Turnabout 01
[A brown-haired woman in a black suit is standing near the Carousel, surveying her surroundings with a slightly puzzled expression. However, her confusion is not from suddenly finding herself in a place she doesn't recognize, but because there's no note telling her why and a certain spiky-haired, blue suited defense attorney is nowhere to be seen.]
(I've been channeled, but... something feels off. It's almost like...)
[She reaches down automatically to straighten her skirt, and then pauses]
(...And more importantly, why am I wearing my old clothes?)
[But there's no time for speculation. If she's been channeled, that means Maya or Pearl need her for something, and that something likely involved that certain other person. Glancing around again, she now notices the laptop computer sitting beside her, as though waiting for her. Opening it, she glances over the screen.]
(Some kind of communication network...? Hmm...)
[Network post]
Excuse me, but would someone be willing to provide directions? Or better yet, has anyone seen a spiky-haired man in a blue suit named Phoenix Wright?
(I've been channeled, but... something feels off. It's almost like...)
[She reaches down automatically to straighten her skirt, and then pauses]
(...And more importantly, why am I wearing my old clothes?)
[But there's no time for speculation. If she's been channeled, that means Maya or Pearl need her for something, and that something likely involved that certain other person. Glancing around again, she now notices the laptop computer sitting beside her, as though waiting for her. Opening it, she glances over the screen.]
(Some kind of communication network...? Hmm...)
[Network post]
Excuse me, but would someone be willing to provide directions? Or better yet, has anyone seen a spiky-haired man in a blue suit named Phoenix Wright?