SCENE: Meekins and Phoenix in "The Downfall of Tri-Pine Sunshine Mall"
((MAYBE!??!? REALLY?)) (YES I THINK SO) <@Wright> ((but... but I'm so sure!))'> Meekins: *Meekins was just starting his shift. He was patrolling the mall as usual, his megaphone strapped to his shoulder and his wits about him. It was a pleasant afternoon, since there weren't as many people around during the afternoon. He whistled to himself, greeting everyone around him, whether they responded or not*
Wright: *a few yards away, Phoenix is sitting at the large grand piano stationed at the center of the mall. For once, he's sitting facing the piano, and it seems the worst is about to happen-- theatrically, he raises his arms and plonks down a few horrific sounding arpeggios on the keys*
Wright: *it's not at all descernable what song(?) he is actually playing, if he's actually attempting some sort of song*
Meekins: *The mall cop stops in his tracks, and listens carefully as the poorly played song(?) floated through the air. Breaking out into a full sprint, he headed towards the grand piano stage, thinking it was probably just another one of those kids messing with the instrument*
Meekins: *he ran with all his might, and with a dramatic flair, burst into the clearing* YOU, SIR! Leave that poor piano alone! Only those with permission may tinker with the keys of the Tripine Sunshine Grand Piano, sir!
Wright: *the man at the piano doesn't jump, though he definitely does wince at the volume. He doesn't stumble at the keys.... but really, it wouldn't be all that noticible even if he had*
Wright: *taking one hand off of the piano, he fishes into his pocket for a piece of paper--assumedly, his hiring papers--and presents it to the mall cop with a grin. He's looking away from the piano as he does so... but again, it's not all that noticible with his terrible one handed playing*
Meekins: *looking terribly confused, he stares at the crumpled piece of paper in disbelief* A...Are you really the pianist that's going to be playing here all week, sir?!
Wright: Yup. And longer, if the manager's pleased with my work. *a rather cocky grin* ...Mr. Maldazy seems a touch tone deaf, it seems, so it might work out. How are you, Officer?
Meekins: Um... I'm doing very well, sir! *does his signature head-bob thing when he staaaares at people* Have we... met, sir?
Wright: *glances off a little dazedly* Have we? Hmm... at the district courthouse... or at the police department, maybe?
Wright: Oh! *grins and stares directly at Meekins as well* Aren't you that famous disbarred attorney, the one with the-- *gestures with his fingers splayed* super spikey hair?
Meekins: *his hands flutter up to his head, touching his hair* S-Spikey hair?! Well, no... um, I'm just a lowly mall security officer, sir. I can't possibly be a famous attorney, much less have spikey hair, sir!
Meekins: *then suddenly salutes* I'm... My name is Mike Meekins, sir! At your service!
Wright: A ha ha! Meekins, then. *stops his second hand (thank god) and extends it forward to the mall cop* Nice to meet you. I suppose I'm your coworker for the time being.
Meekins: *quickly snaps his hand back down to shake the pianist's hand* Er, yes, nice to meet you too, sir! I really hope you stay longer, sir. This place could really use a bit of music during the slow days, sir.
Wright: Really, huh? *smirks, giving a firm shake* I'd imagine you already cheer up the whole area with your voice on a constant basis. *nods at the speakerphone* You still use that on people?
Meekins: I don't exactly use it on people, unless they really ask for it, sir! *examines his megaphone* I didn't exactly think my voice is very cheery, though, sir. It's intent is to make people pay attention to me when I'm trying to lay down the law of the mall here, sir!
Wright: I can see how it'd "strike fear into the hearts of evildoers," as they say, but those watching would be cheered by you doing your work, wouldn't they? *places his elbows on his knees, and his head on his hands in a relaxed slouch. He has a relaxed grin to match* If I was a little kid who had his newly bought dump-truck toy grabbed away by some punk... well, I might even consider you some sort of hero...!
Meekins: M-ME, SIR? A... hero?! *face goes red* I've never done any heroic acts of that caliber, sir, but when you put it like that...! It... you've just give me hope, sir! All this time I've spent being a mall cop, I thought to myself: "I'll never be in the spotlight! I'll never become like Chief Gumshoe!"
Meekins: *suddenly sniffles, as he lowers his voice* ...b-but today was like a godsend, sir. I should probably go over and thank the Manager for hiring you as the pianist here, sir.
Wright: Oh, no need to get so misty eyed--just keep on at it. *with a quirk of his mouth* Come on, I'll play you a patrolling song as you march around.
Meekins: Ah... oh, yes, sir! *salutes, then turns back to patrol around the surrounding area*
Wright: *theatrically turns back to the piano and raises his hands--the ensuing melody(?) certainly has the rhythm of a march....... but as usual, it's just a jingle jangle horror of randomly chosen and dissonant chords*
Meekins: *meekins pays no attention to the fact that it's not even really a song, and marches proudly. he occasionally sticks his head in some of the store of interest*
Meekins: *to some of the customer's horror, meekins puts his hand on the megaphone as if to lift it to his mouth*
Wright: *follows Meekins' patrolling with a casual eye as he plays. Passerby people alternately cringe, cover their ears, or run by really quickly--or some combination of the three--but he continues on playing, looking all too amused*
Meekins: *and like an unstoppable force, meekins starts bellowing into the megaphone, singing about the mall and it's... interesting shops and great mexican food in the food court. then after his first round, he returns to the piano* Mr. ....er, wait, sir. *eyes go wide* I don't even know your name, sir!
Wright: *glances up from the keyboard and smirks, giving his playing a momentary rest* Phoenix Wright. Nice to meet you.
Meekins: Phoenix... Wright, sir? *stares at the scruffy pianist intently, as if he was trying to remember something*
Meekins: *salutes, totally not remembering anything of any importance* Nice to meet you, Mr. Phoenix Wright, sir!
Wright: *laughs heartily, shaking his head and turning back to the piano to resume his playing*
Meekins: *was just about to say something, but stopped in respect for the music(?) being played and listened quietly*
Wright: *calls out when he catches Meekin's gaze, though he keeps on playing* Hmm? What is it?
Meekins: E-Er, well... that is, sir... will you be here, tomorrow, sir?!
Wright: Sure. And the day after, maybe. *chuckles* Depends on how long I last!
Meekins: I sure hope you stay for a long time, sir! This has already become the highlight of my day, sir! *pauses* ...do you take requests, sir?
Wright: *without turning round* No, not at all...! Sorry.
Meekins: *droops a little in posture, but pulls himself back together* That's all right, sir. I understand that you must follow a strict order to fully concentrate on your music, sir!
Wright: *if he's noticed the former officer's present dejection, he gives no indication* Thanks. *and strum diddily plink plink strum, he's back to playing the piano*
Meekins: *taking in the beat of the song, meekins raises his megaphone again and goes back to patrolling the rest of the mall, singing a random song about mall cops*
Wright: *a few yards away, Phoenix is sitting at the large grand piano stationed at the center of the mall. For once, he's sitting facing the piano, and it seems the worst is about to happen-- theatrically, he raises his arms and plonks down a few horrific sounding arpeggios on the keys*
Wright: *it's not at all descernable what song(?) he is actually playing, if he's actually attempting some sort of song*
Meekins: *The mall cop stops in his tracks, and listens carefully as the poorly played song(?) floated through the air. Breaking out into a full sprint, he headed towards the grand piano stage, thinking it was probably just another one of those kids messing with the instrument*
Meekins: *he ran with all his might, and with a dramatic flair, burst into the clearing* YOU, SIR! Leave that poor piano alone! Only those with permission may tinker with the keys of the Tripine Sunshine Grand Piano, sir!
Wright: *the man at the piano doesn't jump, though he definitely does wince at the volume. He doesn't stumble at the keys.... but really, it wouldn't be all that noticible even if he had*
Wright: *taking one hand off of the piano, he fishes into his pocket for a piece of paper--assumedly, his hiring papers--and presents it to the mall cop with a grin. He's looking away from the piano as he does so... but again, it's not all that noticible with his terrible one handed playing*
Meekins: *looking terribly confused, he stares at the crumpled piece of paper in disbelief* A...Are you really the pianist that's going to be playing here all week, sir?!
Wright: Yup. And longer, if the manager's pleased with my work. *a rather cocky grin* ...Mr. Maldazy seems a touch tone deaf, it seems, so it might work out. How are you, Officer?
Meekins: Um... I'm doing very well, sir! *does his signature head-bob thing when he staaaares at people* Have we... met, sir?
Wright: *glances off a little dazedly* Have we? Hmm... at the district courthouse... or at the police department, maybe?
Wright: Oh! *grins and stares directly at Meekins as well* Aren't you that famous disbarred attorney, the one with the-- *gestures with his fingers splayed* super spikey hair?
Meekins: *his hands flutter up to his head, touching his hair* S-Spikey hair?! Well, no... um, I'm just a lowly mall security officer, sir. I can't possibly be a famous attorney, much less have spikey hair, sir!
Meekins: *then suddenly salutes* I'm... My name is Mike Meekins, sir! At your service!
Wright: A ha ha! Meekins, then. *stops his second hand (thank god) and extends it forward to the mall cop* Nice to meet you. I suppose I'm your coworker for the time being.
Meekins: *quickly snaps his hand back down to shake the pianist's hand* Er, yes, nice to meet you too, sir! I really hope you stay longer, sir. This place could really use a bit of music during the slow days, sir.
Wright: Really, huh? *smirks, giving a firm shake* I'd imagine you already cheer up the whole area with your voice on a constant basis. *nods at the speakerphone* You still use that on people?
Meekins: I don't exactly use it on people, unless they really ask for it, sir! *examines his megaphone* I didn't exactly think my voice is very cheery, though, sir. It's intent is to make people pay attention to me when I'm trying to lay down the law of the mall here, sir!
Wright: I can see how it'd "strike fear into the hearts of evildoers," as they say, but those watching would be cheered by you doing your work, wouldn't they? *places his elbows on his knees, and his head on his hands in a relaxed slouch. He has a relaxed grin to match* If I was a little kid who had his newly bought dump-truck toy grabbed away by some punk... well, I might even consider you some sort of hero...!
Meekins: M-ME, SIR? A... hero?! *face goes red* I've never done any heroic acts of that caliber, sir, but when you put it like that...! It... you've just give me hope, sir! All this time I've spent being a mall cop, I thought to myself: "I'll never be in the spotlight! I'll never become like Chief Gumshoe!"
Meekins: *suddenly sniffles, as he lowers his voice* ...b-but today was like a godsend, sir. I should probably go over and thank the Manager for hiring you as the pianist here, sir.
Wright: Oh, no need to get so misty eyed--just keep on at it. *with a quirk of his mouth* Come on, I'll play you a patrolling song as you march around.
Meekins: Ah... oh, yes, sir! *salutes, then turns back to patrol around the surrounding area*
Wright: *theatrically turns back to the piano and raises his hands--the ensuing melody(?) certainly has the rhythm of a march....... but as usual, it's just a jingle jangle horror of randomly chosen and dissonant chords*
Meekins: *meekins pays no attention to the fact that it's not even really a song, and marches proudly. he occasionally sticks his head in some of the store of interest*
Meekins: *to some of the customer's horror, meekins puts his hand on the megaphone as if to lift it to his mouth*
Wright: *follows Meekins' patrolling with a casual eye as he plays. Passerby people alternately cringe, cover their ears, or run by really quickly--or some combination of the three--but he continues on playing, looking all too amused*
Meekins: *and like an unstoppable force, meekins starts bellowing into the megaphone, singing about the mall and it's... interesting shops and great mexican food in the food court. then after his first round, he returns to the piano* Mr. ....er, wait, sir. *eyes go wide* I don't even know your name, sir!
Wright: *glances up from the keyboard and smirks, giving his playing a momentary rest* Phoenix Wright. Nice to meet you.
Meekins: Phoenix... Wright, sir? *stares at the scruffy pianist intently, as if he was trying to remember something*
Meekins: *salutes, totally not remembering anything of any importance* Nice to meet you, Mr. Phoenix Wright, sir!
Wright: *laughs heartily, shaking his head and turning back to the piano to resume his playing*
Meekins: *was just about to say something, but stopped in respect for the music(?) being played and listened quietly*
Wright: *calls out when he catches Meekin's gaze, though he keeps on playing* Hmm? What is it?
Meekins: E-Er, well... that is, sir... will you be here, tomorrow, sir?!
Wright: Sure. And the day after, maybe. *chuckles* Depends on how long I last!
Meekins: I sure hope you stay for a long time, sir! This has already become the highlight of my day, sir! *pauses* ...do you take requests, sir?
Wright: *without turning round* No, not at all...! Sorry.
Meekins: *droops a little in posture, but pulls himself back together* That's all right, sir. I understand that you must follow a strict order to fully concentrate on your music, sir!
Wright: *if he's noticed the former officer's present dejection, he gives no indication* Thanks. *and strum diddily plink plink strum, he's back to playing the piano*
Meekins: *taking in the beat of the song, meekins raises his megaphone again and goes back to patrolling the rest of the mall, singing a random song about mall cops*