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Wow, I didn't know prisons had such fancy lounges! I'm almost jealous of Prosecutor Blackquill.
[Fulbright's delusions of jealousy aside, Blackquill hasn't actually used something as comfortable as a sofa in years. After a wordless look around the room and its bizarre choice of decor, he'll be flopping down on one of them. Simple pleasures are sometimes the best.]
Sss, sss, sss.
Those badgers give me the creeps...
Those badgers give me the creeps...
Comfy.
[ sits on one, sprawling, as he places his feet on the table ]
[ sits on one, sprawling, as he places his feet on the table ]
[ He comes into the room stiffly, uncomfortably, suspiciously; he doesn't touch anything at first, and certainly doesn't sit down, just glares at the badgers on the walls like they hold some sort of secret. He leans against the wall a moment, looking at the others in the room - but then he just can't help himself; he starts to move about the room, examining and investigating. ]
[At seeing someone in the room doing something, like they had a purpose, Scuttlebutt's undercover journalistic training kicked in...!]
[she collapsed to her knees and hid inside her box, watching him through the grip-hold and trying to contain her excited laughter.]
Sss, sss, sss...
[she collapsed to her knees and hid inside her box, watching him through the grip-hold and trying to contain her excited laughter.]
Sss, sss, sss...
[ Hm. Was this here before...? Has it been placed? Is it a clue?
He comes over to the box, crossing his arms and studying it for details. (The...panda is cute.) ]
He comes over to the box, crossing his arms and studying it for details. (The...panda is cute.) ]
[It might be. "Panda Ink!" "Turns white to black!" "Fragile!" "This side up!" (which was incidentally pointed in a direction that meant the box wasn't right side up...) And the personally-scrawled "Hands off!" she had added.]
[She realized he was staring right at her, and held her breath in an attempt to stay quiet and maintain her cover. The box never failed.]
...
[She realized he was staring right at her, and held her breath in an attempt to stay quiet and maintain her cover. The box never failed.]
...
[ Hmmm. What are those holes for, carved on the side of the box? He crouches down, looking more closely at the box - and then straightens and, in blatant violation of that "hands off," reaches out to lift one of the top flaps open - ]
[That freaks her out slightly less than trying to pull the box off entirely.]
[But, the sudden exposure to light is still disquieting for Scuttlebutt]
Hey-- let go of that!
[She tries to pull the flaps back down, or at least make him let go.]
[But, the sudden exposure to light is still disquieting for Scuttlebutt]
Hey-- let go of that!
[She tries to pull the flaps back down, or at least make him let go.]
[ There's a -
He jumps back, startled by there suddenly being a person in there - talking to him - ]
Arrrghhhhhh!
He jumps back, startled by there suddenly being a person in there - talking to him - ]
Arrrghhhhhh!
Sss, sss, sss, sss.
[And the real point of those holes in the box became apparent as she stood up and folded her arms at him.]
You saw, didn't you? Sss, sss, sss.
[And the real point of those holes in the box became apparent as she stood up and folded her arms at him.]
You saw, didn't you? Sss, sss, sss.
I -
[ Good God. ]
What are you doing, hiding in a box!
[ Good God. ]
What are you doing, hiding in a box!
Hey, Prosecutor Blackquill, can I talk to you for a second? It's about the other me...
[hdu interrupt his quality lounging time]
Are you still bickering over who is the Hero of Justice and who is the Champion?
Are you still bickering over who is the Hero of Justice and who is the Champion?
No, we figured that much out; I'm the Hero and he's the Champion. But... is it just me, or does something seem kind of "off" about him?
Sss, sss, sss. This is my cover for obtaining my scoops.
A cover you just blew by opening it!
A cover you just blew by opening it!
[ Her "scoops." A reporter, then... ]
You've been investigating this place?
You've been investigating this place?
[she spins her pen pridefully]
Sss, sss, sss. I've been poking around a fair bit.
Name's Myriam Scuttlebutt. Senior at Themis Legal Academy, and top reporter for the Themis Herald, the school newspaper.
Sss, sss, sss. I've been poking around a fair bit.
Name's Myriam Scuttlebutt. Senior at Themis Legal Academy, and top reporter for the Themis Herald, the school newspaper.
I don't remember prisons looking this fancy either...
Edited 2014-08-30 06:21 (UTC)
Oh, hello. Have you been to a lot of prisons, miss?
When you say it like that, I feel like a criminal.
I've got a feeling that I've seen those badgers before . . .
[This familiar bunhead is just walking around aimlessly poking people and bothering whoever is closest to her and then she spots a familiar face.]
Mr. Edgeworth!
Mr. Edgeworth!
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