THE RED ROOM

[iwant2protectu]

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[shellbent]

I await the results of the investigations that ones such as Prosecutor Edgeworth are sure to carry out, but as of now it seems a peculiar waste of time.

[doggedpursuit]

For you, perhaps. I have enough time on my hands that I do not begrudge someone else the use of it.

Although I must agree it is peculiar.

[shellbent]

Mr. Knightley's return from the dead has me concerned for the state of our profession. It would be very troublesome if any of my targets were to revive.

[doggedpursuit]

Keh heh heh... worried about your reputation?

[shellbent]

As well as the excess work of dispatching them again.

Perhaps I, too, should retire. But that must wait until I appoint a successor to the de Killer line.

[thebabebowsout]

[ . . . flipping it off, sticking out his tongue. A S S H O L E

then he just goes back over to flop on the couch, aggressively. the most aggressive relaxing]

[thebabebowsout]

[wow do I ever not want to talk about that. wow is it ever obvious on my face how much I don't want to talk about that]

Just--forget it, it's complicated, isn't this bad enough? I don't even know where the fuck we are!

[staunton]

[ Knightley sits down next to Simon, holding his ballot in his hand. ]

We should discuss these.

[murimurimuri]

[Pulling out the two ballots that he has and looking them over.]

Do you think the score is cumulative or by category?

[staunton]

[ For some reason, Knightley can't shake the feeling he's seen this man before. That sound of a bell seems familiar, too, and it vaguely reminds him of a cold winter day.

...Maybe he's just imagining things. ]

Hey, you.

[staunton]

Hmmm. Good question. [ He shrugs. ]

That contest shit concerns me. I asked the warden and apparently it's going to be like American Idol with less singing and more dying.

[murimurimuri]

I'm not sure this counts as a real prison!

[murimurimuri]

I feel like there's a "watch what you wish for" joke in there...

Did you ask about the colored rooms?

[staunton]

I didn't. Want me to go back and ask him? Wouldn't hurt to get an explanation for that.

[murimurimuri]

Good idea. Bring me some extra paper too, will you?

[staunton]

All right, all right.

[ And so he leaves and comes back a little later. He has the extra paper with him, of course. ]

There's a fundamental difference between those who can enter the red room and those who can enter the yellow room.

[murimurimuri]

...Sorry. I guess I've been hoping somebody has a better idea about what's going on than I do.

[murimurimuri]

Oh? What is it?

[staunton]

He refused to give me a direct answer but he did write this.

[ He shows Simon the note. ]

Lawyers, detectives and criminals...

[thefaceofjustice]

Don't worry. If you have any problems with him, I'll take care of it. My duty is to protect those in need!

[murimurimuri]

[Peers over to where the assassins are hanging out.]

...Oh.

[staunton]

Whoa, wait a second. That doesn't explain why you are here.

[ BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY SIMON COULD HAVE KILLED ANYONE, RIGHT. ]

Unless the warden considers you an accomplice for planning the staged assassination.

[murimurimuri]

[Oh nice, I don't even have to think up my own excuse.]

That's still a crime...

[staunton]

You had nothing to do with that.

[ "That" being Rooke's...unfortunate end. ]

[murimurimuri]

—Sorry! What was I thinking? I should introduce you. Horace, meet Sirhan Dogen, who I was telling you about before. Dogen, this is Horace, my friend that I've been playing correspondence chess with.