

Comments

2nd January

[alephbet]

[Aleph has very low standards for food, though they're still above nutrition bars. He's also bad at cooking, even after a year and a half of practice here.

When he enters the cafeteria, the smell attracts him to the kitchen.]

What are you making?

Re: 2nd January

[frilliance]

Not much, I'm afraid. Just a few carrot and egg fritters for a bit of variety. [He squints at his cooking, as if it were a pile of vomit.]

[alephbet]

It smells pretty good. Do you cook much?

[frilliance]

Not as much as I would like to, unfortunately. I don't always have the time. [Workaholic here.]

[alephbet]

I have the time, but I'm still pretty bad with anything but meat. And I've been around for a year and a half or so...

[frilliance]

Hm. I suppose that it wouldn't matter either way. Whatever it looks or tastes like, it will still be oatmeal and therefore probably would not affect one's health much.

[alephbet]

I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss the effects of glamour food poisoning.

[frilliance]

Are you talking about what happened in May? Or any of the food one can scout for on the floors? [Because that wasn't quite what he meant.]

[alephbet]

No, I mean being bad enough with cooking can be dangerous to your health. I used to be that bad with cooking.

[frilliance]

I-I see.....[Whoah man]

[alephbet]

...But that's in the past. Anyway, you don't have to worry about your meal now.

jan. 2nd

[fionnuisce]

[Waver, meanwhile, could be found not very far away, sitting at a table with a cigarette in hand (his second already) and looking over several pages of what seemed to be parchment--some in plain English, others written in runic writing, but all in a neat, handwritten script that was definitely not Waver's own.]

If you happen to stumble on any tea in your misadventures over there, do at least inform me.

[Distracted as he was, the magus at least managed that much of a sarcastic greeting.]

Re: jan. 2nd

[frilliance]

Alas, I ran out of tea leaves that I had taken upstairs some time ago. [Yeah, he's not happy about the lack of tea either.]

[fionnuisce]

Damn--so did I. I was hoping I might be met with some good fortune, but on the scale of things perhaps a lack of tea is really just a minor problem.

[frilliance]

Indeed. We'll live.

[And then, he remembers something that Diarmuid told him.] Hang on a second - Diarmuid got back something from Zo, didn't he? His dog - or at least something in the form of a dog. [He doesn't trust Ruana or Jason to be that generous. But Riki....? Maybe....?]

[fionnuisce]

He did, yes. What of it?

[frilliance]

I don't suppose you know if Riki would be so generous, would you?

[fionnuisce]

Actually, I have very little doubt that he would. [Properly looking up from the runic papers, Waver shrugged.]

He's been surprisingly rational whenever we've exchanged words, so I'd say it's likely.

[frilliance]

So, he has actually granted requests before? Interesting.....[Would it hurt to ask for some tea? It's not as if tea is going to help everyone break out of the tower.]

[fionnuisce]

[Going back to whatever he was reading, Waver simply shrugged again.]

Might be worth asking when next we have a chance, at least.

[frilliance]

Next have a chance? [He doesn't mean this month? Odd.

Edgeworth has already noticed the writing Waver has and he cannot help but be curious about they mean.]

[fionnuisce]

I don't think he's answering requests this month. I'm never really sure how the hell the administrators work.

[frilliance]

Unfortunately, I am no wiser than you about them.

....I hope you don't mind me asking, but I was just curious about that piece of paper you are looking at.

[fionnuisce]

They're notes from my predecessor. [There seemed to be a small bit of distaste in his voice at the mention.]

I inherited a weapon from him that met with an unfortunate accident; with these I can more easily remake it.

[frilliance]

Ah.....so is it a type of spell that conjures up or fixes weapons?

[He's trying not to make an assumption but.....he cannot help but be slightly interested.]

[fionnuisce]

Not exactly--what I'm talking about is a weapon powered by magic. You've seen it, remember the mercury familiar I usually have with me? It's called Volumen Hydragyrum.

...Though I hate to admit he could do anything right, the invention in itself was brilliant. But the name leaves a bit to be desired.

sorry this is late!

[frilliance]

Ah....that....thing. [He's still freaked out by the mercury lady.]

np np

[fionnuisce]

Relax. It's not as though it'll up and attack you. After all, it's only liquid mercury.

2nd January

[poisonousflame]

[Axel is one of those less snobby and pretentious people who happens to be very curious about whatever Edgeworth is making. He's sitting, for the moment, poking idly at his eggs benedict while he sniffs the air in Edgeworth's direction.

[As time goes on, and Edgeworth's meal smells better and better, the sniffing becomes anything but subtle.]

Re: 2nd January

[frilliance]

[Yep, Edgeworth definitely notice and he turns because what the hell?] May I help you?

[poisonousflame]

[Caught! Not ashamed, by any means, but definitely caught. Axel waves, fork still in hand.]

Nah. Not unless you're willing to show off how to make whatever smells so good.

[frilliance]

Show off? [He glances at his cooking, frowning. To normal people, Edgeworth's cooking would be pretty good. To him, though? It's just bearable to eat.]

[poisonousflame]

That's right. Show off. Demonstrate. Teach, if you're feeling real charitable.

[He grins, not discouraged by the frown at all.]

'Cause I gotta say: that's one of the best things I've smelled since I got here.

[frilliance]

No need for such praise. This is only just about edible. [Teach him to cook? Well, they're just omelettes but if this guy really wants...]

Sorry this is so late OTL

[turnaboutlegacy]

[It's rather late on the 25th by the time Franziska decides to finally approach Edgeworth; truthfully, this isn't a very good day for either of them, and she'd rather not broach uncomfortable subjects when both of them are still probably hurting.]

[Still (while she won't admit it), she's rather upset by his actions during the last week, and would like a chance to confront him about it. She would also like to see him in person, since she'd spent the last day rather worried. She'd heard about death in this place; how it was usually rather gruesome, how it was rather non-permanent, and how the permanent effects grew worse the more people died. Still, it hadn't prepared her for what she had seen on her supply run, and she wanted to see her brother in person so that she could put her anxieties at ease.]

No worries. I'm late too. XD

[frilliance]

[Edgeworth glances up from his notes momentarily and almost gasps when he saw Franziska approaching him. However, he just manages to stop himself. He knew that his younger sister would take his death terribly and he expected quite a few lashes with her whip.

That does not make the situation less uncomfortable, though. However, he will try and deal with the situation as calmly as possible, if only to stay strong for Franziska's sake This will end poorly.]

Re: No worries. I'm late too. XD

[turnaboutlegacy]

[She's tapping her heels holding her whip rather threateningly, but she's refusing to say anything. Rather, she'll continue standing over Miles, until he speaks first.]

[frilliance]

[Ugh. Just like her to make him speak first. Very well. He takes a deep breath before speaking.]

I took what I felt was the best action at the time, Franziska.

[turnaboutlegacy]

It does not make your actions any less...

[She pauses. There are quite a few words she could use here; hurtful, worrisome, troubling. But those would be putting out more emotion than she wants to express at the moment. She sighs heavily]

foolish.