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[truthsnomiracle]

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!

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[sgtflippy]

Not where he's really supposed to be, but Flippy is still exploring the ship and getting a better idea of everything on board. He actually recognized the court room. There was one back home, but nobody really used it. I mean, it wasn't like you could prosecute someone for murder in Happy Tree Town since dying every other day was normal. A proper system would've thrown Flippy in the loony bin years ago... Oh well.

Ack!

He stumbled back, fixing his beret. And that's what happens when you don't watch where you're walking; you bump into people... Huh, this person was wearing a maroon suit.

"Sorry about that, sir."

[truthsnomiracle]

Edgeworth staggered back from the impact as well, sputtering something incoherent in protest to being touched, let alone bumped into, out of nowhere. He took a breath to pull himself back together, then looked down at this... green... bear... soldier?

"We all make errors. Simply do your best to ensure that it does not happen again." After a pause, he adds, "I don't believe that I've seen any examples of your particular species here yet."

[sgtflippy]

Excuse him. Then again, kinda hard to see someone who just stands at maybe three feet.

"Huh? Oh, that's not really surprising. It's just me and Flaky here right now." If this man had somehow seen any of his friends, he would've been happy and a little shocked.

[truthsnomiracle]

Edgeworth nods. "I see. I have only recently arrived myself, apparently with only Pess for company. This is only the third location that I have seen fit to investigate thus far."

[stompyerface]

Rather than in the lobby itself, sitting to the side out on the steps leading up to the entrance, Edgeworth will find quite possibly the most miserable prosecuting attorney this courthouse as seen in a very long time. She seems extremely perplexed, staring at the neat orbits of paperwork arranged around her, as if something isn't right.

Clearly something isn't, if the slightly sick and nervous expression on her face is anything to go by.

"Oh no... you have to be kidding me." Her voice is full of dismay as she starts to gather her papers up again. "They didn't seriously mix up the fingerprint file, did they? As if this wasn't hard enough already..."

[truthsnomiracle]

"The prosecution's and defense's lobbies exist for a reason, miss."

Should this bespectacled young lady look up, she'll find that she's being looked down at -- in more ways than one -- by a man in a burgundy suit who is slightly higher up the stairs.

[stompyerface]

Chie nearly jumps where she's standing, and smiles a bit sheepishly, tucking her paperwork into her document case. "Sorry about that, I guess? Something seemed off in the files they gave me, so I kinda just stopped to look right away." She sighs a bit, clearly unhappy and discouraged. "I'm not cut out for this..."

[ooc: She's wearing her glasses, but doesn't need them to see, so they're not in every icon. They just help her focus.]

[truthsnomiracle]

"Are they not the ones you requested?" Edgeworth queries, walking down to the young lady's level once the files are out of the way. "For that matter, if you are unsuited for the courtroom, then for what reason have you found yourself in this position?"

[weekwizard]

It wasn't often Patchouli had to visit the court, but a minor classroom dispute meant she had to go inform the judge that no amount of safety precautions and standard lab class paperwork could have prevented poor alien kid Fiquerdo from thinking that Alchemist's Fire was a hard liquor rather than an alchemical substance that burst into flame when exposed to air. Or prevented him from trying to steal it from her cabinet in the first place.

She heads down the steps of the building, her business there finished. She stops, however, as she notices a somewhat familiar-looking face and maroon coat. It was that man from the Sif... Odd.

She realizes that wormholes were probably at work here, and that memory loss was common. So she approached him with a bit of caution.

"The court hall is not something people normally takes notes on."

For reference, Sifworth is still safely on the Sif as far as I'm concerned.

[truthsnomiracle]

The man in question looks up from his scribbling at the voice. He doesn't appear to recognize Patchouli, but neither does he seem to find her an odd sight.

"It alone is quite unique compared to those that I've seen -- and I have traveled much of the world... or perhaps I must say, my world to study and compare foreign court systems."

I know. I'm aware.

[weekwizard]

So it was a 'different' Edgeworth. Good to know.

"I see. I can't say I know much about the court, myself. I am not usually one to deal with it."

[truthsnomiracle]

"As for myself, I am a prosecutor," Edgeworth replied. "If all this is truly reality rather than an impressive hoax, I will need to understand the system as it is here. It should prove quite fascinating to learn."