001: [Move] -> [S.S. Thor Court of Honor] [OPEN]
Who: Miles Edgeworth (truthsnomiracle) and YOU!
What: A newly-arrived prosecutor explores the S.S. Thor Court of Honor and meets people in the process
When: May 16th, late morning through mid-afternoon
Where: S.S. Thor Court of Honor
Warnings: Skeptical newbie from a barely-supernatural world!
May 16th, 10:00 AM
S.S. Thor Court of Honor
Entrance Lobby
A week and a half ago, Miles Edgeworth had assumed that the worst was over for a while. After all, he had just been through the most embarrassing week of his life. He had never suspected that the accomplishments of that week would then be mooted -- and certainly not that as a result he'd wind up arguing with large grey aliens and spend a week filling out mountains of forms to get at the various pieces of evidence that backed up their claims of his world having been destroyed and the broadcast announcing it having been real rather than a repeat of the infamous War of the Worlds accidental hoax. Even after having seen all the proof he could wring out of the Vogons, Edgeworth was still having trouble shaking the feeling that this was just some kind of bizarre theme park -- by now, it had been too coherent for too long to be a dream.
After having left his dog Pess and the towel the Vogons had oddly emphasized the importance of in the shared quarters he had been assigned to -- the rest of his luggage was in the care of the paperwork aliens for now, thanks to a handful of other forms -- Edgeworth wasted no time in using his new "Guide" to call up a map of this S.S. Thor he was now apparently a traveler on. Being large enough to essentially constitute a city-state in its own right and clearly not being some kind of anarchy, it had to have a court. Sure enough, the prosecutor found there to be such a place marked in the upper-class downtown district, and wasted no time heading there.
The entrance lobby was cavernous, and seemed to be designed for form as well as function. Wood paneling lined the walls, and copies of a crest featuring a duck and an ugly woman in a pointy hat that he supposed was this culture's equivalent to the scales was used to fill otherwise empty spots on said walls. The waiting area was suspended twenty feet above the rest of the reception area in order to leave room for the lines in front of the various service windows; the edges parallel to the walls with the service windows were lined with railing, while the other two connected to the main level via a pair of wide, shallow series of staircases and ramps designed to accommodate creatures of a variety of sizes and builds, the different sections having been arranged in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. The far wall featured well-labeled electronic sliding doors with redundant card readers at varying heights for convenience.
Edgeworth eventually stopped taking in the spectacle long enough to pull out a small, leather-bound notebook and a pen. After all, he wasn't here for mere tourism; he was here to investigate and learn.
[OOC: While the TL;DR up there leaves off in the entrance lobby, anywhere in the court where he'd be allowed to go is fine!]
What: A newly-arrived prosecutor explores the S.S. Thor Court of Honor and meets people in the process
When: May 16th, late morning through mid-afternoon
Where: S.S. Thor Court of Honor
Warnings: Skeptical newbie from a barely-supernatural world!
May 16th, 10:00 AM
S.S. Thor Court of Honor
Entrance Lobby
A week and a half ago, Miles Edgeworth had assumed that the worst was over for a while. After all, he had just been through the most embarrassing week of his life. He had never suspected that the accomplishments of that week would then be mooted -- and certainly not that as a result he'd wind up arguing with large grey aliens and spend a week filling out mountains of forms to get at the various pieces of evidence that backed up their claims of his world having been destroyed and the broadcast announcing it having been real rather than a repeat of the infamous War of the Worlds accidental hoax. Even after having seen all the proof he could wring out of the Vogons, Edgeworth was still having trouble shaking the feeling that this was just some kind of bizarre theme park -- by now, it had been too coherent for too long to be a dream.
After having left his dog Pess and the towel the Vogons had oddly emphasized the importance of in the shared quarters he had been assigned to -- the rest of his luggage was in the care of the paperwork aliens for now, thanks to a handful of other forms -- Edgeworth wasted no time in using his new "Guide" to call up a map of this S.S. Thor he was now apparently a traveler on. Being large enough to essentially constitute a city-state in its own right and clearly not being some kind of anarchy, it had to have a court. Sure enough, the prosecutor found there to be such a place marked in the upper-class downtown district, and wasted no time heading there.
The entrance lobby was cavernous, and seemed to be designed for form as well as function. Wood paneling lined the walls, and copies of a crest featuring a duck and an ugly woman in a pointy hat that he supposed was this culture's equivalent to the scales was used to fill otherwise empty spots on said walls. The waiting area was suspended twenty feet above the rest of the reception area in order to leave room for the lines in front of the various service windows; the edges parallel to the walls with the service windows were lined with railing, while the other two connected to the main level via a pair of wide, shallow series of staircases and ramps designed to accommodate creatures of a variety of sizes and builds, the different sections having been arranged in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. The far wall featured well-labeled electronic sliding doors with redundant card readers at varying heights for convenience.
Edgeworth eventually stopped taking in the spectacle long enough to pull out a small, leather-bound notebook and a pen. After all, he wasn't here for mere tourism; he was here to investigate and learn.
[OOC: While the TL;DR up there leaves off in the entrance lobby, anywhere in the court where he'd be allowed to go is fine!]