1st Standoff ☆ Video

[cactusnwhiskey]

[The feed suddenly comes on to a man dressed in absolutely garish cowboy gear, from his five-gallon hat to his leather boots with spurs. The only thing that seems strange about his attire is that underneath the poncho he's wearing is unmistakably a police uniform. He seems frustrated with his NV, because he's mumbling to himself as he tries to mess

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[ysobritish]

...

[Someone is WORSE AT THIS THAN HE IS.]

Sir, perhaps you should get some help with your NV, if you're having so much trouble.

Permavideo until Jake screws something else up :T

[cactusnwhiskey]

Lord a'mighty-! [Jake starts as he hears Liquid's voice, and almost drops his NV, fumbling with it a bit.]

This thing talks?!

Permavoice, for now

[ysobritish]

No. It's a communications device. Like a phone, if you're from a time where those exist. You sent out a call.

[cactusnwhiskey]

[And so, because he heard the word "phone", he puts it up to his ear. Liquid can now see the upper part of his ear.]

Y'mean to tell me this dang-blasted thing is a phone, hombre? So who am I callin'?

[Voice]

[beenwaitinglong]

Ha...!

Well now... here is a blend I never thought I'd sample again.

Detective Jake Marshall!

Permavideo 'til Jake fucks it up <3

[cactusnwhiskey]

[He hears a familiar voice emanating from his NV, and is startled by it. But he tries to put it up next to his face, like a phone. Congratulations, Godot, you have a perfect view of his stubbly chin and nothing else.]

... 'lo? Somebody there?

[Still voice, on PURPOSE]

[beenwaitinglong]

[Yes, no doubt about it, this was Jake Marshall.]

It's a camera, Marshall. Hold it down about a foot.

[cactusnwhiskey]

[He does as the voice instructs, putting himself back into regular view.]

... Diego, 'zat you I'm a'hearin'?

[video]

[deservesabone]

Well I can tell you shakin' it ain't gonna do ya much good.

Permavideo... for now ;;

[cactusnwhiskey]

[What the hell? There's a guy staring at him now. He squints, draws it a little closer, and asks.]

... mind tellin' me what I should do with this "Envy" thingamajig, hombre?

[deservesabone]

Kinda hard to describe when I can't see it. I'd ask somebody 'round you to show you some features, or take it by an electronics store.

[cactusnwhiskey]

It's flat. And apparently it sent you a message when I tapped the screen, pardner.

[He eyes some of the SERO people suspiciously.] Don't think I can leave without talkin' to my little... amigos over there.

[video]

[axemeaquestion]

.... [WOW AND SHE THOUGHT GEORGIA WAS BAD.

Let's try and get his attention.]

Hey, uh. You! Cowpoke!

Permavideo 'til Jake messes it up

[cactusnwhiskey]

[Jake sees a woman pop up on the screen.]

You're real, ain'tcha? Not some "program" or nothin'?

Permavideo

[axemeaquestion]

Not since last I checked. You're new, I'm guessing.

[cactusnwhiskey]

[Out of instinct, he tips his hat.]

Yes ma'am, guess I am... "new" to these parts.

[voice]

[mentis_reae]

[Well. This is...quite a surprise.]

...Mr. Marshall.

Permavideo for the time being

[cactusnwhiskey]

[He knows that voice well. He only just heard it a day ago, from his perspective.]

... Mister Prosecutor?

[mentis_reae]

Quite.

[He takes a moment to think about this. Finally:]

Bear with a question which will seem to you strange. What is the date as you recall it?

[cactusnwhiskey]

What is this, an interrogation?

[His look of displeasure is pretty obvious - he's not trying to hide his emotions, at least not here.] You mean to tell me it's not the day after my conviction? After that backstabbin', good-fer-nothin' Gant's conviction? That's what it sounds like, from your question, Mister Edgeworth.